The Reveries of Aaron Cooper, Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

“I can’t believe we’re about to do this,” Kristina murmured, staring hard at the open diary on Aaron’s lap as he hovered his pen over the blank page. He was sitting on his sofa in the living room, squeezed right in between Kristina and Cassie, with their warm, fleshy hips and thighs rising up on either side, higher than his elbows. Courtney was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of them, her back straight as her large manicured hands rested on her knees. Her eyes were fixed on the pen in Aaron’s hand, and, in contrast to her typical poise and serenity, Courtney looked tense…almost nervous.

“We’re not about to do anything,” Cassie corrected Kristina, talking easily over Aaron’s head, since, sitting down, his head only came up to the middle of their huge, protruding breasts. “Aaron’s the one who agreed to Courtney’s idea…” – and here she reached down and began softly scratching that back of Aaron’s head with her fingernails – “And he’s the one who’s gonna make it happen…the rest of us are just along for the ride.”

“Well duh, I knew that,” Kristina replied, rolling her eyes, “I just meant, like…Courtney’s already super-smart. What’d you say your IQ was again, Courtney?”

“142,” muttered Courtney mechanically, still staring straight ahead at the pen in Aaron’s hand.

“Yeah so, I mean, that sounds pretty high to me,” Kristina nodded, “And Aaron’s about to double it?! Like, what’ll that even look like??”

“We’re about to find out,” Cassie smiled. Unlike Kristina and Courtney, she didn’t seem to be remotely concerned about the plan. Still gently scratching the back of Aaron’s head, Cassie turned her eyes back to Courtney, and her sunny disposition dimmed, if only a bit, as she looked over Courtney’s face.

“Are you okay?” Cassie ventured, a touch of uneasiness creeping into her voice. “You look…uhm…I don’t know…”

“Nervous!” Kristina cut in. “You look nervous!”

“Heh, I guess I am, a little,” Courtney chuckled good-naturedly, tapping her palms on her knees. “Sorry, I don’t mean to make you guys worry, it’s just…yeah, like you said, Kristina…I still can’t quite wrap my mind around what’s going to happen.”

“But that’s exactly why I’m about to do this, right?” Aaron spoke up, feeling very tiny in between the thick, meaty thighs of Kristina and Cassie on either side of him, and loving every bit of it. “So you can actually…you know…get your head around this diary and…and –”

“And help you manage your wishes,” nodded Courtney, closing her eyes, like she was steadying herself, “Mmhmm, yes, that’s exactly right, Aaron. I know that this is the right thing for us to do right now.” Her eyes opened again, and their dark irises were sparkling with amused self-deprecation. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not still a little bit nervous. This is my brain we’re talking about.”

“Oh I hope it doesn’t change you too much!” Kristina exclaimed, rocking back and forth on the sofa, her huge hip smacking into Aaron and causing him to careen sideways into Cassie’s thigh. “Like, yeah, you’re such an annoying know-it-all and stuff, but…”

Kristina fell uncharacteristically silent, and Courtney leaned forward a little in her sitting position, smiling ironically.

“But…what?” she prompted.

“But…I…I like you just the way you are,” Kristina finished quietly, shrugging self-consciously, like she was a little embarrassed to admit what she had just said. Cassie reached her hand up over Aaron, her breast jiggling into his face, and she felt Kristina’s forehead with the back of her fingers.

“Do you have a fever or something?” Cassie asked, feigning concern. “I’ve heard that personality changes are a sign of delirium.”

“Oh quit it,” Kristina snapped, smacking Cassie’s hand away. “I just hope this plan doesn’t backfire or…change her too much. The three of us work so well together. Heh, I hate to say it, Cass, but I think you and I have gotten used to Courtney keeping us in line.”

“Mmmm yes, it’s quite nice, isn’t it?” purred Cassie, running her fingers through Aaron’s hair one last time. “We get to be the big-titted, fat-assed kids who have all the fun.”

