Mr. University, Part 3 (Conclusion)

After his muscle growth dream, and his boyfriend’s successful plan to rejuvenate his confidence, Garth rededicated himself to the gym. He became consumed with a desire to be the biggest and strongest man in the world, and he was convinced that he was going to achieve that goal.

Bryan was very excited about Garth’s newfound desire to grow, so he offered to coordinate Garth’s meal prep and supplement program. Bryan would spend hours in the kitchen cooking and storing pound after pound of chicken breast so that Garth would never have to worry about going hungry and would always have plenty of protein, and he made sure that Garth took every one of his vitamins each day.

This assistance allowed Garth to have more time to pump up his muscles in the weight room, sometimes spending up to 6 hours a day lifting the heaviest barbells and dumbbells he could handle.

Did it work? Most definitely.

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About one year later, Dirk Jacobson heard his doorbell rang. He lumbered through the foyer and opened the front door. He wasn’t sure who to expect, but he certainly wasn’t expecting what he saw.

Dirk had been involved in the fitness industry for over 10 years at this point, and thought he knew all the big players from attending various bodybuilding and powerlifting shows. But the man standing on his doorstep this morning was bigger and more muscular than anyone Dirk has ever met – he had to be at least 7 feet tall and weight around 500 pounds. He had short blond hair, a big smile, and he was completely naked.

“Remember me?” asked the colossus in a deep baritone voice.

Dirk shook his head as he drank in the sight of the man standing in front of him. It was hard to see everything because there was just so much muscle flesh to behold. The man took up four or five times the space of a normal human, and every inch of him radiated strength and power. He had massively rounded pecs that heavily overlapped his ribs and unbelievably thick sculpted arms that looked like they could pull a full-grown oak tree out of the ground. His mountainous shoulders were broader than most adults were tall, and two pillar-sized legs supported him as they bulged with rippling muscle. And somehow, this god somehow managed to have all this bulk *and* still have a shredded midsection with a vascular 8-pack set of abs, and right below the cobblestones was a gloriously long thick cock that Dirk ached to touch.

“No, I’m sure I would have remembered you,” said Dirk.

“I’m Garth Evans. I’m came by last year to raise money for a lift-a-thon.”

Dirk’s eyes widened. “But you were…I mean…how…”

“You wanted me to fail to set the lifting records for the college,” answered Garth. “You tricked me with that stupid diet and fake formula. And your plan worked…for a while. But fortunately I had someone who helped get me back on track.”

“Um, yeah. Looks like you got quite a bit b…b…bigger,” stammered Dirk.

“Fuck yeah, I did. I overcame the disappointment of your so-called ‘training’ and figured out on my own how to become an absolute monster. Look at me. Look at all the muscle I got now. My chest is 100 inches of pure power and helps me to bench over 1,200 pounds. What can you do…like 500 something? That’s too low to even be a fuckin’ warm up weight for me.”

“1,200?” asked Dirk.

“Damn right, little man. Now I’ve got a chest that makes yours look ridiculously weak. And check out these arms,” said Garth as he hit a double bicep pose. “30 inches around at their peaks. They can curl 600 pounds for reps. How much can you do?”

“Um, about 250,” replied Dirk. His cock was getting hard at the display of erotic manliness in front of him.

“Is that all, wimp? Hard to believe it was you who set all the lifting records at Blake University. Yeah, I know now that’s why you didn’t want me to do well last year. Fuckin’ asshole jealous of some kid and trying to preserve a tiny shred of your glory from 10 years earlier. Well, thanks to the fact that I still had one more year there, I was able to break each and every one of your records. By a fuckin’ lot.”

Dirk was both turned on and frightened, so he kept his mouth shut.

“Plus I’ve been training my friends to get big, too. At least 10 of them have also passed up your records, so I don’t think you’re gonna see your name on any of those plaques when you visit the campus and want to show off to your next potential conquest.”

“But how? How did you do it?”

