The dictaphone

Vanessa smiled proudly, watching her teacher trying to hide a bit of confusion.

"I'm sure you think so but, you're wrong young lady and..."

She didn't even hear the end of his phrase as she was concentrating on the loud sparkling sound around her table, and the comfortable, warm sensation washing all over her. She was ready to grow taller, when, she felt the familiar tingling concentrating on her breasts. What ? That's not what I was meaning ! she thought, as she felt again the fabric of her clothes trying to keep up with her beginning growth. In front of her, her breasts were going forward, taking more and more space in her already too-small tank-top, stretching it even more in every possible direction, as she could watch her breasts slowly hiding more and more of her desk. She felt her bra changing, turning into something easier to hook up for a girl her size, and going even thicker to support the growing masses of flesh and hide her hardening, soaring nipples. She was surprised, but not disappointed, as she thought, looking at herself So, a girl busty enough can make you shut up ? You like them big, dirty boy. Suddenly, she felt something strange, like someone touching the bottom of her breasts with cold hands but trying to find what it was, she felt... her desk ! Just sitting, she had now breasts big enough to touch her table ! And they were still growing, making pencils fall as the round orbs were occupying more and more space, the familiar creaking sound of the fabric straining sounding like music to Vanessa's hear. She was now more than huge or enormous : she was titanic ! When she felt that her breasts were occupying the whole table, the growth slowly stopped, until Vanessa felt that she was now even overflowing the poor desk a bit ! The wood made some worrying sounds under the weight, but didn't break.

"You were saying something, Mr Jackson ?" she said coyly, a naughty look in her eyes. The teacher was blushing "I uh... don't play it that way, Vanessa I... I... just... and give me that toy, I warned you earlier", but still, the man kept good. Vanessa frowned; Why wasn't he shutting...

Suddenly, the tingling returned, but this time, all over her ; the sensation was still pleasant, but it was even stranger. She felt her ass moving on her seat, and suddenly, she could see Mr Jackson's red face coming slowly closer, and all confidence disappearing of it. Her whole body was growing ! But still, something was wrong, but she couldn't place it. She looked around her as her classmates seemed to be shrinking, silently looking at her, as her head was rising. Checking her long legs stretching, she knew what was wrong : she wasn't stretching up, she was going bigger proportionally. Well, that's nice, didn't want to end up as the school giraffe, she figured, as she finally felt her knees being stuck under her desk, as her seat was becoming too small for her ! With some difficulty, she tried to stand up, and doing so, felt the overwhelming weight of her breasts and leaned clumsily, before finally slowly getting straight. She was already 7'0, as she realized while turning to Mr Jackson, the man having to step back to dodge the huge move of her titanic breasts. A student had to bend down his head not to be knocked by the enormous thing barely contained in her thick, industrial looking tank-top.

Vanessa smiled, looking at Mr Jackson becoming smaller and smaller, and feeling her whole body enlarging. Now, nobody could stop me and... why's the growth not stopping ? and right she was : the ceiling was now closer to her face than Mr Jackson's head. I must be at least 8' something ! but she began to worry when her head eventually touched the ceiling, and, as she could still feel the tingling, she had to put her huge hands against it and bend her head to continue growing. Soon, she felt the sensation fading, and she couldn't be standing anymore in class, displaying her cleavage big enough to hide one of her classmate inside to everyone. She tried to move a bit to feel if the growth had stopped, and realized that she was done with it.

Everybody was looking at her, now an amazing 10', as Mr Jackson was stuttering.

"I... I'm sorry Vanessa. I forgot I... please, sit down, I understand. I won't speak to you that way again, I'm so sorry" for a second, Vanessa thought he was ready to cry, but he quickly moved away, ashamed, going back to his desk to hide behind his book. "Please everyone, concentrate on your duty".he said, wiping the sweat on his forehead.

Her hands and the upper part of her back still against the ceiling, Vanessa gulped, looking at the eyes of all of her friends. She could read fear, and maybe a bit of envy in them. And mostly lust for the boys. She was now unstoppable. Even the giant Mr Jackson couldn't stand against her. smiling, she sat back, realizing that her desk was now a lot bigger, and that her seat had turned into a small bench. Still, she couldn't see anything under her breasts, and she had to search under them to find her papers and books. Next to her, Eden winked

"Well done, wonder why he tried to play the hero" she whispered, Amber giggling next to her, and mimicking Vanessa's huge breasts nearly knocking the poor teacher.

Gazing at Mr Jackson hiding behind his book, Vanessa smirked.