"My..." Angie whispered "It's everything I always wanted."
The brunette's face flushed and she felt heat rising within her as she couldn't resist pinching her nipples at the ends of her big, wide watermelons. They were so soft and sensitive...
Angie pinched her lips in arousal as a guilty thought crossed her mind and her right hand was instinctively, slowly but dangerously sliding near her panties.
But her new wonders were feeling too wonderful...
"I.. I can't do that here... It's wrong...", the shy and modest girl told to herself, her face all red, but her hand seemed to have its own opinion on its own as her thin little fingers were now plunging inside her underwear and slowly rubbing the sides of her bits.
Inside the toilet stall, Angie was slowly, but definitively, touching herself, one hand groping, kneading her left big tit, the other roaming her pussy and rubbing her lips.
She felt naughty and dirty.
She felt totally inappropriate, but the urges were to great as not only her new superior tits felt way too great to not play with, but she, herself, felt way too great.
She made herself great tits, better and bigger than anyone else at the school, and this idea, made fact, couldn't escaped her mind.
She had, indubitably, the biggest tits of the school.
She had the BIGGEST tits of the school.
This thought was ingrained in her and wouldn't leave her, but more specifically, it was greatly arousing her. She felt superior than every other girls, now all looking "small", if not flat, almost childish even, compared to her. She felt superior and better, and it was wrong, it was shallow but... it was Good.
"Hmph..." Angie stifled her shameful moans, bitting her lips, as her fingers was drawing circle around her little lips and clitoris.
She knew it was wrong, she knew she was being now as shallow and as bitchy as all the big breasted bitches and bimbos she used to hate and despise, but now she was in their shoes (and hers were BIG shoes...)...Jeez, it was an intoxicating (and delicious) feeling...
It felt wrong... but also right. She was the biggest, afterall!
As her masturbating was getting more intensive and less shy, the brunette felt less guilty about it as her inner self was convincing her of normalcy.
"You are a big girl now. It's OK if you touch yourself in the school's toilet stalls.You are a big girl. You have big needs. Big needs small girls don't have. It is all right."
"OoOOOw!"
This time, the short but stacked big breasted brunette didn't stifled her moan as her left hand was pinching her nipples and fondling her large breasts way too big for a such a single little hand with more fierce and passion and her right hand rubbing faster her clit accordingly.
And for a brief instant, she was startled, afraid someone might have heard her.
But her arousal quickly overcame her short-lived embarassment.
<<To hell if it's wrong!>> was screaming to her a little (but audible) voice in Angie.
"*grunt* mmmh...OOOooOOw!! I am so BIG!"
Angie moaned now loudly, lost in mental images of herself standing big and proud among an entire school of girls all smaller than her, by far for most of them, and all them knowing that, all them being inferior to her and knowing that right by just her presence.
The urge, her arousal and the pleasure of touching herself were too great to still think of being discreet.
Slouched on the toilet seat, her pants pull down to her knees, her right hand was now roaming much more frankly inside the panties it was stretching, her fingers now fingering without restraint, nor sense of decency, her tight pussy.
All the while the other hand, like a hungry wolf among too many sheep not knowing where to turn, in her ocean of tits, being clearly too small satisfy all at once every inches of the vastness of 2 such huge tits, was frantically groping, fondling tit flesh vigorously.
Angie almost wished she had a second pair of hands just to play with her now proper size huge globes...
Actually, maybe she could just do that..
Weird? Surely, but she could do so that-...
"??"
As her little fingers were energetically rubbing her vulva, Angie realized something she hadn't been attention to earlier.
Pulling all down her now soaked wet white little panties, she realized her pussy was perfectly trimmed, her thin little patch of brown haired pubes in a shape of a cute little heart above her clitoris.
Angie wondered when did she "s'est pris la peine" to do that extra as someone hopelessly single since the beginning of time and...
Wait... Suddenly, an epiphany came to Angie's mind, stopping her net in her private self-satisfied session. The dictaphone might have been toying with her here, she couldn't remember how or who, but she suddenly remembered, she *knew*, she wasn't single.
The brunette gasped.
That was something big... Almost as big as her huge perfect pornstar-like grade-S++ bazongas (almost...) but it was big.
The girl's heart was beating quick, as it was something way too new for her.
The idea she was in a relationship, that she had someone she was... intimate with (why would she had such specifically trimmed pussy otherwise?), somewhere who saw her naked ?
Was she even still a virgin ?
Strangely, she didn't know. Her memories of her new life didn't have her that yet.
Did she already had sex in this life?
Did that meant she already saw a dick?
A real one?
Not just one she would awkwardly and shamefully watched in some porn website in secret, her bed at night, afraid of being caught by her mom, curious to feels and discover that arousal of watching a big grown guy's dick expanding, to experience her first feminine "emotions".
Or not just a fictional one, in some more specific porn websites, she would also watch even more secretly at night, all shamefull, of some cute boys whose cock would magically grows and grows and grows to some impossible proportions in some amateur cartoon or 3D videos tagged "dick expansion" making her feel all weird and hot, giving her this very special weird feeling that made her heart race and made her cute pink pajamas with heart prints getting wet under her bed sheets...Even more so, for some reasons, when the video had also the tags "hyper penis", "hyper muscles" and "muscle growth"...making the shy petite girl at night getting all...fuzzy...
No, a real one. Angie realized that in this life, she might have already seen a real dick... and experienced it!
But, maybe because she was confused by this rush of unexpected possibilities or because of the mysteries of the dictaphone's ways, she couldn't say if that was the case, or not, in *this* life.
"Oh god!", the 5'0 tall but superboobed frail brunette gasped, blushing at the perspective.
Just at that moment, the insecure, timid, inferior flat Angie was waking up inside the now (obviously) superior perfect J-cup titted Angie.
A discomforting feeling of intense timidity she knew very well.
But as if her body was responding to these unsettling feeling, as if her body decided these emotions like intense timidity wasn't welcomed here, another voice in Angie told her:
<<Of course you have a boyfriend. Look at that body of yours! If any girl here deserves to have a boyfriend, it's you!>>
Angie didn't knew where did she got that logic exactly, but she calmed down as it seemed to her... that it made perfect sense!
She was so big, so hot now with her big bonkers. She was the biggest of the school afterall.
<<You passed by a lot of girls in couples on your way here. And they weren't even F-cup in size!... If those little girls can get boyfriends, you must have one too...>> this new voice spoke to her.
Yes, Angie thought, recollecting herself, that made perfect sense, it almost seemed pretty obvious if not Justice actually...
Wait, did her little voice just straight up called any girls with less than F-cup breasts "little girls"?...
Angie was feeling suspicious to that unexpected new voice inside her. She wasn't judging it if it was good or bad, but she wasn't sure she liked this.
*slam*
"Oh dear!", whispered Angie as she heard the sound of the girls' bathroom and realized she was still pants and panties to her knees and her hand lewdly on her wetting pussy, touching it.
Quickly, she recollected herself and dressed up back again, ready to leave the place, whether she could finish her new "Big girl's business" or not.
She had a boyfriend. But who was it? The brunette was about to find out pretty quickly, as she heard a male voice, her boyfriend... :
"Angie? You're there??!"
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