muscle growth My Roommate Rivals (CH 15 Added 25-APRIL-2021)

[Bjort]

Very glad you will continue!

[dredlifter]

CHAPTER 10

 

The next two weeks of December are a busy drone of work for all three of us.  For Grif and I, our employers have us working extra to finish up projects before the end of the year.  For Oz, it is now college football championship and bowl season which means his sportsbar is open even more hours.  Add in the fact that we are all racing to finish our holiday shopping and it feels like we're go go go.  With everything going on my mind actually found a bit of respite from obsessing over my dreamy housemates.  Even so, living with two exceptionally hot titans still produced some exciting moments.  

One night I ran into Oz stepping out the upstairs bathroom.  It was late at night and he was clad in just some short black designer boxer briefs.  And my god, were those brief designed for a bod like him. 

I nearly collided with his pecs as I walked down the hall and he exited the restroom .  “Woah, sorry Rory.  Grif is using the downstairs bathroom and I couldn’t wait.  Rory?  Earth to Rory.”

I heard Oz’s bassy chuckle above but my eyes were fixated on his legs.   His glorious, tan, hugely muscular quads.  With it being winter I hadn't seen Oz’s exposed legs since our jack off incident about a month and a half ago.  It was obvious through his jeans and basketball shorts that Oz had big legs, like Grif, but he must’ve been focusing on them in the past month with the way they looked now.  

“Holy shit, Oz.  Your legs…the are just…holy shit!”  

Even unflexed, the tan columns bulged forward and sideways.  Not to mention the network of veins that crisscrossed the four heads of muscle that ran from his knee up into his straining underwear.  His brand of undies must’ve been super stretchy to fit around what had to easily be 30+ inches of quad muscle.  His legs were so massively thick, wide and pumped that I almost was able to ignore the massive sagging bulge pushing forward from his crotch.

Almost.

 Oz noticed my reaction, “Yeah…”  The muscle giant grinned sheepishly, almost embarrassed at the state I caught him in.  Why he should ever be embarrassed looking like that I’ll never know.  “My legs have really blown up lately.  I’ve been hitting them twice a week.  Check this out.”  Oz proceeded to flex his right quad and I gasped audibly as the already defined leg transformed into a suspension bridge supporting bundle of muscular cables.  Oz perked up at my reaction, “Crazy, aren’t they!”  He then relaxed and shook his other leg side to side, making the mass of muscle sway before tightening them into rock hard granite with a manly stomp.  I could feel the tremors through my wood floor.  The power he had in those things had to be incredible.  I was quickly boning up.  Oz added, “It drives Grif crazy, I love it.  He knows my legs have are now easily bigger than his.  I love walking around downstairs in my drawers subtly flexing them in front of him.”

“Gawd, Oz.  Your legs are amazing.  That must feel incredible.”

“Yeah it does!  Well, except for the chafing.  I have to use tons of body powder down there now.  My legs are so big now they rub together when I walk or run.  Have you seen me walk?”  Of course I had.  “How I have to like swing my legs out around each other because their so hugely muscular?”  

“Uh…erm… yeah, I have.  You definitely have that bodybuilder walk to you.  But it suits you, Oz!  It just kinda exaggerates the swagger you already had.  You have a very confident walk.  And you should with those those quadzillas!  I really am impressed, I’ve always heard it’s hard for tall guys to build big legs.”

“I make sure to squat really deep, really engaging these long leg muscles of mine.  Like you said, since I’m tall, I gotta make sure they keep up with the rest of me.  I don't just want to be tall.  I was to be jacked and tall!”

A fuck, Oz sure was fucking tall.  Grif too.  I tore my eyes from his monster quads, looking up past his ripped abs and heavy pecs, up to his smirking face, so much higher than my own.  Even though I see Oz and Grif every day it never ceases to amaze me just how gigantic they are, especially when standing up close to one of them like I am right now with Oz.  They were just so incredibly broad to go along with their towering height.  

