1. Here we go again.. ❤️
If someone says being an adult, doing a job, and paying bills is fun... they should be locked up in a psychiatric asylum. All I wanted was to sleep for days and have some free time. One day, the boss berated me to no end; I had drunk too much. I don't know what the fuck happened, but when I woke up the next day, I was completely sober and in someone else's bed.
For a second, I thought I had a one-night stand, but there was no one beside me in the room. And..
"AH! Who the fuck is that?"
The reflection in the standing mirror showed a much younger body than my own. At most around 19-20 years old and 5'8'' tall. The light-red hair made me look a bit effeminate, but the package below the waist was monstrous. I could not believe my own eyes and touched the veiny thing. Slightly hard, as it was every morning. A weird coin-sized tattoo was drawn at the end, near my pelvis.
Too real for a dream. The only possibility was transmigration. Well... there were more, but I wished it to be this.
"Finally free from all my bills! Yahooo! I look much better here; surely chicks will dig it. Not to mention I am young again!"
I looked around and found a smartphone. The date was 19th May 2026. No change there. The face ID unlocked the phone. I scanned the gallery to understand who this body belonged to, but my confusion only grew. The old me seemed like a loner; he liked drawing, reading, and keeping his distance from others.
I barely texted back people. The contact list only had seven numbers, and one of them was the police. The dude was into femboys, it seemed; the anime character and celebrity pictures on the phone suggested as much. He even sent nudes to some online guys.
The dick was barely three inches in those pictures and videos, though. No tattoo on that. But there was another tattoo, the same size but a different symbol, on the back of my right palm.
I saw my hand, and it was still there.
I was glad to see there was no real boyfriend. Only online sexting. The old me was smart at least. The room was on rent; other tenants lived in rooms next door. The ground floor belonged to the owner. A couple with no kids who owned a coffee shop together.
After putting on some decent clothes, I stepped out of my room. The house was decent-sized, neither too small nor too big. The upper floor where my room was had three other rooms: one beside mine and two opposite it. The ground floor had a large living room, master bedroom, and shiny kitchen. The backyard was nice and green.
Everything made me feel small. The doors were 9 feet high, the chairs, the couch, the window, even the spoons and glasses, the house walls... the house felt like it belonged to giants.
The room beside mine had someone in it; the rest of the house was empty at this time of the day.
While lazing around in the living room downstairs, I looked for more clues of my old personality in the phone. But I found much more than that. This was not Earth! A completely different world with country names I had never heard of in my life. There was a massive height gap in this world's males and females.
Some exceptions were even bigger. It wasn't just height, but the whole anatomy scaled up: wider skeletons, stronger muscles, longer limbs, organs, etc.
This just made the matchup between males and females ever weirder. Average male dick size was five inches, and average female pussy was almost twice as big compared to Earth pussy.
It was anything recent. As far back in history one looked, the signs were there.
This abnormality dictated their whole civilization. It was a completely matriarchal society. Females dominated almost all fields, while males were considered only for soft, cushiony jobs. The population of both was normal, but men had become the weaker sex. The psychology of men was shaped with women's fear in mind. Reverse rape was common.
Men were more modest, while women acted shamelessly and freely.
Truly baffled by the fact about the height difference, I decided to go out and see it for myself. Whose fantasy did not include a tall, thick mommy?
The time was around 1.20 PM.
The house looked cozy from outside. The neighborhood was nice as well. After a couple of minutes of walking on the street in a gray tracksuit and a white T-shirt, I saw the first woman of this world. And she was fucking tall. I could barely reach up to her chest. Her ass was up to my stomach, almost. Just her one thick leg covered half my body. Just one asscheek was equal to my whole head.
"Is something wrong?" The lady in tight leggings, a sports bra, and a leather jacket asked.
I felt so shy; my head automatically lowered. "Ah.. I'm sorry. I was thinking something and didn't notice I was staring at you."
"Oh, it's alright, sweetie. If you want, I can sit on a bench, and you can stare at me the whole day." She smiled.
Her cheeks were rosy as well. It wasn't shameless flirting, I noticed. She was genuinely trying to talk to me, even being a little shy and nervous when silence lingered.
"Thank you for the offer, but I have to be somewhere in a while."
"It's fine. Some other day."
"See ya'."
We both continued walking. I did not turn around to check out her ass even though I was dying to do so. If she got the wrong idea and forced herself onto me... well, I would enjoy that, but encouraging such behavior with strangers was just asking for trouble.
In the twenty-minute walk, I passed by several tall women and short men. This face was even better than I imagined. Almost 70% of people smiled at me, checked me out, or nervously approached for a short conversation. Including all kinds of men for some reason. Men were more annoying than women, to be honest; they were acting all entitled and fake. At least the nervous efforts of women felt more natural.
