ploder4 Posted August 14, 2021 Share Posted August 14, 2021 I'm curious as to who might be ahead... they are almost so dead even now it's no wonder the competition is fierce. If one were to make a major advancement, would the other give up if they thought it was too far ahead or would they keep going in the hopes that they would get a result just as dramatic? I think since everyone seems to like Oz, he might end up the bigger in the end... How big? Who knows? Any situation would be a plus for rory. Lol 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Genetonic Posted August 14, 2021 Share Posted August 14, 2021 Loving this story so far. I really do think that Oz needs to have a bigger growth spurt from his meditations. Him teasing Grif is the only sure way to make him want to grow as fast as possible. Not to mention if he outsizes him in all places. I would also love to see another scene where Rory and his friends go see Oz at the bar, I'd be curious if he acts any different in front of a constant flow of complements. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BeheMorph Posted August 21, 2021 Share Posted August 21, 2021 This story is so great, I’ve read it several times and it’s definitely one of my all time favourites. It gives you just enough to keep you satisfied with each chapter but always keeps you wanting more! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted August 21, 2021 Author Share Posted August 21, 2021 Just for fun, I wanted to give some examples of the body types that both Grif and Oz have. I want to make clear, THESE ARE NOT MODELS FOR GRIF AND OZ. Honestly, I'm never a fan of using real life people to represent characters in stories, which is why I'm making this clear. As big as Grif and Oz are, this will help show you just how much they can still grow. Both of them right now are a hair under 6'8 and between 285 and 305 lbs. Here are some examples of tall bodybuilders to show you about what this looks like. 6'4 and 280 lbs 6'5 and 290 lbs 6'6 and 290 6'5 and 310 6'5 and 320 So you can see, with Grif and Oz being a couple inches taller than these guys...they still have plenty of room to pack on mass! 15 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OldFashioned Posted August 21, 2021 Share Posted August 21, 2021 1 minute ago, dredlifter said: Just for fun, I wanted to give some examples of the body types that both Grif and Oz have. I want to make clear, THESE ARE NOT MODELS FOR GRIF AND OZ. Honestly, I'm never a fan of using real life people to represent characters in stories, which is why I'm making this clear. As big as Grif and Oz are, this will help show you just how much they can still grow. Both of them right now are a hair under 6'8 and between 285 and 305 lbs. Here are some examples of tall bodybuilders to show you about what this looks like. 6'4 and 280 lbs 6'5 and 290 lbs 6'6 and 290 6'5 and 310 6'5 and 320 So you can see, with Grif and Oz being a couple inches taller than these guys...they still have plenty of room to pack on mass! Uhhhh I’m gonna need to see some ID for these guys… for… reasons 1 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Kymuscleboy Posted August 26, 2021 Share Posted August 26, 2021 That was a great chapter. I enjoyed the playful fun of the eating competition. The guys both definitely wanted to win, but it was apparent that it was friendly and all in good fun. The fact that they both felt their muscles swelling before they had even finished the day was super hot! Again, I enjoyed the combination of humor with the sexiness of the giant, growing guys and the massive size difference between them and Rory. Here's hoping that all the food that will be eaten over the Christmas break will lead to some major gains for one or both of the big guys! Also, after seeing the post with the tall, but not as tall as Oz and Grif, bodybuilders, it's clear that the guys can still add a LOT of mass to their frames. That will increase even more with every bit they grow in height. It takes so much muscle to fill out a frame that size. I always think back to when the wrestler The Big Show was billed as 7'2" and 500 pounds. Of course, both his height and his weight were probably inflated, and he was anything but lean at the time, but it still demonstrates the kind of size a frame that big can hold. