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The Reveries of Aaron Cooper, Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2024-05-29 11:32:14 +0000 UTCHey ya'll! I hope you enjoy this newest chapter of "Aaron Cooper!" I also hope you're enjoying the late spring weather -- it's really starting to heat up where I am now, and I actually saw my first summer firefly tonight! :)
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Chapter 17
“Seriously, are you kidding me!?” Kristina burst out, standing in Aaron’s kitchen with her hands on her thick, wide hips. She was completely naked except for the comically-small chef’s apron that was dangling from her neck, which didn’t even reach the middle of her taut stomach. Her enormous breasts had caused the apron to literally drape over them, so that there was about a foot of space in between her stomach and where the apron hung in the air. The words “Mr. Good Lookin’ is Cookin’,” which were spelled out in white against the black backdrop of the apron, were ridiculously morphed and stretched, to the point where they were barely legible in the bright sunlight of the dying day that was streaming in through the living room window.
“No Kristina,” sighed Courtney, who was smiling to herself as she sat cross-legged on Aaron’s living room floor, carefully examining his diary as her deep-purple sundress stretched out around her hips and upper thighs. “I already told you, we’re not going to waste wishes on frivolous things. We still have no idea how this diary works, or if there’s some kind of limit on what we can wish for, or how much.”
Courtney glanced up at Kristina, who was in the midst of trying to tie the apron behind her back. Her efforts made the apron look even smaller as the double o’s in “Good,” “Lookin’,” and “Cookin’” bulged out absurdly like eyes widening upon realizing just how massive her breasts were.
“I’m afraid,” Courtney chuckled, shaking her head amusedly, “That you’re just going to have to suffer through it.”
“But look at this freaking thing!” Kristina complained, shimmying her hips back and forth as she leaned forward, trying to tie the apron from a different angle behind her back. “It’s child-sized! How can I expect to fit a kid’s apron on this body!?”
“Uh…actually,” Aaron piped up from the sofa, “My aunt gave that to me as a graduation present when I was 22…so it’s actually an adult size.”
His body started trembling and shaking, but it wasn’t because of any movements of his own. The reason for the sudden movement was what he was sitting on…or, rather, who – technically, he wasn’t sitting on the sofa at all. Cassie was the one actually on the sofa; Aaron’s body was nestled in between her thick, exposed thighs, both of which were easily at least twice as thick as his torso, with his head nestled gently back in between her bare breasts which ballooned out on either side, dwarfing his head completely. Cassie was completely naked, just like Kristina, and her bare arms were spread out on the top of the sofa as she lounged casually, her hands nearly spanning the entire sofa’s length as her ass took up nearly half.
“I’ve gotta say, Kristina,” Cassie giggled, her immense curves jiggling with laughter, “It looks totally absurd on you…and I love it. Just tie it off and get cookin’, I’m getting hungry!”
“Oh what a shocker,” Kristina returned, rolling her eyes as she finally managed to tie the apron in a knot, just above her huge, jutting ass. “Cass is hungry again. Remind me how much you weigh?”
“I…eheh…look, it said “error,” okay?” Cassie replied, gently shifting her torso back and forth so that her breasts batted Aaron on the sides of his head. “So…at least 400 pounds?”
“At least,” Kristina tutted, brandishing a spatula, which looked quite tiny in her huge hand. “So I don’t know…might wanna pump the brakes on the calories, sister.”
“Hey you’re one to talk, fatass!” burst out Cassie, in a rare moment of ad-hominem attack which was tinged with humor all the same. “It said “error” for you too!”
“Yeah, well…I’m the chef,” Kristina responded, after struggling for a few moments to think of something, before turning back around to the stove with her gigantic ass jiggling like crazy behind her. “The chef’s always supposed to weigh a lot anyway, right? The chef gets a pass.”
“The chef gets a pass…” huffed Cassie under her breath, shaking her head and smirking to herself, before turning her attention back down to Aaron. “Anyway…how you holding up down there, sweetie?”
“A…a little…uhm, drained,” Aaron managed to say, glancing up over his head at Cassie’s bright, warm, smiling face, which had appeared directly above him as she leaned forward slightly from her lounging position.
