The dictaphone

Vanessa entered the class behind her friends, feeling the eyes of all the boys, and even some girls, on her breasts.

Walking right to her seat, she was glad that nobody was freaking out. Now, everything was like she had always been like that, and she sat, looking at the boys turning their heads whenever she nearly was catching them ogling at her breasts. Sure they already used to do it before, but not that much. And she had a strange feeling, as she wasn't used to her new body : her balance was different, her back was aching a bit, even with the bra on, and whatever she did, her arms were always touching her breasts anyway. Her eyes opened wide, as she realized that she could barely see half the table under her chest, as her view was blocked by her enormous cleavage ! Next to her, Eden saw her looking down, but just sighed, wondering why her friend was acting a bit strange today. First class was math, and even with the events of the morning, Vanessa wasn't late, so Mr Jackson would have one less opportunity to yell at her. She knew he didn't like her, and she didn't like him either.

"Okay class, open your books page 64..." said the tall man behind the desk, counting his students to find if everybody was there. When his eyes posed on Vanessa, she saw that, for a second, the man wasn't looking at her head at all. I know it's hard to look elsewhere, but calm down old man she thought. But as they began some exercise, and as he was walking through the class to check everyone's work, she catch him again, looking right at her breasts. Damn it ! You weren't doing that before... were you ? thought Vanessa, trying to hide her breasts a bit, but doing so, only made them look even bigger. When the teacher finally arrived at her table, he stayed just behind her, pretending to be checking her work, but she knew that he was looking at her boobs. They're hard to avoid but still ! But... what if... what if he was always seeing after me because he... was thinking a bit about me ? And now that I'm bigger, it's even harder for him to hide ?

Looking up at him, she was Mr Jackson making his severe face, trying to look concentrated on her work.

"You made a mistake, Vanessa.- he said, pointing at something on her exercise sheet
- Yeah, maybe. - she wasn't focused on what he was telling, as she was thinking about her theory
- There's no "yeah maybe", Vanessa ! That's "Yes sir" for you ! Focus more on your studies and less on bullying !
- Looks like I'm not the only one not focused on my work here, Mr Jackson !" she said, pressing her breasts with her arms

Time seemed to stop, as their eyes were almost throwing flames, looking at each other. The whole class was now looking, as Mr Jackson tried to stood up even taller and strict.

But Vanessa couldn't let him play the boss. She now had the power to teach him. Putting her hand in her pocket, she found the dictaphone and brought it next to her mouth. "Don't say anything" she said, just before pressing the record button and adding "I'm big enough to make you shut up".