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

[Kymuscleboy]

That was a great beginning to the story! I like how the new roommates have a pretty serious rivalry yet seem good natured about it at the same time. It will be interesting to see what the catalyst is that gets any or all of them growing and how the rivalry works into that. Looking forward to the next part!

[1996bodybuilder]

Caint wait for more 

[dredlifter]

Next part will be up this weekend.  It's done, but I'm instituting a rule that I'm not going to post a chapter under the following chapter is also done.   So chapter 2 will be posted once the rough draft of chapter 3 is done, sometime this weekend. 

[studio77]

Brilliant thanks dredlifter. 
 

You are very talented. I am positive people Will be patient waiting for upcoming chapters. 
 

thanks for a new story

[dredlifter]

CHAPTER TWO:

In the upcoming weeks we settle into our routine as the summer progresses.  All three of us rarely both awake and in the house together, which was not a bad thing, except for most Sundays.  Sometimes Oz will change a shift that leaves him home on a weeknight, but not very often.   Even Grif and I don't see each other too often in the evenings.  Grif had found a gym and spends most his nights lifting.  And clearly he has been lifting big as I noted one Sunday morning.  It was around noon and the two frat guys were shirtless in the kitchen making food, much to my eyes' pleasure.  I couldn’t help but point out Grif’s physique. 

“Griffin, buddy I gotta say, you are looking pretty jacked this morning.”

“Thanks, bro!  I’ve been feeling it this summer.  All my lifts are up.  I’m up a full 10 lbs since I graduating.  Check this out!”  Grif turns to me, looks down and starts to bounce his well formed pecs.  They aren’t huge and the bounce isn’t dramatic, but it’s impressive and I my eyes go wide, causing Grif to laugh.  “HAHA!  Well if the gay guy likes it I must be doing something right.  Can you do that Oz?”

“Probably,” Oz retorts, annoyed.

“Well then, let’s see!”

“I’m making food, dude.  Fuck off.”  

Grif smugly grins, “C’mon dude.  Let's see!  Or is that you CAN’T?  Not enough muscle, probably.  It’s ok, one day you’ll grow into a man like me.  Weighed in at 197 today!  I’ve probably got like 20 lbs on you, Oz.  Man you better start hitting the weight room or you’ll look like a toothpick next to me!”  

Grif smiles and bounces his pecs right at Oz, who shoves him away with one arm.  “You need that muscle to make up for you ugly face, dude.  And to make up for being a shorty.”  Grif scrunches his face, clearly Oz has found a weakness.  He eggs his rival on.  “Just because you aren’t 6-foot doesn’t mean you have to compensate so much, little dude!”  

“Whatever, bro, you’re not 6-foot tall either, you liar.”

“Sure am!  Doctor measured me last month.  Grew an inch since last year.  Don’t be jealous.”

“You’re so full of shit, Oz.”

“I’ll prove it!  We’ll measure.”

“Fine!  You gotta tape measure, Rory?”

I’m not about to miss this, so I grab a tape from my junk drawer and hand it to Grif. 

“Ok, up against the wall, Oz.  I’ll measure.”

“Fuck that!” Oz protests.  “You’ll cheat me.  We need an impartial judge.  Rory, you do it.”

I laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but I don’t deny to myself that I’m loving this little competition, especially if it affords me the opportunity to stand next to these studs.  I roll my eyes, pretending not to care.  “You guys are goofy.  I don’t know why EITHER of you are complaining.  You both tower over me, I’m only 5’7.  But fine, I’ll measure.”

Oz stands barefoot against the wall as I extend the tape next to him.  Grif watches me close to ensure my partiality.  He mutters a soft “fuck” which Oz hears and beams with pride.  

“I take it that means I’ve proven it?” Oz asks. 

I confirm the result, “You’re just over six foot.  Six foot and quarter I’d say.”

“Hell yeah!  EASILY over 6 foot.  TOLD YOU, GRIF!  Now, let’s measure you!”

“Fuck off Oz, I get it, you’re a 6-footer.  I’ve still got TONS of muscle on you.”

“C’mon man, I measured, it’s only fair.  Don’t be a pussy.”

Grif knows he won’t be able to back down.  He stands along the wall, I measure and call out, “5 foot 10 on the dot.”

Oz busts out laughing.  “Oh shit, Grif.  I’ve got OVER two inches on you!  Haha!  But since I’m over 6-foot and you’re not that must feel like 6 inches to you!  Damn, Grif.  I’m sorry, that sucks being so short.”  But clearly Oz does not feel sorry. 

