Thinking BIG - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Chapter 7

Dean wasn´t sure what to do. As he walked down the streets, he could tell two things. Number one, all of the women he sees, are growing.

As they walk towards him, he can see their legs getting longer, adding some inches one stride after the other. Their thighs, filling up their pants, their jeans. More and more flesh swelling inside their bottoms. Giving them some thick, and wide hips.

Their breasts, growing rounder, bouncing more and more as they make their tops tighter and tighter. Subconsciously, he became capable of readjusting their outfits, how did he do that? He has no clue. But suddenly, all women are wearing these tight, stretchy tops, showing a long, deep line of smooth cleavage on their J cups.

It was easier for them to carry those breasts. No matter if they were 5´4”, 5´6”, not even five-feet-tall. By the time they passed him by, they were all amazons. All about a head taller than him.

He was worried. No one will notice the city is suddenly full of giantesses? He tried to stop, but he couldn´t focus that much. There was a small problem there his butt.

The other thing he could notice today was… his mangled butt. The lady from last night was not soft on him, at all. His butt hurt like hell, he couldn´t even sleep properly. He had to sleep with his butt looking at the ceiling.

But today, well, the pain wasn´t gone. In fact, it hurt a lot more. It wasn´t fair, to him, that he couldn´t use this powers of his in him. At least heel faster. Each step was painful. And he couldn´t take a cab because he couldn´t even sit.

Coming to think about it, how is he going to work? He works sitting on a chair.

He´ll figure something out. In the meantime, he´s trying to use his new abilities to make one of these amazons give him a “ride” to work.

A piggy-back ride? Be carefully carried sideways? Anything that keeps him from walking. But that´s still out of his reach. No woman does more than just pass him by, except for those who wonder why is he looking at them like a creep.

It was hard, but he made it to work. Surprisingly, on time. Now, time to hop inside the elevator, where he´ll be able to have a small rest. But the issue persists. How can he avoid sitting? He had his breakfast standing. Can he work standing too?

Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath before the elevator´s door was open. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Looking around, trying not to think or look so much at women.

No matter who she was, he knew she´ll end up turned into a 6´9” goddess, with giant boobs and a bubbly butt. He just walked straight and tried to ignore everyone, and also the pain on his butt.

Maybe people were wondering why he was walking in a funny way, but it´s none of their business.

When he made it to his cubicle, he tried to log into his computer while standing.

He tried to sit, but laying all of his weight on the chair was painful. Even standing there, a bit bent was hurtful. This was awful, and he was supposed to be there for eight hours?

After logging in, and working for about fifteen minutes, he got tired.

“Enough!” he grunted as he locked his computer and walked away. “I can´t work with my ass like this… I´ll leave, with a permission of course.” He made up his mind. He will leave work and get home, maybe tomorrow he´ll feel better.

Dean was not worried. He knows how this power of his works, well, at least he believes he knows.

It seems that not everything he wants comes true, still, what he wants does become true. It was kind of confusing. And hard to explain.

What he wants, what he thinks, happens. However, not every time he wants it. He already figured it out, hopefully. It seems that not all of his thoughts come true because not all seem to come from the heart… that´s what he thought.

He wasn´t sure, yet, if only his true desires became true. Even if he thinks he wants something, it not always happens. At first, he thought there was some delay on it, but then he realized it wasn´t like that.

Today, on his way to the office, he didn´t want women to grow taller and curvier, still, they did. He didn’t want this to happen, but it still did. At first, he thought that the opposite to what he wanted to happen, happened. But then he realized something, only his true desires come true.

Deep down, from the very core of his, those ideas, those wishes, those desires, they all took place. Now, he only needs to focus, channel all of his thoughts the way he wants. As soon as an idea comes to his mind, an appealing one, it comes to life. But it seems that not all of his ideas fit on his “dreamed life”.

He was still trying to make sure this theory of his was right. But this was a great time to test it.

He will go straight to Mrs. Clark´s office and demand, more like persuade her, to let him go. His butt felt like burning, and he had these small cramps from the pain, and whenever he flexed his gluts, it only made the pai worse. This was awful.

Which means, he´ll be able to succeed on this. If he really wants to avoid the pain, then he´s going to be able to get the day off. This was, not quite a desire but, an urge. He had an urge to leave. Which means, she´s going to be easy on him.

“I hope she doesn´t tease me about it. The worse that could happen is that she wants to see, to get a proof. WAIT! Don´t think on that…” he was mentalizing everything before he entered her office. Right now, he was a couple, and painful, steps away.

