The dictaphone

"Vanessa is our only winner today !" proclaimed Mr Jackson, just before flexing in such a way that again, a long "Awww..." came from all of the girls.

Except from a smiling Vanessa. The bell rang, and all of the girls stood up with sad faces, as they badly wanted to win. But still, they walked away for their next class, only leaving in there Vanessa with Mr Jackson. The bulked girl was sitting, and Mr Jackson had to invite her to come. She pretended not to be this much interested, even if just like all the girls, she wanted badly to touch those. But she still had her bitchy ways.

"Well done Vanessa, here's your prize !" said Erik, flexing and looking at how much Vanessa's hand was looking small compared to just one of his biceps, close to the size of her head. No, wait : bigger, he noticed. She touched them like a gourmet studying her next meal, and didn't said a word, while Erik was changing poses, hoping that it would finally blow her mind so much that she would stop pretending to be cool and beg him to let her touch more.

"Not so bad." she eventually said "And the test wasn't that hard."

"Not so bad ? You're speaking to a champion, Vanessa.
- I know, I know. But don't you always say to dream big ?
- Sure I do. But I'm at the top of what you can dream of.
- Dreams are all about being more than just reality aren't they ? And..."

She changed her tone and her pose suddenly, bending where it counted.

"... and we both know you also enjoy that fact that I was the one to win today's prize.
- Vanessa, please, don't be...
- Shush... your test wasn't hard. Your muscles are. And we can both tell that something else is hard as steel here. Not just your muscles."

Erik realized that the girl was rubbing her own body against his, and his raging erection was impossible to hide. She was definitely feeling it. And rubbing it with her body.

"Vanessa I...
- I'm the strongest or our class, you know it. We know it. You like strong girls. You like me.
- Vanessa, I'm a teacher and you know I can't...
- Can't what ? I'm not doing anything. Am I ?"

She rubbed against it even more for a few seconds then took a step backward.

"Not doing anything, see ? But you... you'll have to do something for yourself quickly, or from what I can tell, your sleeves aren't the only things going to burst today.
- I...
- Just picture me even stronger and your clothes probably won't hold for long. Think of me... stronger... and stronger... heavier... taller..."

She smiled as her speech definitely had an effect on him. His pants were throbbing with his gigantic rod, and he gulped. Then...

A) He has to excuse himself ! That was Vanessa's plan all along. She wanted him to leave so she could take back the dictaphone in his desk. She doesn't know about its power but still wants it back. And Erik made it so no change would take it from him but Vanessa isn't a change... and in this reality, she dreams of big and powerful things for herself !

B) He can't stand it anymore : he uses the dictaphone so Vanessa will lose her bitchy attitude and fall from him like a complete slave !