And I was sure they were still growing.  I had started to notice how Oz and Grif now not only turned slightly sideways when passing through doors, but they also just barely leaned their heads forward, ducking.  I called Grif out on it last week when he walked through the front door.  I recall vividly how Grif was so excited that I had noticed.

“Yeah dude, most residential doors are 6’8 and with my shoes and baseball bap on I easily scrape against doorframes now.  Pretty sweet huh!”  Grif proceeded to back up and stand directly in the door frame for me.  Grinning, he squared his shoulders and demonstrated how the button of his backward hat was pressed solidly against the upper door jamb.   Not to mention how both of his delts were just barely grazing the sides!

And now staring up at Oz I was again reminded up close of their physical superiority, not just over me but of 99% of mankind.  Oz catches me taking in his exposed body, silently amazed at so much masculinity filling my vision.   He motions downward with his hands, winks down at me as he gives his legs one last flex for me.  

I once again shake my head and fight to keep from palming my erection.  “Wow.  I just can’t get over your legs Oz.  Each one seems as big as me.  You’re just so muscular and huge…”

“Aw, I appreciate that, little buddy.”  With that Oz turns an saunters down the hall, now giving me a view of his magnificent, stupendous glute muscles stretching his black underwear thin.  With his noted swagger each perfect globe flexes and bounces as he walk away from, leaving my hard dick leaking in my sweatpants.

 -

 It is now the weekend before Christmas, our last weekend together until after the New Year.  Grif, the lucky one of us all, gets to enjoy a full two and half weeks off.  His employer actually shuts down between Christmas and New Years.  On top of the fact, he is leaving early as he has a pre-Christmas family wedding to attend.

I will be driving three hours South to my parents’ on Christmas eve and be gone for three days.  Oz will be staying in town and holding down the fort as his family is native to our city.  

The evening before Grif departs, we sit down for a roommate holiday meal together.  The three of us jostle around each other setting the table.  Mostly, I try to avoid getting smushed by the giant lumbering beastmen.

“You know guys, I actually have a decent sized kitchen, but with you two in here at the same time it really makes it feel small.”

Grif’s beefy arm raises a pan of mashed sweet potatoes as I duck under it.  “Sorry, little buddy, all this mass takes up a lot of space, doesn’t it.  Watch out!”  

“At least we  can help you grab the ingredients of the top shelves,” Oz adds helpfully as he places a pan of cooked asparagus on the table.  “You don’t have to pull your chair over to reach the upper cabinets.”  He gives me a sly wink as I blush in embarrassment.

Grif chuckles, “I’ve noticed that too, why do you even put stuff up that high if you can’t reach it, Boss?”

“I will put stuff where I want it, it’s MY house,” I huff jokingly.  Inside though, I think to myself they have a point.  “I suppose I could put everything in the bottom drawers and watch you giraffes have to bend over all the time.”

Oz stands up tall and grins down at me.  “Truce.  We’ll keep some things high that we can grab for you so you don’t to stand on that flimsy table chair and we’ll let you grab the things out of the lower drawers so us big men don’t hurt out backs.”

I slip on some big mitts and reach for the oven, “Deal.  Ok now for the main course.”

Grif takes a big whiff, “Mmm finally.  I’ve been smelling that turkey since this morning.”

“Yeah, I really hoped I cooked it right.  My first one.”  I open the door and a rush of steam escapes.  The kitchen fills with more of the delectable meaty scent.

“MMMMM, that smells so good,” Oz stands behind me checking out the bird.  He quickly starts laughing, “HOLY SHIT RORY!”

“WHAT?” I start panicking.  “What did I do?”

Oz holds up his hands in defense, “You didn’t do anything wrong.  The bird looks delicious!  But it’s HUGE!”  

Grif takes a look as well and chuckles too, “Damn Rory.  I know we’re big boys that’s a monster!”

“Well there were only two left at the store, and the other one was tiny.  So I just went with the big one.  Was 10 lbs too much?”

Oz erupts in laughter and pulls out his phone.  After a quick google search he proclaims, “A 10 lb turkey usually feeds about 10 guests!”

