Angie went to the bathroom and considered her situation for a second. She could have whatever she wanted. Whoever she wanted. Her eyes glazed as she thought about what she could do with her newfound toy. She could turn that bitch Vanessa Barnes into a flat-chested nobody. She could make herself and Lucy into the queens of the school. She could make people do whatever she wanted. She shook her head. "No," she muttered, "that wouldn't be right." She thought about it for a while. She could rewrite her own moral code. She could..."Fuck. No!" She raised the dictaphone to her lips and, without thinking, said, "The dictaphone can never be used to directly alter somebody else's free will." Angie grinned, but felt a twinge of selfish regret. She had power beyond comprehension and she was throwing it away. She thought for a moment. "Well...I can still persuade people in other ways." She cupped her breasts and grinned. "And let's face it, I still have unlimited power. I just won't let it get to my head." Angie thought for a moment. She could do whatever she wanted. And she wanted to keep it that way. She raised the dictaphone to her lips. "Nobody but me can use the dictaphone or knows of its existence. I can make others aware of the Dictaphone if I so desire, but they'll only know I'm using it when I want them to know. And even then, they can only use it when I permit them to." Alright. That was done. Now to take seat herself at the top of the school's food chain. Becoming queen of the world could wait until tomorrow.
"I'm taller than the average boy here; I'm so tall that their heads come up to my cleavage. My tits are as big as my head. They're perky enough to largely stand up on their own, yet...saggy...enough to look natural." The Dictaphone began to work its magic, as if it was excited about being owned by such a sexy being. Angie pressed her hands to her chest, feeling the squishy, yet firm warmth of her newfound endowment. She felt a swelling in her crotch and a chill down her spine. "No. I'm not done yet." She thought for a moment. "I have a wide, thick ass. It's so large that when I sit down it's twice as wide as my shoulders. It jiggles with the slightest provocation. I have thick, juicy lips that are a dark scarlet without any lipstick." She waited. Her pants tightened, their seams rubbing against her vulva. She could feel her ass straining against the fabric of her jeans. Her heart was racing, her body was shaking, and she could feel herself getting wet. "And there's still more," she whispered, her words slightly impeded by her new lips. "I am absurdly wealthy, independently of my also-wealthy parents. I have this town in my pocket. So much so, that I could walk around naked, fuck whoever I wanted in broad daylight, and beat up a teacher and nobody would bat an eye." She didn't feel different, but knew that she was immune to the law now. She looked down at herself. She was still wearing her mousy clothing. That wouldn't do. "I'm not wearing a bra. I'm wearing a top that's so tight and small that it shows off underboob and lets people see my nipples through it. I'm wearing a black thong, skin-tight short shorts, and high heels that add 6 inches to my height." Her wardrobe adjusted itself without much drama. She looked down at herself, and walked out into the bathroom. She looked into the mirror and grinned. She walked out into the hall, ready to be adored by a lustful mob.
Much to Angie's disappointment, only a few heads turned. Vanessa was walking down the hallway. Her behemoth breasts bounced faintly with every step, and her every breath seemed to suggest that she would fuck anyone who she deemed worthy. She glared at Angie. "Hey, whore. Slept with anyone new today, or did you just want to look at me for your masturbation fantasies tonight?" Vanessa strutted down the hall, the swaying of her luscious ass drawing the gaze of every student in the hall, Angie's included. Angie couldn't believe it. She had done everything she could, and still Vanessa was the queen bee. Clearly it was time to throw subtlety to the wind. It was time to...
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