All characters depicted are over the age of 18 in this story. This is the finale for anyone still reading.
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Chapter 10
Diana awoke early in the morning, her 19-year-old charge still sleeping naked in their bed and the sun not yet risen. She put on a spare costume she had packed. The feeling of her star covered bottoms felt almost abrasive on her skin. She had become so used to nudity, any clothes felt restrictive. This was a mission to ensure free and fair voting in a small nation, remaining nude would be a distraction.
She continued going through her belongings, eventually pulling out her most iconic tool. The Lasso of Truth seemed like an obvious choice to bring on a mission of integrity, but doubt nibbled at the back of her mind. Not only could it be considered a weapon, but the nation she was assisting with their elections would not always have access to the mythical item. She placed it on her side of the bed after much back and forth in her head.
She stood for another moment staring at Jaime, now sleeping with the covers kicked off and his legs spread open. His tiny penis sat their proudly, just peeking over his tight sack. "He should be proud of that little peepee. I know it's going to make someone very happy someday." Diana thought. She then walked to the balcony and flew off.
Jaime continued to sleep for hours, even through the arrival of Tora and Bea to his room. They entered quietly and found him in the same position that Wonder Woman did. They took a moment to admire before addressing him. Jaime woke to their whispers, but kept his eyes closed and listened.
"Isn't he just precious?" Tora said. "He is already so handsome."
"Do you think he's going to be BIG?" Bea asked in a naughty tone.
"Probably not." Tora said. "Even my little brothers were never that small. That's okay, though, I personally like a little weenie. It's so cute."
"That little?" Bea asked skeptically.
"That size would be new to me, but a handsome one like him could make it work. He just needs to be confident. At least it's very pretty, not some ugly lump" Tora replied matter of fact.
"It IS a little cutie. I just want to give it a little kiss sometimes. Maybe when he's a 'big boy.'" Bea said mischievously.
Jaime's POV:
They ACTUALLY kind of like my little dick! I've never heard anyone talk like that. Tora even seemed somewhat serious. I just have to act confident, I guess. I was worried everyone would be like Kimiyo. I love my new "aunts!"
Narrative:
"We should wake him now and take him to the potty. Diana said he can still have 'accidents' sometimes." Tora said interrupting Jaime's thoughts.
"Time to wake up, cutie!" Bea said softly in Jaime's ear. He could feel the heat that was always radiating off her.
"Yes, let's start your day with your aunties." Tora said as he felt a chilly pair of lips kiss him on the side of his forehead.
Jaime opened his eyes and saw his "aunties" standing over him, still as nude as they had always been. Their breasts sat proudly on their chests, with erect nipples from the cooler morning air. He feigned a yawn and smiled at them.
"Come, come." Tora said pulling out the chamber pot from below the bed. "Let's empty that winky before we do anything."
Normally, Jaime would be shy peeing in front of these two beautiful women, but Tora's cool touch created even more urgency for him. He relieved himself almost as soon as it was in front of his penis.
"We got here just in time, little guy." Bea said with her arms crossed below her large, round breasts. She had her hips thrust forward with her wild, green pubic hair right in Jaime's eye line. "You're going to be sleeping in our bed tonight, so we gotta make sure you stick to your training. No soggy sheets." Bea cooed. "Although if there's enough wine, auntie Tora has been known to tinkle too."
Tora shot Bea an angry look and her face turned from fair white to bright red. "Just once or twice...heh" Tora said smiling at Jaime. Bea rolled her eyes and mouthed to Jaime: "all the time." Tora snapped her head to the side to catch Bea, but Bea looked away innocently.
With that morning routine completed, Tora and Bea walked Jaime through the promenade, each holding one of his hands as he walked between them. Walking openly, the small head of his penis bounced slightly with every step. After the encouragement and humility he had heard from his new aunts, he felt even less self-conscious.
Like the day before they went to the beach. Bea had Jaime ran drills on the sand while Tora lay on her front and sunned her backside. Her pale bottom was smaller than some of the other women, but still plump. Bea ran alongside Jaime, her speed and agility surprising him. He would have assumed her broad, perfectly round butt cheeks and balloon-like breasts would have slowed her down.
Soon they all sat a table on the beach eating, when a figure appeared in the sky descending down. The group went quiet, not expecting any more visitors until the end of the festival. The sun created a curvy woman's silhouette, with large breasts and hips obvious. From out of the glare one could make out boots, red pants and a red shirt, and finally blond hair--It was Cassandra Sandsmark, Wonder Girl! She touched down fully clothed and approached Hippolyta and her guards, including a scowling Cora.
Jaime was both frozen in fear and mesmerized by infatuation. There was now someone on the island that knew who he was! He couldn't bear the idea of a known acquaintance, let alone another 19-year-old, seeing his embarrassing shortcoming. His fond memories of her, however, distracted him slightly. He thought back to their enriching heart-to-heart talk many months ago, and butterflies filled his stomach. "My biggest crush is probably going to learn my secret." He thought in trepidation. His heart pounded with stress.
