The Reveries of Aaron Cooper, Chapter 16 (Patreon)

Chapter 16

“So let me get this straight,” Kristina was saying as she, Cassie, and Courtney flanked Aaron on their way to the City Square from their parked cars. “You’ve made ALL women 7 inches taller…and 40 pounds heavier?”

“Mhm…yeah,” Aaron nodded, still feeling a strange sheepishness from the power he had exerted through his diary. Either way he turned, he saw the vigorous angle and sway of his friends’ hips, right around his eye-level. But the huge, smooth thigh of Kristina, which strained the confines of her turquoise sundress, was farther out ahead than the others’, as she was animated and leading the way; Aaron could tell from her tone that more was coming.

“But when it came to the three of US,” Kristina continued, gesturing to Cassie and Courtney with her huge hands, “You just…made us…”

“Giantesses!” laughed Cassie brightly, bouncing on her toes as she joined Kristina out ahead. Her yellow sundress, pulled taut by her luscious curves, mimicked and reflected the early afternoon sun.

“I think,” Courtney replied, looking amazingly luscious in her purple sundress, “That you mean “mini-giantesses,” Cass.”

“Huh?” Cassie asked blankly, whipping around so that her breasts and hips jiggled like jello. “Mini-giantesses? What’re you talking about?”

“Yeah, are you just, like, making up words now?” Kristina laughed.

Despite his persisting disorientation due to the whirlwind of things that had already happened that day, Aaron found himself smiling, and he glanced up at Courtney, only to realize that she was already grinning down at him, winking. Her giant hand reached down and playfully ruffled his hair (and Aaron was again shocked by how easily she palmed his head).

“Aaron knows what I’m talking about,” Courtney chuckled. “Maybe you two should do a little internet research on size kinks.”

“No, no, we’ll leave that to you,” Kristina returned, now walking with Cassie in front of Aaron and Courtney, so that he was treated to a panorama of twin asses that filled up his vision, bouncing and gyrating crazily with each step they took. Even though he had been seeing a good deal of these asses lately, Aaron still couldn’t wrap his mind around just how much flesh…how much weight…was in each cheek. Sure, he was now only 4’10, and probably only weighed around 100 pounds (if that!), but even still, those gigantic asses would have made anyone gape.

“See?” Kristina laughed, looking over her shoulder and prodding Cassie to do the same. “I don’t need to know all the special terms to understand what Aaron likes! Look at his little face! Our butts make him go cross-eyed!”

“Hahaha yes!” giggled Cassie, doing a little hop to send her ass cheeks into an overdrive of quivering flesh. “We’ll let you explain all the special terms, Courtney – it’s not complicated to us, though! Little guy like bigggggg sexyyyyy boooooties that are bigger than himmmm! Mmmm!!! Mmmmmm!!!”

She playfully backed into Aaron, who was suddenly pinned with his back to Courtney’s voluptuous hips, while Cassie humorously ground her giant ass into Aaron’s face, even going so far as to bend slightly at the knees and then straighten them out again, so that Aaron was actually lifted a few inches off the ground, his little feet dangling, totally suspended midair in between Cassie’s buttcheeks.

“Um…excuse me?” Kristina tutted, putting her hands on her hips as she tapped her foot impatiently. “I’m all for the ass-lifts, Cass…but I haven’t eaten in hours and I’m staaaaaarving.”

“Heheh me too…sorry!” Cassie laughed, giving her ass one more hulking shimmy before stepping forward and allowing Aaron’s feet to return to earth. “I just couldn’t resist.”

“But aaaanyway,” Kristina continued, giving Cassie a playfully reproachful look as the four of them continued walking toward the City Square, “What I had been going to say to Aaron before was that he made ALL women taller and heavier…but he made the three of US…well…a LOT taller and heavier.”

“And I think that’s just the most adorable part of it all!” Cassie smiled down at Aaron as they walked. “You grew all the women, yes, but you made your three female friends…” – and here she glanced at Courtney – “mini-giantesses!” Courtney nodded approvingly.