I protest, “Well each of you are like three normal people, you behemoths!”

Grif flexes his arms in his tight white t-shirt, “Damn right!  But you are just one normal guy.  Anyways we’re just teasing.  And truthfully, better to buy to much food for these bods rather than too little.”

”Yeah,” I laugh.  “I’d hate to see the reaction if I hadn’t got ENOUGH food.  You two would probably eat me.”

The big boys finish the table preparation as I carve into the turkey, lopping off chunks of meat.  Thankfully, it’s looking very good.  Both Oz and Grif are astounded at how well my first turkey is looking.  They each taste a chunk and tell me how juicy and delicious it is.  I finish carving and the pan is a veritable mountain of turkey meat, causing the big oafs to drool.

Oz's gut grumbles as he spies the food.  “Nice job fellas.  Everything looks damn good.  Not bad for three dudes.  And especially you, Rory.”

Grif agrees, “Yeah seriously.”  He winks at me teasingly.  “I’d kiss the cook but I’m ready to chow down.”  My heart flutters at the thought of having his massive arms wrap around and pull me into his sexy lips.

I joke, “Now don’t you boys feel like you have to finish.  Turkey leftovers are good.”

Grif smirks at Oz, “Well being the big man here, I’ll probably finish, little Oz might need a doggy bag though.”

“Pff, I could eat you under the table, Oz.  Even when I was skinny I could put away food like no other.”

The stare at each other in silence, which determined looks on their faces.  Finally I figure out what they are thinking.

“Seriously guys?  C’mon I want us to enjoy this meal,” I say.

“Oh we’re going to enjoy it, Rory.  But I’m going to enjoy it more when I show Oz here how a real man eats.”

“Pfft, “ Oz huffs.  You’re going down.”

I sigh knowing there is no way of derailing this contest.  At first I’m disappointed, but then I start to let my dick think for me.  There’s not much more manly that a good old fashioned eating contest.  And I do so love seeing these muscle studs compete.  

Oz breaks the silence, “So…how do we do this?”

Grif rubs his manly chin in thought, “See who eats the most turkey?”

I step in, “NO.  There is no way you are wasting the potatoes and everything else.  Ok here’s how we do it.  Let me get MY share of food first.”  I prepare my plate first, the boys watch me load up on turkey, potatoes and vegetables along with a dinner roll. I make sure to take a little more than I should.  “Now, you two give me your plates.  Actually, let me swap these out for the big serving plates I have.  Good thing I have two identical ones.  Ok, I will load up each of your plates with the same amount of turkey.  Then you can fill up your plates with whatever else you want from the taters and veggies and bread.”

I grab the plates and start to heap chunks of turkey onto them.  I do my best to eyeball to make sure they are even.

Oz get up and grabs the food scale.  “Use this.  Good thing us bodybuilders always have food scales in the kitchen, huh.”

I continue to referee “Good thinking.  Ok, I have put 2.5 lbs of turkey on each of your plates.  Now you each load up your plates to what you think is a good starting point.”

The two boys start to pile more food onto their plates.  It becomes an interesting game of gastrointestinal chicken as the plates fill up.   Oz places a big scoop of potatoes on his pile.  Grif retaliates and and ladles out a big mass of creamed corn.  Each go back and forth daring the other to up the ante and add more chow.  I', amazed at the Himalayan mountains of food they’re assembling.

“Ok that’s enough!”  I stop their culinary game of calls and raises.  I grab Grif’s plate and place it on the scale.  “7 lbs 12 oz.  My god, you guys are going to eat a baby!”  I then weigh Oz’s.  “You guys are already close.  7 lbs 7 oz.”  Oz spoons a little bit more creamed corn on his pile until the weights match.  I hand the plates back.

Grif grins, “I wanna know how much yours weighs, Rory!”  

I roll my eyes and weigh my dish.  “1 lbs 12.”   

Grif throws his head back an laughs, “Damn little dude, now wonder we’re so BIG!  We're gonna each like 4 times as much as you!  Fuck I love being big.  And all this food is only gonna make these muscles GROW,” he punctuates the statement with a mouthwater pec bounce.

