Thinking BIG - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Chapter 5

Dean had to think of a way to take control of this powers of his.

He spent the while way home looking for a way to do so. But he came up with the inevitable choice. What a better way to learn other than practice? He just has to try this new ability with several, and hopefully not too much, women.

He wouldn´t mind living surrounded by tall, hot women, but he´ll feel better if it´s not his fault.

Everyone, including themselves, would perceive these women as if they had always been this way. But he´ll know.

Even if his lust is bigger than his self-control, his guilt´s still there. He wouldn´t want to use his powers for evil purposes. To become the villain of this story.

As he stood there, on his subway sit, looking around. Watching all of the people sharing the same wagon. He didn’t focus too much on them. He wouldn’t want for a woman to expand inside this limited space. He wouldn´t dare feel some arousal inside the moving, metal vehicle.

He knew his hots intensified at night. Even if he wanted to hold his thoughts back, he wouldn´t.

He turned his eyes around, watching the metal walls, the orange-red sits. The metal tubes. The constant way of lights underground, illuminating their way. Between all of that time “alone”, he came up with an idea.

“Dating!” What a better way to meet new “test subjects” other than dating?

He now felt like some sort of mad scientist. Every woman he now met will be a little… altered at his will. In the end, it is not so bad. They will become taller, stronger, sexier. Which woman would complaint about it? At least that´s what he thought.

He got home, threw his stuff over the couch and went straight to his computer.

He logged into it, waited for it to be fully loaded as the light of the screen hit his face. His pupils becoming smaller as they readjusted for this new light they had.

Dean browsed for the most popular dating site. He could´ve downloaded an app, but he doesn´t really want to receive notifications. This is more like a test, no real need to date right now.

He wouldn´t mind, but he feels a little, elevated, to be dating a single woman. Date several women when he pleases, one at a time, that sounds better.

Meet them, expand them a bit, and move on to the next candidate.

He can´t help but to feel a bit like, he´s using these ladies. But in the end, no one uses dating services for other thing. It´s meant to look for someone to have fun with for a while.

Some are looking for true love, no denying on that, but most are not.

Dean created a profile, filled up all of his info. Something he had to be honest with, since he couldn´t alter any of his own features. He uploaded a few pics and started looking around.

He went on for a while. Was he picky? For sure! He knew that the body was not a problem. He could change any woman to the way he wanted. Well, really what he wanted, and at that moment only.

Any woman he dated will acquire the type of expansion he wanted at that particular time. He´s not sure how to really make sure what to do, and he´s also doubting there´s a way to reverse this.

However, he was lost in his own thoughts to really care about it.

Dean went from one profile to another. Looking for a woman that “filled his eye”. He went through a dozen blondes, another dozen brunettes, a couple gingers, another few women with raven hair. He wasn´t sure what he was looking for.

Was he in the mood to turn a slime woman into a tall, big-beautiful-woman? With thighs thicker than his torso. Boobs bigger than his head?

Or, was he looking forward to turn a plump woman into a mesmerizing beauty? Give her an impossibly hourglass shape, an extra thin waist. And also, huge breasts.

He wasn´t sure what he´ll do. But humongous breasts were for sure part of it.

He kept going for what felt no more than fifteen minutes, but in reality, he had been there for more than an hour.

He even forgot he was hungry. Anything other than browsing for a “perfect” date was miles away from him.

He thought this was hard, even with the filter of “women within ten miles”, it seems he had an infinite amount of options. There´s a hell lot of people with profiles here…

In the end, Dean found a lady. She was perfect! Her smile, her sparkling eyes. Her pretty, long hair. He needed to meet her.

Her body was sensuous, yet, she could use some changes. Her butt and legs were firm, a little plump, but her top was not that nice. She had B cups, at most.

For a guy like Dean, who dreamed of boobs from double-D´s up. She was kind of… flat. He didn´t mean to be offensive, but he was not that thrilled about that aspect of hers.

He put hands in action. Sending a simple “HI”.

Within a few minutes, he received a reply. He was amused. She answered!

That small greeting became something more, and then more. Dean was typing in his room. Illuminated only by the light of his computer.

He wasn´t really sure how, but he got a date. For this Friday! He couldn´t wait!

Time went on at a slower pace. But it felt nice to know he´s dating someone. Her name´s Lindsay, and they´ll meet on a place downtown by 10:00 pm.

He managed to hold back his ability for a while. Right now, the only woman in his mind was Lindsay. Plus, he didn´t want to think of anything until he was sure things will come up the way he wants them to do.

But it was hard. It seems that the women jogging on the park tripled! And the sexy women at the office, the ones everyone knows they´re hot, seem to be wearing even hotter clothes.

Is this like a test? Or is his mind playing tricks on him? He wants to fail this test. He can´t do, or think, of anything before Friday. He wants this to be special.

But it´s really hard. Plus, his assertive boss is now a 6´4” woman carrying a huge, bouncing pair of tits. Seriously, how did he manage?

A quarter before nine, Dean was already coming in this restaurant Lindsay picked. It seemed fancy, nice. And he made sure it was not that expensive before he agreed.

His first thought was to make sure she was real, and not one of those women who put pictures of someone else, or those others who put a picture from ages ago.

