New Story!!

Hey all, trying something new. I’ve been writing my own gaining stories ever since I was first introduced to them. I decided I wanna post some of them on here.

Here’s the first chapter of one of them. Let me know your thoughts and if you want me to keep posting new chapters on here.

Thanks!

Chapter 1:

Connor and Oliver sat on their beds in their dorm, a mix of excitement and nervousness hanging in the air. Both were freshmen, far from home, and anxious for the changes that college would bring.

Connor was a big fish in a small pond back home. With his lean, athletic frame—standing at 5'10" and weighing 165 pounds—he was a natural on any field or court. His short brown hair and green eyes drew just as much attention as his body, but it was his confidence that really drew attention. He had been recruited to play for the school’s football team and had high hopes of making an impact. It was just a small D3 school, but honestly, he hoped that would mean he’d have a better chance at achieving big man on campus status. The only problem? His coach wanted him to bulk up. Fast.

Connor’s lean build, the one that had served him well in high school, wasn’t cutting it, even in D3. He was quick, but was consistently being outmuscled. His coach had already told him that he needed to gain weight to win the starting spot at his position, but athleticism had always come so naturally to him. Now, Connor found himself navigating his first weeks at college with a new challenge—working out more intensely, eating more, and trying to gain weight without sacrificing his agility. But between practices, classes, and the pressure to perform, he felt a little lost.

Oliver, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. At 5'9" and only 140 pounds, Oliver was slender, more accustomed to books than weights. His black hair was shaggy, almost long enough to reach his eyes. He had come to college with a focus on his academics—chemistry, to be specific. He wasn’t shy about his passion for learning and had already immersed himself in textbooks and study groups. His world revolved around grades, deadlines, and academic pressure, a world that felt much safer and more predictable than the intensity of college athletics.

Both guys were so immersed in their own lives after moving in that they didn’t actually speak beyond basic introductions until their third night rooming together.

Connor tossed his duffel bag on his bed, sighing. "Man, I’m starving," he muttered, glancing around the room. He spotted Oliver sitting at his desk, already bent over a chemistry textbook.

Oliver barely looked up. “That’s great. I’m sure there’s a lot of food in the cafeteria.”

Connor chuckled, walking toward his closet. “Yeah, but I’m trying to get bigger, so I need more than cafeteria food. My coach is basically making me eat like a pig.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Connor paused, turning toward him with a grin. “He wants me to bulk up. I’m fine with the speed, but I’m gonna get run over if I don’t add some muscle. So yeah, I’m trying to eat like... five or six meals a day, hit the gym, all that.”

“Six meals?” Oliver said, looking up now, his eyes wide. “How are you not constantly sick?”

Connor shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “Yeah, it’s a lot. But it’s either that or I end up being a punching bag out there on the field. You know, being quick is great and all, but I need more muscle if I’m gonna keep up with those guys who are, like, 250 pounds.”

Oliver nodded, only about half interested in the conversation. “So, you’re trying to gain weight? I didn’t think athletes needed to eat that much unless they were... you know, in powerlifting or something.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing. It’s not just about lifting, it’s about putting on size while still being fast. ” Connor ran a hand through his hair, not so subtly flexing in an attempt to show off. “That’s why I’m trying to eat more, but I don’t want it to slow me down.”