Ahab looked up at the northern lights, as bright and brilliant in the midwestern sky as they’d been one month ago.
He lay on his back, his enormous dick still throbbing and leaking fluids from the orgasm he’d just experienced. Debris from the city he’d just flattened padded his soles, and anyone within view of them could see the twisted metal of crushed buildings and vehicles embedded in their folds.
The past month had been filled with lewd pleasure as the huge eagle roamed the region, doing whatever he wanted. At thousands of feet tall, nobody could stop him. When they tried, it just made him that much more aroused.
Something felt different tonight, though, and the reappearance of the unusual aurora borealis filled Ahab’s mind with questions he hadn’t thought about since the electromagnetic light show had appeared at the start of March.
From his heightened vantage point — even lying down, Ahab’s head rose hundreds of feet above the earth’s surface — he could see the aurora develop. It didn’t arrive by gradually fading into view, as he would’ve expected, but instead it approached like a wave; dancing ribbons of light snaked their way through the sky from the eastern horizon.
Soon, the northern lights would be directly overhead, and Ahab decided to simply lay back and enjoy the view. His enormous pecs slowly rose and fell with each relaxed breath he took, appearing like mountains to those on the ground.
Dazzling greens, blues and pinks lit up the sky, increasing in brightness as the aurora approached. Just as it reached the zenith over the bird’s enormous body, there was a blinding flash…
Ahab found himself waking up in bed.
What… what happened? Ahab thought. Was that all just a dream? Damn. Some of the details were already fading, but he remembered key points. He grabbed his phone and checked to see if there had been any news alerts about giants destroying major cities. He’d seen others over the past month; he knew he wasn’t the only one.
But there wasn’t a trace of any such thing. It seemed the world was carrying on like normal, as if nothing had happened. Even more disappointingly, it appeared St. Louis, which Ahab acutely remembered destroying on the very first night of the month, was still standing after all.
A notification popped up on his phone. It was a thank-you message for attending the wedding to which he had been driving the night of his sudden growth. But he didn’t remember attending it — and a colossal, nude bird likely wouldn’t have been welcome at such an event. The message even apologized for being so late, prompting Ahab to check the date — it was just past midnight on April 1.
His jaw dropped. Surely he hadn’t been asleep for a month! But he couldn’t remember much of anything that had happened since March 1, other than his apparent dream.
He felt something wet on his abs and looked under the covers. So it was a wet dream, too. Whatever, I’m too tired. I’ll figure this all out in the morning. Ahab pulled the covers back up and rolled over.
Had he been a bit more awake, perhaps he would’ve realized that his genitals were still the massive size relative to his body that they’d been in his “dream.” Perhaps he would’ve investigated why his feet itched, and discovered the tiny scraps of metal lodged in his soles before they fell onto his bedsheets and were washed away when he threw them in the laundry the next morning.
Instead, he fell asleep. By morning, most of his memories of the past month would fade, and eventually be replaced with what he believed had happened based on what his phone and computer told him, and from context clues he picked up from his interactions with others. His brain would invent some reasonable explanation for his enlarged endowment. Brains were good at that.
Ultimately, he’d forget all about what it was like to be a macro.
Well, for eleven months, that is…
And so we come to the end of my Macro March series — thanks to everyone for reading! I really enjoyed writing so many different stories for so many different characters with so many different interests. That said, I burned out hard toward the end, and I wasn’t able to do nearly as many stories as I’d hoped. So, if you volunteered and didn’t get a story, I’m sorry — I wanted to do more but only got through about half of the submissions.
I’ll explain some of the backstory in a moment, but I do want to make one more solicitation for donations via my Ko-Fi, at ko-fi.com/ahugebird. This took about three months to put together, and it ate up a lot more of my free time than I would’ve thought. It’s all totally free, of course, but if you feel like making a donation, it’s always greatly appreciated.
So, what was going on? It’s tough to come up with a way to tie about 35 different stories together in one universe, so you might have found some of the logic a bit tenuous. Here’s the general framework I was working with:
The aurora at the start and end of the series didn’t actually trigger any macro growth. I used it as an excuse to “flip” dimensions. Maybe it was some funky electromagnetism pseudoscience, maybe it was Earth traveling through a wormhole, whatever — the point was to shift the setting from the “real” world, where macros aren’t a thing (sad!) to a location that was similar but would allow characters predisposed to becoming macro to actually experience that.
About midway through the month, I used a story set in London to explain that all the featured characters had a genetic mutation that allowed them to grow to large sizes in the presence of certain external factors. The idea was those characters had always had those mutations, but would never have experienced a trigger in their “normal” universe. Maybe you’ve got the macro growth gene, too, but were just born on the wrong planet.
Later in the month, a character notes that they’d gradually figured out what was going on because they were a phoenix and had lived far longer than a normal person. This lines up with what you see in this final chapter: once the characters return to their “normal” dimension, they have some memories of their experiences, but they fade quickly. If you were to write them down, like a dream journal, you could eventually piece things together.
Everything on “normal” Earth proceeded throughout the month as if nothing had changed, so when the macros returned at the end of the month, it’s not like they had been missing for a month — they sync back up with the rest of society. But there are clues, such as the debris on Ahab’s paw, that all the events really did take place. They just took place in another dimension.
And what happened in that dimension after March ended? Well, that’s a question that perhaps we here will never know the answer to. Their version of Ahab can tell that story…
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