Starting to feel himself drifting off to sleep as he laid out on his couch, Justin positioned quite a few pillows underneath his head for his comfort. Of course, for a model with a resume as large and a wallet as thick as Justin’s, you could afford the finest quality pillows. Nice, soft, sturdy pillows you could just drift to sleep on. Like little clouds floating around the atmosphere is what the ad said on the television, although Justin had no idea what those words meant, but he agreed that they were just perfect to sleep on.
As he repositioned himself. he heard a few sounds of rips and tears, but paid them no mind since they weren’t that loud. Continuing to shuffle around until he was comfortable, Justin could swear that he saw his pecs… inflating? Figuring that it was just an illusion from his tired eyes, he shrugged it off and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
His eyes had not deceived him. Justin’s pecs were growing! As he slept, his pecs raised further and further with each breath, beginning to become large enough to cause tears in the fabric of his shirt with their unwavering growth. The tears of his shirt began creeping down, exposing his already tight abs as they grew tighter as another row of abs appeared beneath his swelling pecs, bringing the count to eight impressive slabs of muscle on his torso. Snoring away, Justin was completely oblivious to his body’s growth. His neck thickened even more as his shoulders bulged out wider and rounder.
His feet were already large to start with, but even they too were growing bigger as Justin was transforming into a god in his sleep. What was about a size twelve to start with was growing further in his black ankle sock, ripping the thread out as his feet grew in his doomed socks. His toes eventually erupted from their cloth prisons and still showed no signs of stopping their growth yet.
His thighs were just decimating his tight jeans as they just grew stronger and thicker. His legs practically had his acid washed denim jeans begging for mercy and rips and tears began to form at his hips, traveling down to his kneecaps as his calves swelled bigger and stronger, looking as if a ripe cantaloupe was embedded in his legs. His jeans finally gave out, losing the battle for dominance against the growing leg muscles they once held inside, but his growth still had no signs of stopping. His legs grew longer and his hands grew in accordance with the rest of his body.
There was no part of Justin that wasn’t growing. Even his already sizable bulge in his underwear was growing. Although he’d never measured himself, Justin estimated that he was at least six or seven inches… whatever that equaled to, he didn’t know. But he liked the sound of it. Now his member was growing longer and thicker with the rest of his body, now reaching to about his mid-thigh. Although he’d never be able to guess its length now, it was far beyond a meager six or seven inches he’d assumed before.
Justin just kept sleeping away on the couch as he just continued to grow even more. The couch he was sleeping on began to creak and groan from the weight continuously being added on top of it. In his dreams, Justin just seemed to be recounting the events of the day, but with his own egotistical spin on it. As he sat in the waiting room at the doctor’s laboratory, everyone was just staring at and ogling Justin. The other patients fanning and massaging him, bowing and kissing at his feet like a god. All the nurses clinging to his pumped up biceps, trying to earn his favor. Two particularly caught his eye in reality, so they were the ones closest to him in his fantasy. One nurse being a perky blonde woman with her hair loose in a back-length bob cut and the other nurse being a tall, thin brunette male with his long hair tied up into a bun. The nurses fawned over him as the patients in the waiting room threw themselves to the floor underneath him to allow him to step on them instead of the dirty floor as he walked back to see the doctor.
In his fantasy, Jerome was just babbling some nonsense about how he loved Justin and would love the opportunity to worship him. Nothing out of the ordinary for the tanned Hawaiian hunk. As Jerome gave him the shot with whatever… syrup? was in it, he was practically pawing all over Justin’s magnificent body until his appointment had ended.
As he dreamed the adoration of the crowds near him all day long, there was a loud BOOOOM!! in the real world.
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