“Yeah, I just…I don’t know,” Aaron replied, as he felt Courtney’s huge, long fingers on his back, causing him to stumble forward a little. She had just accidentally bumped into him, even though she had intentionally slowed her pace down. But, at 8’4, her truncated stride was apparently still too much for Aaron.

“It just came naturally, I guess,” he continued, trying to walk a little faster as he felt Courtney’s fingers squeeze his shoulder affectionately. “Since you three were the ones I was around the most and…uh…you know…” He suddenly started blushing. He hadn’t intended to say what he had been about to say.

“We know…whaaaat?” Kristina prodded.

“Yeah come on!” Cassie grinned. “Spit it out, sweetie.”

“Well I kind of…um…I’ve kind of had crushes on all three of you,” Aaron said quickly, his voice a bit higher pitched than usual. He had never thought that he would have admitted such a thing to the three of them, but then again…why not, at this point? Surely it was now perfectly obvious that he had viewed them a bit differently than everyone else!?

“Awww, of course,” Kristina purred down at him, slowing down briefly to lightly hip-check him, which of course nearly caused him to topple over sideways. “And, being the sweet little sub that you are, you wished for all three of us to be so big, so tall, and so curvy, that we could effortlessly dominate you.”

“See, Kristina?” Courtney chuckled gently. “You DO know some of the kinky lingo!”

“What?” asked Kristina blankly. “What did I say?”

“You said “sub,” silly,” Courtney smiled. “That qualifies as kinky!”

“Well whatever, you’re the expert,” Kristina shrugged, sidling up to the Chicones Street Tacos food truck. “Anyway, we’re here, and I’m getting tacos, and no one is going to stop me.”

“No one would dream of standing in between you and tacos,” teased Cassie, bending down swiftly as she swept Aaron off his feet. “Here, you go first, and I’ll be right behind you with our little guy here. I can already tell he’s all tired out from trying to keep up with us…mini-giantesses.”

“You don’t have to keep saying it, Cass,” Courtney chuckled. Cassie bounced Aaron up against her huge breasts, winking at him as she gathered up his little feet in one of her massive hands and tucked them underneath her breasts.

“Just trying not to be a ditz!” Cassie smiled.

“Too late!” came Kristina’s voice, as she was bending down low to order her food from the attendant.

“In any case,” Cassie continued, ignoring Kristina’s comment as she turned to Aaron, “The really important question is…what’re you gonna get to eat?”

A few minutes later, the four of them were sitting on a bench on the City Square pavilion, enjoying their food. That is…the three girls were sitting on the bench. Aaron was squeezed in between the right and left thighs of Kristina and Cassie, who had both insisted that he sit on their lap. Courtney, in an effort to avoid an impending conflict, had suggested that he sit on BOTH of their laps, and they had readily agreed, seeing this as an opportunity to playfully bounce their thighs back and forth and turn Aaron into their little “leg puppet.” The afternoon sun was bathing the pavilion in a sea of warm gold, and all around, dozens of people were walking, jogging, biking, and skateboarding to and fro, giving the four of them a true taste of the new world that Aaron had wished into being.

“Holy FUCK that’s good,” muttered Kristina, right after wolfing down three chipotle shrimp and corn tacos (with lime and extra sauce!). She held three more tacos in her left hand, studying them closely. “And now…the only question issssss…” she continued, “Whether these carne asada tacos are gonna be just as good.”

“I mean, I know I eat a lot,” observed Cassie (who was only eating slightly slower than Kristina), “But I’ve gotta say, Kristina…your relationship with food is something else entirely.”

“Well look at those freaking M-cups or P-cups or whatever the hell size those things are on your chest!” Kristina exclaimed. “No way in hell I’m gonna have the biggest boobs, so I’ve gotta work hard to maintain the biggest ass!” She bounced her right ass cheek once against Aaron, which was enough to almost make him spill the coke in his hand.