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post dredlifter Posted August 29, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted August 29, 2021 CHAPTER 11 The morning after the step stool encounter I walk into the kitchen and find Grif wolfing down a gigantic plate of eggs. I stretch and reach my arms up as far as I can. “Morning big guy. About ready to leave?” “Mmmf. Yesshh,” Grif replies between forking into another heaping bite. “I’m already running behind, but gotta eat. Gotta keep growing.” I roll my eyes knowing that nothing I say could change his mind anyways, not that I would want to. “How many eggs today?” “Twelve eggs and 250g of oatmeal. Just upped the calories this week.” “Good lord. It’s a good thing we got that mini fridge. So you’re planning on growing some more?” “Oh yeah, Rory. There’s a really cool gym near my parents house. A real hardcore place. That’s where I started lifting in high school. There’s not much to do back home over the holidays anyways, so I’m gonna hit it hard.” “The guys at that gym are gonna freak when they see you know.” Grif gives me a smirk. “I know, I can’t wait. I’m almost twice as big as I was the last time I went. And a hell of a lot taller too. I’m gonna blow their socks off. I can’t wait to see my big bro too. It’s gonna be epic.” “You and Oz would blow anybody’s socks off.” Grif rolls his eyes as he finishes his plate. “Fucking Oz. I can’t believe he caught up to me in height. Well I’ll show him. I’m gonna take this next month and bulk like hell.” “You’re not worried you’ll get…I don’t know…chunky?” Grif puts his plate in the dishwasher and turns to me, looming over me. He grins and lifts his t-shirt, revealing his stomach. A stomach that, while not ripped, has clear big blocky abs. “I don’t think I could get fat if I wanted to. It’s like everything turns to muscle on me. I fucking love it, little dude.” Grif steps toward me further, his pecs approaching my eyes. “When I come back, I’m gonna be even more massive. I’m shooting for 20 lbs.” “TWENTY POUNDS? IN THREE WEEKS?” “Fuck yeah. If Oz is gonna be as tall as me I’m gonna make sure I blow him out of the water with muscle mass.” Grif raises his arm without taking his eyes of me. With his cocky smile never fading he flexes the magnificent cannon right at my eye line. “Don’t you want to see me even bigger, Rory? Don’t you think another inch on these massive arms would look fucking sick? I think you would. I KNOW you would, GRRRRR!” Grif bares his teeth and flexes his arm HARD, making it turn to stone and veins to erupt on his forearms. I smile up at Grif and simply reply, “How about you go for 30 lbs then?” Grif smiles brightly at my response. “Fuck yeah, little buddy. I like the way you think. Alright, car's loaded, I’m off. Have a great holiday, Rory! Try not to think of THESE,” Grif does one more sleeve stretching double biceps for me, “…while I’m gone. Adios bro!” After Grif leaves I retreat to the bathroom and pleasure myself, imagining what a another 20 or 30 lbs of muscle might look like on Grif. I moan loudly as I erupt, thankful that downstairs Oz is a heavy sleeper. - Two days later it's Christmas Eve-Eve. The snow crunches under my weight as I make my way towards Oz’s bar. I’m leaving town tomorrow morning and Oz has invited to me to chill at the bar tonight. It’s close enough to the holiday that the bar will be slow and Oz offers me a couple of free drinks. I chuckle as I spot the foldable chalkboard in front of his bar. Under the drink specials are the words “Home the world’s biggest bartender!” along with a crudely drawn chalk-lined muscle man. I step inside and enjoy the warmth rushing over my body as I look around the large open seating are. It’s definitely slow, only about a quarter of the tables are seated. It takes me all of 0.2 seconds to spot Oz, clad in a tight-as-hell black t-shirt. He gives me a wave as I head to the bar and hop on a stool. ”Hey there ‘worlds biggest bartender.” Oz face flashes pink and he rolls his eyes. It’s cute to see such a massive man blush. “That would be the work of Chandra down there.” Oz motions to a perky blond who laughs as she dries glasses. I wonder to myself just how often Oz has fucked her. She’s hot, there’s no doubt, and Oz's late night guests have not slowed down as he’s growing bigger and bigger. “What can I get you?” “How ‘bout a mule?” “Coming right up boss.” Oz makes my drink and I sigh inwardly as I watch his rippling tanned arms flex and bulge. As he finishes a young college guy in a backwards cap stands just to my right at the bar. Oz sets the drink down in front of me and pears down at the dude. “What can I get you, bro?” I stifle a chuckle as I watch the kid panic. His eyes are wide in shock as he takes in the massive Oz. “OH…erm…I’ll have a beer.” Oz just grins, clearly used to this type of encounter. “Ok… Any kind of beer in particular?” “Oh! Um…yeah dude. How about a Blue Moon?” As Oz walks over to the large fridge I hear the preppy college guy guy mutter a “fuckin’ huge” under his breath. He regains his composure as Oz hands him his bottle and he pays. “Dude, I gotta say, you are HUGE! You’re the biggest guy I’ve ever seen. You do strongman?” Oh smiles, indulging the young admirer. “Nope.” “Play football? Bodybuilding? Powerlifting?” “Nope, nope and nope.” The guys mouth falls open. “I guess I just like being big, ya know?” “I get that! I lift four days a week with my bros but you blow us all away. You should compete, bro! You’re STACKED. Your arms look as big as my legs!” Oz just smiles and shrugs his meaty shoulders, nonverbally letting the little guy know that this conversation is over. That’s the power he has with his looks and