“Hey!” I throw up my hands in defense as well.

“No offense, boss.”  I protest but know that Oz’s taunting is directed at Grif.

Oz stands up to Grif and raises his hand over Grif’s head, continuing to mock him for being short.  Even though at 5’10, he’s really not.  I’d give anything to be 5’10, but it’s clear Oz’s needling is working.  

Grif then turns to Oz and with a smirk of his own, brings up his arms and flexes his biceps at Oz. 

“You may have 2 inches of height on me, but I got 2 inches of size on these arms compared to you.  And now with you being taller, you look like a TWIG!  How much do you weigh anyways?”

Now it’s Oz’s turn to scrunch his face.  He knows if he lies he’ll be challenged just as he did with Grif, so he admits his weight. 

“175 this morning.”

And now it’s Grif’s turn to bust out laughing.  “THAT’S IT!?!  Dude you are a BEANPOLE!  I’ve got 21 lbs on you and it’s clearly all MUSCLE!  No wonder you have abs, dude.  It’s because you’re skinny.  I mean, your abs are cut, but you know what they say:  Abs on a skinny guy are like big tits on a fat girl.”

“Fuck off, Grif!”  Oz retorts.  “The ladies love these super cut abs.”

“It’s only too bad they can’t love also love a big powerful chest, like I got.  Haha you can’t even bounce your little pecs!  Lemme see the tape measure, Rory.”  Grif flexes his arms and wraps the tape around them.  “Check it, bro!  17” guns!  And check out that peak!  C’mon Oz, let’s see your pythons.”  Oz reluctantly flexes.  I’m impressed, his arms are actually pretty good and there is a good lump there that bunches up, but next to Grif’s arms they can’t compare.  Oz laughs again, “OH…I don’t think those pipe-cleaners can count as pythons.”  Grif wraps the tape around Oz’s arm.  “15” inches.  I mean, that’s not TERRIBLE, but on a guy who’s SIX FOOT TALL that’s kinda pathetic."

Oz grunts and shoves Grif away.  I speak up.  “Ok guys, you are both studly in your own way, ok?  Take it from me, you’re both hot.”

Grif smiles and playfully punches Oz’s shoulder, “Sorry, skinny.”

Oz replies, “I’m sorry too, runt.”  

- 

A few days later I come home to see two large cardboard boxes on my front porch, addressed to Griffin.  Griffin arrives home just after me.

“Sweet, my stuff came!”  I hold open the door as he carries in the packages and sets them on the kitchen table.  

“What do you got there, man?”  I ask. 

“Supplements!”  Grif starts to unpack his goodies.  “Got two big jugs of protein powder.  Four containers of preworkout.  Multivatimin powder.  Creatine…”

“Geez man you are really taking this muscle building thing seriously, huh?”

“Yeah man!  I’ve always liked lifting.  Now that I have a job I can afford this stuff so I figured I might as well go all the way.  Plus the chicks like it!”

“You sure you aren’t going overboard?”  I am concerned but at the same time I fully want Grif to push himself to the limit.  He’s already got a hot jock body.  I can’t deny I’d love to see him get even more muscular.  “This stuff isn’t unsafe, right?”

Grif shoots me an annoyed look, like I'm stupid.  “Bro, it’s fine.  This is all typical stuff.  Either way it’s MY decision,” he states forcefully. 

“Woah, hey man, no judging!” I say with my hands up.  

“Well, it sounded like judging.  Just because I want to put on more muscle…”

“I mean you’re already pretty big, Grif, I just-”

“NOT BIG ENOUGH!”  I can tell that Grif has become annoyed with me.  The last thing I want it to create roommate drama, especially with a guy who has nearly 50 lbs on me.  I can’t help but feel there is an underlying obsession to his quest for growth.  

“Sorry, Grif.  I didn’t mean anything by it.  I’m genuinely curious about all this.  And hey man, take it from the gay guy, muscles are hot!”  Grif’s face eases back into his goofy jock-boy grin.  “This just seems like a sudden big step, that’s all.  Nothing brought this on?”  I begin to wonder if Oz’s comments perhaps had hit Grif harder than I expected.  Was he indeed “compensating” for being shorter?  

“Rory, like I said.  I’ve always wanted to be bigger.  What guy wouldn’t?  And now I can afford to take the next step.  And hey, just think, bro.  You’ll get to watch this jacked bod grow!”  Grif squares his shoulders in his work polo and his arms tighten.  I enjoy watching his stocky body tense and he knows. 

