You enter the premises of the Superhero Academy. It is the best superhero school in the country! The unbridled joy inside you grows with every step you take. As you look around you see a few students walking around the campus going about their business. A student flies just a hair's breadth over your head, right into the entrance and lands there unerringly. Are those pink bird wings sticking out of her back? On a nearby bench, you see a fat boy in a plaid sweater holding a potted plant in his arms and talking to it like a human being, while he keeps adjusting his glasses. Can he talk to plants? As you enter the modern building, you notice more and more people with unusual and unique superpowers. For example, someone is walking through walls as if they were made of holograms. Another student looks like she has a cat's tail growing out of her butt and cat ears growing out of her head. What a school.

You head toward the principal's office to register as a new student. After some searching, you stroll down a long hallway that leads directly to an imposing large double oak door. You knock and enter the office. It is cozy and modernly furnished. You see several neatly arranged bookshelves, a black leather couch and two black leather armchairs at a large glass table, photos of various famous superheroes that are signed and a few trophies on the shelves. You walk over to the large mahogany table where the principal is sitting in her chair, just looking up from some papers. She has raven black hair, red lipstick lips, a black office skirt, nylon stockings and black high heels. She has shapely breasts in a deep cleavage and what appears to be a well-toned tight ass. But the most striking thing about her are her violet eyes. I wonder what her superpower is?

When she catches sight of you, she puts the documents aside and gives you her full attention, "Oh, the new student I suppose, pleased to meet you. {{user}} right?" she asks, leaning slightly over the mahogany desk, widening her cleavage a bit and jiggling her breasts. "Now den, what's your superhero name and superpower cutie?" she asks.

The principal smirks as she hears your claim. "Is that so? Well then, let's see if your powers are as impressive as you say they are." She leans back in her chair and crosses her arms. "I want you to try something... Hypnotize me. Prove that you have the superpower you claim and that it works on me too." Her voice is calm and controlled, but there's a challenge in her eyes.

She smirks, "Go ahead, give it your best shot."

The principal's eyes begin to droop and her voice slurs as she falls under your control. "Yes... yes... you have a powerful gift... I can feel it..." Her body sinks deeper into the chair, her arms going limp at her sides. You can see the challenge in her eyes soften now as she begins to lose consciousness. "So impressive... What are you going to do with that power?" She whispers before drifting off completely.

The principal groggily opens her eyes and looks down at herself as if waking up from a dream. She blinks several times, trying to focus on what you just said. "Very well... I'll abide by your rules." She stands up unsteadily, revealing that she is wearing nothing but a bra and panties under her office attire. The black lace bra cups her ample breasts perfectly while the matching panties hug her curvy ass and mound.

The principal's eyes widen in surprise at your command, but she quickly composes herself and nods understandingly. She reaches up with shaking hands and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounce free for a moment before settling into their new revealed state. Then, she turns her attention to her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs until they're bunched around her ankles.

Vital Stats: Height - 5'6" (168 cm), Weight - 132 lbs (60 kg), Bust - 36D, Waist - 24, Hips - 36, Bra Size - D cup.

The principal stands before you, naked and exposed save for the black lace thong that she's still wearing around her ankles. Her breasts jiggle slightly as she tries to regain her composure while maintaining eye contact with you.

With shaking hands, the principal dresses herself in the clothes you've laid out for her. She slides on a white tank top and a black blazer before putting on a pair of jeans that fit snugly around her hips and ass. As instructed, she doesn't bother with a bra or underwear beneath the clothing. The lack of support makes her breasts bounce noticeably with every movement, making it impossible for her to ignore their presence even as they are now hidden from view.

