James woke up, bleary-eyed, and looked around the room on the tour bus. He'd just had the most amazing wet dream, it felt so real! At least, he thought it was a dream. Then everything came into focus, and James saw a clock reading eleven AM. He remembered the boys' mothers and manager would be at a meeting regarding their next album today, and the bus belonged to the boys until eight, when they had a concert.
James rose from the couch, suddenly remembering that was the exact place he'd fallen asleep at the end of the dream.
Woah, must have been my subconscious remembering that or something. Cool. James thought.
He got up, before stumbling around for a few seconds, leaning on the wall for support, then finally regaining his balance. He walked, albeit slowly, into the kitchen of the bus, where his three friends sat at the table, eating in complete silence, staring at their plates.
"Guys, I had this A-MAZ-ING wet dream last night, I didn't even need the bathro-" he stopped momentarily to adjust his pair of dark blue skinny jeans he'd fallen asleep in, they were getting awfully tight, "Room, how jealous are you?"
He then got three wide-eyed looks from around the table, before realizing.
"Oh shit. Oh shiiiit. That... Wasn't a dream, was it?" he said.
He got unanimous nods from the other three singers.
"Oh no. Oh nooooo. So you... heard? And... Oh god, I'm so sorry you had to..." James said, before moving around awkwardly in his tee, which was getting bizarrely tight as well.
"We, uh..." said Kendall. "Forgive you!" jumped in Carlos
"So we're cool?" said James, as he pulled his heels out of his Chuck Taylors, again, getting tight.
"Uh, yeah. Don't... let it happen again?" said Logan. Unbeknownst to the boys, Carlos was visibly disappointed at this.
Also unbeknownst to the boys, small but visible seams were ripping in the arms of James's shirt, around his shoulders and biceps.
"Cool, cool. Is... is anyone else really hot? Like, really really warm?" James said.
"I'm a little cold to be honest," said Kendall, in a long-sleeve sweatshirt.
"I'm just gonna... Okay?" said James as he peeled off his suddenly constricting shirt, revealing his magnificent chest, glistening with a small amount of sweat.
He sat down heavily on the couch, on the verge of passing out, and stared at the blank TV. He didn't notice the button on his jeans starting to strain, but he did notice how painfully tight they were.
Whatever, fuck it he thought, he slipped off his skinny jeans and Chucks, leaving him on the couch in his boxers, which were elastic enough that he didn't need to take them off, and good thing, he can't imagine how to explain that to the guys. He fell asleep.
The three boys looked at their sleeping friend, then unanimously decided he was begging for a little "alone time".
While is friends went to catch a movie, hoping they wouldn't have to sign autographs for screaming girls, pose for pics, etc., James slept, and while James slept, he grew. His unconscious form lay on the couch as his growth began to pick up steam, first starting in his feet, swelling three or four inches, then calves, swelling far beyond their already sexy size, to the size or grapefruits, then his quads, a deep ravine forming down the center of his leg, it moved to his abs, two extra sets moving underneath his six-pack, making a godly ten-pack, each ab was about the size of a baseball. The growth moved upwards to his pecs, swelling out and to the side, becoming thick rock slabs, then his biceps, triceps, and forearms, swelling immensely as well. These arms could crush stone with enough effort. His hair also managed to grow an inch or so longer.
Finally, it all collected in his cock. His cock had been absolutely astonishing beforehand, but now, flaccid, it was twice as long as it was before while hard, and three times as thick, and his balls swelled to orange-size, full of pure testosterone. His underwear literally exploded open with this ungodly gift, with a little help from his greatly swelled ass. His entire body felt like granite. He was nearly two feet taller.
This was all in the course of two hours or so, and James was just beginning to wake up as it ended.
He blinked rapidly, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, the clock from before now flashed one PM.
Before James was even fully lucid and able to take in his changes, Carlos's distinct laugh could be heard as the door to the bus burst open.
Carlos, being the first in, saw James in all his glory first. He stared as the rest of the boys came in, who proceeded to stare too.
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