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On the way home from work, walking back to his apartment, Aaron found himself slowing down as he approached the tunnel by the railway tracks. The film crew had been let go earlier that day, so it was only early evening; the sun was still in the sky. Aaron had been in a hurry to get back to his apartment so that he could look at his diary, so that he could study the fateful words he had written that had miraculously and mysteriously come true. But as he neared the tunnel, he slowed down, eventually coming to a full stop right by the entrance. He felt almost afraid to go inside, and for more than one reason. To begin with, he felt some kind of primal misgiving, a sort of fear of the unknown, that was pulling at him. The last time he had gone through this tunnel, there had been a series of strange, painted shapes undulating impossibly on the walls, uncannily seeming to dance in lockstep with the distant sounds of that eerie train as it got closer and closer.
But the spooky, magical energy of the previous evening was completely absent now, and Aaron quickly felt a little silly for being afraid. But something else was still holding him back, something more nuanced, but, as he considered it, not less silly.
‘What if I “undo” what happened by going through the tunnel again?’ he asked himself. ‘What if I caught lightning in a bottle, and I’m just…about to let it out now!?’
It certainly was an unwelcome thought, but the longer he stood there contemplating, the more ridiculous he felt. The fact was that the setting felt completely different from the night before. Everything, from the feel of the air to the skew of the setting sun to the sight and smell of the wild grass growing up through the concrete, felt strikingly ordinary.
“Yeah, I’m not gonna keep doing this,” Aaron finally said out loud. “I’m not gonna let all this turn me into a crazy person.”
He inhaled deeply through his nose and walked into the tunnel. He was determined to proceed normally, but along the way, he couldn’t help but glance aside at the walls, to see if those fantastical, undulant shapes were still there. But all that he saw were the ordinary, haphazard scrawlings that had always been there. Aaron blinked, turned his head, and kept moving. He wished that his heart wasn’t beating so fast, and as he emerged out of the tunnel he paused, looking left and right, straining his ears for any slight, distant toot from an approaching train. But there was nothing, and he crossed the tracks quickly in the same way he always had.
‘So that’s it, then,’ he thought, making straight for his apartment. ‘There was something…something special about last night, then.’
Aaron found himself wondering if he hadn’t just imagined the whole thing, with the colorful moving shapes, the train and its queer conductor, and even the interactions he had had earlier with Kristina and Courtney. Were the two of them “in” on this somehow!? Were they all playing some kind of twisted game with him? Had they learned about his fetish somehow, and were now all in cahoots to make a fool out of him? Aaron knew all of this wasn’t at all likely, but then again, was the alternative really likely? That he could now literally write his fantasies into existence??
By the time he opened his apartment door, he had riled himself up into such a frenzy that he really didn’t know what to believe. He threw down his keys and didn’t even pause to kick off his shoes — he made a beeline straight for his diary. His heart was really pounding now as he grabbed it, sat down on his bed, and opened it to where he had marked the previous night’s entry. He felt the borders of his eyes stretching as his lids opened wide. The words he had written last night were thick and black, like they had been burned into the page. Aaron detected a slight burning odor wafting up to his nostrils from the page. He blinked again and looked even closer. It was incredible — it was like someone had taken a glowing-hot pen and deftly traced each letter he had written, searing it into the paper. Aaron turned a few pages back; his writing there looked exactly the same. He picked up the pen he had written with and examined it…nothing looked out of the ordinary, either with the pen or with the pages themselves. It was just those words he had written, burned black, staring back at him with a still and quiet power:
“I want Kristina’s ass to be bigger…three pounds bigger.”
And then, a little farther down:
“And I want her to be taller…god, imagine how hot it would be even if she just got 2 inches taller all of a sudden. Tomorrow, Kristina will be 5’4…my exact height.”
Right then, Aaron noticed that the earlier words he had written that same night, about his walk home with Kristina, and how pretty she was, weren’t burned like the others. It didn’t take him long to realize the key difference: the only words that had been seared into the page were the ones that directly talked about his desires.
‘So it IS real,’ he thought, looking up from the diary and staring straight forward into his bare wall. ‘I CAN wish these things into reality…or, at least, I could…last night…’
The question now was obvious, and at the forefront of his mind: could he do it again? Would that strange power, which seemed to have been bestowed on him last night in that tunnel, or maybe by that uncanny passing train, work again tonight? There was only one way to find out.