“Woah there, take it easy!” Cassie laughed. “You’re gonna make Aaron spill his drink! We don’t wanna get him all sticky…” – and here she bent in close to him, lowering her head so that she whispered in his ear, her tongue tickling his earlobe at the end – “At least…not that way…”

Aaron shivered in pleasure, his cock rock-hard, as it typically was around these three. Kristina bounced her thigh a moment later, and Cassie responded by taking his coke away (making the can disappear entirely in her hand) and bouncing her thigh in a back-and-forth rhythm with Kristina’s. Aaron was now utterly focused on holding onto his kids-size pulled pork taco as his entire body was tossed to the right, then the left, and back again to the tune of the girls’ giggling laughter. Only after a minute or so did Cassie call an end to the game and pass Aaron back his drink. He noticed her looking closely at how his hand wrapped around the soda can, her green eyes blinking in fascination.

“...what?” Aaron grinned up at her.

“I just can’t get over it,” Cassie replied, her gorgeous eyes going wide as she shook her head slowly. “How absolutely tiny and precious you are. I mean…that’s a normal-sized can, right?”

Aaron nodded.

“Look at how big it looks in your little hands!” Cassie exclaimed, her voice completely earnest and gentle. “You can’t even wrap them all the way around! Now, if you take my hand…”

She reached out and slowly, sexily, engulfed both his hands, and the entire can, within the enclosing confines of her single hand. While she did this, she stared straight at Aaron, her face expressionless, gauging his reaction. All Aaron could do was gape and blink at the ridiculous size comparison, with his cock somehow seeming to swell even further in his pants.

“You love that, don’t you?” whispered Cassie down to him. “You love it when I make you feel soooo small…sooooo tiny…”

“Y-Yeah,” Aaron breathed, his face quickly turning into a furnace. Was she seriously going to make him cum in his pants, right out here in public, just by teasing him with a little hand comparison!? Slowly, lusciously, Cassie started squeezing her hand against his, then letting go, squeezing, then letting go, letting him feel the warm, gentle, overpowering pressure of her massive size against his. Cassie was usually bubbly and playful, but she had gone silent and expressionless…almost like she had become suddenly locked-in and determined…and the effect was that she somehow seemed even more alluring, even sexier, even more powerful.

‘Oh my god…’ thought Aaron as he looked up helplessly into her hard, green dominating eyes. ‘She’s really going to make me do it! She’s really going to make me cum just by squeezing my hand…oh god…oh god…!’

But fortunately (or unfortunately?), this little game didn’t continue, because Courtney interposed with a short, sweet, and decisive interruption:

“Time and place, Cass,” she chuckled. “Come on, we agreed before that we’d give him a little break! At least for the first part of the afternoon.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Cassie burst out, her face brightening once again into her typical jovial expression as she accidentally made Aaron crush his coke can a little before setting his hand free. “God, I know…like, that’s the second time I haven’t been able to help myself…” She suddenly bared her fingers like claws, her sharp manicured nails looking rather fearsome as she loomed over him ravenously. “You just make it so hard, Aaron!”

“Sorry!” he managed to laugh, earning himself a pinch on the cheek from Cassie’s huge fingers before all four of them turned back to the pavilion, taking in what Aaron’s “brave new world” looked like. From his perspective, Aaron could immediately notice that everything was different. To begin with, the average woman was no longer 5’6, but 6’1. This of course meant that a good number of women were substantially taller than 6’1, with all of the “taller” women, who had been between 5’10 and 6’0, now towering above the men at 6’5 to 6’7. A couple times, Aaron even noticed women who HAD to be at least 6’9 or 6’10…and he quickly realized that, not long before, they had “only” been 6’2 or 6’3. The absolute shortest women he saw were 5’7, or maybe 5’6. It followed, then, that most of the women were taller than their male partners, who still averaged around 5’9 or 5’10. Aaron hadn’t shrunk any of the men yet (aside from himself, of course), but the visual effect made it seem like every man had gotten substantially smaller.

