“Hello? Sam? You awake in there, buddy?” Zeke called out from the hallway.
“Fuck, it was a dream,” Sam grunted then laughed.
“What’s that?”
Hearing Zeke’s voice, Sam suddenly thought of the last image in his dream, of him staring up at the huge pecs and face of his buddy. So frightening, and yet… Sam stopped himself, noticing the tent in his shorts, realizing he was hard as a rock. Was that from Zeke…? No, no, he shook his head. It must’ve been from all the muscle growth. Mmmm, muscle growth… Just thinking about it made him twitch.
“Hey Sam, you okay in there?”
“Fuck, dude. You still out there? What gives?”
“Hey, dude, you’re the one who told me to wake you up before dinner! It’ll be ready in about 15.”
“Allright already…” Sam grumbled as Zeke ambled down the hallway and stairs. Sam’s thoughts returned to his dream. Oh yeah, that muscle growth…
Sam turned and looked on the dresser, eyeing the jar of pills from Dr. Rice. He smiled, wondering if those pills really worked.
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