Call her back.

Still recovering from the events that just transpired, you realise what you'd just been able to do. You'd just controlled someone's mind! Even if just an accident or a coincidence, this was something you needed to check out.

Thinking hard, you try and repeat what you'd done before. You hold the image, in your head, of her coming back and giving you a hug. If anything, this was simply a test to see if this was really what you thought it was, so, it needn't be too complicated.

The energy passes through you, same as before, except it's slightly weaker. Is it diminishing or are you just adjusting to it?

You hear her footsteps, on the stairs, heading down. It isn't long before she's standing in front of you, her long hair, nut brown hair sticking out all over the place.

Stepping closer, she takes you in a deep embrace, her height leaving you squished, face first, in her overflowing bust, the smooth, soft skin of her breasts sliding across your cheek, through the thin fabric of her nightie.

Clearly, this is no coincidence. You decide to try to push this further, thinking about her on your lap. As soon as the thought entered your head, you felt the strange energy flow through you.

As if on cue, Clarisa sits on your lap, throwing her long, beautifully tanned legs over the arm of the chair. With her height further exaggerated, her heaving bosom is now resting softly on your forehead.

Looking over her body, you see her thin, white nightie firmly clinging to her tight curves, the sweat from her arousal causing parts of it to become near transparent, exposing more of her silky, bronze skin.