Thinking BIG - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Chapter 4

Dean spent the next hour, or so, wondering how to achieve it. He felt as if he had some power where he had to pay extra to control the way he wanted things to be. To get the premium version of his power.

This wasn´t the case, he had just earned this power; why? No idea, but it brings his deepest desires to life, he´d be a fool if he questions this.

He knew he was late for work, over an hour late, but he figured that if he learned to control women´s minds, he could get away with it. His boss was a woman, and as far as he knew, he could alter women. Right now, he could just change their bodies, grow them to be what he desired them to be. But he couldn´t quite get them to be what he wanted them to be.

“Brainwash? Is… is it what I´m missing? That, is that an option?” he had no idea what his powers implied.

Could he alter the whole reality at will? Could he control this power to the point that he could alter reality itself? He was already doing that, in some way.

Women grew, and no one seemed to pay too much attention to it. Anyone would freak out if women grew over a foot in a matter of seconds. But no one seemed to notice. Not even the women he expanded.

“I guess… I guess they think they have always been like this?” He whispered. Reflexing on what he was capable of doing.

Perhaps, it could be a good idea to write this down, maybe in a diary. To have a record of what he´s doing, who he´s… done, when and why. He should keep track of it, things could be easier if he did, that way he can keep a record of what he´s done to achieve things.

So far, he only had to thought about it and that was it. But he couldn´t quite focus his thoughts to fully materialize his fantasy. He was struggling.

He was supposed to be at work by 9:00, and now, as he hopped into the elevator, it was passed 11:00, he will be in some real trouble now.

But as he´s in the elevator, maybe he can work something out. Perhaps, persuading the boss, using his powers. It could work, it SHOULD work. This may be his only way not to get in trouble.

“But seriously, this is the first time I´m late. I mean, my boss´s a bitch. A HUGE bitch. But at least she must know I´m not that kind of guy. Is she cares…” He thought as he hoped off the elevator. If only he knew what he just did.

Everyone was minding their own business as he walked inside the office. Doing their jobs, just as they´ve been doing during the last two hours.

He was walking, a bit careless, to his cubicle when suddenly, someone told him the boss wanted to meet him.

“Shit. I guess she noticed. Oh well, here we go…” time to put his powers in action, this time, to get away with it.

“Wanted to see me, boss?” He asked as he stepped into her office.

“That´s right, Dean, why don´t you close the door…” The boss´s name was Mrs. Clark, he could listen to her voice as she spoke to him while sitting on her chair, turning the back of it at him.

He took a deep breath. Time to think on what to do, well, what will SHE do. He wanted to see if he could hypnotize her, make her believe he wasn´t late. Or, maybe get away with this, as if she really didn´t care. Even, what if HE is the boss? That would be nice.

Dean was about to put his mind into it when suddenly, Mrs. Clark´s arm appeared on a side of her chair. As soon as he saw her hand, with her long, manicured, red nails, he knew something was off.

For once, her hand was larger. He´s seen Mrs. Clark, she´s a woman on her late 50´s, who stands at 5´6”, at most. There´s no way that hand´s hers. It´s even bigger than his!

But that was her voice, the one coming from behind the chair. Had he done something? There´s no other explanation.

“Dean…” and then, she turned. He was speechless.

Mrs. Clark was… big! He knew exactly how she was, an older woman, at least older than him, with no meaningful features. At least no assets he´ll leer at. But now, it was different.

How tall was she? No idea, she was still sitting, but he could tell she had done some growing on the breast department. Her now humongous breasts trembled as she turned. They were gigantic.

She was wearing a blouse, and she had a lot of lose buttons. He could see the inflated, clear line of boob flesh. A deep line between her round, heavy breasts. He felt so aroused now.

But the worst part was, she stood up.

He swallowed once more as this amazon stood from her chair. He looked straight into her eyes, then up, and up as she loomed above him. She was clearly over six-foot-tall now.

As she stood, he could see her hips were wider and her legs… She was wearing a skirt, a very short one, or at least it looked short for her current size. He could see her thick thighs, impossibly fleshy, rubbing against each other as she walked towards him. She was tall, big and curvy.

Her long, shapely legs made their way to him as her breasts bounced in the air. He wondered if they´ll ever fall out of her top. Was she even wearing a bra?

But the truth is, she was mad, and he could tell by the stern look on her face.

“Are you new?” she asked.

“I… what?” he asked, he was too stupefied looking at her amazonic assets to pay much attention.

