The Reveries of Aaron Cooper, Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Aaron felt Courtney’s blunt question impact his body like a hard rubber mallet directly to his chest. Based on the trajectory of their conversation, Aaron had been expecting her to ask him how long he had felt attracted to bigger, taller women, and where he thought his fetish might have come from, or something more normal and mundane like that. He hadn’t been expecting her to come right out and ask him, point-blank, whether or not he felt like she was, in fact, superior to him. Of course, because of the implications of her question, and the mere reality that she had asked it, Aaron felt himself engulfed in a fresh, hot wave of arousal that flushed his cheeks and quickened his breathing, his already-erect cock twitching in his oversized shorts.

It was one thing to be sitting there on the lap of a voluptuous, curvy, gorgeous, 8’4 amazon, whose body was stretching out her purple sundress to its limits, and who was lovingly petting his back with her huge hand – but it was something else entirely to have those big, dark eyes trained down on his face, the power of a 284 IQ behind them, gauging his response to the most pointed and intense question he had ever been asked. Aaron felt like he had been stripped bare, with all the secrets of his sexuality exposed for Courtney to see. The sensation was shocking at first, but as the seconds passed by, and she blinked down gently at him, he remembered that this was the whole point of his previous wish: he wanted Courtney to help him work through his fetish, so that she – and he – could better understand how to make his dreams come true.

“I…I g-guess it depends on what you mean by…s-superior,” Aaron stammered out, finding it a bit difficult to speak in such an immense presence. But Courtney only widened her warm, affectionate smile as she blinked tenderly down at him, slightly speeding up her back rub while softly bouncing his little body on her knee. Aaron felt reassured by her kind disposition, especially in contrast with her cold, deadpan intimidation from a few minutes before – he knew that she had only been acting that way to push the boundaries, to induce a revealing reaction…which is exactly what had happened.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Courtney breathed down at him, her huge, gentle hand on his back turning him to liquid as she rubbed him lovingly up and down, “There’s no need to stutter – it’s just me.”

“I know, but…it’s…you’re…it’s different,” Aaron replied, managing to avert his eyes upward and stare into hers. He suddenly understood that he could feel totally safe in her presence if he was completely honest, and so he ventured on. “The way that you’re acting, that you’re looking at me…I can’t really, uh…put it into words. I know it’s still you, but everything is just more…um, more…”

“Intense?” offered Courtney, grinning.

Aaron let out a little chuckle in response and he shrugged his shoulders, almost apologetically. “Heh…I mean…yeah…”

“Just remember,” Courtney replied kindly, “That so much of what intimidates us in other people is our own projection – kind of ironic, isn’t it? Our minds form an idea of this other person, and then we get frightened into submission by our own creations! How silly, right?”

“Yeah, how…silly…” Aaron nodded, feeling like Courtney was doing everything she could to keep the conversation on his level. Since he was 4’1, she was already well over twice his height, and probably five or six times his weight, and now that her IQ had doubled, Aaron just couldn’t help but feel absurdly miniscule in her presence – in every way. Once again, he found himself unable to speak, and Courtney responded by cheerfully bouncing him on her knee a bit faster, encouraging him to open up.

“So you want me to define what I mean by “superior,” then?” she teased, tilting her head to the side as she stared at him steadily. “Okay, fine – I mean the basic definition that everyone knows: “higher in rank, status, or quality”...and I think we can dispense with the first two parts of the definition, since I’m not interested in “rank” or “status” – so what I was asking was…”

And here she twirled a long, strong finger, her manicured nail glinting in the afternoon sun, as she encouraged him to complete her sentence.

“So what you were asking was whether…I think that you’re, uh…”higher quality” than me,” finished Aaron, eliciting a bright smile and affirmative nod from Courtney. He could feel the hot blush coloring his face again. It was crazy – he had already gone through insane blowjob marathons with Courtney, Cassie, and Kristina, and been endlessly teased and tantalized and fucked and played with and boob-squished out the wazoo…and all the rest of it. But Courtney had just asked him this one simple question about the true, substantive comparison between them, and it was almost too much for him to handle. He swallowed nervously, but still managed to revel in this bizarre dream of a situation as Courtney continued to bounce him up and down on her knee. He knew what she was wordlessly conveying to him: that his body weight was nothing compared to her thigh, and that she could do this all day long.

