The sun shined into my eyes as I woke up. I groaned and moaned, pushing myself up. I squinted and noticed a small hill under my covers. My eyes opened and I look to see where it was at. After I threw the covers off, my cock was right in front of me. Several inches hard and pushing my briefs up. I smiled and realized there was no dream. I had the same studly body. I leaped out from my bed and saw the mirror still there. I looked at myself in admiration. I posed, flexed, and turned to see the dream come true. Still wondering, does the mirror still work.
I gave a good flexing to my left arm and pictured it rising bigger than it should. Soon enough, the mass kicked in. My arm was twice as thick. I grinned. I did the same with the other arm, and my wish came to life. I was getting aroused. I walked closer to the mirror, gazing at it to see the clone with enormous pecs, pushing more than a foot out. My path below was wiped out by the flood of my chest. It rubbed against the mirror and continued to until I was pushing out a foot from it. My nipples were bigger than my chin. I gave a sexy grin to see my and my clone's chest keep growing, taking over the mirror's surface. I groped and touched the huge muscles and rubbed all over the mirror, enjoying it.
I stepped back to see how undistributed the muscle was. My chest heaved out as though it belonged to someone 5 times bigger than me. I looked to see my reflection with a bodybuilder body but with a colossal chest, wider arms, thicker legs, and a thicker neck. I had to savor this. I pulled up a chair and sat in front of the mirror. I made gestures like those in the magazines or in smut. My cock was soft by then and still it seemed it was lacking. I gasped seeing my clone's briefs retaining what looked like 5 baseball bats. It was hard and heavy as it pointed diagonally to the floor. The briefs barely held up as it they were exposing the base of the meat. I grinned wider and looked down. My cock was reaching out to the floor, perfectly straight.
It pushed out, one foot, then two, and it halted at three. It was as thick as Elephant's foot. I touched the white log to notice it was real. I squinted, clasping it, rubbing it, and squeezing it. I gave a look at the mirror once again and found something odd. I wasn't there, or was I? All there was was flesh, smearing the whole mirror. I couldn't make out what it was but I remembered what I fantasized. The chair broke and I was suddenly being pulled in every direction. I was still excited. I grew in the middle of the room. My shlong Now reached and touched the mirror. My briefs ripped from the seams.
The straps already flew off and the fabric was stretched so much that it socked my entire manhood. It didn't last. Rips and tears started appearing. My dick was hard and pushing against the wall. My back made it to the other side. My pecs were shaped like two workout balls. My butt pushed my up as they grew wider and rounder. My cock throbbed when the briefs flew off. I drooled to see it and started to tenderize it.I was lathered in sweat and the room sizzled with humidity. I groaned and moaned as my head and my chest reached the ceiling. The room was running low. My shaft forced against the wall and ceiling trying to grow out. I kept rubbing and it kept growing. It was growing wider and wider, filling with what I could imagine. I was about to blow, both myself, and the room.