presence. "Maybe I'll try bodybuilding someday. We'll see." "Fuck dude, you really should. Thanks for the drink.” The prepster walks away and Oz leans over the bar next to me. I ask “Does that happen a lot?” Oz gives me a smoldering wink, “You’ll see.” And I do. Every single guy who approaches the bar is awestruck by Oz. I mentally store the most frequent questions. How much do you weigh? How tall are you? What’s your bench press? How big are your arms? How often do you lift? Do you compete? What gym do you use? “Do you ever get annoyed answering the same questions over and over?” “Naw. It’s part of the bartending. Make that connection and people buy more drinks. If I’m a dick I’d scare them off.” “I guess that makes sense. Especially at your size. If you ever got annoyed you’d be one scary man.” Oz gives me a smoldering look, “Good thing I’m just a big softie!” “More like the worlds biggest softie.” My favorite part of the night comes about 45 minutes later. A group of college girls have entered and are clearly eyeballing the giant hunk. Chandra tends to their table for their meals, but before the meals arrive the leader of the gaggle swishes up the bar, flicking her hair. “Excuse me. It’s um, my friend's birthday. She thinks you’re totally hot. Could we get a picture with you?” Before Oz can respond Chandra pops around from behind his barndoor back. “Sure you can, but read the sign please!” She points to a simple 11x7” sign taped to a mirror behind the bar: “PICTURES WITH THE WORLDS BIGGEST BARTENDER REQUIRE A MINIMUM OF A FOUR-SHOT ROUND” I nearly choke on my beer as I hold back my laughter. Oz shoots me a playfully dirty grin. The bubbly college girls smiles and grabs her purse. “Of course! We were going to do birthday shots anyways!” She looks over to her table who are watching with rapt attention. She hollers over, “He said yes!” and the girls squeal in delight. Oz pours four shots and carries them over to the table. The girls gasp as he approaches. One girl can’t contain her shock. “OMIGOD! You’re so…TALL! I thought the floor was elevated behind that bar!” Oz sets the drink down and stands up proud as a peacock. “Nope, it’s all me. All 6’7 of me.” The girl who ordered the drinks shrieks, “Six foot seven! We LOVE tall men, don’t we Cherry.” She gestures towards a very cute and petite girl who is now hiding her face in embarrassment. “Cherry, the birthday girl here is only 5 ft tall. Ok ladies, grab your shot, then we are getting our picture with Mr. Supertall-Muscles, here.” Oz glances over to me as I watch in absolute giddiness. I can tell Oz is trying to act like he’s embarrassed, but deep down I know he loves the attention. “Excuse me!” Bubbly looks right to me from around Oz’s hulking shoulders. “Would you mind taking our picture?” “Why I’d be delighted!” Oz chuckles and rolls his eyes as I approach. The girls down their shot, stand up and surround Oz. The size difference is astounding. The tallest girl is bubbly who might be all of 5’5. Cherry is shortest at just 5 ft. I can see the awe in her face as she stares up and up and UP at Oz. At her petite size he eyes are just BELOW Oz’s huge shirt-pushing pecs. Two girls gather on each side of Oz as he spreads his long, meaty arms wide and easily puts his hands on the outermost girls’ shoulders. I ham it up as I take multiple pictures and decide to torture Oz a little more… or a least feed my own inner lust. “Hey Oz, how about you flex your biceps above the girls. Girls would you like to see that?” “OMIGOD YES!!” they squee in unison. Oz knows my plan but plays along. He flexes his titanic arms easily above the girls. They all gasp as his peaks erupt upwards pushing the sleeves toward his shoulder. Cherry actually reaches up and feels his arm! Her tiny hand covers only a fraction of the monstrous round muscle. The rest of the girls follow suit and cop a feel as well as I snap pics. “Oz has great abs too, he loves to show them off. Oz, how about you lift up your shirt and flex your abs for the girls.” This time my eardrums nearly burst from the resonance of the four identical high-pitched screams. Oz shoots me a dirty look and I wink back. He slowly reaches down and pulls up his black shirt, revealing his stupendous six pack. Tanned and vascular. The girls gasp and scream again. Cherry leads again as she gropes his abs. I’m jealous as hell of her in that moment. The reserved birthday girl bellows out, “THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVERRRR!” Now it’s Oz turn to up the ante. “Ok, one more picture, but this time just with the birthday girl.” The other girls stand back and as soon as they do, Oz hunches down, puts a huge arm under Cherry’s tight ass and easily LIFTS her off the ground. She screams in surprise but her face is quickly overcome with lust. The others laugh and squeal as well, no doubt jealous of Cherry as Oz stands to his towering height, easily holding Cherry who is sitting on his arm. Oz raises his opposite arm and flexes and signals me to take more