Mr. University, Part 2

Garth was having difficulty keeping his big hands off of his crotch while at home. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder even though he wasn’t having any sexual thoughts, but he very much wanted to reach down and begin jacking off.

“But I can’t,” he said to himself over and over. “I gotta stay strong.”

His mantra was interrupted by the doorbell ringing, and Garth was thankful for the distraction. Unfortunately, it turned out to be an even bigger problem.

Garth opened his front door to see that it was his boyfriend, Bryan. Bryan was also a college student, but he majored in science at a university out-of-state, so the two only got to see each other on long weekends and vacations. “Surprise, Garth! I got home early!”

The big man was very surprised, since Bryan wasn’t supposed to be back in town for another 3 days. Garth looked down at his boyfriend – he was only 5’6” and 140 pounds, but he had a tight muscular body that he liked to show off expensive clothes. Bryan had a very cute face, big hazel eyes, and a head full of black hair to go along with his hot bod – he was definitely not your typical science nerd. The two had been dating since high school, band both found the other to be completely irresistible.

"How is my big beast of a man?" cooed Bryan as he ran forward and gave Garth a big hug. He was too horned up to notice that Garth looked slightly smaller and weaker than when they had last been together.

"Hey Bry,” responded Garth as he returned the hug. “Now may not be the best time for a visit, uh, since I need to prepare for the big lifting event tomorrow."

Bryan, however, wasn’t really listening. It’d been over a month since they had had sex, and Bryan desperately wanted to feel the weight of his massive lover on top of him. “Listen, Garth, the reason I’m back early is because I’m leaving early tomorrow for a temporary internship at a lab in Boston. It’s a great opportunity that came up last-minute, so I’m not going to see you again until almost August. If we don’t get it on tonight, it’s going to be a while. And I can see by the tent in your sweatpants that you agree this is a good idea!”

The smaller man reached inside his boyfriend’s pants and grabbed Garth surging cock. Garth tried to resist, but he wanted to fuck just as badly, so he scooped up Bryan and carried him to the bedroom. The two started with some deep kissing but quickly undressed and fell onto the bed. Garth inserted his thick fingers into Bryan’s ass for a little foreplay, and then applied some lube to his member. “You ready, stud?” he asked.

“Very ready, Garth! Please fuck me!”

Garth did as he was asked, and over the next few hours, both men had orgasm after orgasm. Garth forgot everything that he had gone through to prepare for the lift-a-thon and only focused on pleasuring Bryan.

But the next morning, after Bryan had left and as he got dressed, Garth could only think about Dirk’s warning: “You can't have sex or jack off for at least 24 hours – if you do, the formula will stop working.”

Brock looked at himself in the mirror. He still looked like a lifter, but whereas two weeks ago it would been obvious even in the baggiest clothes, now it was no longer the case. He estimated he had lost about 20 pounds of muscle and no longer looked as fierce and intimidating.

“Somehow, I’m just going to have to will myself to break those lifting records today,” he thought.

But that’s not what happened. The entire time he drove to the event, Garth thought of himself as a weakling and a failure for not being able to hold out from cumming for 24 hours. And when it came time for the lift-a-thon, the physical weakness from not eating combined with the mental weakness caused him to struggle mightily. Instead of maxing out at 600 pounds on the bench press and setting new school record, he could barely pump out one rep at 175. Even the kicker on the football team, a 6'4" string bean who weighed 150 pounds, was able to lift more than Garth.

It was a humiliating turn for the former King of the Weight Room, and he slinked off in shame without saying a word.

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Six weeks later, Bryan returned to his hometown and made a beeline for Garth’s place. He felt bad about being gone for half the summer and thought Garth might have been angry or upset, seeing as how he barely texted Bryan during his time in Boston. And there certainly weren’t any naughty video calls between the two.

Bryan knocked several times on the door, but there was no answer. He reached down under the fake rock in the nearby flower garden and retrieved the spare key. After opening the door and replacing the key, he crept inside to find the home completely dark. “Odd,” he thought. “I know Garth said his parents were out of town, but his truck is here.”

“Garth, are you here?” Bryan said.

He heard a muffled noise from Garth’s bedroom and, worried his boyfriend might be hurt, Bryan rushed into the room and turned on the light. There he saw Garth – or at least he though it was Garth – laying on top of the bed surrounded by opened candy bar wrappers. The former stud looked very different – he had lost muscle and gained flab, making him still a very big man but nothing like the beefcake he had been. His hair was shaggier, he hadn’t shaved in days, and the smell of the room was a bit pungent.