But there was a problem, he can´t think on anything else, because once he find that thought appealing, or make a mesh of it inside of his mind to make it fit a fantasy he´s had, it will happen.

“No proof, she doesn´t need to see my naked butt.” But he could use the help of someone who knew, at least an opinion. He just tried to sleep on it.

“She´s going to be nice, sweet and caring… I mean, comprehensive. She´s going to be a good woman to me. Not that mean boss, she´ll be… the bigger person in the room… no! I didn´t, UGH!” he couldn´t think on the word “big” or large or anything. He doesn´t want her to grow… right?

He opened the door to her office. He was glad he was at the same floor, he didn´t need to walk further. And he didn´t have to make an appointment, he just opens the door and that´s it. Pretty convenient.

“Mrs. Clark? Hi.” He said, turning at her desk, watching the big woman sitting, or should I say, bigger?

Dean knew he messed up again. There she was, the once 5´6” woman, he turned into a 6´4” amazon (plus heels), but now, she seemed bigger!

That´s right, his desires got him. She was not looking just big anymore, she was monumental. Even while sitting, he knew she was bigger than before. There´s no way she´s still the same height he turned her. Now, she was taller.

“Mhmmm?” she turned, smiling?

She was not the type of woman who will just casually smile. The only times he saw her smile were when she got a raise, and when she announces her vacations, and that´s it. But now, she was smiling? Why?

He did it again. He not only made her who knows how much bigger, but she was nice. But that was good, right? Possibly, he always takes things to another level. Does his mind have a special place he´s not consciously aware of it´s thoughts? Secret ideas that are unknown, even to him? Or is this a universal joke from someone higher?

Dean just closed the door behind him, trying not to stare at her now bigger boobs. She was taller, and bustier. A huge milf, officially.

He turned at her and took a couple steps, enough for her to notice. He wanted her to be attentive, right?

“Dean, honey, are you ok? You´re walking a little… like a duckie *giggle*” That was not mocking, just a gentle laugh.

“Yeah… I mean, not quite. I… I came here because I wanted to tell you something…” maybe this could still work.

He lied, of course admitting he got spanked was humiliating, so he just told her he fell while walking there. He tripped and landed straight on his butt. Maybe he even hurt his coccis, not too bad, but still…

“I think it would be better if I just… leave.” Could he get away with this? She seems concerned.

“Aww, sweetheart.” Sweetheart? What had he done?

Before he could say anything else, Mrs. Clark stood up. He looked at her face as she started rising, and rising, and rising… she was huge!

No longer 6´4”, well, 6´7” taking in count her heels. Now, she was gigantic! She seemed to be, at least, a whole foot taller than him. Dean swallowed hard once her head stopped rising.

Mrs. Clark was now a 6´8” giantess. Plus, four inch-heels. That´s right, even her heels were higher. Was that a good thing? Subconsciously to him, yes. Consciously… he can´t think straight.

“Poor thing… do you wanna show me where it hurts?” she placed her huge hand on his cheek, and bent over. The 7´ amazon was looming tenderly over him? Her eyes seemed caring, her tone was sweet. And her now deeper voice, which made his heart skip a beat, was so nourishing.

“I…” Plus, she said it. What he didn´t want her to do, or say, was said.

“Come on, just let me see…” her large hand was slowly reaching for his pants. Was she really going to do it? Pull them down? He freaked out, so he gave a quick jump back.

“OUCH!!!” it hurt, a lot!

“No! honey, don´t move.” She was actually afraid he hurt himself more. “Stay still, ok? I just want to see, I promise.”

“No, I… I think I…”

“Did you put some ointment on it? A cream for the pain? Hmm?” she seems to know. With her still sweet tone, she gently asked him.

She was kind, attentive like he wanted. But he didn´t want that, not specifically. He wanted her to care… but not like this. It was a bit… uncomfortable. Still, he felt aroused.

The boss looking at his naked butt? Touching it? Healing it? He WANTED that.

“I have one on my desk, you know us tall ladies sometimes have some pain on certain parts I don´t think I need to mention.” Back, knees, and maybe the neck when she ducked too much. “Let me check, ok hon?” she winked at him.

That was arousing, sexy even. This was it, he wanted to give into her. His member knew better, he was aroused.

This gets him thinking, was this all planned by his dick?

“Ok, here it is.” She pulled a cream out of one of her desk´s drawers and looked at him. “Ok now, come here…” she invited him with her index finger, “and pull those pants down.” Uh oh.