From the first encounter on my walk, I was hard as fuck. Average boobs were so big I would have to use both hands to grab just one whole. Average ass bigger than the biggest ass on earth, not considering BBW. And more than twice I noticed full shapes of vagina on women's tight leggings and pants. Not wearing a panty was normal for them; they were not at all uncomfortable.
I sat down on a bench in the park after taking a drink from a vending machine. Kids were playing merrily. A group of men was waiting near the kids, busy on their phones or chatting; they must be their fathers. Even raising kids was reversed. Men were in the majority, but some women were standing on the sides as well. Several of whom eyed me as I took a seat, but they did not approach.
A few minutes later, a mother and her little daughter walked in from the side. The mother looked bored, but the moment she glanced towards the bench, she stopped moving.
"Honey, go play with your friends." She smiled at her daughter, letting her hand go free.
The girl nodded and ran fast. The woman kept glancing at me sheepishly and took a seat beside me on the bench. If one looked from afar, we would appear to be a mother and son.
"Nice weather today," she said at last with a nervous smile.
I nodded, "It is. I almost wasted the day in my room, busy on my phone."
"Right? Before Haily, I never paid attention to such things. Park was just a childhood memory. Now I am like, anything is better than staring at a computer all day just so others above me can make more money."
"Yeah, work is a bitch. If our ancestors could see us, they would laugh at us. Slaves without chains." I let my feelings spiral.
The lady glanced at me and started laughing her ass off.
"Which one is yours? Assuming you are the older brother." She asked.
"None."
"Oh."
I looked at her. God, she was tall. Heavy, full breasts and a wide, shapely figure. For a middle-aged mom, she was quite something. Her tight jeans and black crop-top made her look younger. She was probably in her mid-30s.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked.
"Of course."
"If you were a man and you had an abnormal private part that you were hesitant to show others. It's medically fine, just socially a rumor-making thing.. would you risk showing it to your potential partner or refuse for fear that she would talk to her friends or others?"
"Uhm.. That is something. The right answer as a parent would be to never be ashamed of your own body, but high school is not a kind place, and kids are usually mean. I would only show it to someone I really trust. Someone who hides my flaws instead of making fun at every chance they get."
"I have yet to meet someone like that," I murmured and let out a perfectly timed sigh.
I always was quite an actor. I wanted to jump on the lady but did not want to initiate. Seducing was the safer option.
"Abnormal part? You know not all men are the same, right?" She asked.
I glanced at my crotch, drawing her attention there. "I saw pictures and measured. The internet says the longest is 5 inches; it's almost double that."
"Your... your..?" The lady was truly surprised but did her best to stay calm.
I pulled up my t-shirt and looked her in the eyes. For a second, she was too confused; then she hastily looked around. Everyone was too far away from us to see clearly. She gulped down hard and stretched her big, soft hand near my pants, and then she slowly crept inside my underwear.
I was hard for half an hour now.
I could see the woman's eyes widening in realization. The first touch of her fingers was hesitant, but then she wrapped her hand around my shaft and still could not hold it fully. Her hand was big, but my dick was bigger and thicker.
"Amazing," She whispered.
"Do high school girls have the same crotch region as... yours?" I asked, acting shyly.
The woman's cheeks flushed red. She knew it was wrong to do this, but it was an unbelievable chance as well. At least, that's how it would be if he was back on Earth and the roles were reversed.
She slid closer to me and parted her legs a little. "They should be just a little smaller. You can check if you wish..."
I locked eyes with her and touched her waist without looking. I had to unbutton her jeans, so tight. Then I slipped my small hand below her waist slowly. She was already making weird noises.
No panty. Her pubic hair was a jungle. And by the time my fingers touched her petals, they were soaking wet. A stain was visible through the jeans. She lowered her head, too ashamed.
"Wet means you like me, right?" I teased her more.
Her body jerked. Without meeting eyes, she replied, "Yes, but not romantically. It's just biology. It's easy for women."
"Oh," I said innocently while plunging two of my fingers in her pussy.
It barely even registered for her. The psychological situation was more exciting for her than the physical one. The hole was big. The creator of this world must be a cruel guy if he made such women and then gave men barely a finger-thick cock.
Her hand on my dick and my fingers in her pussy, we locked eyes. She bit her lips. If there ever was a desperate woman, this one was it.
Before she could release her juices, I let her go. She too, hesitatingly, let my dick go, and we leaned back.
"Do you have a husband?" I asked.
"We are separated; I only get Haily for a few days."
"Is it too weird to ask you to be my.. sexual practice friend?"
She smiled gently. "Not at all. Have my number and address. You can text, call, or drop by anytime. I will show you just how much of a blessing your specialty really is. Only little girls would use it for petty things as gossip; a real woman would treasure it with all her heart."
"Thanks,"
She typed her number and address in my phone. If she asked for mine, I wouldn't give her, but she seemed nice and knew her limits. If I wanted that big pussy and giant ass of hers, taking this much risk was a must.