“Well hell yeah, Grif, go get HUGE!” I joke and Grif and I share a laugh and fist bump

-

Later that evening Grif has headed off to the gym to put his new supplements to work.  Oz has worked the day shift and arrives home while Grif is at the gym. 

He comes into the kitchen and sees the supplements piled on the counter.  “What the hell are all these tubs?”

“Grif got those.  He bought a bunch of supplements.  He’s trying to bulk up.”

“Is he now?”  Oz asks curiously.  

“Yeah man.  He says he wants to take his lifting to the next level.  Put on some real mass.  Says he wants to look like a fitness model or something.”

I see Oz scratching his chin as he looks over the supplements.  “That guy is crazy.”  

He scoffs and goes about making his dinner.  He comes into the living room and chows down as I enjoy a Netflix documentary.  As Grif finishes his bowl of food a bodybuilder-type man briefly appears on the tv.  “Hey Rory, do you think Grif will get as big as that guy?”

I chuckle, “Who knows, man.  So many guys start out thinking they’re gonna get huge but then quit.”

Oz nods his head, “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Although, Grif is already a buff dude.  He’s already a gymrat, so he has the dedication.  Now that he has some more supplemental help he’ll probably put on some more size for sure.”  I look over to Oz who looks at me with a blank face.  “He may not get as massive as that guy, but I’m sure he’ll get bigger.”

I see Oz fidgeting.  “Damn, he could get pretty jacked, you’re right, boss.”  The usually unflappable Oz is definitely concerned over this news, which I can't deny amuses me.  He is usually so self assured and confident.  His next question surprises me.  “Do you think I’d look good with more muscle?  I know I’m really lean, I’ve mostly just been doing calisthenics and bike rides.”

My eyebrows raise up and after a brief pause I chuckle.  “Well what you are doing is working, Oz.  But if you’re asking the gay guy if he thinks muscles are hot?  Um…YES!”  

Oz grins and throws a couch pillow at me.  “Well I was thinking I would like to put on some more size too, but I don’t want to get too big, ya know?  Some girls don’t like huge muscles.”

“And that’s why I stay away from girls.  But seriously, no offense, it would probably be pretty tough for you to get to what you think would be ‘huge’ status.  You are seriously ripped, but looking at you I would guess you are more of an ectomorph.  You’ll be ripped but have a harder time putting on a ton of size, at least the type of size that most girls wouldn’t like.  So if you want to work out I’d say go for it and get a little bigger.  It would probably help you at the bar too, bring in some more tips.”

Oz gives me that devilishly handsome smirk.  “I never thought of that.  But yeah several of my guy bartender friends are pretty buff.  They like to wear shirts that are tight.  So, what about you, Rory?  Do you like big muscles or HUGE muscles?”  

My mind races at what I should say.  He knows I like a muscular body but he doesn’t know how far my fetish really goes.  Just how HUGE the men in my fantasies are.  

“Definitely bigger than what most girls like, but I try not to be too picky.”  

In my head I’m picturing what Oz would look like with huge muscles.  Massive ones.  And also Grif.  And fuck, it sounds like Grif might be into building the type of body I really go crazy for.  If Oz were to do to the same thing I would be in roommate heaven.  Suddenly it dawns on me.  Grif’s sudden purchase of a ton of supplements.  Oz asking about Grif’s gym plan.  Might they both be trying to outdo each other since their dick-measuring contest the other day?  The possibilities run through my head and I begin to think about how I can benefit from this.  

I formulate a plan.  A simple plan of inception.  

I smile to Oz, “But no worries if you don’t ever get huge, man.  Grif’s build is more suited for size anyways.  He can be the big, thick, strong muscular guy and you can be the taller, skinnier, ripped one!”

Oz is clearly surprised by my response, he begins to speak but stops himself and sits back in his chair.  I can almost see the gears of contemplation turning in his head.  I'm hoping that by throwing "skinnier" into my phrasing that it will take hold.  I can see it. My simple suggestion is worming itself into his brain.  Like Grif, the hyper-competitive Oz doesn’t just want to be better than his rival at one thing…he wants to dominate him in all ways. 

Oz finally speaks up, “Cool Rory, thanks.  I was going to join a gym earlier this summer anyways but I forgot about it.  I think I will tomorrow.”

Oz gets up and walks to his room.  I smile to myself. 

-

The next few weeks go on normally.  We still don't intermingle too often for being roommates.  It was one rare weekend that Grif was away that I notice some changes in Oz.  

“Woah, Ozzy.  Where did those delts come from?  Or those triceps?” 

