MuscleUP: The Dreamer

[maximum360]

Man, I haven't been back to the forums in like... Forever.
At least that's what it feels like.
Life's been hectic.

But that's not what you guys (and gals??) are here for. You're here for the sexy times!
This is a piece I wrote from a (wet, lol) dream I had. It's kind of an experiment, in that
it's written in the same perspective that I experienced it (i.e. second person). I don't know
if anyone will like it, but I hope someone here enjoys it. Hopefully it is free of typos.
Honest critique is always welcome, whether you have good things to say or bad.

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It is dark. You're lying on something soft, but you can't tell what it is, at least not yet. The slight draft around you, playing across your skin, informs you that you are naked.

The room around you is pitch black, but you can sense that it's not terribly large. Perhaps it's something in the air, you're not sure, but you know that this space is familiar to you.

Yes.... It's starting to come back to you. You recognize this as your room. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, the softness of the sheets brushing against your bare legs, and stand up, stretching out your sore and tired body. Or..... It should be sore. You stop mid stretch, expecting your usual grogginess, expecting your body to feel heavy and tired this soon after waking... But it doesn't. In fact, you feel quite good.

You fumble your way over to the wall, the texture of it seeming off beneath your fingers, but you eventually brush against something plastic and smooth. Finding the light switch, you turn it on. The light from the ceiling fixture pierces your eyes, blinding you momentarily, making you blink and your eyes water with the sudden shift from darkness to light. You find yourself standing in front of your closet, which has a mirror on it.

You stare in the mirror.

An unfamiliar face stares back.

Young and handsome, in the mirror is the body of a slender college age athlete. His eyes are blue. His skin is flawless and tan. His hair, black and short cropped, is tossed to the side in a peculiar mix of popular style and bedhead. His body is fit and lightly muscled, not big but clearly showing a good amount of definition. His package is just a bit bigger than average, with heavy balls and a decently full soft cock swinging between his legs.

When you move, he does. You raise your arm, and so does the handsome athlete.

You look down at yourself, and you seem no different than your usual self. You see just your ordinary body.

You look back at the mirror once again, and you see your ordinary reflection. You sigh, looking down and downcast.... and your breath catches.

Yours is now the body of the handsome athlete. You run your hands over your skin to make sure, feeling yourself. What you feel is smooth, firm, warm. It is very real. Trapped in the mirror then, is your old self. Or no... Looking back, now you see that handsome face again - your face. What you saw is now what you have become. Intrigued, you reach down to fondle your new balls, much fuller than you used to have before. Your sack fills your palm, and feels heavy and full. A jolt of pleasure ignites your cock when you do this, making it start to stiffen and erect. This is much bigger than you used to have as well. You slide your hand along the shaft, feeling it's thickness, it's heft. It feels good, your strong hand rubbing against the large, sensitive organ.

You look back in the mirror, admiring yourself, and your curiosity begins to grow. You wonder if perhaps you could imagine something else in the mirror... You wonder what the possibilities are for this newfound gift.

You imagine that the image in the mirror should grow.... But then you stop yourself. There's no sense rushing things... Who can tell how long this will last? If it will work at all? It would be much better to savor this experience.... Who knows if or when it might ever occur again.

You decide to start from the bottom up.

You take a look at your feet in the mirror, and wiggle your toes. You imagine that slowly, they are getting bigger. After all, one needs a strong base to support all that weight you're about to put on. All that size. Sure enough, your feet lengthen and widen, filling out. Right now, they almost look comical, how big they are compared to your slender form, but you intend to change that right away, and the anticipation sends a shiver up your spine.

You allow your growth to proceed slowly upwards. Your ankles are thickening, joining your legs to your strong feet. Your lower calves now, tendons bunching up and reaching for the surface of your skin. The muscle itself pushes outwards, backwards and fills out, creating a bulge out behind your leg. It mounds up, forming rounder and rounder, swelling as it grows into a massive hard ball of musculature, the heavy fibers joined to your ankle and knee by thick powerful sinew.

On past your knee the growth goes, hitting your quadriceps muscle. Your whole thigh, a moment ago slender and athletic, bulges outwards in all directions as new muscles form, tensing and flexing and relaxing, your legs practically pulsing as they push out further and further. Massive teardrop shapes form on your thigh as the thick muscle fibers bunch together into solid masses, covering your legs with deep striations.

Your abs carve deeper into your chest, and at the same time they push outwards as well, growing in size and mass. A true Adonis belt forms at your waistline, your chiseled musculature all focusing the eye towards your hefty package, which joins in the growth as well. Your cock and balls swell, expanding slowly, thickening some as your package drops and hangs lower, fuller.

The parade of growth continues, rippling over the rest of your body at an increasing pace. Your pecs push outwards, ballooning forwards and growing into a huge muscular shelf atop your chest, as your shoulders widen and push outwards. Your arms swell with new mass, rippling as they thicken in waves, pulsing, muscles pushing out to fill out your form. Your biceps and triceps well up beneath your previously slender and tube shaped arms, giving them a new shape and fullness. Your forearms also engorge themselves with muscle fiber, getting stronger, the thick ropes of fiber rippling into existence all up and down your arm, from your wrist back to your elbow.

Unseen, but easily felt, your back is also undergoing it's own changes. It widens and swells, lats flaring outwards, as individual ridges and bumps all become visible as your back strengthens and changes. Your traps swell up and out, complimenting your large shoulders, and framing your slender neck, which is itself also growing and widening, filling with muscle and anchoring itself more firmly to your thick, muscled chest.

You feel all of this, and can't help but be amazed and aroused at the sight of yourself. You flex your arm just once, just to feel what it's like to have such a massively muscled body. Every fiber in your body obeys your slightest command, rippling and twitching as though they had a life of their own, and yet still entirely under your own control. If your cock was hard before, it's like steel now as you flex and pose, getting excited and aroused at the very sight of your own body, rippling and pulsing with power and masculinity. Your muscles ripple and bounce, providing a most captivating display. Your thick, enormous, and proud manhood dribbles pre, as though to signal to the world just how horny you are.


A draft blows through the room again, which grows cold. It is time to wake up from the dream, to return to reality.

But whose reality will that be?

[cutlerfan]

Great dream man! I hope you wake one night to find it had really happened to you!