Dream When He Was Fat Novels & Stories

He said serious. I gasped. I am not fat . I am only 56 kg with 5'8 height. He is fat . Very fat with all those bulging muscles. Bell that's called hot not fat .My idiot of mind replied. "I am not fat , you are ." I said as I pointed at him. "Yeah yeah whatever helps you to sleep at night. Now go your clothes are in that cupboard. CHANGE AND COME TO SLEEP ON BED ." He said sternly the last part.

And… and. I screamed, falling back, my eyes so wide, I feared they might go dry. “What the hell?!” I screamed, pointing at the… the… Fuck, maybe this was a dream. I've missed him so much and now I'm having a really weird dream about him. “I never knew you were dumb,” Kade said, lying on his side, naked, his voice weak. “Who would have thought?” “Yes,” I nodded. “This is a dream. Kade would never call me dumb.”

Words failed me. How was I supposed to think straight with his hands doing that? His touch moved in practiced circles, warm and rhythmic, like he'd done this a hundred times. “I’ll get fat if I eat too much,” I couldn't help but say. He looked up, his gaze sharp. “You’re really thin right now. Do you know that?” He pinched my cheek, his voice softening. “Even if you gained weight, you’d still be cute. A cute fatty.”

he caught my face in the dark and we kissed passionately. "You should stop stealing kisses from me without my permission "He replied smiling with his eyes closed. I chuckled and got back to my position as we both cuddled up again.He was really sleepy so I let him.I stared at him while resting on his chest, I had another weird dream that night . "Why am I so slim in my dream"i asked myself. It was me and yet like it's also like I was another person.I sighed deeply .I wonder when i will stop having such dreams.

"Around eight or nine, which even then, it's rare to have them that late in life." He frowned down at the ground. "Did you remember the dreams?" "Never." "I remember mine." I held my breath, my chest built with pressure as it swelled inside my body, threatening to shake my careful control, I steeled my expression. "Last night's? Do you remember it?" He gave a silent nod. "Are we talking nightmare where you're getting chased by a giant marshmallow - you know, something that won't ever happen - or something real?" "Real." He swallowed, his hands started to shake like the week before, only this time, I knew he wanted comfort - not a sugar fix.

“And…” I hesitated. Denver waited. “There was a partly eaten apple on the floor.” His entire body went still. My stomach tightened instantly. “Denver?” He didn’t answer immediately. “The apple…” His voice sounded distant now.“That’s the last thing I remember eating.” Confusion spread through me immediately. “What?” Denver dragged a hand down his face slowly. “When I came back from the party that night, I was starving.” His voice sounded distant now, like he was piecing memories together in real time. “I remember refusing alcohol. Refusing food.”

A reality check really. I was fatigued, a little weary I guess because I remember drifting off to my fanciful Dreamworld, but he was saying something, he was talking to me I guess, obviously, but I was far too exhausted to listen to it. ____________________________________

I nod and he smiles cheekily, so much like his normal self that I find myself relaxing, thankfully and I shove at his chest, gesturing to my face and clothes "But I'm not dressing up like this again, my feet are killing me." "Good." He belly laughs, dropping his arm lazily around my shoulders. "You'd be far too easy to beat at training in a skimpy dress and heels." ~*~ I wake up with a smile on my face, the feelings of love and contentment still with me after such a pleasant dream, I don't even question what my subconscious is doing by confusing Cain and Coal in my dream and putting Darius in there too, clearly I'm projecting my desire for my dream man onto his real life scary doppelganger a

But when he noticed that I’m not laughing at his joke, he immediately stopped smiling, strengthening himself in his chair. He cleared his throat. "Yes, sorry, please continue." I shook my head before continuing, "We met a week ago. That time I had a dream, not a nightmare, but a dream, a beautiful dream where I was happy, laughing, enjoying and last night she was with me, and then again I had a dream, but after a few minutes that turned into a nightmare." I explained. He furrowed his brows, confused by my explanation.

Feeling so much pressure on my nip, I imagined Shawn releasing the left nipple and giving the same pleasure to the other one, just like how he does in reality. “Shawnnnnn!” I moaned in my sleep when I imagined him patting my legs and caressing my inner thighs. “Your fat cock. Please!” I whispered, my eyes still closed. I had no idea if this was what they call ‘wet dreams’ but I didn’t want the dream to end. This was exactly why I have been avoiding wanting anything to do with Shawn. I fantasize a lot but I had no idea I would be facing the consequences in my dream also.