“Yes, and in turn,” finished up Courtney with a determined smile, “The two of you are happy to cede all the important decisions to me…exactly like this one. Go ahead and do it, Aaron.” In a humorous kind of spasm, Courtney bounced up and down in her sitting position, the top of her head scraping 5’0 as she did so. “I’m starting to get antsy.”

“Okay…so…uh, here goes,” Aaron smiled at Courtney, his pen still poised over the blank diary page. His heart had started beating quite fast, no doubt spurred on by the pulsating, beating rhythms that he felt in the thick hips squeezing him on both sides – Kristina and Cassie’s hearts were racing as well. With Courtney watching intently, Aaron carefully lowered his pen onto the page and wrote, carefully and cleanly:

“I want Courtney’s IQ to double.”

An instant later, Courtney uttered a small moan, and Kristina, Cassie, and Aaron all immediately snapped their eyes up to look at her. She was still sitting in the same position on the floor, but now she was leaning forward slightly, her lips parted, with her dark eyes widening and staring straight forward. The other three were so intent on watching Courtney that they hardly even registered that the words Aaron had written down were now glowing red on the page. Courtney was breathing heavily now, and her wide eyes had started darting around the room, almost like she had been suddenly and disorientingly transplanted into Aaron’s living room from a different world. After a few more seconds of this, Courtney closed her mouth and shut her eyes tightly, straightening back up in her sitting position and breathing in deeply through her nose…then letting her breath out in long, calming exhales. For about a couple minutes she just sat there like that, breathing deeply with her eyes closed, and no one wanted to disturb what was clearly an attempt to reconsolidate her mind.

“Courtney…?” ventured Cassie after a while, her big hand on Aaron’s back as she leaned forward anxiously. “Are you alright?”

“Mhmmm…” Courtney nodded, her head going slowly up and down as her eyes remained closed. Her voice sounded encouraging, almost like she was savoring a truly delicious dessert. Aaron looked up and made eye contact with Cassie, then turned to look at Kristina. All three of them shared a look of partial relief, even if they still weren’t sure how this was going to turn out.

“So…did it work?” Kristina blurted out after a few more seconds of silence. “Do you feel smarter?”

Courtney opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again after seeming to reconsider. A few moments later, she tried again.

“I feel…dumber, actually,” Courtney said, her voice somehow even calmer, deeper, and more velvety than before, as she continued to keep her eyes closed. “Like I’ve just been tossed into the driver’s seat of a car that was already going 100 miles per hour.”

“Huh…well that…that makes sense, kinda, right?” Kristina asked, looking around at Cassie and Aaron for some support. They both nodded, their eyes not straying from Courtney’s face. Aaron began to feel sorry for her, since it was obviously taking some effort for Courtney to handle whatever was happening inside her head. He found himself intensely hoping that she would open her eyes sooner rather than later.

“So, uhm…let’s test it,” Kristina said impatiently, standing abruptly up from the sofa and striding over to where Courtney was sitting. With her revealing turquoise dress stretched over the wide, jiggling expanse of her huge hips and colossal ass, Kristina crossed her arms underneath her big, squishy breasts as she stared down at Courtney. Even though Kristina was 7’9 in her bare feet, Courtney’s sitting height came all the way up to the middle of Kristina’s stomach.

“What’s…uh, I don’t know…281 times…96?” Kristina asked challengingly. “Do that in your head.”

“The thing is,” Courtney continued, suddenly opening her eyes and smiling at Cassie and Aaron as she continued her analogy, “I already know how to drive, right? So once I understand that I’m in a car that’s going fast, all I have to do is take hold of the steering wheel and get a feel for the gas and brake pedals, and I’m good to go!”

Aaron felt Cassie’s hand gripping his back excitedly, and he could feel her relieved smile high above his head. As soon as Courtney had opened her eyes, any lingering anxiety instantly evaporated. There was no doubt – it was still her. She was still there; the process hadn’t fundamentally altered her personality, and changed her into someone else. No, the same Courtney was looking back at him: quiet, wise, thoughtful…amused. Except now, somehow all these qualities seemed to be there in greater capacities, to have even greater weight behind them.

