The dictaphone

Erik looked at Vanessa Barnes. God, she was so... hot! And now, he could have her... of course, he could have anyone, but he lusted for her for so long... now, with this power... he couldn't pass make his dreams come true. Just like the one he got the other night where he was in a harem full of...

Erik covered his mouth in shock as the idea crossed his mind. This was... insane. But... he could make it true now.

"Are you alright sir?" asked a girl called Janelle.
"Yes, I'm fine... please, would you all start doing the exercise page 56 of your books? I'll correct in a moment." Erik said, trying to have a quiet moment to start his work. The whole class started working, and Erik tried to hide behind a book, like a student, to cover his mischievous task...

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Vanessa looked at the exercise page 56 and sighed. She didn't get it. Oh, she was smart, but she didn't get it because she never did any effort to try to get anything about mathematics. Why should she need this? She was a girl from a rich family. She'd have an accountant to count for her later, and probably some rich dumbass of a husband to pay what her dad wouldn't pay for anymore. She looked down briefly with confidence at her F cups. These were baits for males, and worked quite well. In fact, they were the working so well for her she'd never have to work a single day of her life, she believed.

Suddenly, Vanessa looked up as she thought she heard Mr Jackson saying something. Did she hear the word "Volume"? What did he mutter?

Vanessa stirred on her chair, feeling slightly uncomfortable. She tugged on the straps of her bra, then tried to focus on the exercise, or at least pretend to. She didn't want to cross Mr Jackson's gaze, as for some reason, he was looking up above his book to gaze right at her. Sucker, was he ogling? Probably? Vanessa nervously moved, as her book was partly hidden by her impressive H cups breasts. Having huge breasts was cool, but sometimes, those were so big she could hardly read a book or look at her tablet without having them in the way. At last, these worked really well. She knew males were damn aroused at her sight. Two years ago, when she was "just" a F cup, it was enough to attract them and seduce them, but these were making them real aroused, and the job was much easier... even if sometimes males were a bit too direct, showing interest in her breasts and only her breasts.

Vanessa frowned, as she felt her bra pinching her breast flesh. Damn, was her bra too small? She was sure she picked the right size, this one was her latest one! She quietly tugged on her bra straps another time, and everything went back to normal. She felt good and supported. And she needed it, since she was a very large K cup size. She had been this size for one year, since she stopped growing, and at first, thought it was too big. A E of F cups should have been enough to lure men. But with these, not only were there running behind her like good puppies, but their cocks were getting the best of them, and she could make them do anything to please her so... that was quite good in the end, despite them being fucking big and heavy. She rested them over her open math book. Her huge melons easily covered the whole exercise she was supposed to do... and she knew not only doing this was good to relieve her shoulders, but also, that teachers never said a thing when her huge chest was hiding a full book from her. They didn't want to have to talk about the topic in front of their class like "Vanessa, why didn't you do your exercise?" and have an answer about huge tits. It would be too embarrassing. One of the many reasons Vanessa enjoyed wearing tight clothes to show these wonders. She didn't know why she was so big compared to the rest of her family, but the pros were better than the cons. And as the queen bee, to have the school biggest tits by a good margin was a big pro.

Vanessa noticed Mr Jackson gazing, and looked up. He instantly hid behind his book. The pervert was ogling, of course... she pressed her breasts together, smiling, just to embarrass him. This guy was like any other : he wanted to fuck her. Most male teachers wanted, and the others were probably gay, and Vanessa didn't even count the school staff. But she didn't care. For now, she was young and proud, and was more interested in young hot guys, like the guys from the football team, or maybe a couple slightly older guys, maybe college students, but she'd never be interested in...

"40... hot" she heard Mr Jackson whispering.

"Volume", "Forty", "Hot"... thought Vanessa. She only heard brief words, but... my, it sounded like some math exercise about temperature. He was probably just working or preparing more exercises for the class. Still, she moved nervously in her chair, crossing her legs, as she noticed Mr Jackson's gaze on her.

Mmm... she loved it. She loved people in their 40's, like him. And especially him. She felt so hot... she never knew why, but she had always been into older men. Maybe because they were more mature, maybe because it was kind of forbidden, but anyway, Mr Jackson was definitely her top fantasy. In his 40's, a job with some authority like being a teacher, tall, and maybe not handsome, but cute in his way. She dreamed numerous times about his big hands groping her huge tits... just thinking about it, she crossed her legs a little tighter.

For some reason, Mr Jackson's looked super nervous. More than usual when he took quick glances at her proud K cups. She pressed them together again, hoping he'd calm down once he'd notice she'd let him get a good look without consequences.

She could hear him whispering things to himself like "No Erik... no, don't... it..."

Whatever he was thinking about, Vanessa hoped it was about her, she thought, uncrossing her legs, then crossing them again.

"...duplicate..." muttered Mr Jackson with a strange voice, even if Vanessa only got this one work. Weird.

She shared a concerned gaze with the girl next to her. She heard too. What kind of math exercise was he working on? Why was he sounding so... confused while doing it? Was it that hard?

"...duplicate..." repeated Mr Jackson with a tortured voice, like he was trying to stop himself.

Vanessa looked at another girl. She heard too. Vanessa shrugged.

"...duplicate..." said again Mr Jackson, almost strangling himself as he did, and panting heavily.

"Are you alright?" asked Vanessa, frowning. But even if the man looked at her, he seemed both delighted and frightened by what he was looking at, and dived back behind his book, adding once again :

"...duplicate..." he groaned... before he whispered again the same thing with this same word audible : "...duplicate..."

He was breathing so hard he sounded like he was on the edge of cumming. Vanessa didn't say a thing, because it sounded hot. But still, she was puzzled. Eventually, Mr Jackson muttered "Stop it!" and she heard him dropping something in a drawer of his desk before closing it violently. Then, he looked up at Vanessa, in awe.

"Mr Jackson, are you sure you're okay?" asked Vanessa "Or do you want two of my selves to help you to the infirmary?"

Two Vanessas stood from their chairs, waiting for his answer. And Vanessa wondered what was wrong. He looked at her like it was the first time he saw her. Vanessa, or "The Vanessas" as people used to call her. Vanessa was indeed special. When she was born, she had a gene similar to some animals and plants : every being is made of cells. And cells duplicate. What if all cells duplicated at once? Well, a body would duplicate. The first it happened, Vanessa was 3. Her parents left the room. When they came back, there were two Vanessas watching TV quietly. It happened again when she was 7. The two Vanessas were playing a board game, and lacked two players. When her parents entered the room, four Vanessas were there, playing happily.

And the weirdest thing was : they acted like a hive. All these Vanessas were acting like a single individual. Vanessa was some kind of hive mind. A funny things, she thought, but perfect for a "queen bee". Vanessa had no control over her duplication, but the latest one happened two years ago and led Vanessa to be.... 32 Vanessas. A full class of Vanessas. All looking with lustful eyes at Erik Jackson, here and now.

"Sir?" she asked again, with her 32 mouths at once. She got a quick thought, like she had sometimes, about what she could do to him with her 32 bodies... mmm, she loved being a walking harem... maybe he'd love it too!

But Erik was agape, as he looked at what he had done. His whole class replaced by a class of overbusty, and horny Vanessas lusting for him. Did he go too far? Why did he follow his obsession about her? Right now, he didn't care... as he looked at all this hard nipples pointed right at him!