Dream When He Was Fat Novels & Stories

Damnit, not living with my parents is making me real weak at making excuses. “Then come in.” He grabs my forearm and pulls me in. “I’m not really looking for se-” I had only begun my sentence before he climbed into bed and fell dead asleep. I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to control both my embarrassment and laughter. What the fuck just happened? I laugh silently, my hand still clamped over my mouth. At least I wasn’t scared anymore. I had forgotten that I even had such a dream, looking at him. How does he sleep so much? Do demons really need to sleep a lot maybe?

I wonder… Dang. We really didn’t know each other. “Why are you antsy?” “Are we about to have a real conversation?” he asks. “We did last night.” “Indeed. Did you dream about me?” And there he goes with the cockiness. “Nope. I dreamed about cupcakes, lemon ones called Pucker Up. I shoved two in my mouth and may have had an orgasm.” “Did you dream about golf-ball-headed aliens too?”

I woke and sat up. That was the strangest dream I'd ever had. Then I realized that I felt different, stronger maybe. I slowly slid out of the bed and went back into the bathroom. Once I turned on the light I gasped. I was changed. I wasn't a ninety pound weakling anymore. I had muscles and definition. My ribs were covered with muscle and I had a well defined six pack and my dick was larger almost ten inches long and as thick as a can of Redbull.

I countered, confident in my reply. “No you don't.” He smirked as if something about this banter amused him, “but you make weird noises when you sleep,” he said, his voice low and calm. Heat rose in my cheeks, unsure if that part was true or not. I was recently having a dream of my mother from when I was 6 years old, and the memory of my arrest ruined it. “I was dreaming.” Darius squinted, “Oh really?” “Yes. I dreamt about being free,” I boldly revealed.

“I’m sorry I scared you off last night. But I’m definitely not sorry for wanting you.” His eyes dragged over my body with blatant hunger. “Look at that body… Those heavy, big tits begging to be sucked. That tiny waist and those wide, breeding hips. That round ass made for my hands. You’re built like a fucking wet dream. And you’re so damn innocent it drives me crazy.” I backed up until I hit the edge of the desk, heart hammering wildly.

He wore pajama pants, but they were hanging off his waistline and left no mystery of what lay underneath. My mouth was watering at the sight of him. “Is this a dream?” He whispered, taking in my appearance. It was then that I realized that I was completely naked. I knew I should have been horrified, but I wasn’t. Probably because this was only a dream. I didn’t answer his question because Dream Damien already knew this was a dream. His eyes drank me in, staring around my face and then shifting to my breasts where his cheeks grew pink, and his eyes grew lust-filled and hungry.

He was chilled to the bone. He caught his breath and looked back at Tony. There was relief, fear, and concern in his expression. 'Fuck! What the fuck was that?!' Dillon thought to himself, still slightly dazed by the nightmare. It was a dream he had had many many times when he was a young kid, but he hadn't had a single one as a teenager. It hit him out of left field.

The man was powerful enough to make night turn to day if he wanted. “Goodnight, shrimp face.” “dream of me, bunny.” “Sure, I’ll make sure to keep it real juicy… your beat up body would be perfect. So of course, I'll dream of you, darling, sure.” “At least you’d be dreaming about me, baby.” I groaned into my pillow, frustrated….I could never win with the idiot!