Clyde could feel this massive, swelling dick pounding inside his head like a gigantic headache. It no longer matched what hung between Ty's actual legs, it way outsized it. He could feel Ty rifling through his mind, but he couldn't tell what Ty was accessing. He was breathing very shallow breaths in the real world, and while Ty was distracted, he took the opportunity to try to escape Ty's grip. By great effort, he summoned the strength to open his eyes and wrench his hands away... but in the process he had to see and feel Ty's big, meaty biceps and brush his beefy, rounded delts. /Those are definitely bigger since the last workout/ was a passing thought he had.
Ty, who knew Clyde's thoughts but wasn't fully paying attention, saw this and said /yeah, that's it! Feel my muscles, baby! Aroused, huh?/ In Clyde's mind, an exaggerated version of Ty appeared again next to him, bouncing his prodigious new textbook-sized pecs and smiling mischievously. There was absolutely nothing Clyde could do to deny it. Ty lifed his shirt and flexed his deep, rippling eight pack for his little audience and Clyde swore he felt a part of his soul fall into the deep crevices of those abs. Ty giggled as he received that piece.
As Clyde fell away in the real world, he could feel Ty's psychic dick begin to fade and Ty's image in his mind stumbled in surprise. /Gwaaah!/ thought Ty aloud. His dick pulled back a bit.
But the relief Clyde expected never fully came. Now that they were a few feet away from each other, someone of Ty's age and level shouldn't have been able to so much as prod another mind. And yet, after a brief moment of hope, the next thing Clyde heard was Ty's voice: /My mind's running sharper than ever! I feel like I have an aircraft carrier of mental power! Let's try this from a distance! That's more difficult, so I'll gain even more power!/
/Mmmm, there it is again, nice and challenging. Challenging enough to--OHHH YEAH! More power!/
Ty dove right back in and picked up almost where he left off. This time he shouldered his way through the wall, easily blasting it to dust. Familiar with how things worked now, he used his insuperable strength to hold his open palm in front of Clyde's self-image and used all his might to slowly squeeze it into a fist. Clyde was again gagged, to his frustration, but this time also moved horizontal, where black leather binds erupted from nowhere and held down all of his limbs.
/Now, where are those long term memories?/ Ty asked no one. /Open up! Let me in on them!/ He browsed through the brain, reaching deeper in, forging more connections, forcing synapses to fire at his command. One way connections sprang up near every neuron cluster as Ty took control: Ty received information, Clyde received commands.