“Yeah, your belly will grow,” I retort.  “If you can even finish.  Ok.  First rule.  Don’t choke.  I don’t know if I could even get my arms around your guys’ pecs to do a Heimlich.  Second rule…DON’T CHOKE.  I don’t want to have to give you mouth-to… …actually, scratch that.  PLEASE let me give you mouth-to-mouth."  My roomies bust our laughing whilst secretively I’m day dreaming of doing just that. “Ok ok, for serious.  You have to use your utensils, at least for the most part.  And I get to be judge on any shenanigans.  Deal?”  The boys nod.  “Good.  First one to finish wins…or if you can’t finish whomever eats the most.”

“Oh, I’m gonna finish,” Oz says sternly.

Grif glares at his rival, “Me too…only before you, pretty boy.”

“Ok…ready…GO!”

The boys attack their plates with ferocity.  Within a minute they have easily eaten what must be the equivalent of my plate. Conversely, as they gobble their meals, I slowly enjoy mine while enjoying the show.  There is something hypermasculine and powerful watching two overdeveloped muscle studs shove in scoop after scoop of food.  Especially knowing that with their superior genes and work ethic, most of that food will turn into size.  Into bone mass.  Into muscle.  Into man.

I eat slowly, mostly because I’m entranced watching them.  Their arms are bent as they shove food in quickly, giving their biceps a residual pump and making that sexy arm vein stick out even further.  As they lean forward their massive pecs form an awning over the edge of the table.  

Five minutes in they are neck and neck having finished about half of their plates.  But they are both starting to slow down drastically.  Meanwhile, I’ve finished about 1/3 of my plate, which just drives home how much bigger than me they both are.  

Ten minutes in Oz takes a break and reaches his rippling arms up to stretch out. He sighs heavily and takes deep breaths.  Both he and Grif have a light sheen of perspiration on their faces.  

Grif smugly grins, “Whassammater, little Oz?  Too much for you?  Your poor little tummy.”  Grif takes the opportunity to take a noticeable lead.

It’s not long after though that Grif hits his first wall with about 1/3 left to go.  He groans as he now takes set his utensils down and stretches.  Oz continues eating a slower, steadier pace.  

“Oh fuck.  Uhhh…I’m so stuffed.”  Grif stands up and slowly paces around the kitchen, groaning.  I take note of how his big blocky abs are now pushing against his white shirt, distended from his full gut.

It’s now Oz’s turn to taunt.  “See, Grif, that’s your problem.  You rush into things without thinking.  You think you chunky mass can just bulldoze any competition.  But it doesn't work when you are up against a big man with lean mass and intelligence.  A man like me.”

Fifteen minutes in I have finished my plate.  I offer a tease to both. “I think I’ll have juuuuust a little more of each!  Mmmm…delicious.”

I smirk as I give myself more food causing them both to groan.  Both Oz and Grif rolls their eyes at me.  “Little shithead,” Oz mumbles with a smile.

Just a few minutes later and there has to be about one pound left on each of their plates.  It’s neck and neck.  Grif goes for the kill.  He quickly shoves in and swallows half of his remaining portion.  But doing so hits him hard.  His eyes go wide and he holds his hand to his mouth.  

“Oh shit,” I panic.  “New rule, no barfing!  You barf and you lose!”

Grif grits his teeth.  “I won’t barf.”

I keep my eye on Grif making sure he’s going to be ok.  While Grif is frozen immobile in oversaturated pain, I look over and see Oz slowly but surely digging into his remaining portion.  Grif attempts to keep up, but just can't make himself swallow any more.  Two minutes later, with three last big bites…Oz finishes.

“Oz wins!”

Oz slowly raises his right arm and FLEXES in victory, way too overstuffed to celebrate with any more effort.  I salivate as I see his arm fill the red shirt sleeve nearly to breaking.  I wonder if tomorrow, after all the food in him turns to muscle, if that same sleeve would rip post flex.

