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

[dredlifter]

Really sorry for the lack of updates.  Just kinda been in a funk the last couple months of this year.  I'll have lots of downtime over the holidays so I'm hoping to crank our one, maybe two chapters.  Bare with me. 

[Guest]

Which chapter do you think will be the final one? 

[dredlifter]

1 hour ago, SecretlyWriting said:

Which chapter do you think will be the final one? 

Dunno.  I won't write the final chapter over these holidays.  

[Kymuscleboy]

On 12/13/2021 at 10:05 PM, dredlifter said:

With the help of some other forum member I found a true muscle giant today.   This guy is 6'10 and 325 lbs of tanned hot muscle.  In my story, Oz is currently 6'10 and ~340 lbs.  So this guy would be VERY close to Oz's size.  He also has the dark skin, dark hair and a short dark beard that Oz would sport as well.  

I never though I would see an actual human who is as big as Oz and Grif are, yet here we are!  I'm not going to show his face in this thread, because I like my readers to imagine the faces of the characters themselves, but if you want to see more of this giant I've posted his Ig link below.  It's a treasure trove of size difference!

This is how it would look shopping with Oz and Grif:

 

https://www.instagram.com/lucaslakutsin/

 

 

I have to say, I knew Oz and Grif were huge, but it's hard for me to picture jus HOW huge! This guy is a true wonder of nature.  Look at the size of his calves! It is super hard for a guy that tall to have calves that big, and his arms are huge for being so long too. He really is right out of a muscle growth story. 

One more thing. Look how he towers over the guy next to him in the first picture. I bet that guy is what, somewhere between 5' 10" - 6'? I definitely think he's taller than our Rory!

[Muscleguysonly]

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[dredlifter]

MY ROOMMATE RIVALS CHAPTER 13

My reverie is short lived as Grif announces our next activity.
“Great workout dudes.  Shower time!”
 

I’m rooted on the spot for longer than I should be as the two titans stomp toward the locker room.  I turn and follow their wide glistening backs, stretched outward by pumped latissimus muscles threatening to burst their skin.  I note their volleyball sized glutes filling their shorts.
 
But I’m also scared.  I’ve already revealed myself, my ENTIRE self to these guys before, but back then they were both smaller.  And at that point I already felt tiny in their presence, no matter how much they seemed impressed with my…my manhood.  
 
Ultimately, curiosity and arousal win out and I turn and scamper toward them, my short legs moving much quicker than theirs due to my tinier steps.
 
“WOO!  Great workout fellas,” Grif announces in the cavern of the empty locker room.  His deep booming voice reverberates off the walls of lockers and the tiled floor.  “There are shower cubicles and a shower room in that hallway.  Oz, you’ll probably want to use the shower room like I do.  Those cubicles weren’t meant for big boys like us.  I can barely turn sideways in them and the showerheads are really low.  Perfect for you though, Rory.”
 
I know he means no harm I can’t help but feel I’ve been relegated to the kids’ shower.
 
Oz and Grif take more turns flexing in the big mirrors and so I’m the first to strip down.  While they are occupied I quickly wrap a towel around my waist and head to a cubicle, passing the shower room along the way.  The room reminds me of my old high school shower room.  It’s big enough to have one shower head on each end and three shower heads along the wall opposite the entrance.  
 
I choose the first cubicle past the shower room and turn on the water, still able to hear the loud jocular voices of the fratboys down the hall.  I start to wash off and I hear footsteps outside my shower and see two huge feet under the partially closed curtain.  
Oz has stepped into the cube next to mine and I hear him scoff.  “Damn, Grif, you weren’t kidding.  These cubicles are TINY!  This definitely won’t work.  HAHA, the shower head is at my pecs!
 
“Told you bro!  We’re too big!”
 
Oz’s feet again shuffle past my shower curtain.  “Guess I’ll have to use the big boy showers, like you said, Grif!”
 
“I’ll be in in a second to help wash your tiny back,” Grif jokes and I hear the water turn on in the big open shower space next to mine.
 