“Y-Yes…” Aaron whispered, not even having the strength to raise his eyes to hers as he answered. Courtney didn’t slow down her calm, steady bouncing at all – she didn’t even hum or nod or give any indication that he had answered. She was waiting…waiting for him to say more. He almost didn’t want to continue; part of him felt like he had already revealed too much, and that it would be too humiliating and painful to keep going. This fetish that he had had for so long, almost as long as he could remember…it wasn’t all positive. It didn’t all feel good. There were aspects to it, some angles and implications, that were deeply disconcerting and unnerving to him. In the back of his mind, even before he discovered the diary, he had always wondered if it was healthy to be mentally indulging this fetish in the first place. When he had cum to the thought of being shorter, smaller, weaker, lesser – which is where his mind inevitably went, no matter what he was jerking off to – he had been washed away in an ocean of pleasure, but so often, the “post-nut clarity” weighed especially heavy on his mind. He didn’t actually want all these things to be true, surely.

‘But I do want them to be true,’ Aaron thought, looking down at his small, skinny legs on top of Courtney’s huge, full thigh. ‘I wanted them all to be true, and now…now they are.’ He finally found the strength to look up at Courtney, who was just staring at him patiently, waiting for him to continue. She had the merest hint of a smile on her face, and that, combined with the dark glimmer in her eyes, persuaded him to keep going.

“I DO think you’re…uh, “higher quality” than me…” continued Aaron, feeling so vulnerable as he spoke, like he was exposing his nerves to the air. “I think…that you’re j-just…just better than me in every way.”

Without her face changing at all, Courtney silently draped her big arm around Aaron’s shoulder, making his little body slouch with its weight, as she brought her free hand up towards his face. Her fingers spread wide, and she held her hand stationary there, a couple feet from his face, wiggling her long fingers. Aaron understood what she wanted him to do, and he brought his hand up to hers, nearly trembling as he did so. He was so aroused now that his hair was standing on end; it felt like there was electricity in the room. Their hands came together, and Aaron’s eyes widened at the ridiculous comparison. His hand was so small compared to hers that the tips of his outstretched fingers didn’t even cover all of Courtney’s palm. His fingers didn’t even come up to where hers began. Her palm alone was bigger, taller, and wider than his entire hand, fingers and all.

“Well,” Courtney said quietly, her deep, feminine voice almost purring with voluptuous intent, “My body is certainly so much bigger and stronger than yours, Aaron…in every category, in every conceivable way...I have you beat.” She pivoted her hand back and forth in place, causing his hand to do the same, as she tilted her head to the side, her eyes closely studying his face.

“Look at our hands together, Aaron,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving his face as she spoke, “Just look at them…”

“I…I am…” he nodded, barely even able to get the words out.

“Do you realize how tiny you are compared to me?” Courtney continued, her voice in that same murmur. “I mean, Aaron…I’m not even trying to be sexy right now. I’m just stating basic facts.”

“I–I know you are,” Aaron breathed. He was trying to anticipate what Courtney’s next move would be, just so he could try and steel himself and keep from cumming, but he knew that getting into her head was a tall order. And with each second that passed, she seemed to coolly, effortlessly tighten her psychic sexual grip around his brain. He was being squeezed in a mental vice, and it was only a matter of time before everything just popped.

“Here, baby,” cooed Courtney, once again using a tenderly intimate word to address Aaron, “Just a simple hand comparison isn’t enough. I know you’ve been around me and the other girls at our current sizes for a while now, but you’ve just been flying by the seat of your pants the whole time, haven’t you?”

Aaron nodded meekly.

“You haven’t had the chance to really…truly…understand how tiny you are compared to us,” Courtney continued. “And, you know what? I think you’ve almost been scared to hone in and focus on it. Standing next to us, sitting on our laps – even all the times we’ve blown you – it’s all been a kinetic whirl for you, one phantasmagoria after the next. You haven’t had the time, or the stillness, to just sit with me, or Cass, or Kristina, as we show you what exactly it is that you’ve wished for.”

With a jingle of silver bracelets, Courtney held out her forearm in front of Aaron, making a fist with her huge hand.

“Well….we have all the time in the world now, Aaron,” she purred, “And I’m going to show you just how miniscule your body is compared to mine. Come on, line up your forearm here…I want you to see.”

Aaron really was trembling now as he did as she asked, feeling the warm, firm flesh of her forearm meet his as he lined his arm up next to hers. The hand comparison had been absolutely cartoonish, but this forearm comparison…it was somehow even more intense. Her forearm was almost twice as long as his, but that wasn’t even the most astounding part – it was the sheer contrast between how thick and wide the two of them were. Courtney’s wrist and forearm looked at least twice as wide as Aaron’s, and…as he looked closer, he felt his heart quicken even more. Her arm HAD to be at LEAST three times as thick…

“C-Courtney,” Aaron panted out in a strange kind of whispered croak.