“Fucker,” Grif growls.  

"Guess I'm the true MAN," Oz taunts with heavy breaths.  "I'm sorry you have such a dainty stomach, Grif."  

The boys sit in their chairs recovering for a few minutes, their massive chests heaving up and down.  Their bellies are rounded and full, yet their abs are still plainly visible.  A few minutes later they are able to move again.  They stand up slowly and let their bodies adjust.

I smile to myself, get up and head for the fridge.  I pull out a round dish.

“WHO’S UP FOR SOME PIE!” I yell giddily.

The two belly bulging men simply groan at my reaction.  I’m so bad.

-

As if you had any doubt, the boys do in fact have some pie later on.  Somehow the stuffed giants had made their way to the living and heavily fell onto the coach.  Thank god I have a sturdy couch.  And not even thrity minutes the later, the studs had were up and at ‘em, as if they hadn’t just consumed thousands of calories in one sitting.  They really were incredible specimens.  They lumbered into the kitchen and and each enjoyed two slices of pie each.

"Mmmmm.  So good. Man I love cheat meals," Oz explains between bites of pie.  A red smear from cheeries extends from the side of his sexy mouth.  I wish I could lick it off.   

 Grif sets his empty plate in the sink and stretches again.  “Ahhh, that was sooo good, Rory.  I haven’t fell this full in a long time.  Probably ever.  I feel huge in fact!”

Oz seems to agree as he lifts up his shirt and rubs his his own bloated but still rippling stomach.  “I hear ya, Grif.  I swear I almost have a pump from that meal.”

“I was thinkin’ the same thing, bro!”

I watch as both Grif and Oz slowly flex and unflex their arms, examining their own muscles as if no one else was in the kitchen, let alone my own gawking eyes.  The cannon ball biceps of the jocks bulged absolutely massive, I swear their sleeves were tighter than before the meal started.  

Oz turns and flexes his triceps, a tan horseshoe muscle big enough to fit a Clydesdale. “Holy shit, check my tris, they feel monstrous."

Grif gives his rival a glance, “They are looking big, but not as big as THESE!” He then mimicks the flex showing on his own meaty arm-hams.  I gawk at the striations of both of their massive triceps.  Could all those calories really be seeping into their muscles already??

I am soon dashed out of my reverie by Oz.  “Ok, short stuff, out of the way.  You made the main dishes and had to watch us chow down, we’ll clean the kitchen.  Then...it’s time for presents!  Go relax little dude.”  Oz and Grif shoo me out of the kitchen, momentarily making me feel like I am 10 years old.  But I can’t complain too much, happy to not have to clean up the mess they made during their consumption fest.

While the boys cleaned I went a grabbed their gifts from my room, each wrapped in a large cardboard box.

Oz stomps back in to the living room, wiping his had dry with a dish towel.  “Ah, boss, you didn’t have too!  I’ll go get our gifts.”  

He retreats down the stairs as Grif takes a seat next to me.  I feel myself almost fall into him as his weight, over twice my own, sinks into the couch pulling me toward him like a bodybuilding Sarlacc.  Grif goofily squeals the deepest, bassiest squeal you'd ever hear, grabs his box and gives it a shake.  

“You really are just a giant toddler," I say as I push myself back upright from Grif's disturbance. 

“I’m just a kid at heart.  A really, REALLY big kid!"

Oz returns with two large bags and sets them on the ground.  “Grif and I went together on ours.  This one first,” Oz says with a grin.

“You two worked together?   How is that even possible?  That can’t be good."  The item in front of me isn't so much wrapped as it is draped in loose black plastic.  It's about two feet high, topped with green and red bow.  I look at them both and see what seems like a nervous look on their faces.   I pull up the plastic… and instantly started laughing.  “OH MY GOD YOU GUYS.  YOU ASSHOLES.  HAHA.”

Oz joins in my laughter.  He looks relieved, as does Oz.  “Whew!  I was worried you’d be offended, Rory.  I promise we didn’t just get that to tease you.”

Oz was referring to my gift:  a small foldable step ladder.