“All the guys look so…puny,” Kristina muttered, putting away three more tacos in a couple bites.

“Well of course they do, to us,” Cassie replied. “You’re the shortest out of the three of us, and you’re freaking 7’9!”

“About that…” Kristina said slowly, turning down ominously to face Aaron, “I can’t help but notice…Aaron…that you made ME the shortest! Why is THAT, I wonder?”

“I…I can explain, really!” he exclaimed, suddenly feeling a bit worried as he started talking fast. “I don’t…that is…I don’t really know how it started, but…but for some reason early on I j-just…I just got fixated on your ass, and m-making it bigger and bigger and…I–I don’t know, it seemed like I had to, you know, balance that out with giving Cassie bigger boobs and making Courtney taller, and –”

“Hey,” Kristina grinned, putting her big hand down on his knee, covering it (along with half his thigh) completely. “Relax. You know I’m just joshing you, right? Although…it IS nice to hear that you had a good reason.”

“Well there was a, uh…you know, a method to the madness, I guess,” Aaron chuckled, breathing a sigh of relief. He knew that Kristina especially loved teasing him, but sometimes he just couldn’t help being intimidated by the intense energy she directed his way. She was just so enormous and strong compared to him that his primal instincts could take over very quickly.

“Mhm, there definitely was a method, Aaron,” Courtney mused, looking around at all the people passing by. “I see that you’ve made all the women – what did you say it was – 40 pounds heavier?”

“Yeah,” Aaron nodded. “I realized that if I just made them taller, then, you know…everyone would kinda look like string beans.”

“Mmmmm, and we KNOW how much you appreciate curves,” Cassie purred, jostling her hip against him, and making him sink deeper down in between her and Kristina’s thighs. He was slowly getting swallowed up, but he didn’t mind.

“The effect worked rather well, I think,” Courtney observed. “All the women look a few inches taller, and a few pounds heavier, than the men. And, you know, to the three of us, Aaron, to everyone except you, this is how it’s always been. We don’t see anything strange about any of this.”

“I know…” Aaron responded, nodding, still finding it difficult to grasp the power that his diary had over not just the bodies of everyone in the city, but their minds as well.

“Heh, you must be freaking out right now,” Kristina chuckled, “Finally seeing your fantasy manifest in real life.”

“It’s…been insane,” Aaron acknowledged, still feeling like he was understating the reality.

“Did women seriously used to be so tiny!?” Cassie asked. “Like, 5’6, 130 pounds!?”

“You used to be 5’4, actually,” Aaron blurted out, amazed that he could still remember a time before the diary.

“What!?” Cassie cried, turning down to face him as her giant thigh flexed involuntarily into his body. “I used to be 5’4!?”

“Mhm,” Aaron nodded, unable to suppress a smile. “The same height I used to be.”

“And what about me, hmm?” Kristina asked. “How tall did I used to be?”

“Uh…you’re not gonna like this,” Aaron began, still smiling, “But you were…5’2.”

“Psssssshshhhhhahahahaha!!” Kristina burst out, laughing and slapping her thighs so that they jiggled crazily. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

“Nope, it’s the honest truth,” Aaron declared. “I was always pretty short for a guy, which only kinda made my fetish…uhm, I don’t know…better and worse at the same time. Like, it was good because a bunch of girls were already taller than me, right? But it was worse because…well…I couldn’t get away from it. Everywhere I turned, it was staring me in the face, so it was tough to, uh…forget about it. So it became this kind of obsession.”

“You poor thing,” Cassie murmured genuinely, reaching down to pet the back of his head. “A 5’4 guy with a size fetish in a world where most women are bigger and taller than you…and based on what you told us before, no way to really talk about it or act on it.”

“Because you told us too that guys used to be expected to be “masculine,” which basically meant “dominant,” right?” asked Kristina.

“Heh, I always thought “masculine” meant “submissive,” actually,” said Cassie. “You know? Like men who embrace a woman’s strength, men who submit themselves to being overwhelmed by a woman’s body, who get off to a woman riding them, or topping them….mmmmmm, soooo sexy! That’s masculine!”