“Mmmmm yeah?” Cassie asked, her deep, feminine voice seeming to tease the base of Aaron’s cock, despite his recent cataclysmic orgasm. “I’ll take your word for it, since I didn’t get to do the honors this time.”
“You’ll get your chance soon enough, Cass,” Courtney replied, her attention still focused on the diary as she carefully flipped through the pages, examining them closely. “His little body needs some time to regenerate…” – and here she looked up briefly, winking at him wickedly – “after what I just did to him.”
“Heh, I saw,” Cassie chuckled, bringing her hands down and wrapping them around both of Aaron’s upper arms, easily going around them as she lovingly squeezed and kneaded at his muscles. “And I felt it too…the little cutie shaking and trembling between my thighs. God, Aaron, I can see why you wished us to dial it back a little. Before, you must have been totally exhausted!”
“I…honestly felt like I wasn’t going to be able to take it anymore,” he admitted, almost apologetically. “I underestimated what I was setting loose in you three.”
“Well I think there was already a seed of something there,” Cassie smiled. “In all three of us…and you just awakened it!”
“Ha…death by nonstop blowjob,” laughed Kristina from the kitchen, before suddenly stopping what she was doing and whirling around with the spatula still in her hand. “Aaron!” she cried excitedly, “What if you wished for, like…endless stamina…and endless cum!? Then you wouldn’t have to worry about literally dying and we could just suck on your delicious cock from dawn to dusk, all day, every day, for ever and ever!”
Aaron opened his mouth, but couldn’t really think of anything in response. His cheeks flushed crimson and his cock, already hardening again from Cassie’s gentle massage, hardened further still.
“I…I don’t know, Kristina,” he replied, his voice trembling as his words almost felt like they were drowned out by Cassie humming and purring above him. “That…I mean that sounds great…heheh…but it kinda seems…it kinda seems like it’s just a bit too…”
“Much?” Courtney offered helpfully, lowering the diary momentarily as she glanced over at him. Aaron nodded, making eye contact with Courtney, and he could feel her studying him, those dark eyes of hers going slowly over his face as she analyzed his expression, his emotions, his thoughts. Even though he hadn’t wished for Courtney’s super-intelligence, he couldn’t help but feel like her 8’4 form was a concentrated intellectual force, looming up above him despite the fact that she was sitting cross-legged on the floor. Or maybe he was just imagining it all…it was so easy to get lost in her eyes.
“I mean, like…I’ve already kind of experienced that,” he continued, managing to tear his eyes away from Courtney’s face so he could look back at Kristina. “And it really was just…too much.”
“Well you didn’t have endless cum or endless stamina then,” Kristina countered, gesturing with the spatula and flinging some tomato sauce onto the floor in the process.
“Could you not?” Cassie said, rolling her eyes. “You can be a slob in your kitchen, but Aaron’s place is neat and tidy.”
Kristina didn’t reply to Cassie, only giving her the middle finger, causing Cassie to bust out into a fresh series of giggles, which had the effect of giving Aaron a full-body massage with the fleshy curves of her thighs, hips, and stomach against his bare skin.
“Well, you’re…uhm, you’re right about that, Kristina,” he replied, shifting himself slightly so that he didn’t slide down into the hot fleshy chasm between Cassie’s thick thighs, “But even still…I’m not gonna lie, it was amazing to experience that kind of…I don’t know…sexual ferocity from you three…”
“Grrrrrrrrrr!” Cassie growled sexily, shaking his arms in her huge hands. It was crazy how easily she could manipulate his little limbs.
“Even with endless stamina,” Aaron continued, choosing every word carefully as he parsed through his thoughts, “I don’t…I don’t really even think that I’d want that. It’d just be too…uhh…too strong.”
“Pssssh what are you talking about?” Kristina laughed, turning back around to stir the pot of sauce that had begun to steam behind her. “Of course you’d want that! You’re a sweet, subby little guy with a size fetish, surrounded by three thick, gorgeous, amazonian bombshells who would be GLAD to suck your cock all day long. What’s not to want?”
Aaron opened his mouth to answer, and then closed it again, breathing out through his nose. The truth was, he didn’t quite know how to answer Kristina’s question. But he somehow knew that what she was saying wasn’t really gelling with how he was feeling…but he didn’t really have the words to express it. He found himself looking over to Courtney, who stared at him steadily for a few silent moments before blinking and giving him a slight, knowing smile. She nodded in his direction, as if to say ‘I got this,’ before she turned back to Kristina, who had just banged her head on the hood vent.
