Heather walked back to the hallway but the changes hadn’t stopped affecting her. Chronivac made Heather’s brain become three times bigger in size. Heather rubbed her neck as her brain’s mass got larger. The neck gain more muscle to compensate Heather’s cranial growth which made the burning pain only temporary.
Heather rubbed her massive forehead and then her rumbling stomach. She felt a bit peckish and opened the bedroom door where John was waiting for her to tell him that she wants to take a 15-minute break before they continue their cuddling and love making.
Heather walked to the kitchen and sat on the kitchen table. She closed her eyes and projected a human sized transparent self-image of herself on to the kitchen to make herself the sandwich. The object that came contact with the transparent ghostly figure of Heather moved as it opened the drawers in the kitchen.
“I know John doesn’t like it when I use my telepathic and telekinetic powers in front of him but I need to exercise the more powerful and unknown side of my brain like a muscle. Focus, Heather focus. First grab the peanut butter jar, then the jam next to it and then the slices of bread from the bag.” Heather spoke to herself eyes closed.
In her mind she could see herself in a third person opening the jars and grabbing the knife from the drawer. All this happened in real time as Heather’s telekinetic ghostly projection did all the things she asked from it. Heather started to sweat as using her “superpower” felt hard. In her youth she was able to grab singular pencils or papers by her thought alone but complex tasks like twisting, turning and lifting anything, that was heavier than a cookie jar, was hard for her.
“Now, gently take a small chunk of the jam and the peanut butter from jars and spread them with the knife. Good. That's more like it Heather. You are doing great.” Heather mumbled to herself.
Heather tried her best to do the mentally heavy tasks and felt how they became easier to do. Of course it was easy. She was able to project multiple copies of herself in the same kitchen. The ten ethereal Heathers in the kitchen begun to clean the floor, wipe a counter with wet wipes, served her the sandwich she just made for herself and acted as Heather’s personal servants as she sat on the chair. She didn’t notice how her head grew in size again. The brain inside Heather’s skull inflated into an unbelievable size as it now begun to resemble the world's largest sultan’s turban. Heather’s gym ball sized cranium made her horny all the time. She took a bite of her sandwich and enjoyed how easy everything felt as she could move any object with her mind. Heather wanted to relax and relive the evening when she was in a concert with her friends.
Suddenly the kitchen looked like a concert hall where the orchestra was starting to play their music while Heather sat on the comfortable bench eating her sandwich. No one around her cared that she was naked as everything was her brain’s projection.
Heather was able to relive her past memories as if she was in there. After eating the sandwich she changed the scene by mentally teleported herself back to the kitchen while commanded her body to move to the sofa to sit down. Heather made a mental projection of John’s body in her mind. Then Heather used her telepathic linking to hijack and attach John’s brain waves to the replica body she had just made and soon John was invited to the fantasy land where Heather was the queen of the said land.
“What happened? I’m back in bed? Heather. When did you? Oh right. You must have used your telepathic powers again.” John asked from his wife while he waved his hands in Heather’s fantasy dreamland to check his body moved like in real world.
From John’s perspective it was as if he was suddenly teleported to a different bedroom that looked like theirs but with many flaws or correction. Heather’s telepathic powers weren’t perfect. But John didn’t care as he knew from past experience that Heather’s huge brain was amazing as she could make anything possible and make it feel real. John’s brain waves thought that everything that he did in this weird telepathic fantasy world was as real in if it was fake.
“Maybe?” Heather coyly smiled at John and kissed him in his cheek.
“Should I put your body in automation or would you rather to do things in the bed?” Heather asked from her husband.
“It’s our fourth time this week but I don’t mind at all that we have our fifth. What did you have in mind? A day at some luxury resort or even better, sex in the beach?” John smugly asked as she leaned towards his wife to give kiss in her mouth.
“Okay. I automated your body so it should wake up tomorrow feeling refreshed.” Heather laughed. “But the place… I want you to decide where we have sex. Just describe me what you want and I teleport us in there.”