“I…heh, I just can’t emphasize enough how…crazy this all is,” Aaron laughed, shaking his head. “Because how things were before…it was literally the opposite.”

“Ugh, so things really were extra tough for you!” Kristina said. “Imagine the pressure to act all dominant when you were 5’4…AND had a submissive size fetish!”

“Yeah it was…pretty hard, sometimes,” admitted Aaron, “But, like, I don’t wanna pretend it was just total hell or something. I had the internet, after all…so I mostly just lived out my fantasies online, looking at pictures, renders, art, reading stories…”

“Oh my god, guys actually wrote stories about all this stuff!?” Cassie laughed.

“And a few girls too, actually,” smiled Aaron.

“Oh is that right?” came Courtney’s curious voice. “Some girls were already into the size fetish too? Before any of your wishes?”

“A few of them, yeah,” said Aaron, “But I’m pretty sure they were outliers. Most women really didn’t like the idea of being bigger than men…like, at all.”

“Damn…” Kristina muttered incredulously. “Crazy! What an upside-down world!”

“I was originally the tallest out of the three of us,” Courtney asked suddenly, arching her back luxuriously as she looked down at Aaron. “Wasn’t I?”

“Uh…haha, yeah…you actually were,” Aaron chuckled. “You were 5’7, before any of this started.” He paused, looking up at her searchingly. “How did you know?”

“I just kinda figured,” she replied, shrugging. “You’ve been so methodical in your wishes so far that it would make complete sense if you kept our heights more or less what they had proportionally been before. I’m not sure you even realized that you were preserving an aspect of the “old order” in your wishes, but that’s what you were doing. Probably because so much was already changing around you, and you subconsciously realized that you didn’t want to handle even more change, so you kept our height spread the same.”

“Gosh, Courtney,” Aaron gaped, “I…I think you’re right. Heh, geez, making me seem more rational than I felt!”

“We’re all more rational than we feel,” Courtney observed meaningfully.

“Ooookay, let’s come back to earth,” Kristina sighed, rolling her eyes.

“But I think she’s right!” Cassie exclaimed.

“Duh, of course she’s right!” Kristina returned. “She’s Courtney! We all know she’s on a different plane from the rest of us. But no matter how deep she gets, I’ll always remember that she was 5’7!”

“Mmmm, look who’s talking,” Courtney replied coolly, her eyebrows suddenly going up in a rare moment of animation. “It’s the 5’2 girl!”

Kristina stuck her tongue into the inside of her cheek as she grinned mischievously, obviously sporting for combat. But it never came, because they were interrupted by a group of three young women who had sidled up to the foursome’s bench. They all looked to be between 6’2 and 6’4, slightly taller than the current average woman, and their tight jeans shorts and crop tops did plenty to show off their ample curves. Aaron estimated that all three of them probably weighed well over 200 pounds.

“I’m sorry,” said one of the women, a blond, who was also the tallest of the group, “But we just couldn’t help but notice how freaking…majestic the three of you look.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you three get this all the time,” added another one of the women, a brunette, “But you guys are, like…the ideal that we’re all shooting for, haha!”

“Haha well thanks!” laughed Cassie, bouncing a little on the bench (and making it groan out in protest). “We do what we can!”

“Mainly eating a shitton,” Kristina interjected, causing everyone to laugh.

“And I have to say,” the blond added, pointing a manicured finger straight at Aaon, the bracelets jingling on her arm, “That you all match perfectly with your adorrrrrable little friend there.”

Aaron immediately felt his body descend a few inches from the pressure of both Cassie and Kristina putting a hand on his shoulder. He knew this was, in a way, a protective gesture from them, but then again, what did they have to fear!? Even in this new world of towering women, they were absolutely gigantic in comparison.

“How sweet of you to notice him,” Courtney smiled at the woman. “But he isn’t our friend.”

