Still on the bench, not long after

Mike awoke with a start, almost leaping off the bench.

"Deary, what have you done?"

He turned, his head pounding like it was being hit with a sledgehammer, to see the frail old woman beside him. Her loose magenta clothes had shrinkwrapped, revealing her incredibly thin frame. Nana now looked as if her clothes had been painted onto her body, completely without thought. Her breasts, stretched with age, had been perfectly wrapped in this tight material, allowing them to flop down her ribs.

"Uhhhh… what you asked for?" Mike asked, clutching the side of his head.

She pinched a finger to her thigh, feeling the material refuse to let up from her body, and sighed.

"Well, I suppose I did. I'm not the pretty young thing I used to be Michael, I don't know if I can pull this off," Nana said, leaning back against the bench.

"Do you mean… like it won't look good on you, or it's too tight to actually take off?"

She gave him that same wry smile, but it drooped again, "I don't know how you did this, but could you take it back? You seem like a very giving young man."

Mike rubbed the side of his head, his brain still rattling like ping-pong balls in a threshing machine, "to be honest, I don't think I can keep doing that. How long was I out?"

Nana looked at the ground and took a deep breath, "alright then. How long? It would've been only a minute. I didn't really notice, I was… well, observing my wardrobe change."

"Look, I might be able to help, but I'm gonna test something first," Michael gripped the bench beneath him, "I can make changes to reality without suffering any immediate … uh… what's the word?"

"Consequences, deary."

"Yeah, consequences!"

Mike felt a wave of energy ripple through his body, and Nana watched as his throat began to glow a brilliant white. It moved down, into his chest, and Mike felt the exhaustion melt away.

"I… I think it worked!"

"Quite the lightshow deary, but it's better than you passing out again," Nana cocked an eyebrow, "you seem… new. Did you just get this reality changing stuff?"

"Heh, yeah, I only got this power yesterday," Mike said, scratching the back of his head and averting his eyes.

"I can tell deary. You look like a cowboy who lost control of his cows!" She looked down again, "well now that you have a better handle on it, how about you fix this up?"

"Oh, right, hang on! I had an idea," Mike stood up and cleared his throat, "from this moment onwards, all humans will not physically age past 30, and all those who are currently older will be reverted back to 30 years old, if they're still alive. Actually, nah, 25. 25 is the year everyone'll grow to."

There was one second after he stopped speaking, where it felt like he was holding his breath. His chest got fuller, and fuller, until a blinding glow erupted from every cell on his body. Mike was lifted three, four, six, ten, fifteen inches off the ground as the glow bathed everything around him. His head fell backwards, his mouth hung open, and yet, he wasn't in any pain.

In an instant, it was over. Mike landed back on his feet, trails of steam drifting off his static-filled hair. Despite the incredible sensation, he didn't feel any worse. The light hadn't blinded him, and the whole experience had been… exhilarating. His cock, now somehow even harder than before, was desperately trying to turn into the behemoth that was kept at bay by his pants.

Turning his head, he found a woman he had not seen before. She had long dreadlocks, long, slender arms, and an ass so thick and pert you could bounce a quarter off it. She was also cowering on the ground with her hands wrapped around her head.

"Nana?"

"Deary, if you could give me some warning next time," a smooth, harlem accented voice drifted up from the beautiful woman, still clad in that skintight shawl, "my optometrist would probably appreciate it."

“Sorry,” Mike replied, reaching a hand down and pulling ‘Nana’ back to her feet.

She hadn’t grown any taller, but her wrinkles were gone, with a healthy glow painting her cheeks. She looked up at Mike again, blinking behind those enormous glasses she no longer needed. She slid them off, revealing intense, almost completely black eyes. Mike stared into the void, and the void winked at him.

“You’re a bright young man eh?”

Mike looked down at his hands to avoid showing his blush, “I suppose I am.”

The two of them looked around the street. It wasn't busy out here in suburbia, but there were a few folks milling around. Nobody had noticed the supernova, or at least, they acted like they didn't.

A redheaded woman was pushing a stroller along on the opposite footpath. Her beige slacks looked like skin when Mike first glanced at her. Her button up floral shirt was straining to keep itself on her. Inbetween each button was a window to her taut, pale stomach.

A couple walked past the bench, and Mike was struck by the disparity. The dude was wearing jeans and a movie shirt Mike had never heard of. The woman, who was currently giggling at a joke the man had told, was wearing what once had been a sundress. It was now a cocktail dress so tight that it had a cameltoe. There should've been no way that woman could take a step, but each stride of her legs stretched out the fabric before it snapped back to normal.

"Fuck."

Mike looked down, and saw Nana rubbing the insides of her thighs together as she stared at the shrink-wrapped beauty on display.

"You've got good taste," Mike said.

"Mmm. Damn right I do," Nana replied, her brow furrowing as she tried to think of a way to rub herself in such tight attire, "Have you got anything else in that bag of tricks?"