The water feels so good on my face, but as I still can’t help but feel unequal.  I mean, I know I don’t match up these giants, but being alone in the small shower is eating at me.  
 
But I won’t let it.
 
I turn off my shower, pull the curtain back and step in to the big shower space.  My breath catches as I see Oz’s glorious uncovered ass as he faces the wall rinsing off.  It’s amazing that someone so tall can have such a big perky butt.  Perfectly smooth and shaped, the unflexed globes look to be made of porcelain with the sheen created by the water.  
 
I will my dick to stay calm as I turn on the middle shower on the adjacent wall.  
 
Oz scrubs his face, still not aware that it’s me that has joined him, “Bought time you got in here, Grif.  Did you finally get that perfect flex pic for our Instagram?  Such a douchebag,” Oz chuckles.
 
Suddenly Grif appears at the shower room entrance.  “What the hell are you talking about?  Oh hey Rory!  What are you doing in here?”
 
Oz rinses his face and looks over his shoulder to me.  “Oh hey Rory, sorry I thought you were Grif.”
 
“Grif was right Oz.  Those cubicles were way too small.  I have to use the big boy shower!”
 
Grif busts out laughing, “HAHA Damn right Rory!  Those little things can’t contain all your studliness.  I mean, look at that hot ASS!”  *SMACK*
 
I let out a yelp as Grif’s big hand makes contact with my bare butt flesh.  I’m shocked to silence as Grif steps over to the shower opposite Oz.   
 
“He certainly does have a cute butt!  No wonder I get asked about him at the bar.”  
 
Even under the warm water I feel my face blush at Oz’s shocking revelation.  “What?!?”
 
“Oh yeah, whenever you visit me at the bar at least one guy comes up and asks me about you.”
 
“Shut up, no way.”
 
Grif jumps in, “It’s makes sense, Rory.  You’re a little hottie!  A little hottie with a kickin’ body.”
 
I scoff loudly over rushing water making Grif laugh.  With my front now washed I turn my body outwards, in the process I open my eyes and catch Grif still chuckling, his eyes on me.  Like me, he is facing away from the wall.
 
Holy shit.  
 
My breath catches, my eyes go wide.  Grif’s cock is HUGE!!  It’s definitely grown.   It hangs thick and heavy like one of those holiday gift sausages…only longer!  My eyes trace up Grif’s blocky abs, past his overhanging chest, up to his smirking eyes.  Oh yeah, he knows what he’s doing.  Clearly those dick growing exercises he’s been doing are working.  
 
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?”  The sudden outburst turns my head toward Oz.  He too has finished with his front is facing us as well.  His eyes are locked onto Grif’s massive soft cock.
 
I can’t help but also gasp at Oz’s huge big hanging dick…although, it doesn’t look as big as Grif’s.
 
Grif’s smirk grows as he shows off his goods.  He puffs his chest out as he rubs a bar of soap in his deep pits.  He purposely uses extra body language to make his pendulous schlong swing back and forth.  Such a fuckin’ showoff.  I love it.
 
“See something you like there, Oz?  You jealous or something?”
 
Oz’ brow furrows.  “Jealous of you?  Ha!  You’re joking, shorty.”
 
Grif continues his tease.  “Oz, buddy, how many times do I have to tell you.  You really shouldn’t shower with cold water.  It causes shrinkage down there ya, know.”
 
“Fuck off, no shrinkage here.”
 
“Oh…coulda fooled me!”  
 
Grif reaches down with one giant hand and grabs the base of his dick.  Even so about half of the monster remains exposed.  I looked down at my own dick and imagine his hand would swallow it completely.
 
Grif swings the massive tool in a circular motion.  “As you can see, I’ve had a major growth spurt down here.  I’m mean look at this thing!  Even you’ve gotta be impressed, Oz.  Hell, it looks bigger than yours!  And I remember from our measuring incident a couple of months ago how you were bigger.  Huh.  That sucks for you bro.  I mean, look at this muscle cock.  It’s a full 8 inches SOFT!”
 