“Uh…hello? The right answer?” Kristina tutted, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.

“But it’s only taken me a minute to realize,” Courtney smiled, glancing up at Kristina and slowly rising up to her feet from her sitting position, “That this car doesn’t top out at 100.” She rose up, up, and up, unfolding elegantly up to her full 8’4, the top of Kristina’s head now slightly below Courtney’s eyeline. She reached out and put her hands on each of Kristina’s shoulders, staring down with easy, dominant humor into her friend’s eyes. “It tops out at 1,000…or maybe 10,000…I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

“So why can’t you answ–” Kristina began, but Courtney swiftly interrupted.

“26,976,” she breathed, her eyebrows going up. “But you don’t even know if that’s right. Go on, check it on your phone…oh, but you can’t even remember what you asked me, can you?”

“I…can too,” Kristina muttered, fumbling with her phone as Courtney stood back from her, winking down at Aaron. “It was 284 times 86…no, 96!”

“Now you’ve asked three different questions,” chuckled Courtney, clasping her hands together in front of her and squeezing so tightly that her hands and fingers turned white. Aaron got the sense that she was so excited, and feeling such a rush of energy, that she was having to exert a real effort to contain herself.

“284 times 96!” Kristina sang out, typing it quickly into her phone.

“27,264,” answered Courtney instantly.

“Uhh…divided by…17!” Kristina exclaimed, her eyes going wide as she kept typing.

“1603,” Courtney trilled, then narrowed her eyes slightly as she stared up at a corner of the ceiling, “Point 764…70…5…8…8!”

“That’s…holy shit…that’s right!” exclaimed Kristina, her eyes even wider now as she bounced up and down on the balls of her bare feet.

“I know it is!” laughed Courtney.

“Okay, how about 178 –” began Kristina, but stopped when Courtney put up her hand.

“I could do this all day long,” Courtney said amiably, less as a brag and more as a simple matter of fact, “But it’s too easy. Isn’t solving some long division with a prime number divisor down to the hundred millionth decimal place enough proof for you?”

“Is…uh, is that what I just asked you to do!?” Kristina asked, befuddled, causing both Cassie and Aaron to laugh.

“Mhm,” grinned Courtney, “It is…but never mind all that.” Her dark eyes had turned to Aaron, and she reached her hand down to him. Even without her having to say anything, he understood what she wanted, and a moment later, he had climbed down off the sofa and was stretching his hand up to hers. He felt the warm, soft, strong firmness of her hand envelop his, completely hiding it in her grip, and he looked up the immense swerve of her hips, now unable to see her face. At that exact moment, though, Courtney leaned forward slightly, so that her gorgeous visage appeared from high over the jutting breasts that stretched her deep purple sundress. She seemed to know exactly what he needed…and, at the moment, it was reassurance that they had made the right decision.

“Aaron and I have lots to talk about,” Courtney hummed deeply, squeezing his hand lovingly as she spoke, “So why don’t you two go on a little walk around the block…or, better yet, a nice drive to the City Square for a bite to eat…” – and here Courtney’s eyes swiped sideways to Kristina as her grin widened – “I can tell you’re hungry again.”

“What the…are you calling me fat!?” Kristina burst out, sticking out her chin even as the corners of her lips quivered with humor. She was still playing her customary role as the energetic mixer-upper, but Aaron could see in her face how relieved she was that Courtney had managed to weather the wish without it harming her mind or changing her personality. It was touching to see Kristina relax in her frisky way.

“We’re both huge,” Cassie laughed, coming up behind Kristina, wrapping her arms around her friend’s midsection, and shaking her curves. Aaron was treated to a mouthwatering display of two titanesses, one 7’9, and the other 8’1, looming over him as the air around him was disturbed by the sheer immensity of their jiggling flesh. Even though he had wished all of this into existence, Aaron still couldn’t quite wrap his mind around how massive they both were.

“And anyway, I can see what Court’s doing right now,” Cassie continued, leaning her chin down on Kristina’s shoulder, so that their heads lined up together as they both stared down at Aaron. “She needs some time alone with our little man without having the big-ass, big-tit bimbos getting in her way.”