Grif adds, “Yeah the other day when I came home you almost feel off that rickety table chair you dragged over next to the counters.”

“I almost fell over because your big ass surprised me!”

Grif smiles and shrugs, “Still, this is a lot sturdier then those chairs.  Just trying to keep you safe little buddy!” 

I roll my eyes as I fold and unfold the step ladder.  It has two steps and looks to boost it’s vertically challenged user up about a foot and a half.

I roll my eyes and shake my head, “I can’t believe you got me a step ladder.  But I really don’t need it.  I can just ask you giants to get me things from the top shelf!”

“And we will always do that for you, buddy,” Oz says.  “But we aren’t always home.”

“Yeah I know.  Thanks guys.  Really, I know I will use it.”  I know truthfully I will, but the fact that I even need a stepladder when these giant men will have no use for one ever does stick in my brain.   

“Ok here’s your other gift.”

Grif hands me a smaller box, this time properly wrapped.  I tear open the festive paper and open the box.  “No way!  You guys…seriously?  How?  This has been sold out for weeks!”  It is two tickets to a concert for my favorite band, a small indie rock group, that is to take place in January.  This group plays small venues so their tickets are often hard to get.  My jaw hangs open in excitement.

Grif and Oz beam down at me, looking handsome as ever.  Oz winks at me, “I know some people.  The city’s show promoter is a regular at the bar.”

I just keep shaking my head, “How in the world did I get the two best roommates?”

“Aww, don’t you go getting all sappy on us little guy,” Grif says but I swear I can almost see wetness in his own eyes.

“Ok, you big beefy lugs, your turn.”  

The boys tear into their boxes, Oz opens his first. “Oh sweet!”

He pulls out a navy blue duffel bag.  I look over to Grif who was examining his identical duffel, except his is a dark grey slate color.

“I noticed both of you gym bags are kinda falling apart.  Don’t forget to look inside.”

Grif zipped open his.  “Woah!"  His boyish excitement really is just so hot and endearing.  "Check all the gear!  New shaker bottles.  A YETI thermos!  Lifting straps.  Fat grips.  Captains of Crush grippers!"

“All the things growing boys need to keep growing!” I cheerfully add, enjoying their excited faces as they look through their goodies.

“Rory, dude, this is great.  So much awesome swag,” Oz says as he admires a couple meal containers I've also thrown in."

“Hell yeah!”  Grif smiles brightly.  He jokes, “With this stuff I’m gonna get so huge.  I know I’m already big, but just imagine, Rory.  With all this I might put on another 20…no 50…no, fuck it!  ONE HUNDRED POUNDS OF MUSCLE!  GRAHHH!”  Grif places his bag on the ground and FLEXES his titanic arms as hard as he can.  Suddenly we all three hear the sound of tearing fabric, Grif’s right arm has split the hem of his arm sleeve!  “FUCK YEAH!  IT’S ALREADY HAPPENING  I'm already growing more!  Aww Rory, YOU’RE the best roomie!  I know I said don’t get sappy but C’mere!”  

The muscle show has already sent a surge toward my crotch, but my excitement only grows as Grif steps toward me reaching out his monstrous arms.  He wraps them around me and easily lifts me into the air, hugging me again his enormous, warm beefy pecs.  My arms hopelessly attempt to reach around him but are impeded by the slabs of lat muscles under his arms.  He presses my head into his chest crevice and swings me side to side, my feet dangling many inches of the ground.  I can tell he’s only using a fraction of his strength yet I already know I would have no chance of escaping his muscular embrace… not that I would want to.

After some swings I hear Oz from my free ear.  “Ok now I need a hug from my best roomie!  Hand him over!”

 Suddenly, my face is no longer mashed against Grif’s pec, but I still feel his mighty arms on me.  He’s reached under my armpits and is holding me up in front of him...still off the ground.  He hands me over to Oz who replaces Grif’s hands under my armpits and then smashes me again into some gigantic meaty pecs, this time Oz’s.