“Wow, Garth, what happened?” asked Bryan as he walked over to the bed and sat beside his boyfriend. Garth was wearing a black t-shirt that used to show off his bulging muscles, but now the only thing bulging out of it was his belly underneath the bottom hem.

Garth turned his head away from Bryan. “Please, just go away. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Bryan put his hand on Garth’s soft upper arm. “I’m not going anywhere sweetie, until you tell me what happened.”

Garth started sharing the tale – hoping to set the school lifting records, organizing the lift-a-thon, meeting Dirk, the special diet and the secret formula, and being too weak to resist Bryan the night he came over. After failing so miserably with his lifts, his confidence had been shattered and he drowned his sorrows in sugary tweets while shutting out the world.

“That’s certainly…a lot you had to suffer through,” said Bryan, thinking as fast as he could. “But I think I have something that will help.”

Garth turned to face Bryan. “Really?”

Brian through about the story Garth had told. Clearly everything that Dirk had told Garth had been a lie – no bodybuilder on Earth would ever follow such a routine because scientifically it wouldn’t work. It couldn’t. As one of the smartest students of human biology in the country, he knew something fishy must have been up. So if the whole thing has come down to shattered confidence, Bryan would just have to come up with an equally ludicrous story to help get Garth back on track.

“Look, baby, I’ve got a special formula of my own. I’ve been working on it for a while and it’s ready to be tested. I only have enough for one person and was going to use it on myself, but I’m going to give it to you instead.”

“What is it?" asked Garth. “What does it do?”

Brian smiled. “It’s an advanced muscle builder. Like a super powerful steroid, but it’s not a steroid. Once you start taking it, you’ll be back to your old self in no time. In fact, you’ll be bigger than ever.”

“Bigger?” asked Garth, as he sat up on the bed.

“Yeah, bigger. Wouldn’t you like that? I know you were at 280 before, but how would you like to get to 300? Or 350? This formula can get you there. Think about it…you back to being the biggest man in the gym. A beast that everybody can’t take their eyes off of. Some men will cum just seeing your huge muscles. Ooh, I guess you do like that, as I see Little Garth is yearning for some attention.”

Bryan put his hand over Garth’s cock and began to rub it. Big Garth was smiling wide and thankful to have such a supportive boyfriend.

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Bryan came back the next morning, picked Garth up, and drove him to the gym after first stopping by the barber to get his beard shaved off and his hair cut. As they sat in the car of the gym parking lot, Bryan gave Garth his secret formula, which was really just a mix of pureed vegetables, vitamins, and caffeine, and then they headed inside.

“Why are you walking so slowly, Garth?” asked Bryan.

“I don’t want the regulars to see me again,” he responded, grabbing a handful of his belly flab. “I went in a few weeks ago and they all ragged on me. Simon even called me Girth.”

Bryan took his boyfriend by the hand and tugged for him to walk faster. "Once my formula kicks in and you get your old body back, you can squash them all with your enormous muscles. They'll be sorry they ever laughed at you."

Garth began to daydream about getting back his massively meaty pecs, biceps and thighs, as well as losing the fat he had gained. “Do you really think it’s going to work, Bryan?”

“I know it will, Garth. Your body will start changing after the first workout. Giant rushes of testosterone are gonna flood through your veins. Every muscle will start growing larger and larger, like you have a pump that never wears off. You’re gonna grow a spectacular physique that will have no rivals. What’s that contest you’ve always wanted to win?”

“Mr. Universe,” said Garth, with stars in his eyes.

“I bet within a year you’re going to be up on the stage of Mr. Universe and blow everyone else away. Has there ever been a college-aged winner before?” asked Bryan.

“No, the youngest guy has been 27,” replied Garth.

“Well, you’ll be the biggest and youngest winner ever next year. And still in college – I bet they call you Mr. University, too. Trust me, Garth, all your dreams are about to come true. All you gotta do is get into the gym and start pumping.”

Bryan hoped that was enough “support” to get his boyfriend excited about working out again. He didn’t like lying to Garth, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Ok," Garth said. “Let’s get pumping."

The men entered, signed in, and walked over to the treadmill to warm up. The effort drained some energy from Garth at first, but he got his second wind and managed to stay on for 30 minutes.

“Nice job, baby,” said Bryan, sweating from his run. “You ready to hit the weights?”

Garth nodded and strutted over to the free weight area to launch into his old routine. Bryan watched his boyfriend start lifting with vigor and asked, “How you feeling, stud?”

