“Where am I?” -It`s time to wake up

From Create Your Own Story

6:30 AM! The alarm goes off and you can’t help but get a very strange Déjà Vu feeling. You put on your glasses so you can better check what time it is, but the moment you try to look through them, you get a very blurred vision. You remove them, and everything is crystal clear, as if, suddenly, your myopia was cured. Perfect sight!

You get up and look through the window, and you can clearly see the brand of the coffee your neighbor is using… And he is a good 30-40 yard away from you. You’re no doctor, but suddenly your sight looks like a 20/8 one!

Then you realize the mess you are! Your pajamas are all dirty from all the jizz you shot while sleeping

“Some dream…” you think to yourself as you begin to undress, suddenly noticing that the pajamas is very, very tight around your body. You check yourself in the mirror in your room, just to realize that something has definitely changed in you!

The pimples in your face are all but gone! And you`re not skinny anymore… Far from it: Your calves are noticeably muscular (they were non-existent before), your thighs are thick, muscular and quite ripped (You can even see a couple of little veins running through it); Your torso now has strong and muscular shoulders, well rounded and defined pecs, and an extremely ripped 8-pack abs. Your arms also have some bulk in it, and little veins running though it as well. All in all, you have a super model body. You can`t imagine anyone you know who has a body as perfectly build as yours is right now (and that’s even including adults), and you can`t help but smile, although the mysterious way it blossomed overnight does, still, scares you.

“Cool!” you exclaim as you keep checking your new body a bit more. Just then you realize that your meat has noticeably grown! It`s not hard or anything, but it looks like twice the size it were when you went to sleep yesterday “Weird!” you say to yourself. Then you hear the door slightly opening…

“Darling?” you hear the sweet voice of your mother, Veronica, asking as she slowly opened the door of your room. You:


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