You feel it coming on again. The warm sensation that is now spreading gradually, from the top of your skull, down to your toes, as your special ability kicks into gear. You had suppressed it all night, but now three drinks in, you cannot resist the urge to impose your fantasies on the cute bartender.
You lean forward on your bar stool to get a better look at her, as she serves a round of shots at the far end of the bar. Her black hair falls in a cascade of tight curls, all the way down her back. She is wearing a light-blue T-shirt emblazoned with the name of the bar, paired with black leggings.
You wonder how she ever managed to yank her pants on, over that huge ass. She is thick in the way that only brown girls get to be thick, with a teeny little waist to boot.
You lean forward on your elbows, focusing the totality of your reality altering power on her. Her black leggings slowly morph into black bike shorts, and then into little booty shorts. The shorts only partially cover her big butt, leaving the bottoms of her plump, caramel-colored ass checks hanging out.
You whistle to yourself, long and low, as you admire your handiwork. She just continues pouring drinks and flirting for tips, totally unaware of your meddling. Later on, she might wonder what on earth got into her, dressing so slutty for work. But she'll never suspect a thing.
Likewise, none of the bar patrons notice that anything unusual has happened, even as they all drink in the captivating sight of her huge wobbling ass.
As you polish off your fourth drink, she bends ninety-degrees at the waist, in order to retrieve some beers from the low fridge. You see the faint outline of her pussy pressing against the stretchy fabric of her teeny shorts. Your cock swells, and a fresh wave of warmness crashes over you.
She stands upright once more, with four beers in hand, still in her snug little shorts. They have ridden way up her ass. She puts the cold cans down and reaches in between her big soft cheeks, in order to fix her wedgie.
Suddenly though, in the blink of an eye, she finds herself in a black pleated skirt, with one hand adjusting her hot pink panties instead. She grins a bit sheepishly, but finds it hard to be too embarrassed, knowing full well that every man in there wants to bust a nut all over her giant ass.
She continues serving drinks, even as the bar crowd becomes more rowdy and inebriated. Every 20 minutes or so, you give in to temptation and remove another inch from the hemline of her skirt, until she is boldly rocking a miniskirt.