“Oh? But…he’s not?” asked the blond, puzzled. Her two friends glanced at each other uncertainly.

“No,” Courtney replied matter-of-factly. “He’s our boyfriend.”

Aaron’s heart skipped a beat as he felt Kristina and Cassie begin slowly massaging his shoulders. In a way, he felt like he shouldn’t have been so surprised that Courtney had bluntly stated what was, more or less, plainly obvious. But for some reason, even after all this time, he had never really stopped to consider that the four of them were, in every sense, in a kind of foursome relationship, with Aaron being the center of their sexual attention…though with Cassie and Kristina definitely harboring some sexual energy for each other (which usually manifested in their playful bantering). But hearing Courtney announce this aloud had a certain emotional effect on him, and he looked back at the blond woman, unsure of what expression he should have on his face. But with Courtney’s announcement, and with Kristina and Cassie rubbing him like that, it was difficult to stifle a sheepish grin.

“Oh damn,” replied the blond, her eyes going wide as she blinked in surprise, “Your boyfriend!?”

“All of yours!?” asked the third woman, also a brunette, the shortest in the group at around 6’2, as she circled her finger around to the whole group.

“All of ours,” Courtney repeated, nodding. She reached out her hand and gently stroked Aaron’s cheek with her huge finger. “We count ourselves pretty lucky, don’t we, girls?”

“Lucky is an understatement!” Cassie laughed.

“No one has any idea,” intoned Kristina, “How lucky we all are.”

“Well gee, that just…ha, that just makes it even better!” laughed the blond, as her two friends similarly brightened with interest. “Our boys are adorably small, but nothing like youuuu, sweetheart!”

Aaron blinked at the blond’s words directed at him, feeling almost objectified by her tone. But it was clear from the casual manner of her speech that none of the other women thought there was anything unusual or untoward in the way that she was speaking. Aaron found himself wondering if this was how most women talked about most men now.

“So all three of ya’ll have boyfriends?” asked Courtney calmly. “And you said they’re tiny?”

“Mhm, yep,” nodded the blond, “We kinda lucked out too – they’re precious! None of them are above 5’5.”

“Nice and skinny too,” added the first brunette, “Just how we like em’.”

“Bet you three had to fight off a bunch of other girls with a stick to score them, huh?” chuckled Courtney. Aaron, Cassie, and Kristina all turned to look at Courtney, a bit confused. She never talked like this…but it quickly became clear that she had some sort of agenda she was pursuing.

“Oh god, you wouldn’t believe,” sighed the blond, “Haha, the jealous glances we get all the time…but I bet you three would believe it, after all! No telling how you managed to bag this little cutie without tearing each other apart!”

“It took a lot of…self control,” smiled Courtney, winking at Aaron. “And, of course, a realization that the three of us could do things to him that would have been unimaginable before.”

“Holy shit!” exclaimed the blond, as the two brunettes mimed fanning themselves to cool off, “That’s…you…heh…wow – are you trying to turn us on right now?”

“Yes!” chuckled Courtney simply.

“Well…it’s working, god damn!” the blond laughed, turning to her friends. “Uh, I don’t know about you two, but I think we better get back to the condo – it’s not safe being this aroused out in public. Let’s surprise the boys while they’re making dinner!”

“Sounds like a plan…fuck!” breathed the first brunette, her cheeks visibly flushed.

“Do you all have, like…a website or something?” ventured the second brunette. “Because, if you did…like…we’d all three subscribe in a heartbeat.”

“Everyone would!” nodded the blonde. “Can you imagine!? They’re like…the fantasy come true!”

“Well no, we don’t have a website,” grinned Courtney, as her eyebrows went up at Aaron, “...yet.”

“Well when you do, please let us know,” said the blonde.

“Sure, here, let me get your numbers,” trilled Courtney, whipping out her phone.

“Oh gosh, where are my manners?” the blonde laughed. “I’m Willow, that’s Stella, and that’s Lucy. Damn girls, and here I thought WE were the badass female gang…holy shit…”

After an exchange of numbers and some more friendly banter, the three women departed, leaving Aaron and the girls staring off after them, as the deepening sun began to tilt toward the horizon.