pics. Cherry looks like she is in hot-stud heaven as she’s perched a good six feet off the ground on the arm of smolderingly hot giant. Oz sets her back down and she woozily makes her way back to her chair. For a second I wonder if she might have…wet herself from Oz’s display. The guy just had so much raw animal magnetism and charisma and power…he’s just unstoppable. Oz and I make our way back to the and he smirks at me. “You’re little devil. I know that was just as much for them as it was for you. But thanks to you’re little game I’m going to get a massive tip. So thanks for that! I’ll get you another drink.” About and hour later I decided to head out, about the same time as the girls. Cherry ends giving her number to Oz, no surprise. He waves me off and wishes me a Merry Christmas knowing I won’t see him for the next four days. - On the way home from Oz’s bar my phone buzzes. I answer to an exasperated Grif on the line. “Rory! Bro are you home?” “Almost. What’s up?” “I need your help. I’m a dumbass and left three gift cards on the desk in my room. They are for my family’s Christmas gifts. I know it’s too late to mail them, but if you give me the codes on the back of the cards I can still give them away. “Sure thing. Just pulling in now. Hang on while I get inside.” “You’re a lifesavor, brah!” “Ok I’m in the house, heading down to your room. Ok I see the cards next to your laptop. Two home improvement cards and one electronics store card, those it?” “YES! Thank god. I was worried I had lost them.” “Tell you what, I’ll take a picture of the codes and send to you.” "Dude you’re a genius!” “Yep, what would you do without me?” “I’d be a helpless little lamb.” I chuckle into the phone, “More like a helpless GIANT lamb.” I enjoy the deep baritone rumbles of Grif’s laughter. “How’s things back home? Did your parents freak out at your big ass?” “HAHA dude they were so shocked! My mom quizzed me about being unhealthy and all that bullshit, about drugs and everything. I’m like, what I do is way healthier than coming home every night, sitting on my ass eating TV dinners! She backed off a little. I can tell my Dad likes it. We’re an athletic family so he was getting a kick out of feeling my arms. I even bounced my pecs for him and he was roaring!” “How did your bothers take it?” “Oh man that was even better! My little bro, he’s only 16, he was looking at me like I’m a GOD. He’s constantly asking me questions about the gym and asking me to flex, I’m loving it! He’s totally into me being HUGE! He can’t get over my giant biceps. I think I give him some hope to. He’s kind of the runt of the litter. Only 5’8, he’s actually shorter than I was at his age. But seeing how much I’ve grown, with me being almost a FOOT taller than him, he’s all excited to start growing like me. I told him I’d hook him up with some workout plans and such.” “That’s awesome! You’re a good big brother. You have an older brother, right? How about him.” Grif starts to chuckle, almost ominously. “Oh man, little dude. I’ve been having the BEST time with my older bro. He’s always been the big man of the family and honestly, kind of a jerk about it. Always full of himself, we never really got along even though he’s four years older. He was the big football star in high school and even played some in college. He’s 6’3 and was 250 in college I believe. “So I bet he was in for a surprise when he saw YOU then. Sounds like he realized he’s not the big man of the fam anymore?” “You FUCKING know it! HAHAH! You should have seen the look on his face when I stomped into the living room. I walked right up to him, bearhugged him and lifted him WAY off the ground. I myself was so shocked that he looked so fucking SMALL! I’ve been looking up to him for my entire life and now I TOWER over him by a few inches! And my body is so much better, he’s definitely let himself go since his football days. He felt so soft against my rock hard muscles. And he knew it too. He was so shocked he didn’t say anything for like 10 minutes.” The blood was now rapidly entering my dick listening about Grif’s encounter with his brother. “Sounds like paybacks were a bitch for him?” “Definitely, Boss. Last time he saw me I was just about his height and weight. Even though I was way more jacked. But now…FUCK…now I’m almost FOUR inches taller and FIFTY pounds BIGGER than the last time! I couldn’t resist teasing him. Even though I was athletic in high school he still used to tease me for so much smaller than he was at the same age. So of course I haven't repay that bullshit, haha!” “Really? He was that much bigger than you.” “Yeah man! I think he graduated high school at like 6’2. I was only 5’10. He would always say shit like, ‘Guess I’ll always be the BIG brother, huh? Guess you'll never measure up to me, herr derr'. So fucking annoying. Well now I get to do that to him and it’s HILARIOUS! He’s having a hard time processing it. Especially since his fiancé is here too!” “Oh shit. You better not do anything to awful, you big lug.” “Oh I never would. But shit, I gotta tell ya...knowing that I COULD...makes me bone, man. It’s so much fun teasing him for being small in front of her. The funniest thing, when I met her she looked at him as like, 'I thought you said you were the biggest brother?’ I busted out laughing and forced my brother to flex his arm next to mine. My arms fucking DWARFED his! And his was all soft while mine was veiny and rock solid. His fiancé had a blast feeling up my biceps. My older bro was so pissed!” “That is hilarious, Grif. You really outgrew him.” “Fuck yeah. A growth explosion! Even my younger bro got in on the fun. He was asking my older bro, Bryce is his name, to compare with me. Asking him what his best lifts were when he was playing football. HAHAHa it turns out I’m lifting almost DOUBLE what Bryce could do at his best in college! My little bro then asked us to take a picture together. My older bro definitely didn’t want to but his fiancé and my parents thought it would be a great idea so he couldn’t say no. I stood in the middle and put my huge arm over his shoulder. When they took the pic I even pushed down a bit just to shrink him down some. And the best part, it was so easy! I’m so much bigger and STRONGER! In the pics me and my little bro have these huge bright smiles and on Bryce you could tell he was grimacing. Oh man…I’m going to have so much fun with my older bro these next couple of days!” “You are so bad, Grif!” During his story I am rapidly working my hard cock through my jeans, imagining Grif, this giant muscle hunk getting revenge on his formerly cocky older brother. “You’ll have to tell me about it more when you get home.” “Oh I will. And like I told you, I plan on GROWING while I’m here. It’s probably a good thing Bryce is only here for a week. Could you imagine how small he’d feel if I grow another 20 to 30 lbs while he’s here! OH man, maybe I can convince him to stay! I could probably convince his fiancé. I know she was staring at my muscles. And I caught her looking at my huge bulge too. No doubt I’ve outgrown my big bro in THAT regard too. I saw him in his briefs this morning…poor guy. For being tall sure isn’t packing like I AM!” I do my best to hide my heaving breathing as I hold back an explosion in my jeans. Grif’s story of domination has nearly sent me over the edge. “Rory? Rory bud you still there?” “YEAH! Sorry Grif must’ve lost signal there." “Well thanks again for the gift cards. I’ll let you go. Merry Christmas. I’ll see you in three weeks!” I hang up and let out a massive sigh. Fuck, I would love to be a Grif’s house right now. I sit down and lean back on his bed. I regain control over my arousal and sit up. Doing so I spot a shoebox under his computer desk with a curious clear tube hanging out of it. I know I shouldn’t, I really don’t want to invade Grif’s privacy. I should go clean up my pants but curiosity gets the best of me. I pull the box out and inside is large clear plastic cylinder, about the size of a Pringles can, that is open at one end and has the small flexible tube connected to the other. What the fuck? Inside is some sort of device that looks like you would squeeze it, like a caulking gun…oh shit. Finally it dawns on me. I’ve never seen one in real life, but it’s clear what it is. A penis pump! Grif is actually pumping his cock! At first I scoff, knowing that he already has a big fat dick. He doesn’t need to be bigger. But then I think about his desire for size. Grif wants to be big all over. And no doubt I know it eats at his craw that Oz has more meat in the shorts. Grif is taking extra measures to try to outdo Oz in that regard too! Then I remember… Part of this is my doing. It was ME who joked about how Oz must do dick growing activities back when we saw how massively hung Oz was. It was ME who mentioned cock pumping, hanging weights and jelqing. I never though Grif would take me seriously, but here was the evidence. I marvel at the wide acrylic tub. Fuck, if Oz could actually fill this thing he would even blow Oz out of the water. My own cock, still hard, wouldn’t even reach half of the the tubes’ length and is probably less than half of diameter. How big was Grif trying to grow his cock?! And honestly…I found it to be the hottest thing ever. My size queen tendencies were firing rapidly throughout my cortex. I wanted Oz to grow. I wanted Grif to grow. Muscle. Height. Masculinity. BULGE. And it must be working, or else I don’t think Grif would’ve bragged about showing his huge bulge off to his brothers’ fiancé. All this proof of Grif growing. Of Oz growing. Both of them more muscular, taller…and now…more hung. Fuck. I am going to have to blow another load and right now. I shove the apparatus back into its box and make my way yet again to my bathroom. - I enjoy the next four days at my parents house catching up with family, eating way too many sugary treats. And of course, who doesn’t love the presents! My family and extended family actually get along very well so I truly do enjoy my