“Fucking…midget kitchen!” Kristina cursed, rubbing her head before steadying herself and continuing to stir the pot.
“I think,” Courtney began calmly and thoughtfully, “What Aaron is getting at has something to do with…well let’s see…I’ll turn it into an analogy for you.”
“Oh great,” Kristina sighed, “Here we go…” She dipped a spoon into the pot and tasted the sauce, muttering, “Huh…too acidic…where’s the baking soda…,” to herself.
“So imagine,” Courtney smiled, putting her hands on her knees, “That you just discovered sugar for the first time, right? That’s Aaron when he discovered the diary. At last, after aaaaall these years of fantasizing about this kind of stuff, he could actually experience it. Finally he could taste it. And how was it, Aaron hrmm? That first taste of sugar?”
“Pretty…good,” he grinned bashfully, as Cassie hummed and played with his hair, drawing it up in long strings with her fingers so that he looked like he was charged with static electricity.
“Mhm, I bet it was,” nodded Courtney. “The first time tasting sugar!? Absolutely delightful. But then, of course, having no sense of self-control or boundary with your new power, you kept eating more and more sugar, until you were gorging yourself on it everyday, seemingly unable to help yourself.”
“So that’s when the three of us were, like, blowing him constantly, right?” Kristina asked, turning around from the stove, making a fist in front of her face, and bowing her head back and forth, miming a deep, aggressive blowjob in the process.
“Gggggguuuuuaaahhh!” she gulped lewdly, staring straight at Aaron. “GuckGuckGuckGuck!!”
“Yes, exactly right,” cut in Courtney’s amused voice. “That’s when, as you said Aaron, you literally couldn’t handle it anymore. Like you kept fainting over and over in the middle of our blowjobs.”
“What a pussy!” laughed Kristina.
“Pot’s starting to boil over, bitch,” Cassie interjected.
“Oh…fuck!” Kristina exclaimed, whipping back around to turn down the heat as her enormous ass jiggled behind her. A moment later, Kristina was sampling the sauce again. “Mmmm, there we go…that’s what’s cookin’,” she muttered, resuming her stirring.
“Basically,” Courtney continued, “Aaron had a “sugar crash.” He didn’t know how to enjoy this new pleasure, this new luxury, so he overdid it to the point where he wasn’t really enjoying it anymore.”
“Yeah…” Aaron agreed, nodding. “I mean, you know, no offense guys.”
“None taken,” Cassie replied warmly, cupping her breasts and rubbing them onto the sides of his head, so that his vision was almost entirely obscured in her hot boob flesh. “You went a little crazy, is all. Happens to the best of us, whenever we stumble across magic diaries that can make our wildest dreams come true.”
“I think you’re building towards something, Courtney,” Kristina said, pointing with the spatula, but quickly having to shoot her hand out to catch some dripping sauce. “Oh shit! Fuck that’s hot!” she winced, but then brought her hand up to her mouth and licked it clean. “Mmmm! But…ohhh yeah, ohhhkay, this sauce is coming together now.”
“You’re a mess,” Cassie giggled at her, and Kristina’s eyebrows went up as her mouth opened to utter a retort. “A hot mess, though!” Cassie added quickly. “A sexy hot mess with an ass to die for!” Kristina paused in her retort, her mouth shutting as her face morphed into a silly, sultry expression. She licked the spatula completely clean, turned around, and gave her massive ass a smack with it, sending visible waves of vibration through her flesh.
“The point is,” Courtney finished, shaking her head and chuckling at Kristina’s antics, “That someone who’s new to sugar, who doesn’t know how to truly enjoy it, is liable to overdo it, to overindulge, to the point where they crash and aren’t really enjoying it anymore.”
“...and?” Kristina cut in, whipping her hand around in a “hurry up” sign. Aaron couldn’t help himself. Every movement these girls made…even knowing about his fetish, and sharing it themselves, they didn’t really understand the effect they had on him. Just the way Kristina was rapidly moving her hand in a circle…how huge it looked…and the way the movement accentuated the tensions of the muscles and tendons in her wrist and forearm…it was enough to make his throat go completely dry.