And the entire time my feet never touch the ground!  They have passed me off as two parents would hand off a toddler.  Just how powerful were my roommates?!  And I could see the action took very little effort.  My mind can hardly fathom how any human can be so huge!  So tall!  So strong!  My member throbs in my pants as Oz constricts me with his own arms.  

After several seconds in Oz's muscle caccoon I again hear Grif’s goofy voice.  “AWWWW HOW SWEET!  GROUP HUG!”  Suddenly I feel two more MASSIVE pecs press into my back and I am squished even further into Oz.  Grif reaches over my shoulders and grabs onto Oz’s boulder delts, hugging me and Oz together.

I’m sandwiched in hot, muscular heaven.  I'm certain Oz is going to have a wet spot on his shirt from the drool seeping from my mouth as of nearly 600 lbs of muscle crushes me in between them.  The embrace feels warm, soft and yet solid and the smell their rugged manhood is intoxicating.  I can even feel each of their enormous soft bulges presses into me through their basketball shorts.  It’s impossible not to miss the soft, bratwurst size lumps pushing against my upper upper legs, front and back.

After what is by no means long enough the two giants push apart and I slide down their muscular torsos until my feet hit the ground.  I look up with a dazed look at the two super tall jock smirking down at me, both knowing the affect they have on me.

“Well, um…thanks guys.  For the gifts and everything,” I say, trying to regain my composure.

“Of course!” Grif says.  “Now let’s take a roomy photo to mark the occasion!”

Oz jokes, “I’ve got a great idea!  Rory can stand on the step ladder between us!”

“Hell yeah!” Grif concurs.  I think about protesting but know it will be futile. “I’ll set up the phone way back so we make sure get the stool in there.  Ok it’s all set I just have to click my watch to take the pic.”

“Really guys?  The step stool” I whine, shaking my head.

“C’mon man, this will be such a cool picture!”

“Fine,” I grumble exaggerated, even though I am massively turned on by their size.  

I unfold the step ladder and Grif and Oz stand on each side of it.  I step onto the first level, raising myself many inches off the ground…and still it is not even close enough to match my roommates' lofty statures.  I look side to side at their grinning faces, still beaming DOWN on me, my eyes are now level with their square jaws and strong chins.

I can’t help but mumble softly, “Holy shit.  You are guy are so fucking tall.”  They both like and smile even brighter.  

Oz tells me to step up to the top.  “Go ahead dude.  Keep climbing.  That way you can be the tallest guy in our picture!”

I step up again and watch as my eyes actually pass theirs. I stand up tall and look around, truly taking it in what it would be like to be so gigantic in my own house.  And this is what Oz and Grif see every day.  As I look around my eyes again meet Grif’s smirking face.

“Yeah, dude.  Stand up that step so you can be the tallest guy…”  As I stare at Grif, Suddenly I feel as if I’m shrinking.  I have tunnel vision as I watch Grif’s handsome face slowly start to rise, higher and higher, never breaking his eye contact with me.  Soon his piercing eyes pass just slightly above mine as my heart beats faster.   Grif smiles at me devilishly, “…you can be the tall guy FOR NOW.”  He winks, “At least until I grow even TALLER!”  I look down and see Grif has raised himself up on his tippy toes to enhance his height as he stands next to me. 

 I turn to look at Oz, giving me his own patented sexy smolder.  "Just imagine if we keep growing taller too, Rory..."  Now Oz is rearing up on his toes like Grif, destroying my momentary height advantage is immediately.  "As you can see all we need are  a coupe of inches to outgrow you even when you're standing on this step stool!  And if we keep going...haha!  If we keep GROWING you might NEED this step ladder to measure us someday!"

Fuck.  My heart races as I know it could easily happen.  Even so with me on the top step, Grif and Oz could still physically surpass me, and at the rate they are growing, it could be soon.  All Grif and Oz had to do was raise up three or four inches on his toes and they could already passed my implement-assisted temporary height.

I reply nearly whispering, "You guys...you really thing you could get THAT tall?"

Oz smirks, "Hope so!"