“Shhhhh, shh, no talking,” Courtney whispered back at him. “I want you to really look at it, Aaron…to take it all in. Look at the difference.”

Aaron hadn’t even known why he had just spoken her name, but as soon as Courtney had shushed him, he understood. He had been trying to escape the comparison; he had been trying to ask her, to beg her, for a reprieve…and she wasn’t going to give it to him. But this is all what he wanted, right!? He had wished for this exact size difference! So…why was it so hard for him right now to just sit there on Courtney’s lap and admire how tiny he looked!? As he blinked at her long, massive forearm, and concentrated on her thick, powerful wrist, he felt the gist of his resistance sinking in through his mind; somehow, Courtney’s gentle prods were guiding his brain to the answers. This extreme and purposeful size comparison, this deadpan, no-nonsense juxtaposition between the two of them, was so hard for him to stomach because, when it came down to it, Aaron actually felt ashamed of wanting this. He didn’t just want Courtney to be bigger or stronger – he wanted her to be better, superior…worth more…and just…higher up according to any possible standard.

All of this, of course, implied the frightening corollary: he wanted to be worse, inferior…lower according to all standards. Aaron didn’t know if he believed in God, but if he did, he wanted that God to prefer Courtney to him. He stared at the arm comparison. No…that wasn’t even it. His perverse desire actually went even further. He wanted Courtney to take the PLACE of a deity…he wanted to worship HER as his Goddess, as a superior entity who would dominate him over and over in a never-ending sensuous bounty of situations. He wanted to melt, to dissolve his pitiful little existence down into her warm, all-encompassing flesh, where she would surround him on all sides forever.

“Now ball up your hand in a fist,” came Courtney’s deep, velvety voice in his ear. “I want to see what happens when you flex.”

Aaron did, and there was practically no change to the size of his arm. He wasn’t quite a twig, but he was very skinny, and because of his recent weight loss, his arm really didn’t have much muscle or substance to its shape. Then Courtney balled up HER hand and flexed, and her forearm burgeoned and expanded in an impressive display of size and power. Her silver bracelets, which had already been tight on her wrist, were now actually pressing into her skin, causing indentations to form. She relaxed and then flexed it again, just to underline the absurdity of how big she was compared to him. Aaron noticed that a couple of her bracelets were now so tight around her wrist that they had practically disappeared into her flesh.

“You’re actually older than me, Aaron,” said Courtney in his ear, as she bent her head down and gently nuzzled the side of his face with her nose. “You’re older than all of us…and what do you look like, compared to me right now?”

“I look…l-like a little kid,” he whispered, barely even able to get the words out. “Like I’m j-just nothing compared to you.”

He felt her nose go back and forth against his face as she shook her head “no.”

“Uh-uh,” she countered in a whisper, her tone still deadpan and matter-of-fact. Somehow, her stoic tone was even hotter to Aaron than a sultry tone. It was like she knew she didn’t have to play up anything in the least – the simple reality was more than enough.

“It’s so much more than that, Aaron,” she continued, softly unrelenting, “So much more. It’s like we’re entirely different species, you and I.” Her head was tilted to the side as her eyes closely studied his face. “That’s what you’re thinking right now, isn’t it? Or…maybe it’s even beyond that. Maybe you feel so small, and so submissive compared to me, that you’re imagining me as a Goddess in the living flesh.”

Aaron’s lips parted and he looked up at her, hardly believing that she had just managed to read his mind. She was so smart and incisive, so intuitive and quick, that she had decided exactly what he had been thinking. He didn’t need to tell her she was one hundred percent correct; he didn’t even need to nod. They both knew that she had just hit the nail on the head.

Once again, Courtney didn’t press on with the humiliating talk. She let the sheer insanity of the size comparison, and the silent moment between them, speak for itself. For a full minute, she subtly turned and twisted her forearm in place, while Aaron copied her movements in order to ogle the comparison from every angle. The whole time, he felt like his temperature was rising higher and higher; the delicious humiliation of the crazy contrast between them was cooking him from the inside out, and he wondered how much more of this he could take before he spontaneously combusted in a hands-free orgasm.

Silently, Courtney held her forearm straight up, shaking her hand so that her jingling bracelets went as far down as they could; Aaron could see that they had barely even budged from her wrist…and these weren’t small, narrow bracelets by any means. He was only just beginning to wonder what one of them would look like on his wrist when Courtney, without him even having to ask, wrestled one of her bracelets free, having to squeeze it past her wrist and over her hand.

“Here,” she said softly, taking his wrist with her huge hand, “I want to see how my bracelet looks on your arm, Aaron.”

