Angie strutted down the hallway, sashaying her enormous hips as she did so. A cruel smile appeared on her lips. She could see Vanessa at the end of the hallway. She was running, no doubt aware of what Angie might do to her. Angie started to walk more quickly. She had Vanessa cornered like a mouse, and now she would spring and take the ex-queen bee for herself. She could see Vanessa duck into a bathroom. Angie advanced towards it, then realized that the door was too small to let her through.Apparently a few of the doors in the school weren't adjusted to accommodate Angie's glorious new body. She snarled as she pondered the doorway. She was too huge to fit through, but she couldn't reach in and grab Vanessa. She considered shrinking herself so she could fit through the door, but she was loath to diminish herself. Angie realized that she could just make the door larger, but she had a better, more amusing plan.
"My tits are so huge that each one can block off this door, so heavy that several tons of pressure couldn't move them. I can produce an unlimited amount of milk with them," she said into the dictaphone. "And of course, I'm strong enough to lift them with ease." Angie thought that the process of growing bigger would have lost its luster after a while, but if anything the opposite was true. Her body trembled as she swelled, sending countless ripples through her leviathan, globular breasts. Every twitch made her scream a little louder. Her tits engulfed more and more of the floorspace in front of her, and one of them made its way through the bathroom door, the doorframe squeezing it in a way that made Angie drool. "Hey, Vanessa!" shouted Angie. "Come on out here!" No response. "Have it your way, then!" Angie then stepped forward, the combined mass of the wall and her own bulk compressing her breasts and squeezing the milk out of her. Angie panted with arousal as she felt the milk rushing through her nipples. Everything seemed to turn her on; she wasn't sure if it was just the joy of being a goddess that was doing it, or if the forces behind the dictaphone had a bit of a sense of humor. She could feel the level of mlik rising up against her breast. It was filling the bathroom. Angie could hear Vanessa.
"Oh my God!" she screamed, "What's happen--glrk!?" Angie smiled maniacally. Vanessa was going under. Angie waited until she felt a sharp increase in the force against her breasts. The water (or rather, milk) pressure inside the bathroom was shooting up exponentially as the pressure against Angie's luscious breast increased. Angie ran a finger along her clit as she moaned in pleasure, lust and triumph. Maybe she would just let Vanessa get crushed by the pressure in the bathroom. Maybe she'd just let her drown. Angie didn't need to keep her around to know that she won. There would be other people to brainwash. But a tiny voice of sadistic, vengeful clarity in her head said otherwise. Angie stepped backwards, and a rush of her milk exited the bathroom, washing Vanessa out along with it. Angie reached down, grabbed Vanessa, placed her inside of her cleavage and fell onto the floor, trapping Vanessa beneath the bulk of her boobs.
"Hey, little girl," Angie said as her smile widened with evil glee. "You've been naughty. You're gonna have to lose some of your thinking privileges." She laughed, her voice echoing throughout the halls. "Well, all of them, actually. I own you now." Tears welled in Vanessa's eyes.
"Why are you doing this?!" she said, sobbing, "I can't do anything to you! I can't hurt you! You've always been so good to the other students, why have you always gone after me?" Angie snarled
"I'll tell you why, bitch," said Angie. "In another life, I was small, shy, and flat-chested. And then I found this." Angie held the Dictaphone in front of Vanessa's nose. "And then I changed reality to suit my whim. And I made myself into the goddess you thought you were. But there's a difference between me and you!" Angie ground her breasts into the ground, knocking a bit of the breath out of Vanessa's lungs and sending a jolt of sexual pleasure through Angie's body. "I made it so that the dictaphone is a privilege that only I and those I give permission too can use!" Angie spat in Vanessa's face. "Oh, I bet that you want to use it. You could do some serious damage with it if you wanted to. But now it's too late for you, you worthless cow." Angie chuckled. "Now you're going to be nothing more than my toy."
Vanessa gulped, but realized something. If she interpreted what Angie said the right way, she technically had permission to use the Dictaphone. Vanessa struggled to extract her arms from Angie's cleavage, snatched the dictaphone from Angie, and pressed the record button. "I and only I can use the dictaphone!" she shouted in desperation.
There was a pause, and Angie realized...
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