Chapter 2 – Midlife Dreams

“Mmm, yeah, get right there. That’s the spot~"

The man internally whimpering as, with one hand, he scratches Sally’s left armpit with his bare fingernails, while with the other hand he firmly rubs up and down her sweaty asscrack. Not caring at all for modesty in the slightest in the way she controls this man, as she still believes that it’s all a dream, and that she’ll be waking up any moment. Once she’s satisfied with the massage, and her control over him gets released, he pipes up in a moment of clarity…

“M-miss Robison stop! Whatever you’re doing it’s---”

And suddenly, he was no more. His human body erased from existence, and his soul crammed into a slice of lemon. The sentient quarter of a fruit crying out internally as she pinches him up by the edges between her manicured fingertips. His body getting cut down the middle as she takes him, and wedges him atop her water glass, which is suddenly full of iced tea. Auntie not even bothering to address his brief outburst, as she quite literally squeezes the life force out of him to make her tea taste better. The majority of his immortal soul getting swallowed by Sally and absorbed into a cluster of cells on her inner asscheek, while the rest of his soul was still residing in the spent lemon peel. The former massage parlor employee existing as a few of Sally’s butt-cells, with a constant awareness of smelly garbage as his other half eventually makes it to a landfill

“...If I was dreaming, it should be over by now right? It feels so real. Humm...”

She thinks to herself, as she walks over to the bathroom, and looks at herself in the mirror. Her smile widening as her reflection changes. Her 37 year old body going backwards until it was like she was a freshman sorority girl again, except with drastically smaller boobs; no longer wanting to deal with the back pain and annoyances that come with nearly two decades of having generous breasts. A flat chested, confident girl staring back at her in the reflection.

“Gosh!… I feel so light now~”

Sally hops up and down a couple times, giddy with her now much more youthful, and full of energy body. Admiring the changes she made to herself for a few moments, before she heads back to her living room. When she gets there, she notices her now constantly vibrating phone on the table. Seeing dozens of unread text messages and missed calls from her friends and family

“--What the FUCK was that?!?”

“--Sally were you enormous just now?!”

“--Why did you do that!! I though I was dead..."

“--Aunt sally please be careful!”

She pauses at the last one. While most messages were either questioning or yelling at her actions, the one coming from her nephew seemed different. Not questioning why she was big or telling her not to do anything, but instead just asking her to… be more careful?

“Now that I think about it, he DID randomly like that beach picture of me a while back..”

Sally lies down on the couch. Thinking for a moment, before she makes her nephew appear in front of her at half an inch tall. The miniature 19 year old boy crying out in surprise at the sudden change in environment, and going perfectly quiet in shock as he sees the massive, cute, younger looking face of his aunt staring down at him

“Aunt sally? What… how are you doing all this?!! Why am I naked!”

Jason cries up to her. Simultaneously trying to cover his exposed erect dick, while trying to run away as she playfully lowers her fingertip, and pins him to the soft fabric. Rolling her finger back and forth to tease

“Auntie how are you even doing this? What’s even happening… mmph!”

“I’m dreaming aren’t I? How else could all this be happening~”

She carelessly says, as she scoops her fingertip underneath him, and cradles him into the palm of her hand. Playfully nuzzling his chest, and giggling as she sees him staring at her exposed chest, and trying to sneak some peeks at her exposed ass and crotch

“But you’re not though! You’re awake, I’m the real me….”

“Oh? If that’s the case, then… tell my why you’re so different from everyone else? Why are you so different from the others~”

Jason felt strange after that demand. He definitely didn’t want to confess anything, about his fetishes, or about the few times he jerked off to pictures of her. But once she asked for it, it all came spilling out

“Because you’re hot! And I really like seeing you so big over our entire planet like earlier. I just told you to be careful because I didn’t want to be crushed again. I love seeing you big! And---”

“You LIKED me being huge? Well, lucky you huh?~”

She smiles, nuzzling him with her finger. Smothering him between the softness of her fingertip that ended the world moments ago, and the warmth of her palm. Making the boy blush as his entire front was rubbed by her. Her playful smile filling him with concern

“Aunt sally please don’t make me----”

“So.. is it like a fetish? Tell me more, I want to know all about it~”

Against his will, he’s then forced to tell Sally about macrophilia for a solid 5 minutes. Explaining what the appeal is, what kind of pictures he looks at, and why he liked seeing her specifically. Until she’s satisfied, and cuts him off

“… This explains a lot you know! That’s why you drove for 5 hours to help move my furniture? Just to see me? How sweet. Go on, tell me more about how pretty I am~”

“I really really like your butt! Your blue flower panties are my favorite because of how tight they are… and I really like how confident you are! You’re so sweet and….”

The poor boy going on and on, spilling his darkest deepest admirations at his aunts careless request. She stops listening after a couple minutes though, and sets him atop her discarded pair of panties lying on the coffee table; the very same pair that he complimented her on. Her nephew in an endless, helpless trance of praising his aunt’s looks and personality, until she snaps him out of it.

“Macrophilia huh?… It is kind of hot sounding. If one thing’s for sure, this definitely isn’t a dream! I couldn’t make that up~”

She then reaches over, and gives Jason a couple pats on the head, before she makes a drastic change. The entire planet suddenly floating at crotch level; orbiting around her waist and getting constant views of her ass and pussy as the minutes go by.

“I guess you could say I’m the center of the world now right? Haha~…. Sorry for squashing you guys earlier, I didn’t know! This makes up for it though, right?~”

She winks down at the world. All of humanity having mixed reactions as people weigh in what they know about her. From groans at her dumb pun, to the way she carelessly seems to handle the power she has; everyone having to deal with the unintended consequences of the planet orbiting her. From the periodically strong scents of her butt and womanhood, and the constant strong winds with every movement that arise from the planet being suspended in an atmosphere. None of which concern her, as she flips on the TV, and watches a still-in-theatres adventure movie that she’s been waiting for.

With its orbit blocked, the earth then floats up her side, under her armpit (catching a stray hair the size of the nile river along the way), and begins orbiting her now richly colored head of brown hair like a halo. The world having to deal with the annoying sounds of chewing and eating, as she indulges herself on foods she’d normally limit herself from like cheesecake and chimis, with no fear of gaining weight or anything. Poor Jason not able to comment on any of this, as he still sits atop those panties talking up praises to Sally