Dreams Do Come True 3 (Patreon)

Marshall felt so invigorated as he savoured his newfound strength, slowly slipping into his clothes. However, today, they clung to him tightly, a stark contrast to yesterday's comfortable fit. He relished his breakfast, astounded by his increased appetite. He devoured 4 succulent rashers of bacon and 6 hearty eggs, a feat he never thought possible just a day prior!

As Marshall strutted down the street, his heart filled with a newfound sense of accomplishment, his thoughts turned towards his own invincibility. With a flick of his left arm, he proudly displayed the impressive bicep. His eyes glimmered with pride as he gazed upon the perfectly round, tennis ball-sized peak of muscle that bulged out from his arm. Unable to resist, he flexed his chest muscles, marvelling at how they rippled and shifted beneath his polo shirt. The two massive slabs of muscle that made up his pecs pushed his shirt outwards formidably.

There was half an hour before the first class of the day at 9am so Marshall, having walked to school, needed to pee. Unbeknown to him, Charlie and Rowan had spotted his white and green polo, something Marshall wore almost daily and followed behind him…

Marshall was washing his hands in the school bathroom when Rowan and Charlie comforted him. Somewhat taken aback and for a moment thinking they had mistaken Marshall for somebody else due to his size, they then pushed him against the wall and demanded that he give them his lunch money. Marshall tried to stand up for himself, but despite being bigger and stronger, they continued to intimidate him, making him feel scared and helpless. Marshall wanted to fight back, but he knew that wouldn't solve anything. He tried to reason with the bullies, but they just laughed in his face and pushed him over, “Who cares you had a growth spurt? You don't scare us!” They taunted him, “You’re still a little bitch!” Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bullies got bored and left. Marshall was left alone in the bathroom, feeling shaken and humiliated. He wished he had someone to talk to about what had happened, but he was too embarrassed to tell anyone. For the rest of the school day, he found he couldn’t concentrate at all, all he could think about was how much his legs hurt, and if he tried hard enough to dream about growling his muscles again, would it happen again that night… He would soon find out!