Aaron picked his pen up and hovered it over the next blank page, his hand shaking slightly as the blood pounded in his ears.
‘Wait, wait,’ he thought, shaking his head to himself. He put his pen down, got up, and poured himself a glass of water. He made a point to drink it down slowly, as he went over to his window and stood there to look at the lights of the city beginning to emerge in the dusk.
If he had been given this power…and if he still had it…he wasn’t going to run wild with it. He wasn’t going to let it consume him. The prospect of his fantasies coming true — something he had long thought was impossible — was not going to take control of his life. But even as he stood there, staring out at the city, giving himself a pep talk, Aaron could feel the disingenuousness of what he was saying to himself. If this was all real, of COURSE it was going to change everything! It went without saying that if he could somehow grow people…grow women…grow his friends, then…who knows what else he could do!?
‘If I wished for anything…like…like money, or…I don’t know…hell, world peace, for all I know…would that happen too!?’
He went back to his bed and sat on it, putting his diary in his lap as he hovered the pen over the pages again. This new power, if he really had it, was almost totally foreign to him. He didn’t know what it was, or how it worked, or how much of it he had. The minutes passed by without him writing anything, and still Aaron sat there, his pen poised, not knowing how to venture into this surreal new territory.
“Let’s just…let’s just make sure…that it works,” Aaron said suddenly out loud. His spoken words seemed to crystallize everything in his brain, and he nodded to himself. “Yeah, yeah, that’s the best way to go. Short and simple…just to see…something like I did before, with the, uh…the growth.”
He thought about his friend Cassie. She was working on another part of the movie production, and so Aaron hadn’t seen her in a couple weeks. Her almond-shaped green eyes, and her curvy, big-breasted, plump-assed body rose up in his mind. Like Kristina and Courtney, Cassie was gorgeous, and also like the two of them, Aaron had never seriously considered dating her — in his mind, he would find some way to mess it all up, and their friendship would be ruined. He had a good thing going with Cassie, and would have been devastated if he alienated her because of his attraction. But Aaron was thinking about another aspect of Cassie’s appearance now: her height. Like him (and now, apparently, Kristina), she was 5’4. Or, at least, she was now.
Aaron put down his pen, picked up his phone, and sent Cassie a quick text.
“Hey! Hope you had a good week! Long time no see, wanna chill tomorrow after the set closes down?”
He felt slightly dirty, sending Cassie a text with hidden ulterior motives, but he worked to reassure himself.
‘Hey, I DO actually wanna see her,’ he said internally. ‘I just want to see…about some other things too.’
His phone buzzed less than a minute later. Cassie had replied:
“Yeah sure! Meet by the picnic benches at like 6? Crazy week in the costume department, lol. Ready for the weekend!”
“You’re telling me,” Aaron texted back. “Ok cool — see you at 6 tomorrow.”
He picked up his pen again, and didn’t hesitate this time.
“I want Cassie to grow two inches taller,” he wrote carefully. “I want her to be 5’6.”
Was that it? Aaron thought about closing his diary and calling it a night, but he had quite literally aroused himself in the act of writing, and he didn’t want to stop there. He went down a line and wrote some more:
“I want Courtney to grow two inches taller, to 5’9. I want her to be curvier, too, with wider hips.”
He paused, thinking that he better be specific.
“I want Courtney to gain 15 pounds, and for her hips to get wider by”
And here Aaron paused again. He didn’t want there to be any doubt; the whole point of doing all this now was to convince himself that he wasn’t hallucinating, and that this power was real. A small voice in his head wondered why having both her AND Cassie grow by two inches wasn’t enough proof, but he barreled on ahead, his hardening cock rising up into the back of his diary as he finished his sentence:
“8 inches.”
Aaron sat there, staring at what he had written for several long moments. Part of him had been expecting the letters to burn themselves into the page before his eyes, but he remembered that this hadn’t happened the night before. He thought about keeping the diary open to see if anything happened, but he quickly decided against this. He shut the diary closed with a thud and put it carefully on his nightstand. The temptation to keep looking at it was strong, but Aaron was already getting a little tired of his neurosis around the diary itself.
