Sam looked around at room around. Wow, he could swear everything looked a little different. Bigger?
He shook his head. Nah, he must just still be a little tired.
"Guys, I'm gonna watch some TV. After you clean up in here, why don't you join me?"
Sam left the table. That's funny. The cuffs to my sweat pants are dragging a little, he thought. And they're a little loose, too, in the waist.
Sam left the room, as his roommates began scrambling to do their after dinner chores.
Brian was first to finish, and he quickly went and joined Sam by the TV. Sam sat on the couch, flipping through the channels.
"Watcha watching, big guy?" Brian asked, sitting next to Sam.
"Uh, there's always such shit on!"
Brian looked over at the massive torso next to him, watching Sam breathe in and out, his chest swelling then releasing. Each time Sam raised his boulderous arm up to change the channel, Brian felt his cock stiffen.
Zeke soon joined them. Since Sam took up most of the couch, Brian had claimed the only available space there, so Zeke sat near them in an armchair.
Greg was soon behind.
"Hey slowpoke!" Sam bellowed. "What took you so long?"
"Sorry boss, it was my turn to clean dishes and …"
"Yeah, well, your my bitch tonight! Get started and go get me a beer!"
Greg left the room, and Sam continued to flip through the channels. He stopped on a channel showing a bodybuilding competition. "Ha ha, this oughta be fun!"
Sam watched as a lightweight bodybuilder was being interviewed. On the screen, the bodybuilder's height flashed: 5'5". "Look at that Zekey! That shrimpboat's bigger than you!"
Zeke huffed a bit in his chair. "Yeah, well I got more muscle on me than he'll probably ever have!"
"You got that straight! Thanks of course to my teaching ya how to lift!"
Zeke smiled, hearing at least some validation coming from his roommate god.
Greg returned with Sam's beer, as well as couple others for the guys. Sam guzzled his beer, and handed the bottle to Brian. "Bri, you hold this for me in between swigs. Got it?"
After a commercial break, it was time for the superheavies to take the stage. First up was one guy who stood at 5'10", and weighed in at 240 pounds.
"Look at the puny man!" Sam cracked at the TV. "I swear, I got more than 100 pounds on him, and half a foot, too!"
Brian shifted awkwardly on the couch. It had been awhile since he had last heard about Sam's stats. Well over 300 pounds! Fuck, was he huge!
Brian wasn't the only guy shifting on the couch. Sam was feeling a little queazy. He tried to dodge the odd feeling and instead concentrated on the TV. "Fuckin' shrimpboats! They don't know the meaning of the word HUGE! Superheavy, my ass!"
Zeke perked up, and asked his buddy, "Hey boss, just how much you weighing anyway these days!"
Sam laughed, and smiled, raising his titanic arm up and flexing. "345 pounds, dude! These fuckin' superheavy weights have no idea …"
Suddenly a wave of dizziness hit him. He felt like he was nearing to black out, when Greg re-entered the room.
"I heard someone getting awfully feisty in here," Greg winked to Sam. "What's going on?"
"Oh, Sammy here was just telling us how much he's been weighing in lately."
"Oh, really," Greg smiled. "So, how just how big are you these days!"
Looking up from the couch, Sam grinned and responded:
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