“Oh is that what she’s doing?” Kristina asked meaningfully, turning her gaze up to Courtney, who only answered by smiling, closing her eyes, and nodding her head up and down.

“Huh, well…” Kristina scoffed, pretending to be peeved before glancing sideways at Cassie’s head on her shoulder, “I guess more food isn’t the worst thing in the world…been meaning to try out that new Korean barbecue place anyway.”

“That’s the spirit!” giggled Cassie, straightening up and giving Kristina a mighty smack straight in the middle of her right ass cheek. Aaron’s eyes popped at the sight of such a huge amount of ass flesh jiggling at his eye-level, and Cassie only played it up by keeping her hand there and shaking it harder as Kristina rolled her eyes.

“You’ve got the fattest ass in the city,” Cassie laughed, bending down to wink at Aaron as she continued jiggling Kristina’s butt with her hand. “Might as well just keep making it fatter!”

Aaron couldn’t help but think that Kristina’s ass alone probably weighed more than he did at this point…and he also noticed how easy it was for Cassie to jiggle it so crazily, like she was doing now, using only one hand. Even when he used both hands, he remembered, Kristina’s ass was so heavy that he could barely even manage to put a dent in her flesh. He had tried before – and it felt like her ass was pushing his hands back. But Cassie was showing just how effortlessly big and strong she was in comparison…and, as he gawked at the two girls laughing and carrying on at each other, Aaron felt Courtney’s gaze on him like a shadow. She was watching him…and gauging his reactions to what was going on.

“All right, all right, enough horsing around,” Cassie smiled, breaking off and striding to the door, tugging Kristina along with her. “Have fun with Ms. Genius-300-IQ-Whatever-the-Heck-She-Is.”

“O-Okay,” he grinned up at her, still taken aback by how much their bodies jiggled and gyrated with every step they took.

“And Courtney!” Cassie added, throwing the door open and shoving Kristina out, who could be heard complaining in the hallway, “Don’t be too hard on him! Now that you can physically AND mentally squish him like a bug…be gennnnntle!” She dragged her huge hand over her prodigious chest, softly squeezing each breast in an apparent indication of what “gentle” meant. Aaron turned to look up at Courtney. She gave no answer to Cassie’s enjoiner, and only pursed her plush lips together in a knowing smirk. But right before Cassie was completely out the door, Courtney added:

“Oh and when you girls are at the Square, keep an eye out for our three new friends…remember them? Willow, Stella, and Lucy?”

“Riiight, right!” Cassie replied, nodding. “You think they’ll be there?”

“Just a hunch,” Courtney chuckled. “And if they are…bring them back here.”

“Bring who back where?” came Kristina’s voice from the hallway.

“Alrighty, you got it,” Cassie smiled, winking at Courtney. The next moment, after playfully sticking out her tongue at Aaron, Cassie was gone, the door shutting behind her. The loud but muffled sounds of her and Kristina arguing and laughing in the hallway quickly faded away, and there was stillness in the apartment.

Aaron suddenly felt himself becoming very nervous. He was facing the closed door, with Courtney standing behind him…and even though it had already been established that the IQ-buff hadn’t dramatically changed her personality, Aaron could feel a difference in the air. It hung there suspended between them, invisible, and yet somehow noticeable, like the electric smell of ozone after a lightning strike. He was almost afraid to turn around, especially since Courtney wasn’t saying anything…but a few seconds later he did, speaking at the same time to somehow diffuse the tension in the room.

“Heh, well now that they’re gone, uhm, what was it that you…uhhh…wanted to…w-wanted…t-to…”

Aaron’s words died away in his throat as he turned around and looked up at Courtney. She was standing over him, her big arms crossed impressively across her chest, just underneath the huge, sumptuous splay of her enormous breasts that stretched out her purple sundress to its farthest extent. She was just so…massive…so colossal and imposing in every way, at 8’4, nearly 4 whole feet taller than the 4’10 Aaron, with her thighs many times thicker than his waist, and her body easily five times his weight.

