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The following morning, I woke up with a very pleased smile on my face. I groaned quietly, happily stretching out on the bed. I'd had a great dream last night where I was knee-deep in a huge orgy with all the girls I'd spoken to the previous day. Aside from a fairly unsurprising case of morning wood, once again I felt like my muscles were just packed with power. They felt as tense and as strong as the previous morning.

I pulled my knees to my chest and calmly thrust myself up onto the edge of the bed. I scratched the back of my head and thought for a moment as I smacked my lips. Why did I feel so strong? Was it seriously my imagination getting the better of me or was I somehow bulking up without doing anything? Again, my arms looked just the same as they ever did but I just had to know what the deal was.

Curious, I stood up and walked over to my computer desk. That wooden thing was stuffed with so many books and games and, of course, the heavy computer itself that it weighed an ungodly