“Haha thanks man!  Check em'!"  Oz straighten his arms, making his developming triceps flex into a small but defined horseshoe.  "The bouncer at the bar calls them my newbie gains.  Says the guys who just get into lifting tend to the grow the fastest.  I’m loving it!”

“Geez man, I can tell.  You’re looking way thicker than I remember.  In good way though, not fat.  You’re looking jacked.  Like Grif.”

Oz scrunches his face quickly but then relaxes back into a smile.  “Yeah man, and hopefully soon, BIGGER than Grif!”  

I chuckle again at their competitive spirit.  “We’ll see.  Grif is still lifting hard too.”

Oz smirks and steps right up to me, squaring his shoulders.  He towers over me, and with his new mass it makes him look even taller.  “We’ll see, Boss.  I bet Grif hasn’t put on 15 lbs in three weeks!”

I gasp, “Holy shit!  That’s five pounds a week!”

“Oh yeah, I’m loving these newbie gains.  I’m gonna milk this early growth as much as I can.  Check out my guns, Rory.”

Grif flexes his arms and I again am against.  Where before he had toned and defined arms, now his are starting to look much bulgier.  Due to his low bodyfat, a lemon-sized lump of muscle bulges in sharp relief as he flexes.

“Geez Oz! Look at that peak. When did that happen.”

“Right!  I don’t know, I hadn’t even noticed.   One of the waitresses told me I was getting big arms the other and made me flex for her.  Even I was stunned!”  Oz drops his arms and gives me a wicked grin.  “We went back to her place after work that night.  Let just say she likes my new muscles just as much as I do.”  With that Oz winks and helps himself to some more chicken and rice.  

-  

A couple of nights later Grif and I are chilling on my couch watching TV.  Grif is skipping the gym tonight, ti's a rest day as he tells me.  As we watch I can tell he’s not his usual bouncy self.  

“What’s wrong man?  Work sucking?”

“Ugh.  Yeah, we’re swamped right now.  Tons of meetings.  I hate meetings.”

“Everyone hates meetings.  You’re not alone there.”

“I know, bro, I know.  Lately they’ve been eating into my snack time.  I haven’t been able to get all my meals in.  And because of that I feel like I’ve plateaued at the gym.  Things were rocking but now I’m stuck in a rut.”

“That sucks, Grif.  Stay positive though, I’m sure you’ll starting gaining again soon.  And take it from me, office works ebbs and flows.  It will suck one week and the next will be super relaxed.”

“I fucking hope so man.”  Grif then hems a haws before he speaks again, clearly nervous.  “Have you seen Oz lately?”

I smile inwardly to myself.  “Yeah a bit.  Why?”

“When I was getting ready for work a couple of days ago, he came out of his room to take a piss.  He was in his boxers.  He was looking… …bigger.”

“Oh?  What do you mean?” I ask, playing coy. 

“Like...he was buff, bro!  I couldn’t believe how jacked his back was looking.”

“Oh.  Yeah he told me he’s put on 15 lbs since he moved in-”

“FIFTEEN POUNDS!”  Grif shouts.  “That’s nuts.  He’s gotta be on something.  That jackass.”

I can’t help but laugh.  “I don’t think he is.  He said those are his newbie gains.  I’m sure you had that when you started lifting.”

“Well…maybe.  I don’t know, I started lifting in high school.”

“Oh…well, I’m sure they’ll slow down.”  I sip my soda before adding, deviously, “or maybe he’ll keep growing like that for awhile.”  I can see an almost panicked look on Grif.  I ‘try’ to reassure him, “Don’t worry man, I’m sure you’ll still be the “buff” roommate.  Don’t think I don’t notice your pecs in those polo shirts!”

Grif smiles and puffs his chest out.  “Oh yeah, Rory.  I can bench 275 with these things, I bet Oz is nowhere near that!”

I grin and respond, “Probably not.”

 

 

 

[chris9b]

That’s fucking hot! I love how Rory‘s losing his innocence and exploits his situation by egging them on. Soon they‘ll be pushing into bodybuilder territory!

[marius777]

I love the direction this story is going in and can't wait to see how the rivalry between Grif and Oz develops! And just for the record, I'll personally be rooting for Oz 

[DennisFLL]

Love muscle size difference stories:  Oz getting super jacked and ripped causing Grif frustration and Rory to salivate!

[MochiNii]

JAJAJAJAJA me encanta la mente malvada de rory, debería planear en grande para la próxima

[OldFashioned]

hell yeah so excited