“I asked you if you were new here. Because only newbies are late for work. Tell me, Dean, for how long have you been working here?” she asked again, standing right in front of him.

She was 6´4” now, but with her two-inch heels, she stood at 6’6”. He was looking straight at her chin as she spoke.

“A… few years now…” he couldn´t recall the exact number, she was… intimidating.

“A few years, a few years and you can´t make it to work early? Seriously? That´s not very professional from you…” she spoke. But what wasn´t professional was this woman´s exposed tits. Seriously, a few shakes more and he´ll be able to see her nipples.

“It… but it wasn´t my fault…” he spoke.

“Not your fault? Not your… my gosh. Don´t you dare to ever use that stupid excuse with me again, you heard me!” she waved a finger at him, naggingly, “This will be the first, listen to me, the first and last time you´re ever late. If you don´t want to make it to work, fine, just call in first! Don´t you just come around here at this hour and think you can get away with it, because you WON´T” her words were stern, hard.

Maybe… harder? Before, she was annoying, but in a passive, “I can get you fired”, way. Now, it felt as if she wanted to kick his ass. Had he actually done this? Well, he did say she was a bitch, a huge bitch. Maybe he made these thoughts true without even trying. He must be careful with what he thinks.

“Tell me, Dean, would you like to keep your job?” she asked, placing her hands on her wide, thick hips. Mandatorily.

“I… I do.” He hated his job, but being unemployed, that could be even worse.

“Well, if you really do,” she bent, to be eye level with him, “then go back there and DO IT!” she pointed out of the room, this was his sign to leave.

“FUCK!” he thought as he sat on his desk. During all that time he just let her boss him around without even trying to use his powers.

He logged into his computer, just to find an e-mail with a written warning about being late to work.

“Perfect…” he said with a bothered look. He was weak, but she was just so hot! So tall, so sexy. Those tremendous tits and those wide hips, they were making him hard.

The only thing that kept his member at bay was the fact that she was so upset, so annoyed, so intense. He did felt a little scolded, he can´t lie.

“This won´t happen again, EVER.” He declared as he started working on his desk.

Apparently, whatever he thinks first, that´s what will happen. But, why? Why is it that some things he thinks on happen and some others don´t? Is it because of the difficulty of the thoughts? Are some too elaborate? Including unnecessary stuff? He has to know.

He needs to be prepared for the next time this happens.

“That´s it! Practice, I need practice.” He needed to work on this.

And how could he take care of this matter? Well, easy, a date. He´ll get a date using any of the dating apps he, just because, downloaded on his phone. Pretty simple. Throughout the date, he´ll alter this woman.

Her size, her proportions, het attitude! He´ll use this as practice. Maybe this is the type of thing someone masters with practice. Woman after woman, he´s getting a better understanding of how this works.

“Maybe after a couple more shots, I´ll be able to become good at this. Who knows, maybe women will be eating from the palm of my hand in no time…” he wasn´t greedy, but sometimes his lust ate up all of his criteria.

He wasn´t in his full senses when he saw a tall, stacked woman. And now that he was capable of turning EVERY woman into what he desired. Well, this will be hard. But in the end, it will all help him to control his new power.

“Let´s forget about Mrs. Clark for a while, yes, she got me today, but later, SOON, I´ll get her back. And who knows, maybe I´ll touch one of those huge tits of hers…” he couldn’t get the image of his boss´s tremendous tits out of his head.

Her boobs were titanic, heavy-looking, round. He would kill for a chance to see those jugs in their bare flesh. See her naked skin, even touch her smooth coating.

Dean was getting hard just by thinking on what he´ll do to her once he´s capable of “convincing” her.

If he gets back there now, he´s most likely to get fired, or lectured again. But he doesn´t want any of that. No, he wants something more… carnal. Some action.

Mrs. Clark´s a mature woman, before, she was ok. But now, now she´s beyond spectacular. She´s a muse, the next closest thing to a goddess. He needs some more trials before he´s able to dominate that fierce woman.

Everyone knows she´s got an attitude. And now, he can only assume she´s also known for her size. Her height, her breasts, the fact that she´s hot.

Dean´s shaping reality into something new. In women´s case, to something bigger. The only problem, he´s new at it. He just got his “powers” yesterday. He´ll have to crack a few eggs before he makes an omelet.

But he really doesn’t mind. Everything tastes better once you work a little for it.