Oz glares at Grif, knowing that he’s beat in this regard.  And, fuck, he really shouldn’t have anything to feel bad about.  If Grif hangs soft at 8 inches, then Oz has got be 7.  Still way bigger than my hard on.  
 
Oz’s steely resolve returns and his own mouth curls into a grin.  “Well good for you, buddy.  Of course, a soft cock doesn’t really do much good when you want to stick it in a tight pussy.  What really matters is how big you are boned up.  But congrats, you’ll be sure to be the king of the gym locker room.  Me?  I’ll stick with being the king of pussy.  The king of FUCKING.  We all know what really matter is how big you are boned up.”
 
Grif is now returning a scowl, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
 
Yes.  Yes I would LOVE to know.
 
But Oz is right, Grif hasn’t said how big he is hard.  I wonder if that’s on purpose.  Oz was a solid 8.5 inches hard when we measured, and Oz has grown much taller since then too.  Perhaps Grif isn’t nearly as confident his new larger boner will now beat Oz’s.  Maybe Oz is a shower more than a grower.  
 
Meanwhile, my feeble 6” boner is rock hard watching the huge softie showdown.  Not to mention those suds streaming gloriously down their incredible muscular bodies.  Thankfully my two roommates, with their eyes locked on each other, either haven’t noticed or are sparing me the embarrassment by not mentioning my wood .  Regardless, I quickly turn around wash my front again, attempting to hide my state of arousal.
 
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The new year begins and we settle into our routines.  Grif and I head back to work and Oz now just has two classes left to go along with his bartending job.  
 
This January I really feel like I’ve hit my stride in life.  Oz hooks me up with a workout routine, though it’s nothing near as intense as his or Grif’s.  Just two or three full body weightlifting routines a week and then I do cardio two other days.  But, with their help and, um…motivation, I’m in the best shape of my life.  I really enjoy the atmosphere at the new gym even though at times I feel small there, even among the big lifters who aren’t Grif or Oz.
 
Oz and Grif have basically become gym celebrities.  Grif already was, but when they lift together other gym patrons are constantly sneaking pictures of them.  But they love the attention, and who can blame them.
 
One night as I’m driving to work I look up and am shocked to see their half-naked bodies way up high on a billboard!  They are standing shirtless, oiled and pumped on each side of Thom, the gym owner, with their hands on their hips.  Thom is bulging in a navy blue polo with his arms crossed while Grif and Oz stand on each side of him, towering over him by well over a foot, each with confident grins on their faces.  
 
The gym’s name is written in big block letters at the top.  Along the bottom it says “WHERE GIANTS TRAIN.”  With the professional photography used for the ad they look hotter than ever.  Seeing their sexy faces and bodies 50 ft up in the air I briefly imagine if they keep growing and them actually reaching that size  Becoming true giants.  50 ft tall bodybuilder studs.  I reach down and push my growing cock along my pants leg so it has room to grow.
 
“So I saw this billboard on the way to work today…” I say when I see Oz that evening.
 
He chuckles and I even see him blush.  “Yeah…I’ve been texts about it all day.  Kinda embarrassing,” he says sheepishly.
 
“Embarrassing??  Oz you looked amazing!  How they oiled you up made all those ripped muscles pop.”
 
“I’m sure there was some photoshop involved too.”
 
I can’t help but laugh, “Oh shut up, man.  I’ve seen those abs of yours.  You’re huge and hot and you know it.”
 
Oz gives me a smoldering smirk and a wink, “Yeah, you’re right little dude.”
 
Contrasting Oz’s response, Griffin throws open the front door when he arrives home.  He spots us and looks like an excited puppy.  “Did you guys see the billboard!?  It’s fucking AWESOME!  I look so damn huge and jacked!”  He eyes Oz.  “And they actually made you look decent to, Ozzy-boy.”  I can’t help chuckling at his playfulness.  “I kinda wish they would’ve used the flexing pic we took, but the hands on hips looked good too.  Fuck, I always look good!  I love being HUGE!”
 