But it wasn’t the intimidation factor of Courtney’s bodacious body that had struck Aaron silent…no, at this point, he was actually getting used to feeling so small around her. What was new was the expression on Courtney’s face as she stared silently down at him. Aaron had raised his eyes up to her face expectantly, excited for whatever it was she was going to do with him, but he quickly found that he had to avert his gaze back down to her bare feet on his hardwood floor. Her expression…it was too intense…too much for him. She didn’t look angry, or aggressive per se…but she also wasn’t smiling. Her mouth seemed to be upturned slightly at the corners, in a kind of smirk, but as Aaron braved another submissive glance up at her face, he couldn’t even be sure of that. No…it didn’t seem…she…she wasn’t smirking. Her expression was just…deadpan. And she wasn’t moving, or saying anything at all. She was just standing there, arms crossed, staring down at him as the silence deepened around them.

Several times, Aaron opened his mouth to try and say something, but each time, nothing came out. He kept looking away from her, but then, almost as if there was some kind of magnetic attraction to her face, his gaze climbed steadily back up her body and met her eyes. The third time this happened, Courtney’s stare seemed to widen slightly, and Aaron’s eyes were suddenly held captive; he could no longer look away. He desperately wanted her to say something, to change her expression, to give him SOME kind of reassurance. But she didn’t. She just kept staring at him with the same deadpan expression on her face, as her dark eyes seemed to dissolve him from the inside out. Aaron felt the rest of the room melting around them, and his face suddenly got very hot and very red. His chest felt tight. Sweat broke out on his forehead. She inhaled deeply through her nose, her nostrils flaring, and she seemed to rise up even taller, holding her head higher in proud, regal majesty…she was staring even farther down at him now, or, at least, that’s what it seemed like to Aaron. He felt weak in the knees, and he was only just able to hold himself together enough to keep from trembling.

And then, her expression unchanged, and her arms still crossed in front of her chest, Courtney stepped forward a single pace towards him, so that the firm pillars of her upper thighs were mere inches away from his chest and shoulders. Aaron could feel the heat radiating off her body, warming him…and as he craned his neck upward to keep the eye contact, more than half of her face was suddenly obscured by her overhanging breasts. He couldn’t see anything of her face now, except her forehead…and those eyes…those eyes that kept steadily staring down at him, unwavering. Her huge hands, with those sharp, manicured nails, stirred slightly high above his head under her breasts…he saw the tendons of her forearms and wrists pulled taut with the slight movement of her fingers. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, a full foot above his head, felt overwhelming in a new way. The sheer size and…mass…that it took to fill out her dress like that…a dress that Aaron could easily have used as a full-body blanket…it was crazy how huge she was, how tiny his little body was in comparison. Everything about her…EVERYTHING…dwarfed him. And still, those dark eyes, staring steadily down at him over those big breasts, with the power of superhuman intelligence behind them now as they analyzed him, picking apart every aspect of who he was, leaving him stripped and naked before her, with nothing to hide.

Aaron was truly trembling now, and he was so overwhelmed, and confused, and desperate for some communication from Courtney, that at first he didn’t even realize that he was harder than he had ever been in his life. She wasn’t even touching him. She didn’t need to. The sheer enormity of her gaze, the effortless, knowing superiority, was more than enough to get Aaron going. No one had ever stared at him like that…ever. No meanness, no nastiness, no smugness…none of that…just pure, unadulterated, pristine superiority, clearer than a mountain stream. And Aaron was liquifying into it, letting it infiltrate inside his body and his mind, giving into it completely – he had nothing to counter it with, nothing to keep it from flooding him completely. Another slow, purposefully exhale from her nostrils flustered his hair and washed over his face, and Aaron realized how hard he was, how tightly-wound his body felt, like a spring on the verge of snapping and shattering into a thousand pieces. Courtney’s body shifted in place ever so slightly, and then, in a great unfolding display before him, she uncrossed her arms and put her hands on her hips, so that Aaron was staring slightly up at her long, strong fingers spread alluringly out against her thick curves.