“You really don’t see where she’s going with this?” Cassie laughed. “Oh my god.”
“True enjoyment of something like sugar takes time and effort,” Courtney continued, drowning out whatever clap-back Kristina had started, “So that, eventually, the person who was sugar-crashing over and over will learn how to bake the most delicious cakes, pies, and cookies, learning how to use juuuust the right amount of sugar to make the taste perfect.”
“Oh…ohhhhh I see what you’re getting at now,” Kristina nodded slowly. “People don’t just eat a shitton of pure sugar all the time…that’s too overpowering. Ugh, and it wouldn’t even taste good after not too long. But we’ve learned how to use just the right amount of it to make all kinds of tasty desserts that, uh…”
“That hit the spot,” Cassie finished, gently bringing a long, manicured finger straight down to rest on the tip of Aaron’s erect cock, playfully wiggling it back and forth before lifting it back up again, drawing a long, thin line of precum up to her mouth, which she promptly sucked up in between her lips, making it vanish instantly.
“So what about it, Aaron?” Courtney asked. “Is that about right? Does the analogy work?”
“It’s…wow, yeah, Courtney,” she chuckled, managing to tear his eyes away from Cassie’s radiantly mischievous face above him. “It works perfectly, actually. Better than I could have ever put it myself. I, uhm…haha, I’ve never really had your smarts, Courtney.”
“Aww, Aaron,” intoned Cassie, sitting up a little straighter on the sofa as she wrapped her massive hands around his waist, going all the way around so that her fingers touched, as she transferred him to her huge left thigh, making his legs spread wide on her thigh’s immense width as she began to gently bounce him up and down, “You don’t give yourself enough credit. And anyway, Courtney’s smarter than all of us…” – and here she let her words trail off for a second as she glanced over into the kitchen, where Kristina was leaning over the pot of tomato sauce, humming to herself, softly gyrating her curvy body back and forth so that her giant ass shook mesmerizingly in every direction.
“But especially Kristina,” Cassie finished, with her typical good-natured, ribbing humor.
“Huh?” piped up Kristina, turning around (did Aaron hear the chef’s apron starting to tear?). “What about me?”
“Oh nothing,” Cassie trilled airily, acting innocent as she rolled her eyes up at the ceiling. Kristina narrowed her eyes at Cassie, obviously suspecting her characteristic foul play, before slowly and suspiciously turning back around to face the stove, casting a quick glance over her shoulder every once in a while, like she was about to catch Cassie pulling a face at her.
“Well see, that’s the thing, actually,” Courtney mused thoughtfully. She remained in her cross-legged position for a few more silent moments before suddenly, swiftly, and fluidly rising to her feet. Aaron couldn’t help but gape up at her colossal, towering 8’4 form, and how effortlessly and elegantly she moved her enormous, long limbs. She reminded him of some kind of seabird.
“Watch your head,” Cassie advised, but Courtney was already a step ahead of her, stooping a bit so that she wouldn’t knock the crown of her head on Aaron’s 8-foot ceilings.
“Mhm, I learned my lesson from you,” Courtney chuckled, and Cassie sighed, recalling her embarrassing head-smack into Aaron’s ceiling about half an hour before.
“Hey, I was a little too excited for Aaron’s blowjob, alright?” she laughed. “I forgot his apartment ceilings are too low for us.”
“Well not too low for me,” Kristina declared, turning around and standing up to her full 7’9 as she proudly thrust her chest out.
*Rrrrrrrrriiiiiipppppp*
This chest-thrust proved to be the last straw for the chef’s apron, and split straight down the middle, right in between the words “Good” and “Lookin’,” as the tattered remains slowly dropped down to the floor around Kristina’s ankles.
“Oh…god…oops,” Kristina murmured, in a rare moment of contrition, as she looked down at the torn apron and then back up to Aaron, actually looking a bit distraught. “Sorry about that Aaron…really. I…that was a really cute apron. And I ruined it.”
“Heh, uh I…don’t worry about it, Kristina,” Aaron smiled, his cock now at full-mast. As he was totally naked, there was no hiding how he truly felt about what had just happened. Seeing Kristina’s gargantuan boobs spring out from behind the torn fabric was a memory that he wasn’t going to get out of his head anytime soon.