“I've never felt this good during a workout before!” roared Garth. “That formula must be working.”

A smile came across Bryan’s lips, and he hoped his little deception would pay off.

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Garth had a dream that night. He was running. And running. And running.

He was running along the sand, all by himself. The sweat was pouring down his brow into his eyes, almost blinding him, but he staggered forward with each step.

"Is any air getting to my lungs at all?" he thought.

His body was covered in useless flab that only weighed him down as he tried to move, but thankfully it was covered with a white t-shirt and white athletic shorts. Garth kept running, getting weaker and weaker until he could barely feel his arms or legs anymore. At any second, he knew he would collapse.

But he also knew it was important to keep going. He knew he had to dig deeper. So he kept running, hoping for some magic to pull him through. He kept running and running on the unsteady, uneven sand.

Eventually, however, Garth had to slow down as his energy left him. He wasn't able to go on, and he began to lean forward so that he could fall...

And then it happened, just when he really, really needed it the most – a feeling of euphoria slowly crawling over him. It was taking over for the pain and the weakness. Making him feel better, and stronger, and faster…

He picked up speed and continued running down the beach, like a boat with a fresh wind caught in its sails.

Garth looked down at his flabby body, with his pecs and stomach bouncing as he ran. But as he kept running, he could feel his fat melting away. He could feel his muscles growing each time he put one foot in front of another.

As he moved down the beach, his body was changing. He was no longer the old Garth, but rather a new one that resembled an athlete. Like he used to be.

His muscles grew tighter and tighter, bigger and bigger. He could feel his biceps and triceps expanding, forcing his shirt sleeves to expand. With each step forward, he knew he was getting closer to busting out of it like the Incredible Hulk.

Garth kept going and going, down the endless beach. He went faster and faster, gaining both strength and speed.

His shirt began to shred as it no longer could contain his engorged muscles. First at the neckline, then deepening as the tear spread down to the chest. Next the sleeves busted open as his pythons grew bigger and bigger, and then on the sides as his lats forced themselves outward.

His quads grew as well, causing rips in his shorts. They were like a mighty pair of engines propelling him forward, and nothing could stop their growth.

Oh, yeah…I’m a fucking stud again! 

Garth’s thought about how he had always been a warrior. He was the tallest and biggest kid in every grade, always the first one picked for sports teams, and always a winner. He was the star athlete on the football, basketball, and baseball teams.

Growing up, his parents had to spend a fortune on clothes as he continually outgrew them. From small to medium to large in grade school, large to extra-large in junior high, and extra-large to double XL to triple XL in high school – his muscles just wouldn’t stop growing bigger and bigger. A few more workouts and he would need XXXXL shirts just to contain his massive bulk, along with the size 16 shoes that went on his mammoth feet.

Everybody had always wanted to be him or be with him. His body attracted them all. With every step he could see his blazing bright future as the biggest muscleman in the world.

Garth kept running and kept growing. Eventually his shirt just couldn’t hang on any longer as his torso expanded, and it simply fell away like a vanquished foe. He was sweating from the running, and the perspiration beaded up across his well-formed muscles, but he didn’t feel tired at all.

"These muscles just don't get tired anymore...they are so huge and powerful," he thought.

Garth remembered winning every arm-wrestling challenge against all of his football buddies, even when he let them use two hands. He thought about the time that his dad had that flat tire, and he had deadlifted and held the car off the ground because the jack was broken.

All the while, Garth kept on running down the beach.

As he ran, he realized his shorts were about to pop off as well – they got tighter and tighter as his legs and butt become more and more muscled. He could feel things swelling up to the breaking point – another few steps and it would explode.

"Bigger….bigger….bigger…come on, keep growing!" he thought.

He remembered thinking that his thighs had always been immense, allowing him to barrel down the football field like a locomotive, and power his huge body around the bases when he hit a home run. And in the weight room, he often asked his spotter to jump on top of the hip sled because the weights on it just didn't challenge him anymore.

But now his legs were getting freakishly huge, bigger than Garth could ever imagine, and rapidly disintegrating his shorts. Pound after pound of raw muscle were being added each second as he ran down the beach.

Then it happened – his shorts shredded off his body, leaving him completely naked and free running down the beach.

Garth then suddenly awoke with a big smile plastered on his face and a sticky sensation down below his waist. He looked over at his clock radio to see that it was 4:00am – he should have been tired, but instead he felt energized and decided to get in a first workout before another one with Bryan later that day.