[rob000]

Dream Girl
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"I think it's time to see other people," he said.

Her cheeks flushed a little, and she said, "I guess I'm not surprised.  You've been acting distant."

"I just feel like I'm not getting what I need out of this relationship," he said.

"What do you mean?  What do you need?"

"I don't want to upset you."

"Too late, you already did."

"Fine.  It's the sex."

"Well, it's your fault. You hardly ever initiate sex anymore.  Are you just bored with me?"

"It's not that I'm bored. I just… I like… Well, it's just that you're not really my type, physically."

"Then why did you ask me out in the first place?"

"Because you're pretty, and funny, and I liked you. We got along well. I thought that would be enough." He sighed. "I guess I was wrong."

"So what is your type, then, physically?"

"I, uh, I like women who are, uh, you know, buff."

"Buff?  Is that all?  You want a 'hardbody'?  A woman with a little muscle?"

"Yeah, I guess.  A woman with muscle."

"How much muscle are we talking about here?"

"I don't know.  Why are we talking about this?  I mean, you've been going to the gym for years, and you're in good shape, but being muscular's not exactly your thing."

"Well, I didn't know that's what you were looking for.  I can be buff."

"I think we're getting off the subject here.  It's not just that…"

"Oh, I think it is.  I think you have a fetish for muscle girls and that's the only reason you're breaking up with me.  So tell me, how big  do I need to be to satisfy you?"

"Look…"

Taking him by surprise, she pushed him and he fell onto the bed. "Let me demonstrate," she said, climbing onto the bed.  She straddled him, sitting on his thighs.  "I'll get as big and hard as you do."

He propped himself up on his elbows.  "What are you talking about? Get off me."

"Maybe.  You'll see.  You get your dick big and hard, and I'll do the same."

"You're crazy!" he squirmed, but was having a hard time getting any leverage.

"Come on," she said, "imagine it."  She massaged his dick through his jeans.  "If you grow, I'll do the same.  Don't you want to make me buff?"

He couldn't bring himself to keep struggling with her hand on his crotch.  He felt himself getting hard.

"Yeah, that's it.  I knew you wanted to do it," she said, stroking him harder.

He rolled his eyes and again tried to push her off, but found her even harder to move now.

She saw his puzzled expression and said, "See?  You get bigger, I get bigger."

It was true. He noticed now that her T-shirt had gotten tighter across the shoulders and her arms showed hints of definition that hadn't been there a minute ago.  He felt her thighs pressing against his a little more solidly.

"How…" was all he could say.

She smirked. "You know those little desiccant packets they put in boxes, to absorb the moisture, and they always say 'Do not eat'? Well, I ate one," she said, and laughed. She deftly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and tugged his jeans and briefs down enough to free his dick. "Now, where were we?" she said, grasping it.

As his erection grew, her muscles continued to swell in proportion.  After a few seconds, he was fully erect.  "Oh, yeah," she said, "big and hard, your cock and my body.  Am I more like your type, now?"

He'd never felt so aroused before.  He felt a drop of sweat roll down his forehead.  "Unbelievable," he muttered.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," she said.  She released his dick to flex her arms.  Her expanded torso stretched her shirt, and the bottom pulled up to reveal a sliver of taut belly.  She nodded appreciatively at her nearly tennis-ball-sized biceps.  Then, with an arched eyebrow, she asked him, "Is this buff enough for you?"

He nodded, slowly and slack-jawed.

"Are you sure? Wouldn't you like to see what I'd look like with even more muscle?"

He nodded again, faster this time.

She snickered.  "I'll bet you would.  Well, I'll get bigger if your hard-on does…" She trailed off suggestively.

He glanced down at his dick.  "I can't.  That's as big as it gets!"

"Oh, come on," she said.  "Try.  I know you want it so bad."  She stroked him with her fingertips, from base to tip, alternating hands.

He strained, bucking his hips up, willing his cock to grow. Suddenly he felt a surge in his groin, a hardness and heaviness he'd never felt before. Looking down, he saw that his cock had somehow doubled in size, sticking up a good twelve inches, filling her hands. And then he felt new weight on his thighs, and heard seams popping, and saw her jeans split, revealing huge, hard thighs that dwarfed his.

He looked up. The sleeves and shoulders of her T-shirt had also burst, shredded by her cantaloupe shoulders and softball biceps. Across her torso it was so tight now that he could see the individual muscles of a thick six-pack pressing against the fabric.

