The dictaphone

"Time to go back to class!" Lola clapped her hands, sending Jane on her way.

Jane wasn't sure where she was supposed to go, so she simply checked her backpack, and found in it her daily schedule. History class. In class 7b. Alright! She walked there, knocked at the door, and came in. She gulped as the history teacher, a man who used to be shorter than he was, was now way taller than the girl he was.

"Jane! Where were you?" the man scolded her "I'm not sure I should allow you in my class. You should..."

Jane didn't want to be punished or be in trouble in any way. And since her power was supposed to take care of this, she felt the world around her shifting, and there she was again, slightly taller, Caucasian again, with smallish B cups, dark hair... a different student. She noticed she had a pen in her hand. And something just appeared on the whiteboard.

"Thank you, Miss Jackson." the teacher eventually said "Now, you can return to your seat."

Damn, these changes were quite fast and barely controllable! But she was back being a Jackson, and now, instead of having been late, she just had been called to the board to write some answer. She was out of trouble. She returned to the only empty seat in the room, noticed a few girls winking at her, probably friends of her, and guessed she was now just a random 16 years old girl. She thought it might be better to just calm down, think, and enjoy a bit the fact she could check on any other girl without anyone finding it weird. Just one girl probably looking at the clothes of some other.

Eventually, after a couple classes, just enjoying being a girl, it was lunch time. Jane went with the other girls, all acting like they knew her forever, eating in the cafeteria. Jane had to admit it wasn't as fun as she expected. Girls this age talked about boys, knew nothing about life, and were watching shows Jane didn't care about. A disappointing experience. But she didn't want to change yet : next class was... P.E! Meaning, changing in the locker room! And this might be really interesting!

Jane was almost shaking with excitement when she entered in the locker room, the other girls around her unable to spot the intruder. To them, she had been sharing the locker room with them for years. When the girls started taking off their clothes, Jane took her time, looking around with a grin. But... again, she was disappointed. This class didn't had the school hot and busty girls, like Liz or Vanessa. The biggest pair of breasts she spotted had to be a C cup, and it was on a chubby girl. It was quite... disappointing. Sure, the girls had nice bodies, but not really hot ones.

Damn... thought Jane. I'm in the wrong class. It lacks one of these stupid big titted bimbo proudly flaunting their tits like in the comics!

For a second, Jane realized she just desired something. And felt the world shifting. Was she going to change class? The shift this time seemed... more confusing. Her head felt funny. Jane stumbled a bit, and one of her friends prevented her from falling as she grabbed her shoulders.

"Hey Jane, you're okay?" asked the girl who just helped her.
"I'm.... uh... like... okay." Jane answered, having trouble to find her words.
"Then be cautious with your weird balance."

A weird balance? Jane was really, really confused. She was trying to focus, absent-mindlessly toying with a long strand of blonde hair. She felt a little cold and looked down. Oh, right, she had been shirtless when the change happened. But when she looked down... she was stopped by two enormous breasts, heavy and round, pushed up by a bra digging in her shoulders! Each one had to be as big as her head, and as she hefted them, they indeed look quite heavy! What the hell happened?

Wow. I'm huge. These are some br... eeeer... titties. What's the other word again? Uh, I, like, knew a lot of words. What, like, happened? The change... changed me, like, into a bimbo? Thinking is soooo hard! But my titties are soooo big... I wanna flaunt them soooo much!

She hefted them, shook them, and the girls around sighed.

"Here she goes again, Jugs-Jane is at it, hypnotized by her own giant tits..."

Jane was giggling - and jiggling - proudly, not even hearing them. She eventually got out of her thoughts because a few girls were dressed and ready to leave the locker room now, and did. Jane looked up at them.

They're soooo tiny... without titties! Wait, I'm like, totally a bimbo! Is that okay? I didn't wanna be dumb!

A part of her knew she was wrong. But another part had never been so genuinely happy and relaxed for years. Life was simple. She didn't had many questions. And she had big titties.

Dumb okay for now. Like, I see later! Now : Titties!

She caressed her mighty mounds with pride and joy, still giggling...