time back at home. Even then, by the fourth day I’m ready to return. I do notice and odd sensation as I’m back home. It’s almost like I feel…bigger. After living with Oz and Grif for the past six months I realize my own perception of human size has become rather warped. I’m so used to seeing these a super broad, super tall man almost every day that the people in my family just look weak and shrimpy. I’m so used to talking to Oz and Grif’s chest that it almost feels alien that I can have a conversations with people while looking them directly in the eyes. Back home I feel like I’m shrunken but at my parent's house I feel average or even tall with the kids running around. Of course, I know nothing is farther from the truth. In actuality most of my family is quite small in stature. None of my uncles are taller than 5’10 and only a couple of my cousins have crested 6 ft. And none of them are workout fiends. It’s strange to me to see so many men in my grandparents house and yet no sign of bulging biceps, to my disappointment. The best biceps I see are in the mirrors, which at least gives me a small confidence boost. Grif is clearly having a great time at home, as evidenced by the pictures he texts me. He's reveling in the de-throning of his older brother as the big man of the family. One pic he sends shows Grif standing back-to-back with his older brother, who is doing his best to hide the annoyed look on his face. The top of Bryce’s head just reaches Grif’s ears, who even from the side you can tell has an wide smile as he towers over his former ‘big’ brother. But what truly strikes me most isn’t the height disparity. What really arouses me is the comparison of their profile. On his own, you can tell Bryce is a former athlete, he has a large chest and thick arms, with a slight paunch at his belly. But Grif’s muscular thickness just BLOWS him away. Grif’s chest heaves upwards and outward as he stands proud, pressing his t-shirt tight. Where Bryce’s belly matches his his chest's protrusion, Grif’s chest overhangs his tight waist by a few inches. Grifs arms are MUCH wider than Bryce’s, but that’s not all. Grif’s arms are sharply defined, tight and corded with muscle even when unflexed. The meat of Grif’s triceps hangs heavy and solid just begging to be flexed. His biceps bulge forward and pull his forearm upward just slightly due to their overdevelopment, where Bryce’s arms hang straight. The sleeve of Grif’s shirt is stretched tight over his arm and his rounded shoulders, where’s Bryce’s t-shirt hangs loose. Grif’s forearms are roped in strands of sinew. All in all, from the side Grif looks to be nearly TWICE as thick as his older brother. And to top it off, their younger brother and Bryce’s wife are in the background, looking on with bemused looks on their faces. Well, their younger brother does. Looking closely I can see Bryce’s wife with her eyes locked on Grif’s towering muscular body…and biting her lower lip. I palm my crotch as I see Grif, looking like a MAN next to his older brother who looks like a mere boy…and older brother who I understand would dwarf me. And not just me, most men. And in this pic Grif makes his older brother look...average. Small and weak. Fuck he’s so big. And he looks bigger, has he already packed on some muscle in the week that he’s been there? Grif teases me with several pics like this throughout his trip. In another pic he shows his grinning face while he’s pointing to what looks like a scribble on a white background. Zooming in I see Grif next to the wall his parents used to measure and mark their sons’ growth. Grif is pointing to Bryce’s last mark, 6'3. dated six years ago. A mark that is just below Grif’s bright eyes. I text Grif: “So where’s your newest mark?” He texted back: “I’m going to ask my parents to measure me tomorrow. I’ll make sure Bryce is there to watch ;)” - I arrive back home a couple of days later to an empty home. After unpacking and a quick recovery nap, I’m lounging on my recliner when Oz comes home. The door opens and I watch as Oz ducks down to enter through the front door. “Hey roomie! Welcome home!” he booms when he spots me. My breath catches. Fuck, Oz looks HUGE. He’s in his winter coat which only adds to his bulk, but he also just looks so tall. I stand up to greet him but my head quickly stops rising at his chest level. Oz hunches over and gives me a one-arm bro hug, easily squeezing me into his huge, granite body. “Jesus, Oz, did you get taller?” Oz stands fully back up laughing. “No, I don’t think so. Maybe you’re just used to hanging around shorties.” “That’s true actually. I actually felt big…” Oz raises an eyebrow as he smirks down at me. “…Ok, I felt AVERAGE being back home, not being around you and Grif. My family is fairly short, so being around them and now seeing you again…man you look like you’re seven feet tall!” Oz throws his head back again as he takes his coat off revealing his huge muscular body. My breath catches again as I take in his muscles. “Well I’m definitely