Sam heaved his hulking 6'6" (or at least what he thought is was 6'6") frame off his bed. He smirked slightly when he heard the bed-springs groan with relief from his titanic weight. Standing up straight he stretched his aching back muscles. The beds in the frat house weren't exactly what you would call comfortable. Sam scratched his rippling abs contentedly; that was a nice nap he'd had, but damn was he hungry. Sam went over to his closet. Inside were various muscle shirts and general workout attire, all were neatly folded and piled. It was great having servants; Sam thought, scratching his washboard abs again, smiling as he started to caress them gently. Feeling each and every rise and fall of their magnificently sculpted perfection. With a small amount of regret he stopped, and quickly wrenched a pair of boxers and sweat pants out of the closet. Sam liked to sleep naked; a habit that greatly excited all three of his housemates.
As he pulled on the sweat pants he noticed that the felt a little off, but he dismissed the thought, and thundered down the stairs to the frat kitchen. His house mates were waiting for him, food still sitting on their plates. Likely out of respect, or outright worship. Sam walked and took his seat at the head of the table, he took his time, forcing his housemates to notice that he didn't have a shirt on. Not that it would make much of a difference, his shirts were already skin tight.
"You guys should have woke me up earlier." He said, the depth and volume of his voice produced quite an echo. Greg turned his head away, his face noticeably redder than usual. Brian covered his eyes in a vain attempt to keep Sam from seeing his lustful gaze, following the ripples of Sam's titanic muscles longingly. Zeke just looked down, as if he was locked in a life or death staring contest with his food. Sam started pounding down his food. Sam noticed again that something looked a little off...Greg looked bigger. In fact everything looked slightly bigger. Sam just shoved the thought aside, as he did most other problems.
"Hey Zeke!" Sam hollered, despite the fact that Zeke was only a few feet away. Sam smirked at how Zeke flinched at the sound of Sam shouting his name.
"Yeah." Zeke replied quietly.
"What was that!? I can't hear you from all the way down there." Sam said, raising his voice as if Zeke was at the bottom of a cliff. He liked making other people feel tiny, and Zeke who only came up to Sam's bulging pecs was the easiest target.
"What do you want Sam!?" Zeke replied, raising his voice slightly so the behemoth sitting across from him wouldn't become angered.
"Did you get the supplements?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Good." Sam said, leaning back in his chair, which creaked as his weight shifted on it. "You know, it'd be good if you started taking them too, shrimp. Maybe then I might not step on you by accident as much. " Sam continued as he cleared his plate. He tossed the empty plate in the direction of Brian.
"You want seconds big guy?" Brian said, but Sam just waved his servant of with a muscular arm.
Zeke shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"They help, I just take them now 'cause I wanna get even bigger!" Sam flexed to accentuate his point. Greg exhaled audibly as he watched Sam's powerful bicep bulge outward. Zeke just gulped.
Then an odd feeling came over Sam, he felt a little dizzy, he steadied himself using his chair.
"Are you, uh, feeling okay Sam?" Greg asked. Sam's head quickly cleared. Okay, something was up, now everything looked bigger.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." Sam said, he was starting to feel a little uneasy.
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