‘Just see if it works tomorrow,’ he thought, going into the bathroom to get ready for bed. ‘If it does, then we’ll…we’ll just…cross that bridge when we come to it.’
It didn’t take long for him to cum tonight — all he had to do was think about how Kristina and Courtney had laughed at him, how they had compared their height to his, and how Kristina actually was taller than him with her ponytail. And Kristina’s ass…oh my GOD…just the way it bounced and jiggled crazily every time she moved, even just a little bit!? Aaron had never been too skinny, but at this point he wondered whether Kristina weighed as much as him…or more…with that ass of hers. In no time, he was groaning out into the gathering dark, cumming all over his chest.
Just a little while later he had settled himself down in his bed, trying to put thoughts of the diary, and of Cassie and Courtney’s potential growth, out of his mind.
‘8 inches,’ he thought. ‘That’s…a big change…’
The emotional and sexual turbulence of the day finally overcame him, and he passed out into a deep sleep, ensuring that, once again, he was unaware of the sudden red glow in between the pages of his diary.
The next thing Aaron knew, he was in the process of sitting up in his bed, blinking in the early morning sunlight that was streaming in through his bedroom window. He usually pulled his curtains closed at night, but he had been so preoccupied that he had forgotten. Rubbing his eyes, he swallowed the nighttime scratchiness down his throat as he sat there in his bed, pondering in a stupor. Then it all came back to him, and he shot his gaze down to his diary, sitting there on top of those books. Aaron didn’t know if he should be doing this or not, but the curiosity was far too strong now. He could already feel his breath coming in excited bursts as he bent down, picked his diary off the stack, and opened it to the page he had marked the night before.
His heart leapt, and Aaron found himself inhaling sharply through his nose as he balled his hands up into fists, pumping ecstatically.
“YES!!” he cried, thrusting his face up at the ceiling. “YESSSS!!!”
The words he had written the night before were burned black into the page, just like his other words had been. With trembling hands, Aaron went to the window and held up the diary to the new light, just to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things. There could be no doubt: during the night, something had happened to change the letters, to burn them into the page. Once again, the same slightly burnt odor tickled his nostrils. Aaron flipped back a page, comparing the burnt letters of the previous entry with those he had written last night. They looked the same — it was like someone had taken a burning pen and traced the exact words, expressing his desires:
“I want Cassie to grow two inches taller. I want her to be 5’6.
I want Courtney to grow two inches taller, to 5’9. I want her to be curvier, too, with wider hips. I want Courtney to gain 15 pounds, and for her hips to get wider by 8 inches.”
Aaron nearly tripped over himself getting ready for work. 6pm couldn’t come soon enough. He still couldn’t quite believe that this was all real, that this was actually happening, but the evidence of the singed words in his diary was immensely compelling: he was beginning to believe.
Right before he left, though, Aaron remembered that he hadn’t arranged any kind of meet-up with Courtney. He was looking forward to seeing if Cassie had grown, of course, but more than anything else, he was desperate to see if Courtney had gained that weight, and if her hips had widened, in addition to getting taller. He whipped out his phone, and within a couple minutes, as he walked with animated energy towards the film set, Courtney had confirmed that she too would meet him by the picnic benches around 6. It had been easy to arrange, since they were already all friends with each other.
“It’ll be nice to see Cass, haven’t seen her in a minute,” Coutney had said. Aaron was already getting hard, imagining a taller, heavier Courtney typing those words to him.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun!” he had responded. Little did she know how fun it would be. Aaron crossed the train tracks with barely-pent-up euphoria. He had the strange urge to bend down, pick up one of the ballast rocks by the tracks, and kiss it. Somehow, this spot by the tracks, that one time he had happened by, had been some kind of a portal…it had been infused with some kind of occult energy that he, Aaron, had been lucky enough to walk into. Or, at least, that was one potential explanation. But Aaron knew he was already getting ahead of himself.
‘Eeeeeasy, eeeeasy,’ he told himself, taking a deep breath. ‘Just…concentrate on your work today. You can’t even be sure that this is even happening. One step at a time.’