Chuckling, she said, "Yeah, baby, that's it. I knew you had it in you. You just couldn't resist giving me the biggest, hardest muscles you've ever seen." She flexed her arms in front of her. The seams of her T-shirt split apart, unable to take the strain. She pulled the shirt off, revealing a body so broad, so deep, so imposing that it rivaled any bodybuilder's.  Her breasts, fairly large on her old body, now seemed almost out of place on her thick chest.  She looked down at them and tensed her pecs, making her tits bounce.  She put her hands on them and bounced them again.  "Cool!  I like it," she said.

She ran her hands down over her abs, tracing the scalloped bumps, then up her arms, squeezing her biceps and shoulders.  She tapped the muscles arching up from her shoulders to her neck and asked, "What do you call these?"

"Traps," he said hoarsely.

"Ah, traps," she said, shrugging to feel their size and hardness. "They're so big. Did I even have those before? I've got muscles coming out all over the place now. Thick, hard muscles, just like you wanted, right?"

He didn't answer.  He reached up to touch her biceps, but before he made contact, she took his wrists in her hands and pressed his arms down to his chest.  She had to lean forward to do this, and her stomach pressed against his oversized hard-on.  "Uh-uh-uh," she said.  "Are you sure I'm buff enough now?  I think you still want more. More size, more strength, more power, more muscle.  Don't you?"

She took both of his wrists in one hand and straightened up a bit, but still leaned over enough to keep his cock pressing against her abs. With her free hand, she stroked it.  After a few seconds, she said, "Well?  Can you get any bigger, any harder?  Because I can if you can. But you've got to have a growth spurt if you want me to."

He strained.  He squeezed.  He furrowed his brow and bucked his hips.  "That's it, baby," she said.  "You're close now, I can feel it. Make me bigger."  She flexed her abs and pushed his dick left and right over the mounds and grooves.

Then he felt the surge again, much stronger, like an explosion of steel in his dick. He gasped as it rocketed up, somehow growing to over two feet long, the tip bumping her chin. And at the same time her body exploded, every muscle ballooning, the size seeming to spill out from her traps to her shoulders to her biceps and triceps. She looked monstrous now, filling his vision, freakishly, cartoonishly wide and thick and muscle-bound.

"Wow, baby, you really did want more, didn't you?" she said. She looked at her chest. His cock was as thick as his fist now, but her pecs were even thicker, and his shaft nestled in the valley between them. She flexed them, not hard, just enough to give his shaft a firm squeeze. "Am I buff enough for you now? Am I a hardbody? I'm the hardest body in the world." She stroked his shaft with both hands, pressing it against her chunky abs, and alternately tensed her pecs. She dipped her head and pressed her lips against the head of his cock. "Bigger and stronger, harder and leaner than you ever dreamed," she said into it, her lips tantilizing him. "More muscle than you can handle." Then she put her mouth over as much of the tip as she could fit.

The phone rang.  She kept stroking, flexing, and licking.  But the ringing grew louder, and he found himself tangled in the sheets.  He gasped, sitting up, finding himself naked, groggy, with a rock-hard but normal-size erection.  He fumbled for the phone.  "Hello?" he said.

"I think we should see other people," she said.

"What?" he said.

"I'm just not getting what I need out of this relationship," she said. 

[AbyssPlanet]

So wait, I take it it was all a dream? And then she decided to break up with him over the phone after he woke up? That kinda sucks.  :-

Awesome writing all around, though. 😀

[gblock01]

Very impressive! I liked the story a lot up until the point were you find out that it was a dream. It was a bit of a let-down, but everything else was absolutely amazing.

[Cowprobe]

rob000,

Simply awesome!

Best wet dream stimulus I've read in a while. The Fantasy Muscle Gal as erection metaphor/parallel was pretty amusing.

It would be interesting if he continued to lucid dream in further installments. With the neurally contained virtual GF actually showing enough continuity and sense fo self to get the guy worried.  8)

Schizophrenia never looked so good.  ;D

[robertnisbet]

excellent storey sir ;D ;D ;D ;D

[Jack]

Thanks for the cool story – short, sweet and creatively written!

[Fonk]

I like that. 😉 Thanks for posting!

[scat]

good story!
i hope it's not finished. :-[

( happy new year !) ;D

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