“Yeah they really photoshopped some nice abs on you, bro,” Oz retorts.
 
His dig can’t sway Grif’s excitement though.  “Oh man my phone has been BLOWING UP.  People keep telling me how pumped I look.  It just makes me want to grow MORE!”
 
“Yeah, and as if you two weren’t big and tall enough,” I admit, “Now I get to see how you’d look as real giants at like 50 ft tall.”
 
I see a look of contemplation wash over Grif’s smiling face.  He’s in deep thought.  His smile grows and he slowly saunters up to me.
 
“Fuck, Rory, could you imagine that?”  He purposely crowds me, his overhanging chest barely covered by his polo shirt right at my face level, just a couple of inches from my nose.  “Could you imagine if I kept growing to be 50 ft tall?  Fuck, that would ROCK!  Everyone would look so fucking tiny to me!  Just think, at that size, you wouldn’t even reach my huge calf muscle.  I could hold you in my hand!”  He raises his left arm and flexes a titanic 20-something inch biceps, right in front of me.  He points to the top of the swelling mass, “I could set you on this peak right here and give you a muscle ride as I flex and unflex.”  He mimics his words and I watch hypnotized at the moving muscle.  Grif drops his arm.  “Wouldn’t that be cool, Rory?”
 
“Uh… ….yeah Grif, if only!  Scuse’ me big guy, gotta use the restroom,” I say as I scamper off to the toilet, needing immediate relief.  I immediate brand Grif’s brief macro display into my memory bank, knowing it will come up often in future wank sessions.
 
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Not only was I hitting my stride as work and with my body, my romantic life had picked up as well, after a hiatus I thought would never end.  Something both Oz picked up on as the three of us ate lunch one weekend.
 
“Why are you so fidgety, boss?  Who do you keep texting over there?”
 
“I have a date tonight.”
 
“WHAT?!” Grif shouts.  “No way, that’s awesome.”
 
“Yeah, it’s been while, I’m excited.”
 
“So who is it?” Oz asks.
 
“That guy I hooked up with on New Year’s.  Name is Regis.”  
 
Grif nods his head, “Oh yeah, I remember you telling us about him.”
 
Oz stands up and pats my shoulder as he walks by.  “Happy for you bro!”  He turns and grins at Grif.  “I was worried that I was going to be the only guy in the house getting any action lately.”
 
“Uh fuck off, Oz.  I’m just in a dry spell.”
 
I hadn’t really thought about it, but it was true.  Oz was still spending a few nights away and also bringing back women on a regular basis.  But I hadn’t noticed much activity from Grif.
 
“When I started getting bigger,” Grif explains, “like really big, man nobody told me how so many chicks aren’t into big muscles.”
 
I looked at him shocked.  “What?  Really?  You’re hot, Grif!”
 
“I KNOW I AM!” He says as he throws up his hands.
 
Oz steps back into the living room and adds, “Yup, I get the same thing too.  Tell me, Grif.  Have you heard this line too?”  In a lilting falsetto voice he says, “UGH…You’re to heavy.  You can’t be on top.  You’re squishing me!  Uhhhhh.”
 
“YES!  That’s exactly it, Oz!”
 
“Yeah, Grif.  I get that a lot too.  A lot of girls don’t like the huge muscles.  A lot of them like smaller, skinnier guys.”
 
Grif huffs, annoyed but happy someone understands his plight.  “It’s like you hit a point where you are too big for most girls.  You’re lucky you work at a bar, you have a bigger pool of chicks coming through to choose from.”
 
“That and I’m way prettier than you,” Oz winks.  “But you’re right.  I hear “too big” a lot.  Including for my manhood.”
 
“Me too, brah.”
 
I huff loudly causing my two giant roomies to look over at me.  “See, that’s why girls are fucking stupid.”  The causes Grif and Oz to double over in laughter.  “Seriously, you guys are the hottest guys on the planet.  This is why I like dudes.”
 