Never in his life had a work day passed by so slowly. Aaron had at least hoped to see Kristina during lunch, but she was busy and couldn’t meet him like she usually did. Her pledge to meet him after work did little to calm Aaron’s increasing nerves — he had wanted to see if she was still the same height as him, and to see if her ass was still as big as it had been yesterday. His inability to see only fueled his growing doubts during the day that this would all somehow be exposed as a big joke. But finally, it was 5:45, and, with his heart beating away like a drum in his chest, Aaron sought out the picnic benches and sat down, waiting to see who would show up first.
Ten minutes later, Aaron saw Kristina bounding up to meet him. His insides did a little backflip as he saw that her ass looked every bit as huge as it had the previous day. The fact that she was wearing tight cut-off jeans shorts only magnified the astonishing fleshiness of her twin cheeks.
‘Oh my god,’ Aaron thought, ‘She’s wearing those platform boots today.’ Kristina sometimes wore her boots on set, and they made her two inches taller. Before, they had made her the same height as him, but now…
Aaron jumped up to meet her, making it a point to stand next to her, to compare their heights. Kristina seemed to play right along as she smirked, looking slightly down at him. There couldn’t be any doubt that, in her boots, she was taller than him now.
“See this?” Kristina joked, settling her palm on the top of his head and drawing an imaginary straight into the middle of her forehead. “Since we’re the same height, Aaron, when I wear my two-inch boots, what does that make me, hmmm?”
“Ummm…two…inches taller than me?” offered Aaron. He was staring into the top of her upper lip, which curved out widely in a bright smile.
“That’s riiiiight!” she cheered, suddenly ensnaring his neck in a playful headlock as she gave him a noogie on the top of his head. “Hahaha, oh my god, even when I got home last night, I still couldn’t stop laughing about yesterday. The look on your face! It was like you actually thought you were taller than me!”
“Heheh, y-yeah, well…uh,” chuckled Aaron, feeling the heat and weight of Kristina’s body against his. Her breasts were squishing up against the bottom of his shoulders as she pretended to manhandle him. It occurred to Aaron that, despite the fact that Kristina was still definitely curvy (especially in her ass), the rest of her body actually looked a bit leaner than it had before. He remembered that he had only wished for her ass to be bigger, and for her to be two inches taller — he hadn’t wished for any more weight gain. Had her increased height…”evened out” the rest of her body a little? He couldn’t be sure. And in any case, he could compare the results when he saw Cassie and Courtney. He had only wished for Cassie to be taller, but he had wished four Courtney to be taller AND heavier.
“Yeah, I guess…ha, I guess I was just a little delusional,” Aaron finished, sitting down on the picnic bench. He was glad that Kristina sat next to him, on the same side; the look of her big ass spreading completely over the wooden planks was so erotic that he had to force himself not to stare. Even so, he saw that her ass was hanging off both sides of the bench. Looking down, he saw that his own butt didn’t even span the extent of the plank he was sitting on…on either side.
“Damn…speaking of delusional,” muttered Kristina, suddenly glancing down at her butt, “I don’t know why I thought I could still wear these shorts…like, Jesus, are you seeing this, Aaron!?”
He looked down and saw the beginnings of an obvious tear, splitting down the side of her shorts, which snaked up to where her right butt cheek was noticeably straining the fabric.
“Like, oh my god, I’ve had to be super careful all day,” Kristina continued, shaking her head and chuckling to herself.
“Careful…? Uh, why?” asked Aaron blankly.
“Why?” Kristina burst out, her eyebrows raised in wry humor. “Because of THIS!”
At the word “THIS,” she flexed both of her ass cheeks, and her jean shorts tore audibly on both sides, exposing the creamy fleshiness of her upper thighs as the curved underside of her ass sprang into view. Aaron’s cock seemed to twang up in unison; he was looking down the filled confines of Kristina’s tight black panties.
“Hahaha, I mean, like, it’s end of the day, and it’s been so tight all day in these shorts,” Kristina was laughing, “So, like…you know, fuck it!”
“Haha, uh, yeah…yeah, that must have been…annoying all day long,” Aaron managed to say.
“Pssh, you’re not kidding,” answered Kristina, waving her hand. “They seemed extra tight this morning when I put them on. Heh, guess I deserve it, right? Thinking I can fit into these tiny little things…oh look, there’s Cassie! Hey Cass!”
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