The Actual Experience, Part I

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Hi guys,

I've been toying with this idea for a while and thought that it was time now to post something. I already have some ideas for the next few parts - but if you want to continue the story, feel free to do so here:

http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=8529

Cheers,
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The Actual Experience, Part I

I watched the guy who rode past me on his blue bike. He was actually kind of cute. I heard the sound of a bell. I turned around and began to walk down the road. There were only very few cars. I discovered the bell tower and wondered what Jimmy Stewart was doing way up there, looking down with a puzzled expression, as if he had lost something.

I turned around once more - and the guy on the bike rode past me once again. This time, the bike was red, and I started to suspect that something wasn't right. I was, for example, pretty convinced that Jimmy Stewart was dead. I sat down on the bench next to me to give myself time to figure all this out. The bench... Had there been a bench before?

Suddenly, an idea started forming in my head. I turned around again, and was thrilled to see that the bell tower had disappeared, though the road and the guy on the bike - green, this time - were still there. I knew now that I was dreaming.

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I had heard about lucid dreams a while ago, and I vaguely remembered having one as a kid, when being able to fly had been my biggest fantasy. Admittedly, I still thought that this was a cool idea. Puberty, however, had not only done much to diversify my repertoire of fantasies, but also added some decidedly erotic twists.

From the fact that almost all these fantasies centered on men, I had, at the age of fourteen, deduced that maybe - just maybe - I was going through one of the more bisexual phases of my life. When that phase stubbornly refused to end for three full years (which included, among other things, a casual sexual encounter with a guy from the sports team and a boyfriend who had the audacity to claim that he was gay) I began to consider the possibility that "straight" was not the most appropriate label for my psycho-sexual make-up - let alone for what had been going on in my bedroom. And various other places.

At any rate, in the course of these years I also discovered that one particular fantasy literally bulked large in my erotic imagination: the idea of a guy's muscles growing. I had always assumed that I would never actually experience what it was like to become stronger and stronger, to feel my weight increase and my muscles grow to an incredible size. But now that I found myself lucid and dreaming, this suddenly metamorphosed into a distinct possibility.

I wasn't sure it would work. But I was determined to find out.