I turn and see Grif as he smirks at me too.  He then ‘shrinks’ back down to his normal 6’7 or so height and turns to the camera, directing us to do the same.  I feel Oz and Grif throw their massive arms around my shoulders.  “Woah!  Easy guys!” My knees sag as their combined weight nearly pushes me down.  They apologize and flex their delts slightly to raise their arms and lighten the load.          

“Ok, smile studs!” Grif instructs and taps his watch.  Seconds later his phone clicks several pics.  “Ok, now how about Oz and I flex our outward guns!” *click*  “Now goofy faces.”  *click*.  “Awesome bros!  I’ll text you the pics if you want to post ‘em.”

I step off the ladder, again watching their chins surge upward before me.  I grab my phone and look the pics.  I’ve never much of a picture taker, so I honestly never had a pic taken with either of my roomies. I was in shock as I studied the picture…shock at just how SMALL I looked.  I see them on a daily basis, but I never really knew just how disparate our sizes really looked when I was with them.  

 Now I know.

“OH MY GOD!  I LOOK LIKE AN ADOLESCENT NEXT TO YOU GUYS!” I whine as I hear both Oz and Grif chuckle.  “It’s true.  You are are literally twice…maybe three times as wide as me.  I think ONE of your pecs is as wide as my torso.”  I’m slightly embarrassed but entranced at the comparison on the phone screen.

Grif helpfully adds, “Well one of MY pecs, maybe.  Might be more like one-and-a-half of Oz’s little pecs.”

“Didn’t I just out-eat you, ‘Mr. Wide’?  The only thing bigger than me that I see is your waist.”

Grif scoffs as I continue to stare at the pic.  My limbs look positively stick-like.  In the flexing pic each of their biceps are easily as big as my head.  Their legs are columns of power, each one the size of my waist.  Their pecs bulge outward against their shirts, the outer part of their chests encroaching over my own much, much smaller upper chest, squeezing me between them.  Even their forearms, draped across my shoulders, dwarf my neck.  No wonder their arms felt so heavy.  

“You guys are just…fucking huge…” I can’t help but mumble again.

I suddenly look up, embarrassed as my ogling.  I see Oz and Grif, standing over me as I’m seated, grinning down, with their hands on their hips.  Suddenly they both square their shoulders and tighten their arms, making their muscle explode in size. 

Oz smiles, “Yup.  And with these awesome gifts you got us we’re only going to get bigger...AND BIGGER!”

Fuck.  I was going to paint the bathroom walls white tonight.

[OldFashioned]

Easily one of the hottest stories I’ve read. Can’t wait to see how they continue to grow in size (and otherwise… )

[Pableeets]

Can't wait to see how they continue to grow. 
This is so H-O-T!

[SilverDar]

Great continuation. Can’t imagine how much more you will grow the Men, and I am sure you will!

[tboh86]

@dredlifter I just love how you are able to create the perfect almost realistic environment for muscle lovers, where the protagonists enjoy and show off just a little more than in the real world but it is perfectly believable. The scene with Rory and Oz is the perfect example. We all know that a young jock like him would not be as showy so you just kept the events controlled. I myself would have loved Oz to be caught flexing wearing posing trunks, but that would have been unrealistic considering his history. Great job man and please continue the sequel!

[dredlifter]

28 minutes ago, tboh86 said:

I myself would have loved Oz to be caught flexing wearing posing trunks,

Now there's an idea for a future scene! ;)

[Rodswin]

@dredlifter I'm loving how you developing it

[RockyDragon]

We need some muscle size difference sex lol. Rory needs to get railedddd

[tboh86]

On 8/12/2021 at 8:42 PM, dredlifter said:

Now there's an idea for a future scene!

Omg really, that would be so hot. Oz thinking that he is big enough like a competitive bodybuilder and wanting to try out bikinis or posing trunks and have Rory check out how he looks. It can also be because Oz already experienced chaffing with his boxers so he needs skimpier underwear. Rory might just catch him randomly wearing them while he is at home. So many hot scenes come to my mind @dredlifter!