His breath suddenly caught in his chest, heaving, and he felt hot tears swiftly gathering in the corners of his eyes. He rapidly blinked some of them out, but they were coming in fast now, and the next moment, Aaron broke down into sobs. He bent forward, barely able to stand, as the hot tears tumbled out of his eyes at Courtney’s feet…he hardly even knew why this was happening, or what it meant…all he could see were the vague outlines of Courtney’s huge thighs in front of him…she still hadn’t moved or said anything…and somehow, this fact alone made his cock harder still. Even though he was crying, he felt his loins tighten and twitch, and Aaron came very, very close to cumming.

But then, all in a flash, he found himself swept up in a warm, strong, gentle embrace as his feet were relieved of pressure, his entire body whisked up and cradled sideways against a pair of gigantic, squishy breasts. He felt them descend down onto the sofa, and seconds later, Aaron’s eyes were clearing and he saw Courtney’s kind face staring down at him, her big hand lovingly holding the back of his head as she used her thumb to softly wipe away his tears. She wasn’t shushing him, or distressed by his crying, or apologizing…nothing like that. It was almost as if she had foreseen this happening, and was now in the “aftercare” phase of their interaction. Aaron’s chest heaved a few more times, but the sight of her loving face, and caring eyes, was more than enough to assuage him.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” he choked a few seconds later, as Courtney continued to wipe away his tears, her fingers massaging the back of his head at the same time. He was lying sideways in her lap, like a child, staring up past her breasts which were squished down against the entire left side of his body. Courtney shook her head down at him, wordlessly communicating that he had nothing to be sorry about.

“I..I didn’t mean to just…lose it like that,” Aaron continued, now regaining his composure completely as he sat up in Courtney’s lap, with her hand now migrating slowly and attentively down to his back, her fingers easily spanning his shoulder blades. He suddenly started laughing. “I don’t…hahaha…I don’t even know what just happened!”

“I do,” Courtney said simply, her voice calm and understanding without seeming inhuman, “I stared down at you for a minute, without saying anything, with no expression on my face, and then I stepped closer to you…staring at you the whole time…breathing…moving my hands a little…and it was too much for you.”

She brought her face closer to his, her eyes drinking in the sight of him once more – only this time, there was a lascivious twinkle in her gaze, and a knowing, sexy smile brightening her complexion.

“You were sooooo turned-on, Aaron…” she purred, “More than I’ve ever seen you before, which is saying something. I breathed down on you, reminding you about your own body, and when I put my hands on my hips, that’s all it took. You broke down.”

“I did…heheh…yeah, I…I did,” Aaron chuckled, feeling quite strange and surreal in his own body right now. He couldn’t even feel like Courtney had manipulated him. All she had done was stand there and slightly shift her posture. He felt more sheepish and confused by his own reaction than anything else.

“Do you know why?” Courtney asked.

“I…n-not…not really,” Aaron smiled, embarrassed. “Do you…uh, I mean…do you know why?”

“I have my theories,” she answered warmly, returning his smile before bouncing him a couple times on her knee, her big hand petting his back. “We’re going to get to the diary, Aaron…all its implications…our plans for using it…what you actually want to use it for…your end goals…all of that. But first, if it sounds okay with you, I’d like to talk about…your fetish. Our fetish, really. That’s what you’ve wished about first, and that’s what we should talk about first. How does that sound?”

“Uh…s-sounds…sounds good!” Aaron managed to say. His face was starting to get red all over again.

“Mmmm good…” breathed Courtney, leaning in and affectionately rubbing noses with him, before straightening up in her sitting position, assuming the same regal posture she had before, with her head held high as she stared down her nose at him. Her expression had warmth in it this time, though Aaron was once again assailed by how powerful she looked.

“Now tell me, Aaron,” Courtney asked him, her huge thigh beneath him spreading his legs as her hand continued to gently pet his back, “And don’t answer what you wish was true…answer what you think is true. Do you think I’m…superior to you?”