“Amen, brother!” Grif adds.  Oz high fives me as he walks by.  “You’re gonna have fun on your man date later.”
 
An hour later the doorbell rings as I’m finishing up styling my hair.  I hear Grif shout out that he’ll get it.   From down the hall I hear him answer the door.
 
“Yes?  Can I help you?”  It sounds like Grif is using his extra deep voice.  
 
I barely hear Regis’ meek reply.  “Um… …uh…is Rory here?”  No doubt he’s intimidated by the looming muscle giant in front of him.  I need to get out there quickly so he doesn’t scare Regis away.
 
“Maybe, who wants to know, little man?”
 
I make my way out to the living area just in time, “Grif, stop scaring my date!  Come on in Regis, let me get my coat.”
 
I still never get tired of seeing Grif or Oz emphasize their size difference.  Regis is a little taller than me at 5’9, but I’ve got a bit more muscle mass on him.  He’s probably under 150 lbs, so I’m a little heavier and being shorter I’ve definitely got him on strength and size.
 
Still though, Grif just dwarfs Regis. Not only in height but sheer thickness.  As Regis steps inside Grif stands there with him and turns.  With the two facing each other I’m shocked by how from their side profiles, Regis is less than half of Grif’s thickness.  Grif’s pecs push out so far forward, then his arms are just massively wide, and his thick shoulders and back muscles bulge out backwards…he makes Regis look like a toothpick.
 
“So you are the guy taking our Rory on a date tonight, hmm?  And just WHAT are your intentions?”
 
I roll my eyes as I slip on my coat, “Knock it off, Grif!  Sorry Regis, Grif is messing with you.”
 
Suddenly Oz stomps up the stairs.  He spots my date, and like Grif steps over to him, sandwiching Regis between the two towering bodybuilders.
 
Regis looks back and forth nervously.  “So you guys are…uh…Rory’s roommates?  Shit, he told you guys were big but not…THIS big.”
 
Like Grif, Oz puts on an intimidated face and voice.  “This of us like Rory’s dads.  Hi two PROTECTIVE dads.  You see these muscles of mine?”  Oz bounces his pecs in Regis’ face.  “They come in VERY handy when someone messes with our buddy.”
 
I see Regis gulp and I laugh out loud, “OK seriously guys!  You’re laying it on a little thick, aren’t ya?  Sorry, Regis.  The big oaf who greeted you at the door is Grif and this big lug in Oz.  They are big but they are softies.  The are all bark and no bite.
 
Regis looks up to Grif’s face who bares his teeth and bites them down, “But these massive muscles of mine are anything but soft, see?”  Grif then flexes his right arm causing Regis to gasp.  A biceps that is easily bigger than Regis’ head.
 
“Knock it off, Grif!  Ok Regis, let’s get out of here.”  I look up and punch both Oz and Grif on their bulging chests.  “Stop scaring my date!”  They both smirk down at me.
 
As we step down my stoop, Oz pokes his head out as well, “Make sure you have him back by midnight, Regis.  We’ll be watching for him.”
 
Oh my god, I shake my head in embarrassment.
 
My date with Regis goes very well.  He has tons of questions about Grif and Oz, understandably.  He’s in awe when I tell them about their growth spurt over the last half a year.  I can tell he’s still a bit nervous about them though I try to assure him they were messing with him.  Though I do know they would be very protective of me and that though warms my heart.  Once we get past the issues of my roommates we are able to focus on each other and cliched as it sounds, sparks fly.  I definitely feel a connection with this cute man.   
 
The date goes so well that I ask Regis to come back to my house with me and he agrees.  
 
He looks at his phone and then back at me with concern, “But…it’s after midnight.”
 
I throw my head back and laugh, “I told you, my roommates were messing with you!  Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from those big scary monsters.”
 
When we get back to my place, they boys, if they are even home, stay in the basement and leave us to be.  I can instantly see relief in Regis’ face when we walk in the giants aren’t there.  
 