not THAT tall little dude. I don’t know if I want to be that huge anyways.” “Really? You wouldn’t want to be a seven-footer?” “Nah I don’t think so. I’m plenty tall as it is don’t you think? I mean your head doesn’t even reach my delts now, little dude. Could you imagine how small you'd look if I grew to seven feet? You'd look so tiny to me. Could you handle that?” I don’t tell Grif that I don’t care, that I wouldn’t mind having to look UP to his pecs. He adds, “Plus, it’s already getting hard to find clothes at my size. And my car is getting awfully tight. Another inch or two would be nice I suppose, but I don’t know about any more than that.” I break my eyes away from his and stare straight into his meaty pecs. “And some more muscle?” I ask. Oz slowly flexes his pecs in his shirt. He must’ve been practicing, his pec bouncing is nearly as good as Grif’s now. “Oh yeah, more muscle is always a good thing. Lean muscle though, not that bloated inflated fatty muscle that Grif has.” I laugh, “I’d hardly call Grif’s muscle ‘inflated’ or ‘fatty’.” “Well it’s definitely not as rippling and lean as this.” Oz raises his shirt and flashes me those delicious abs, making me drool and causing Oz to chuckle at my reaction. - Nothing too exciting happens for the next week. Oz is busy with bowl season so I only see his towering handsome visage a few times. I do have the pleasure, or annoyance, of being awoken a couple of times by another screaming female down in his room. Without having Grif around too, I’m still shocked at how big and tall Oz looks on the rare occasions I see him. With him working the bar he’s often wearing his bouncer boots, making him duck even further under the door than I remembered. Grif continues to send me teasing pics. His older brother left with his wife a couple of days ago so he’s been sending me gym pics and flexing pics. He seems to be taking his plan to grow by heart. Unless he’s just showing me his massive post-workout pumps, he looks even more muscular too. Grif texts: “Check out this pic. Here’s me in high school with my bros.” Grif sends me a picture of him and four other high school boys at what looks to be a summer BBQ. I barely recognize him since he so much smaller and skinnier. On both sides of him are four of his jock buddies…and they are all bigger than Grif. I remember Grif saying he was about 5’10 in high school. His friends looks like they range from 6’0 to 6’2. All the dudes have those cocky jock grins and are quite the lookers, of course. It wouldn't surprise that their group ruled the school and banged all the cheerleaders. Grif: “I met up with these guys at a party last night. We retook that pic! You should’ve seen the look on their faces when they first saw me now!” My phone buzzes and the new pic pops up. The same five guys are standing in the same order with Grif in the middle. All have aged handsomely, three of them now sport some sort of masculine facial hair. But the showstopper is Grif. In the previous pic he was the shortest, but now he’s the TALLEST BY A FULL HEAD! It doesn’t look like any of his high school buddies grew taller in college. And that’s not to mention his incredibly built physique. He just DWARFS his now tiny-looking friends. His friends, being jocks, are still fit, but their shirts hang loose on their bodies while Grif’s is practically shrink-wrapped across his body, showing off every hard bulge and curve. The look of delight on his face can’t be missed. Grif loves being the biggest. - On New Years Even I attend a party with some of my old friends. Oz is busy with his bar’s big party and Grif is still has three days before he returns on Sunday. It’s nice to take my mind of the big boys and catch up with the friends I haven’t seen in a while, as well as making some new friends. In fact, I even hook up! I meet this cute guy named Regis. He’s a year younger than me, fit and trim and about 5’10. Boyishly cute. I even take him home that night. After watching Grif and Oz bring home so many chicks to my house it feels like an accomplishment that I’ve finally brought home a guy again. We share a great night together and it’s one of the best New Year’s Eves that I’ve had. - Sunday afternoon arrives and I’m lounging around dreading going back to work after the extended holiday weekend. After a super late Saturday night at his bar Oz has stirred awake and is enjoying his “breakfast” at 2:00pm in kitchen. He’s in sweatpants and a wifebeater looking shredded and gigantic as usual. It's the first time I've seen Oz since I first came home a week ago. There is a loud pounding at the door and Grif announces his arrival after he swing the heavy door open. “Sup bitches! The big man is home!” I hold the door open for Grif as he hauls in his luggage and some holiday gifts. “Hurry up Grif, you’re letting the cold in.” Oz grumbles as he shovels in a ladle of oatmeal. I shut the door after Grif brings in his last haul. Grif takes off his winter jacket and I gasp. Grif is bigger. Even compared to his previous