Garth licked his lips. “I fuckin’ gained the confidence to grow this big. I wanted the be a muscle god so badly I made all my wet dreams come true. I grew bigger and stronger and taller. Fuck, even my cock blew up to insane proportions! Look at this monster!”

Dirk was already looking at the mighty unit hanging from Garth’s waist as it sprouted from a path of thick blond pubic hair. Garth took two fingers on his left hand and began stroking it, using his own pre-cum as lube, and with each stroke the cock appeared to get longer. Soon he had to wrap his entire hand around the python as it expanded, and within a minute it was fully erect at 18 inches long and 12 inches around…bigger and thicker than many men’s lower arms.

“That’s not possible!” exclaimed Dirk.

“Ha!” replied Garth as he continued stroking. “God’s can make anything possible. Especially when it’s something that will set them apart from mere mortals.”

“Please. Please can I touch it?” asked Dirk. He took a step forward and his front door closed behind him.

“It’s a whopper, ain’t it, Dirk? But I’m sure it’s probably too heavy for your little muscles. But don’t worry…you’ll get to see it a lot. I bought the house next door. Actually, I bought all four houses around the end of the block. I’m going to tear them down and replace them with one huge mansion for me and Bryan. Something big enough for a man like me.”

“I thought you were a college student? How can you afford to do that?”

“Oh, you don’t know yet,” said Garth, still stroking his monster cock. “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Dirk, but you know how you were the leading contender for that new fitness and lifestyle brand being launched by Amazon? Well, I met with the VP overseeing the launch last week, and he signed me to the deal. I’m gonna be the face and body on all their products, and they’re paying me a shitload. Way more money than they were going to offer you.”

“WHAT?” screamed Dirk. “But everything was all set. I was just waiting for them to send the agreement.”

Garth shook his head. “Not anymore. The guy in charge over there is a true size queen, and he took one look at me and decided you were the past and I’m the future. Well, that, and I let him give me a couple blow jobs. And let him watch me and Bryan have sex. And then the gig was mine.”

“No, I was counting on that money. I need it to pay off my debts.”

“Well, it ain’t coming, Dirk. They’re going to make thew announcement next week after I win Mr. Universe.”

Dirk was confused. “You mean compete in Mr. Universe? There’s a chance you might not win.”

“Fuck, man. Look at me,” said Garth. “How can I lose? I’m fucking as big as the universe, and still at only 5% body fat. No man can measure up to me. I’m only 22, still in college, and am going to be the youngest Mr. Universe. I bet I even get called Mr. University.”

“But that’s my nickname,” Dirk whimpered.

“There’s nothing you have, wuss, that I cannot take away. Your lifting records, your nickname, your Amazon deal. Every boyfriend you bring over is going to take one look at me flexing inside my mansion and want to come over to me – you’ll be nothing but a disappointment. So get used to this new life, Dirk. A life of always feel like second-best…of always missing out on the brass ring…of never being truly fulfilled. This is what you get for trying to fuck with me. Oh, and one more thing…move out of the way.”

As he was told to do, Dirk took one step to the side. Garth had continued pumping his erect dick the whole time they were talking, and it was practically glowing red as it swelled, but now he began growling, “Come on, come on!”

Seconds later the growing turned into a roar, and the volcano between his legs erupted and a torrent of cum gushed out. The stream hit the front door and blasted apart the door handle, deadbolt, and lock, which caused the door to swing back open into the house.

Dirk almost fainted from the feat. He assumed that Garth was telling the truth about his power, but he had no idea his seed was capable of such force.

“I may come over and take more of your things, Dirk,” said Garth as he finished with his orgasm. “I’m low on protein powder, and I’ll probably take your lifting equipment since my new stuff hasn’t arrived yet. Don’t bother getting a new lock or my fists will do to your face what my cock did to your door.”

Garth turned to walk away, and Dirk stared at the man’s deliciously large and very firm ass. He was consumed with jealousy and desire, both of which he would be saddled with for a long, long time.