“That Willow girl…” mused Kristina, “She was walking on thin ice at first with me…until I realized that she wasn’t disrespecting us by talking to Aaron that way.”

“Yeah, it was more like a status thing for her!” agreed Cassie. “She…admired us! It was like she was fangirling!”

Cassie stuck her chest out proudly, taking Aaron’s hand in hers and squeezing it as she smiled down at him. “That felt pretty great, to have another chick ogle us like that!”

“Did you see her before she walked up to us?” Courtney ventured.

“No, had you noticed her before?” Kristina asked.

“Mhm, I was watching her for about 20 minutes before she worked up the courage to come talk to us,” Courtney replied. “She and Stella and Lucy were all three whispering together and texting…and I’m pretty sure one of them even took a few covert pictures of us. No doubt they sent them to their other friends, or their “boys” at home. And those three weren’t the only ones – a bunch of women were eying us, but those three were the only ones with the guts to come up and talk to us.”

“But…shouldn’t you all look normal to them?” Aaron asked confused, “Since, in their minds, that’s how things have always been?”

“Haha, think about it, Aaron,” said Courtney gently, “Even if, to these people, we’ve always been this huge, there’s still nothing normal about us.”

“Yeah, you made us into curvy amazonian freaks of nature,” remarked Kristina dryly, smacking her ass so that it wobbled crazily. “Thanks a lot!”

“Think of it like this,” advised Courtney, “In former times, a group of men working up the courage to go up to a huge 8’0 bodybuilder, or in this case, a group of huge 8’0 bodybuilders, just to say how much they admired how they looked.”

“Yeah, okay, I…I guess that would definitely happen,” nodded Aaron, suddenly getting an image of what Muscle Beach looked like right now…except the jacked men were replaced with jacked women. Even with this delicious image, he couldn’t get his mind to focus. The recent impromptu encounter with Willow, Stella, and Lucy was making his head spin – more than anything else, it was their attitude that was a noticeable change from how the world had been before. The way Willow had talked, about him, about their “boys” back at their condo…it was like the power dynamics of male-female relationships had flipped. Looking around at the couples on the pavilion, a select few of them had looked relatively “normal” (in the old, pre-diary sense of the word), with the man and the woman more or less even in height and size, occasionally with the man even being bigger or taller. But more often than not, the women were now the ones who were bigger and taller…and not just that, but the way that they moved in relation to their male partners was noteworthy. Aaron couldn’t really put his finger on it, but it was a variety of subtle behaviors, like the woman being the one to hold her partner’s hand, or the woman instigating a kiss or a cuddle…it was all so subtle, and yet, even from just spending a couple hours out on the pavilion, Aaron could tell that, even though he hadn’t wished for any mental changes in the female population at large, his wishes to make them bigger than the men had ended up creating some unforeseen alterations, both in their minds and in the culture at large.

“Pretty wild, huh?” Courtney grinned down at him, suddenly standing up.

“Where’re you going?” Kristina asked.

“We’re going back to Aaron’s apartment,” Courtney declared. “Can’t you see his head is spinning?”

“Awww, honeyyyy,” Cassie cooed, petting the side of his face as she housed him up next to her gigantic breasts, holding him in one big, strong arm like a child.

“To be honest, my head is kinda spinning too,” Kristina said, standing up as well.

“Mine too,” Courtney nodded. “Which is why I know what Aaron should wish for next.”

Aaron, Cassie, and Kristina all looked up at Courtney expectantly, but the 8’4 beauty only flashed them a furtive smile.

“But first thing’s first,” Courtney declared. “As soon as we get home…the two of you are going to strip down…and Aaron is going to lie in between your tits…” – and Courtney issued forth her huge tongue, licking her lips slowly as her dark eyes bearing down into Aaron’s soul – “And I’m going to suck his little balls dry.”