huge size he is visibly bigger. Thicker. Broader. His arms bulge a bit more than I remember. His traps seems to rise higher, his neck looks thicker. Each half of his chest reminds me of a sack of unmixed concrete. Grif sees my reaction, “I told you I was gonna pack on some SIZE, didn’t I!” Grif looks at Oz and smiles even more. “There’s the LITTLE guy! Aww, he’s eating oatmeal and eggs trying to big and jacked like his BIG roommate Oz. That’s so cute!” I stammer, “How…how big are you?” Grif brings up one arm and FLEXES what must be a 23, maybe a 24 inch arm. It’s now easily as big, or bigger than my leg! He flexes and unflexes it, making the mass bulge harder and veinier with each flex. “Check it, 342 lbs naked this morning!” “HOLY SHIT!” I can’t help but squeal, perhaps a little too much like an adoring girl. But I’m just so overwhelmed with MUSCLE MASS filling my vision. Even in his clothes Grif bulges obscenely. My dick quickly grows hard tenting my own sweatpants from the cocky display. Oz seems to have no reaction. Perhaps he’s hiding his own surprise, it wouldn't shock me. The two rivals never like to admit when they are impressed with each other. It’s possible Oz’s poker face was in full effect. That doesn’t stop Grif from trying to goad his rival. “What do you think, LITTLE Ozzy? 342 lbs AND I creeped up to 6’8! Measured yesterday! I must look so much bigger than you! Have you even crested 300 lbs yet?” I hear a clang as Oz drops his spoon in his now empty bowl. He turns to look up at the cocky towering bodybuilder next to him. “To answer your question, Grif. Yes, I’ve easily passed 300 pounds. And I’m still MUCH leaner, as you can see.” To that, Oz flexes his own arm, which might be an inch smaller but looks soooo much harder and defined. The split peak of his arms never ceases to amaze me. I feel dampness in my underwear as my cock burbles out precum from the showdown of megastuds in front of me. Oz pushes his chair our from the table and and continues to address Grif. “So congrats on your soft bulk gains, Grif, really. Oh and you said 6’8? Good for you… problem is…” Oz then stands up slowly. Rising higher and higher…and higher. His eyes rise to match Grifs…THEN HE KEEPS GOING! “…problem is…I just measured myself at SIX FOOT TEN!” My cock erupts in my shorts, cream filling the pouch within as I convulse. Thankfully, with Oz and Grif so focused on each other, they haven’t noticed. Or least they are ignoring me. Grif’s cocky grin fades as he looks UP to Oz. Something he hasn’t done for a couple of months now. “Fuuuuuuck dude. You’re 6’10???” Now it’s Oz’s turn to smirk down at his rival. “That’s right SHORT STUFF. But hey, 6’8 is cute, good for you.” Oz pats his big hand on Grif’s meaty shoulder. As he does I can see that even Oz is momentarily impressed with the capped muscle he feels. Though he obviously doesn’t verbalize it. “But you keep lifting hard, little Grif. You’re gonna need those bloated muscles since you’re so short.” That comment is enough to snap Grif out of his own surprise at Oz’s height. “Fuck off dude. YOU’RE just lucky to have those extra 2 inches to make up for your skinny fitness model muscles. I’ll take these POWER MUSCLES any day! GRWWWAAAHHH!” Grif flexes a most muscular and his shirt grows tighter and tighter over his torso, miraculously not tearing. They are both so hot. So huge and so hot, that I just stand there, my spent, softening dick moistened uncomfortably within my sweatpants. Oz breaks away from Grif to head back to his room. As he walks past me, he stops to smile down at me…WAY DOWN AT ME. No wonder he's been looking so tall, he IS taller! 6'10? He's now well OVER a foot taller than me. I feel absolutely miniscule in front of him. “You know, Rory, I think I’ve changed my mind. Remember what you asked me last week? Now that I keep getting closer to it, I think being a 7-footer would be fucking awesome. Especially if Grif can’t get there.” With that he pats the top of my head and walks by, leaving me shuddering. - 50 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Genetonic Posted August 29, 2021 Share Posted August 29, 2021 Unbelievable. Great chapter and I love how you managed to reinvigorate their playfulness into a more serious competition. I am a little curious about who's currently bigger 'down there', hoping to see another great comparison scene soon! (I'm rooting for Oz on this one!) 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted August 29, 2021 Share Posted August 29, 2021 OH Man i loved that Rory feels more confident now with his family and with otehrs i would love for him to grow and find some size queen boyfriend that's much as into it as he is. Oz and Griff are still on each otehr's head about who is bigegst and that's perefect. I love how they drive each otehr to grow their biggest. They are their best self thanks to teh otehr anm dthey havent realised that., 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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