Novel & Cerita Dream When He Was Fat

Family life is back to normal. But for some reason, every night he often dreamed of having sex with a strange woman. She is quite young and beautiful, her body is especially attractive. Every night when he wakes up, instead of being satisfied, he becomes thinner and thinner. From a healthy middle-aged man with good fat to 85 kilograms, now there are 65 kilograms, his skin is wrinkled, his hair turns from black to gray. His parents clearly saw the change in their son, talked many times but he did not listen. Every 7 pm, he wanted to go to his room to go to bed to see that girl.

Imagine his big, muscular body falling on my tiny body. Yes, I had trouble breathing, I lost my space because the bed was dominated by him, and I also couldn't close my eyes because he kept moving every minute. I really wonder what exactly happened in his dream. Maybe he was dreaming about fighting with other players or maybe he was dreaming about playing hockey. I had no idea, but it's definitely because he’s staying here that I have panda eyes now! Meanwhile, earlier when he woke up in the morning, he yawned and stretched his arms and legs contentedly.

I think doctor prescribe a stronger cough medicine to me that make me feel drowsy. Oh God! I had a dream that Daksh raped me! I was so stupid, dreaming of him raping me. 'He never did and he will never do it to me.' I thought. I sobbed and hugged him tighter. I dip my head in his neck. His hands immediately encircled around my waist. "What happened doll?" He asked me. "I—I had a bad dream Daksh, very bad" I said and sobbed. "Baby, shh shh, its alright. It's just a dream. Calm down" He said stroking my hair.

"It's just that I had a nightmare in the middle of the night and I don't feel like sleeping anymore," "It's okay, actually I had a nightmare too," He said. "Really? What was it about?" I asked. "It's about your mom, I really miss her and it wasn't so bad actually. What about you, what did you dream about?" He asked. I sprained my eyebrows and dragged my hood to cover my hands properly since the morning was cold, I said. "It's nothing serious, Just some high-school stuff," "High-school, you must have had amazing time back then I guess,"

“What was the dream about?” “Well, I was dreaming about cleaning the study at the mansion, but I was old – like really old. All gray haired and wrinkled. I had let my life pass me by and . . . you had just got divorced from Ava Bartholomew. “ “A dream about me being married to Ava sounds more like a nightmare,” he quipped.

he said, patting my back gently. I smiled, then closed my eyes. If this was a dream, then no one should wake me up. I was naked and sore, and I laid on the chest of one of the most powerful and richest men in the world. What could be better than that? “Hope,” I heard him mumble. When I lifted my head to look at him, he was already asleep. what does that even mean?

“I thought it was pretty obvious. Why would I want to partner with an ugly fatass like you? This isn’t a fantasy, you know. This is real life, Fatsie. No one wants to be associated with you. Get that into your fat skull.” I jolted awake, my heart beating wildly. I looked around and realized I was in my bed, inside my room. There was no Alex and I wasn’t in the café. It was all a dream. What a lousy dream! I placed my hand on my chest and took deep steady breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. It was a dream, Maisie.

— I asked voice low. He turned on the lights and approached me. His eyes were pitch black and his hair was messy. I could tell he he had finished in to wake up. He he must to have if dress It is me caught soon after. Once he was in front of me, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me slowly. It felt like his eyes were criticizing every inch of my body. You it won Weight? — He He asked. My chin it fell. I'm sorry? — Did he really bring me here just to tell me I looked fat? If anything, I had lost weight during my time in his pack.

His eyes going over me in a squint of surprise. “What happened? Did you have a bad dream? Are you okay?...” he asked. All of them the same questions. And all of them important, but none of them the ones I wanted him to ask. As I stood unmoving with my breathing heavy and my hair probably ruffled even more as I had been sleeping. I looked at him bewildered. Like a cannon had been fired and it had landed directly on me. I was in my underwear, and in my underwear underneath a bath robe. I looked over at myself and I looked over at him. Both of us underdressed. He was shirtless and only had trousers on. His chest huge and muscular, and his abs matching his frame in a way that lit me up. And if I

At the same time, I couldn't bring myself to stop worrying about his poor health. Was he eating well? Was he sleeping well? I hoped he wasn't in a lot of pain. On the night of the third day, I was asleep when I heard his voice in my dream. Then his sweet smell flooded my senses. I felt him hold me in his arms. "Did you miss me?" he asked. I chuckled, leaning into his arms. "This must be a dream," I commented. He planted a kiss on my temple. "What if it isn't a dream?" He asked. I was tempted to believe that it wasn't a dream. However, I knew better.