Back in my bedroom we repeat the antics of our New Year’s night together…and much more.  Regis is slim but very sexy and he can’t get over my own improved, tight body.  I also discover that my improved condition offers other benefits such as more stamina.  At one point when I’m topping I allow myself to get a little aggressive, using my new strength on Regis, which he seems to enjoy as well.

While I'm being the aggressor, I imagine myself as big as Oz and Grif.  I'm already stronger than Regis, what would be like to truly be able to toss Regis around.  To pick him up by his waist and carry him around with no effort.  The small strength advantage I have or Regis is but a fraction of the muscular power that Oz or Grif have.  My cock is rock hard as I imagine his and I pound harder than I ever have.  I feel  my own power over Regis and can barely fathom that power being multiplied by two, three, maybe ten times to match the power of my giant roommates.  It's not long after thinking this that I empty my balls. 
 
It’s a fantastic night, one I’ve desperately needed after having constant blue balls being around Oz and Grif.
 
The next morning I show Regis out, knowing the titans are already up, having heard them tromping around.  Men that big have a hard time walking silently.  As we pass the kitchen, Oz and Grif look up from their heaping bowls of oatmeal.  They are shirtless and look absolutely monstrous.  Rory gasps as I realize this is the first time he’s seen so much muscle on a man before.  Even I’m a bit surprised at just how huge they look.  Both Oz and Grif squint their eyes and glare at Regis, who quickly looks away.  I scowl and wag my finger at them and they smile back.
 
On my stoop and out of sight from the guys, we say our goodbyes.  Regis is still stunned  “Oh my god. You’re roommates…their HUGE.  Those muscles.  Yuck, that is way too big for me.”  I chuckle, but I don’t mention that I disagree with his assessment of their size.  “I don’t know if I could live with two big meatheads like them.”
 
“Don’t worry about them, now give me a kiss before you leave, handsome.”  We share a kiss and Regis departs.
 
I step back inside, close the door, turn around and am greeted by four pillow sized pecs at my eye level.
 
“RORY GOT SOME BOOTY!  RORRY GOT SOME BOOTY!”  
 
My face reddens as the my two giant…GOOFY pals raise their hands up and down, dancing and chanting.
 
“STOP IT!  YOU’RE EMBARRASING ME,” though I can’t help but laugh.
 
Oz smiles down at me, “And from as long as you guys were up, you must’ve had A LOT of fun!”
 
“I knew you were a little stud, you little stud,” Grif adds.  “He’s a cutie.  A little SMALL though.”  
 
“Everyone is small compared to you guys.”
 
“DAMN RIGHT” Grif says with a biceps flex.  
 
“Thanks for scaring him, by the way.”
 
The boys do a full body laugh, their exposed muscles tightening and flexing hypnotically in front of me.
 
“We’re just looking out for you,” Oz says.  “We were laying it on but…we WILL protect you.”
 
Grif interjects, “Absolutely.  You’ve motivated us to grow, so this SIZE is for you too, little buddy.”
 
My heart warms again at my two big lugs.  And damn are they sure are… fucking BIG.  “Speaking of…you both look…huge.  I mean you always do, but damn, are you guys bigger again?”
 
Grif smiles brightly and crunches into a most muscular.  “Always growing, boss!  I have to grow.  I NEED to grow.  And you’re right, weighed in at 360 lbs yesterday!  That’s another 18 lbs since Christmas four weeks ago.  I’m loving this bulk I’m doing.  Bigger and stronger than ever.  Haha I’m gonna leave you in the dust, Oz!”  
Oz scoffs and flexes his own double biceps.  Fuck…Oz really doesn’t flex very often, not nearly as much as Grif, but he really SHOULD.  With his own huge muscles on a tighter build, compared to Oz, his lats FLARE out under his arms, giving him an insane V-taper down to his rippling abs.  His shoulders look to be nearly 3 times as wide as his waist!  His biceps leap upwards into solid, defined peaks that are streaked with veins.
 
