Next.

The mix of sensations brings you closer and closer to the noisy worksite, finding yourself ogling the small plot that was being built upon. Though, admittedly, the sight of sweaty, muscular men is what you’re actually looking at more intently.

The group of workers is about five strong. Consisting of.. Various different shades of stereotypical strong men, all working to build whatever the hell they were contracted to accomplish. (Not like you care much, admittedly.)

The one that catches your eye, though, is an older, blue collar looking ursine directing the rest of them. His muscular attributes hidden by a layer of chub, and a soaked through, sweaty shirt that you can almost confidently identify as a wife beater. The loose neck hole is a dampened white white color compared to the rest of it, attesting to the man’s hard work in the hot sun. His pants loose as well, held up by a loose string belt, that’s only tight enough to allow it to rest well below his short, nubby tail, dipping down to show a bit of his crack. The sweat soaked back end of the pants hinting towards the rest of the bear’s body following suit with his upper half. The sight leaving you.. Strangely aroused. You’re not able to tell all too accurately, but you can surmise he’s around six feet, maybe a little more. He’s definitely taller than you.