“Guess you actually liked that, huh?” Kristina smirked, noticing his turgid erection. Aaron nodded sheepishly, feeling Cassie’s bulk jiggling all around him with laughter. She snaked her fingers around into his lap and softly began teasing his erection, sliding it in between her middle and forefingers, comparing sizes. Even at 4’10, Aaron’s cock wasn’t really that small, but Cassie’s fingers had a way of making lots of things look small. Everyone’s attention had suddenly turned to Courtney, though – she was slowly pacing back and forth in front of the window, her head bent in concentration, with her hands behind her back, which had the effect of gathering her purple sundress up at the top of her butt, emphasizing its size even more than usual. But it was clear the effect wasn’t intentional; Courtney was deep in thought.
“So…whatcha thinkin’ about?” Cassie ventured after another minute or so of silence. Kristina had turned the heat off the sauce, and was standing in the kitchen with an expectant look on her face as she watched Courtney closely. Aaron felt a sense of impending shift, of something big on the horizon, and his heart beat quicker in anticipation.
“Well it’s like I was saying earlier,” Courtney began, staring out the window at the sun setting on the horizon as she unclasped her hands and picked up the diary. The blood-red light washed over her statuesque figure, and over her face, making her look even more impressive and dramatic. “This diary…and the power imbued within it…there’s really nothing like it that I’ve ever heard of. In every sense, as far as I know, it’s an unprecedented power that we can only, at this point, refer to as magic.”
“Yeah, even after everything Aaron told us,” nodded Kristina, shifting her weight to her other hip, “About the train and the weird conductor and all the rest…it still doesn’t make any sense.”
“Even though there’s clearly, like…some kind of rationality to it,” Cassie added, still absentmindedly playing with Aaron’s erect cock in between her fingers. “Since whatever Aaron writes down comes exactly true.” Aaron could feel another orgasm beginning to build in his balls.
“C-Cass…” he breathed, suddenly not able to make much of a noise. But she was so focused on the conversation that she didn’t hear him.
“Exactly,” Courtney nodded, turning back around to face them, with the setting sun in the window behind her. “There’s a method to the magic, so to speak.” She held up the diary, shaking it lightly in the air. “But it’s too much for me to wrap my mind around. I have to admit, I’m at a loss. I have no clear idea how to proceed.”
A strange silence hung in the air after Courtney’s blunt statement. Kristina and Cassie looked at each other searchingly, their eyebrows going up before turning back to look at Courtney. Aaron was just trying to hold in his cum, but he had become caught in the runaway death-roll of an impending orgasm and couldn’t make a sound. His little hands fumbled at Cassie’s fingers, but she still didn’t even notice him. The conversation had become so serious that her attention had been completely diverted. But even still, her fingers continued to play with his cock, as if from a reflexive instinct.
“So…wow,” Cassie said softly, staring at Courtney. “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you say that.”
“Yeah, I guess we thought that you’d know what to do,” Kristina continued, shifting her weight again back and forth, almost like she was becoming nervous. “You always know what to do.”
“Well this time,” Courtney sighed, now grasping the diary in both hands, making it disappear entirely, “I’m stumped.” She lowered her eyes down to Aaron, and then a tad further down to his cock, right as he shivered and spasmed in another orgasm. Her full lips curved upward into a smile.
“Wha…? Oh! Oh my goodness!” Cassie exclaimed, suddenly understanding what was happening. “Aaron! Haha I…I’m sorry! I didn’t even realize.”
“It’s…it’s okay,” he panted. “I shoulda…shoulda said something. Just…couldn’t.”
“Mmmm, that’s hot,” Kristina grinned. “She made you cum without even trying to, without even realizing it.”
“It is hot, isn’t it?” Cassie laughed, reaching her fingers up to her mouth and beginning to lick off Aaron’s cum, smacking her lips like she was slurping up molasses, making big eyes down at Aaron as she did so. But even in the midst of this mild distraction, everyone turned back to look at Courtney, who’s amused smile had morphed into a knowing smirk.
“Oh god, she’s making that face again,” Kristina said. “We know you’ve got a cunning plan, Courtney…so why don’t you fill us idiots in on it, huh?”