He walked in, hearing all of the chit-chatting of the other diners. A bunch of well-dressed people, eating over round tables, covered with a snowy tablecloth. A nice arrangement in the center of the tables. Some flowers, candles. This place was nice, maybe too nice for him.

Nonetheless, all of these minor concerns were washed away once he spotted his date.

There she was, the same girl of the picture, those same sparkling eyes that looked around before they met him. When she saw him, she smiled.

He was thrilled. His first date in, how long? Six months? Time flies.

“Hi…” He said as he stood in front of the table. Looking at her angelical face while he hoped he didn´t have a stupid look on his face.

“Hey. Nice to meet you, Dean.” Lindsay extended her hand. He would´ve loved a small kiss on the cheek, but they were still strangers. A handshake was fine.

Lindsay was wearing a strapless dress, of a dark whine color. Her hair was long, colored in this auburn red. Apparently, she liked the darker shades of red.

Dean tried to focus on her, get to know her, for real, before he thought of anything he wanted to change on her.

Lindsay was pretty, nice, smiley. She even laughed about the stupid jokes he said. He had forgotten the sweet feelings of dating.

However, he had a mission. The idea of expanding his date never left his mind. But he needed to know what to do.

Expand her butt? He hadn´t seen it yet. At least not in person, but there were some pictures of her at the beach where, well, he didn’t have to leave much to his imagination.

Dean was certain in one thing. Her chest, it was teasing him. As she spoke about this… whatever she was talking about, he had no idea. Was it about a friend at the office? Or some college thing? He was lost.

Her bare shoulders only led for his eyes to wander to a lower area. Following her naked flesh until he met the line of cleavage at the very beginning of her top.

He was wondering, what if it was deeper? What if her breasts were bigger? Rounder? How tall was she? 5´7”? 5´8”? What about 6´7”? If she was a whole foot taller, then her boobs should be much bigger.

“How will that top look on someone bigger?” That´s the last thing that came to his mind before “it” happened.

“As I was saying, my friend Bree was totally wasted. Another friend and I had to carry her to the car and…” the expansion began.

To everyone else, including Lindsay, this changes in her will appear as if she has always been this way. No one will notice her growth, except for him.

Dean was in a trance, her body started expanding before his eyes. As he looked at her while she spoke something about a party she went a few years ago, he was fixed into her growing cleavage.

Her B cups grew into C´s, then D´s and then, they just kept growing. But her boobs were not the only thing changing.

Her shoulders widened a little as her head seemed to rise, higher and higher over her seat. She rapidly reached six-feet in height, but kept going.

Her whole body was swelling, as she grew taller, she also got a bit thicker.

Below the table, her long, shapely legs became plumper, sexier. LONGER. Even if the dress she was wearing wasn´t ripping -because if she´s always been this size, then her clothes must grow with her- the fabrics on it were not fitting the same way.

As if she was a tall beauty who was trying to show off more of her sensuous shape, or just a tall lady with clothes issues. Things seem smaller for a woman like her, who´s currently 6´3”, and still growing.

Before he could tell, he found himself looking up to her face. Her pretty, pretty face. The only difference was that she was carrying a tremendous pair of tits now.

He couldn´t look at her in the eye too long before his eyes went back to her enormous tits. They had expanded, rounded, now they were swelling in what seemed a barely fitting top.

He wanted a line of cleavage, and now she´s got it. A deep fleshy line between her enormous breasts. Was she an L size now? Her jugs were titanic!

But not just that, all of her new self was thicker, larger, sexier. And he was dating this muse.

He couldn´t help it, an erection began to grow inside his pants. His main question was, how far could he get with this woman? But her next words just answered it, and not as he wanted.

“Oh my god, stop looking at my tits!” She sounded annoyed, why?

“Excuse me…?” Dean replied, looking up at the amazon of a woman who Lindsay now was.

“I´ve been trying to have a normal date with you, and all you´ve been doing since I you arrived is staring at my boobs. I know they´re huge, but what were you expecting? I´m fucking 6´9”, EVERYTHING´s big on me.” She declared as she grabbed her purse and stood up.

Everyone at the restaurant turned at them, they were pulling quite a show. Plus, Lindsay was outstanding, literally. Everyone pointed their attention towards the amazon for a moment.

Lindsay wasn´t lying, she was 6´9”, he could barely see her face while sitting. Dean stood up, trying to apologize, but she wouldn´t listen.

“NO, I´m tired of guys leering at me. That´s why I don´t date that much. Now, don´t follow me, this date´s over. You heard me? Or are my big boobs still catching all of your attention?” She turned and walked out of the restaurant.

Even if she was upset, angry even. He still watched her new figure as she left. She was a complete amazon now. Her breasts were giggling with her every step, and so was her butt.

From behind, Dean could see her fleshy hips, wide and thick, swaying as her round, tight butt bounced. It was a total show. All of that sexy flesh carried around by her thick pillars she called legs. So strong, so long. And so out of his reach.

He blew it, but how? Was he that obvious?

Maybe he forgot to change the way she perceived things. Probably she should´ve thought on something that made her not mind all of his staring. But it seems his little wish made her different.

As if she had been used to have such tremendous breasts and that she was already tired of it.

Dean needed to work on it. He still had time, not a chance with Lindsay, but still a chance.

Time to move on with the next date.