He was breathing hard as she slipped the silver bracelet around his wrist…or, more accurately, she put his wrist through the bracelet. There was so much room on all sides that it seemed like a ridiculous task to even have him “try it on” in the first place. Aaron blinked and moved his arm slightly downward, and the bracelet instantly slipped off his arm. Courtney, who seemed to have anticipated this exact thing happening, had her hand right there to catch it as it fell.

“Ooops!” she cooed, “Careful there, Aaron! It’s so huge on your arm that it slipped right off! Here, let’s try it again…just don’t angle your hand down like that, or it’ll come off again.”

Courtney slipped the bracelet on him again, and this time, Aaron made sure to angle his arm slightly upward, so that the bracelet would stay on. The problem, though, was that the bracelet instantly responded to the opposite incline by traveling rapidly up his arm. The next instant, it was right at his elbow, only prevented from going further up by the crook of his arm. It was obvious there was still plenty of room left – his upper forearm didn’t even fill up half of the empty space.

“Woww…” Courtney breathed, her sweet breath washing over him, “This is just crazy! Here, straighten your arm out. I want to see how far up it goes.”

Aaron did as he was told, embarrassed by how obviously he was now trembling with arousal. He straightened his arm out, again angling it slightly upward, and the bracelet swiftly slid past his elbow, past his bicep, and all the way up to his shoulder, where it was forced to stop. Courtney’s mouth dropped open, and she turned her eyes to meet Aaron’s as her eyebrows went up in delight. It was obvious that she had known this would happen, and was just hamming up her reaction for him…but from Aaron’s perspective that made it even hotter. Courtney extended a long finger and inserted it through the spare room left inside the bracelet, wiggling it around and around as she stared straight down into Aaron’s eyes, her mouth remaining open in theatrical amazement. There was still a good deal of room left, and the silvery tinkle of her nail against the silver sang out into the air.

“Not even close to filling it out,” murmured Courtney, the apparent gentleness of her voice belying the lusty gleam in her eyes. It seemed like even she was having trouble keeping herself under control. “I think we’re gonna have to try it on your leg, Aaron…”

As she spoke, Courtney lowered her big hand down towards Aaron’s bare foot, which was dangling off her lap. He felt his foot caught up in the hot, plush embrace of her hand as she palmed his sole, turning it over to show him how her hand was still a couple inches longer. Even Courtney, with her supernatural poise and intelligence, couldn’t keep the smirk off her face anymore, and she shook his foot with her hand, effortlessly jiggling his entire leg with her easy strength.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Courtney asked, still shaking his leg with one hand as she slid her bracelet off his upper arm. “Seeing how your little leg compares to my big, strong arm?”

Aaron nodded. “Yeah…” he replied simply, a bit of sheepishness creeping into his voice as Courtney’s beautiful lips began to crack into a full grin.

“That’s one of the defining characteristics of the fetish, isn’t it?” she prodded, her question once again not arising from any “dom” roleplaying, but rather from a genuine desire to understand.

“Uh…I…wh-what’s a defining characteristic?” Aaron asked, for the first time not quite able to keep up with where Courtney was going.

“Aheh, I’m sorry sweetheart,” she chuckled, shaking her head at herself, “I wasn’t being clear. I mean – even though we’ve already spent all this time comparing, there could always be more, right?”

“Oh…oh! Uhm, yeah,” Aaron replied, understanding now, “Yeah, that’s…I’d say that’s definitely one of the…you know, characteristics.”

“You can never feel too small, too short, too little, too weak,” continued Courtney, dandling her big bracelet in front of his face and shaking it playfully before slipping it easily over his foot. “Because every time you’re humiliated, dominated, or dwarfed by a comparison, it only intensifies the pleasure of your submission.”

“Y-Yes…!” moaned Aaron. His cock had been so hard for so long that a stain had appeared in the crotch of his oversized shorts; he was leaking precum through his pants, and Courtney hadn’t even touched him down there. He knew (and Courtney knew) that all she had to do was wrap her hand around the bulge of his cock, and that would be game over for him. She was playing the long game, though, aiming for an even more climactic and theatrical finish. Aaron could tell she was guiding him towards the final checkmating square, but he didn’t know when she would pull off the dizzying final combination that was already in motion. Every word she spoke, and his helplessly aroused reaction, was a confirmation for her about the intricacies of his fetish. She was learning, and edging him, and entertaining herself, all at the same time.

“Your size fetish is like compounded interest, then,” Courtney chuckled, slowly and purposefully sliding her bracelet up Aaron’s lower leg. The farther up she went, the bigger his eyes got. He had at least expected his upper ankle to fill out the bracelet, but there was still so much room left. He locked eyes with Courtney, and her eyebrows went up, as if to say, ‘Oh, you’re surprised, huh? You thought you were bigger!?’ He felt his groin lurch, and only a last-second and instinctive tightening of his sphincter muscles prevented him from losing his load right then and there.