“Ever since switching to Grif’s gym with the bigger weights, I’ve been adding muscle like crazy!  I’m 355 lbs now, just barely under you, Grif!  And check these now 24 inch biceps!  Fuck yeah, look at these bazookas!”
 
“Damn, Oz!”  Grif reaches over and feels Oz’s flexed arms.  “Not too shabby, I am going to have to up my game, you’ve almost caught me in weight.  Though you’re still a little taller so I’m still bigger.”  Grif flexes one arm in front of Oz’s, “See Rory, mine gun’s still bigger.  Twenty FIVE inches of biceps right there!”  Holy shit, 25 inches???
 
“Well yeah, but you don’t have this taper, Grif,” Oz protests and flexes a lat spread at me.  “My shoulders width is insane!”  
 
“But check out this chest.”  Grif turns and hits a side chest pose.  He’s so tall that I can’t see the top of his chest shelf when it bulges up!  “Sixty-seven inches of big fucking pec meat on me!  BOOM!”
 
Oz reaches both hands behind his head, again flaring his lats and opening his muscle deep pits.  He crunches his torso down.  “But you don’t have abs like THESE!  Look at that deep cut eight pack!”
 
My mouth is watering at the posedown that is happening right in front of me.  Like just two feet away.  I could easily reach forward and feel those glories bodies.   So much flexing muscle surrounds me I’m surprised I haven’t blown a load in my shorts.  My dick is half chubbed and is a little aggravated from the arousal due to the heavy (for me) fucking I did last night.
 
“GUYS GUSY!” I shout, breaking them out of their flexing show.  “Geezus, guys.  You two looking fucking enormous!  No wonder Regis was nervous.  You both have put on like 20 lbs this January?  Fuck…”  My eyes scan their heaving torsos.  They are both wearing shorts but even then their enormous legs are evident.  They both look at me proud as ever.  Obviously they love hearing about their size as much as I love seeing it.
 
I look way up to their handsome-as-hell faces.  Faces that have only seem to have become enhanced with more masculinity as they have grown.  Perfect symmetry, square jaws, manly dimples.  And those faces so HIGH above mine.  I’m not sure if they are still growing taller and I don’t ask, I’m not sure my spent cock could handle the truth.  But they are reaching a point where they are so tall that an inch or two of growth is barely noticeable.  I can’t see the top of their heads, so it’s hard for me to visually compare the tops of their heads to things.  They both duck through doors now, but I knew last time they checked they were 6’8 and 6’10.
 
Regardless, they were growing.  Even if it was just muscle mass, but I doubt it.  Everything about them continued to expand.  Height.  Muscle.  Cock.  Sex Appeal.
 
“Wow.”  I just continue to stare at their muscled chests.  “You guys are seriously amazing.”
 
Suddenly I’m lifting in the air by the two hulking arms of Grif.  “Awww Rory, you say the nicest things. You make me feel so good about myself.”  He picks me up and hugs me into his titanic beefy chest.  
 
I whimper as I feel two more anaconda-thick arms surround me and feel two more massive pecs press against my back.  Oz is hugging me too from behind, reaching around me and grabbing onto Grif’s shoulders.  “You are the best, Rory!  We love you, bro!”
 
It’s a group hug creating a muscular cocoon for me.  And it feels so amazing.  Bulging muscles press into my small body for all around.  They both smell so masculine and sexy.  My feet dangle well above the ground.  I can feel both men’s enormous soft bulges pressing into my legs and ass.  
 
I’m in tall muscle man heaven.

 

[Rodswin]

Late Xmas Gift, thanks @dredlifter!

[OldFashioned]

You never disappoint!

[londonboy]

13 minutes ago, OldFashioned said:

You never disappoint!

So true. 

[ploder4]

They're getting too big for sex now huh?

I wonder of Oz and Grif will experiment with each other sexually?  Nothing might come from it but mutual satisfaction from blue balls.  I'd like to see the two hulks destroy a room as they unleash their pent up sexual energy on each other since they're now being denied.  They're too big for everyone they meet now.