Courtney strode slowly over to the sofa, so that she was standing directly over them, and then slowly lowered herself down into a crouch. Tenderly, she reached out her hand and brushed Aaron’s hair out of his face, gently massaging his forehead with her thumb in the process.
“It’s not just me who’s stumped, right?” she spoke down to him kindly, tilting her head slightly to the side as her dark eyes penetrated into his. “You are too. All this power, all this potential at your fingertips, and the sheer number of choices is paradoxically paralyzing you.”
Aaron nodded silently. She really did understand.
“And I feel the same way,” Courtney chuckled. “I want to help you make all your fantasies come true, Aaron, but to do that, I’m gonna have to wrap my mind around this diary…and wrap my mind around you, and this lovely, wild size fetish. I’ll be the first to admit, Aaron, I thought I could do it. I got a 142 on an IQ test in college – I’m used to being able to figure things out. But I’ve met my match with this diary.”
Aaron nodded again. Courtney sure knew how to build up the tension – even though he had literally just cum, he felt a different kind of tension in the air, a tension he and Cassie and Kristina all knew was about to snap.
“So that’s why,” Courtney said simply, still petting his little head with her huge hand, “I think your next wish should be to double my intelligence.”
“D-Double it?” Aaron blinked.
“Mhm,” smiled Courtney. “I want to do a deeeeeep dive with you into what this fetish really is, what it means for you, and what it is you really want. I want to become your…manager, Aaron. I don’t want you to feel the pressure of all this power on your own. LEt me shoulder some of it for you. And…heheh, I suppose I’ll also be your therapist, talking you through your fantasies, your fetish, and what you actually want. Having a 284 IQ wouldn’t hurt with any of that, now, would it?”
Aaron shook his head, amazed. Courtney was already smarter than him; he knew that…smarter than any of them. Just imagining her as an 8’4, curvy, voluptuous super-genius sounded almost too good to be true.
“Girls?” Courtney asked, looking from Cassie to Kristina. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s perrrrfect,” Cassie purred. “Delegating that responsibility to you…so that Kristina and I can spend all our energy tending to Aaron’s more…physical needs.”
“As long as you promise not to just rub it in our faces,” Kristina sighed, feigning reluctance, “About how dumb we are…then sure, sounds good to me.”
“Oh I won’t, trust me,” Courtney smiled, her gorgeous face suddenly brightening into radiance with rare laughter. “I’ve had plenty of practice holding my tongue.”
“See…that,” Kristina replied, pointing accusingly even as her face twitched in humor. “That right there. None of that.”
“So how about it, Aaron?” Courtney asked, blinking at him lovingly. Kristina was staring at him now, and he was aware of Cassie’s inquiring face above him, looking down. “This is totally your call, of course. But what do you say, huh? You’ve been thinking about all this stuff for so long now, turning it over and over in your head. Let me help you.”
Comments
Mr. Me
I always love to see an update for this story. I hope Aaron continues to spread the boon of the journal to all three of his besties. It would be interesting to see what their different personalities do with supergenius intelligence.
Joyce Julep
Good point! It's Courtney's intention that makes it even hotter <3
stevebasic
Those were Brooke's shining moments, where the IQ started creeping higher and higher right in front of his eyes. This would be C asking for it, though, where Brooke was unaware. I think that's even sexier :)
Joyce Julep
Mmmm...an 8'4 voluptuous amazon with a 426 IQ? What's not to love? :D The only trouble is trying to get into the head of a character that intelligent. Although, now that I think of it, Brooke from "A Blemish on the Curve" got that smart at one point...even smarter! I think it was chapters 25 and 26...the secrets of the universe started unravelling before her <3
Joyce Julep
Haha who knows what the future entails? ;)
Joyce Julep
Thanks Nick! I'm glad you're liking the pace -- and as for fruition, just wait for the next chapter ;)
stevebasic
Ooo I keep forgetting how much I love this story, and this was a great addition. I’m all for bigger and bigger but yeah the thought of smarter and smarter is even more exciting right now. Triple it, Aaron, why not?
Sizeking Dom
For once I’d like to see them get bigger and dumber 😂
NickNamelessMan
Absolute favorite series and love the direction it’s going, its slowed down a bit to allow character development which has been nice, and it would be nice to see some of the build-up start to actually come to fruition in the next coming chapters. Thank you for your post!