“The smaller you feel, the more meager and inferior your body looks compared to mine,” persisted Courtney, now sliding her bracelet towards his calf, “The more intensely aroused you become. There’s no ceiling to your submissive lust, is there, Aaron?”

“N-No…” he breathed, barely holding on at this point.

“The only true ceiling is an orgasm,” hummed Courtney, her smile lengthening as she navigated her bracelet quite easily past his calf, encountering almost no resistance from his leg whatsoever. “And even that is only an abdication, an admission that you give up, and that you must be allowed to recharge for an even bigger explosion of submission later on.”

She widened her eyes at him in glee, her gaze going back and forth from his face to her bracelet as she slid it up towards his knee.

“That’s what an orgasm IS for you, Aaron…” Courtney kept going, calmly relentless in her pursuit of his climax. “A surrender.”

Courtney wasn’t even “pursuing” or “searching” for his climax – it was more like she was crafting it, bit by bit, like a work of art. His helpless mind and body were her raw materials, and the hot cum bubbling in his balls was going to be her final flourish on the canvas. Unable to even speak anymore, Aaron quickly nodded his head. She was right…she was right about everything. And, just then, her bracelet encountered its first real resistance as it pressed up against the bony protrusion of his knee. But Courtney just pursed her lips and, without even having to push too hard, navigated it left and right, and past his knee!

“It…it went past, Aaron,” Courtney whispered, staring at him in disbelief with wide eyes. Aaron didn’t even know if she was putting on a shocked act for him or not, but it didn’t matter. It was all so searingly hot that he felt like he might pass out if she kept at it. Courtney seemed to know exactly where his mind was, and she slithered her massive free hand up his back and neck to palm his entire head, turning it softly but firmly up to her so that he was looking her in the eyes.

“Flex that thigh, baby,” she cooed down at him, and he immediately obeyed, flexing his muscle as much as he could as Courtney continued to work her bracelet up and up until she finally met enough resistance to let go and have it stay stuck where it was – almost halfway up his thigh.

“Amazing…” she breathed. In a sudden, fluid motion, Aaron felt her huge body flex and jiggle as she rose up from her sitting position. At the same time, still palming his head, she lifted him up off her lap, using only one hand, and held him aloft in midair for an instant as his legs dangled like a marionette’s, a full two feet off the floor. Aaron’s entire body flexed and hardened from the shock of her effortless physical feat, but almost as soon as he began to actually register what she was doing, Courtney had lowered him back down to the floor, where he stood before her. Her huge, full, strong thighs were spread out on either side of him, and, staring straight forward, he saw that his eyes were directly even with the middle of her pussy mound, which looked swollen through her purple sundress. Up and up his eyes went, past her immense hands on her thick hips, and past the huge protruding breasts high over his head…until they finally found Courtney’s beautiful face, thanks to her leaning slightly over her breasts so that he could actually make eye contact with her. The elegant, alabaster length of her neck seemed to lengthen as she took a deep breath, inflating her chest as she rose up to her full height. Now only her dark, gleaming eyes were visible above her breasts.

“You’re so tense, sweetie…”

Aaron heard her voice come washing down over her breasts like a waterfall spilling out on top of his head.

“Relax, baby…just relaaaaaxxxx…”

Her deep voice was like a soft afternoon wind in spring, and Aaron felt his arms, legs, and torso relaxing in response.

ClllliiiinggggClingggClinggClingCling

Aaron didn’t even have to look down to know what that sound was. After he relaxed his thigh, Courtney’s bracelet had loosened up come clinging down onto the floor. He lost it. He couldn’t hold on any longer. His knees buckled, and he fell before Courtney onto his hands and knees, his entire body wracked with shivering spasms as his captive cock came and came and came in his pants. Courtney didn’t move. She just stood there, her dark eyes peering down at his abject little body as he gave her everything he had.

A little while later, after she had cleaned him all up, Courtney was sitting next to Aaron on his sofa, her huge arm draped around him as she casually crossed her big, creamy thighs.

“So,” she smiled down at him, “I think I’ve got a pretty good handle on what exactly your fetish is, Aaron…would you agree?”

“I think my answer is…yes,” he replied, and both of them laughed.

“Mhmmm, I think we have a bit more time before the girls get back,” Courtney mused, staring out Aaron’s living room window at the orange-red sun, which was just beginning to set on the horizon, “So I think it’s time that you and I discuss this little diary of yours.”