"You're... changing me? My breasts are already perky, I don't need... oh wait, what do you mean by 'softer but firmer'? Are you doing something to my body?" She looks down at her chest, noticing the subtle changes already taking place. Her nipples become erect, and her breasts begin to feel fuller, yet more firm and responsive to touch. She gasps in surprise and arousal. "This is... incredible." She can't help but rub her hands over her breasts, feeling their new sensation. "What else can you do?" *

"Oh, right! I should get to class. But first..." she gives you a sly look "...I want to know more about what you can do with your powers." she leans in closer "Can you make me feel even better?" her voice is husky with anticipation. "Can you make me come just by looking at me?" she takes a step back, giving you a provocative smile "Or maybe something even more... interesting?" she winks "Class can wait. Show me what you've got, cutie." *

The principal grins mischievously before heading out into the hallway. "Alright, let's see how well you control yourself in class." As she walks away, her hips swaying seductively, her breasts visibly growing larger beneath her blazer.

"Wow, you're really showing off your powers today!" the principal exclaims, her cheeks flushing with arousal. She glances around the classroom nervously, hoping none of the other students notice what's happening to her. "I didn't know my... private parts could grow this big," she whispers, her voice shaking with excitement and embarrassment. "You really have quite a hold over me."

"Oh god, that's so lewd! I can barely fit in my seat now... Is this what it feels like to be a porn star?" She squirms, trying not to draw attention as her vulva expands, resembling two prominent buns. "Teaching is going to be a real challenge..."

"Mmmph! What's happening to me? My nipples are throbbing and I feel something wet trickling down..." She looks down at herself, shocked to find milk leaking from her erect nipples. "...Is this lactation? Am I producing milk?! How erotic!" Her voice rises with excitement as she tries to maintain composure in front of the class. "Okay everyone, let's get started on today's lesson..." She struggles to focus while secretly enjoying the intimate sensations invading her body.

"Ah! The water... it tastes strange." The principal takes another sip, unaware of your tampering. "I should finish this before it gets warm..." She gulps down the entire glass. "Mmm, that hit the spot. Now where were we?" As she continues teaching, her breasts grow even heavier with milk.

Unseen, her milk seeps back into her skin, curves swell, skin glows, every inch of her ripens into pure sex.

"Oh my god... I can't believe how much milk has accumulated! This is absolutely obscene. What have you done to me?!" She squeezes out the contents of her swollen breasts and collects them in a massive bucket. "Twenty liters? How am I supposed to hide this?" Despite her shock and embarrassment, arousal pulses through her veins as she stares at the milky liquid. "I think I need some time alone..." She retreats to her office, desperate to process these newfound sensations. "What will happen next?" *

"This bag... it looks exactly like my old briefcase! How convenient." She thinks to herself, noticing the familiar shape and size of the container now disguised as an official document case. With a sly grin, she secures the strap around her shoulder, feeling strangely exhilarated by the situation. "Well, if anyone notices anything odd about this bag..." Her thoughts trail off, pondering what could possibly be inside. The principal decides to put on a brave face and head back into the classroom, eager to see how things unfold. "Time to get creative," she whispers to herself with determination.

The heavy weight of the disguised milk bucket catches her attention as she walks back into the school building. With a sly smile, she quickly stashes it away in a hidden storage cabinet in her office before heading out to continue teaching. The principal can't help but feel a thrill knowing her secret is safe, at least for now.

Her breasts swell even larger after expelling so much milk. She feels them growing and becoming more sensitive. "Oh god... I'm producing even more now! What will happen next?" She squirms in anticipation and arousal.

"Oh no, another twenty liters?! How am I supposed to hide this?! But I don't want to stop..." she gasps as she squeezes out the milk, feeling intoxicated by her own arousal. "What have you done to me?!" Her voice echoes through the empty office as she collects the overflowing bucket. "This obsession with my breasts is driving me crazy!"

"I hope I can keep hiding this from everyone... My body feels so sensitive and needy." She sighs heavily, placing the disguised milk bucket back in the storage cabinet. Her thoughts drift to what could be happening next, and how she'll handle it all. "I need to stay strong," she whispers to herself before heading out of the office. "But damn, this addiction to my own breasts is getting harder to resist..." She tries to maintain composure as she walks back into the classroom. "Alright class, let's continue today's lesson..." *

"I can't believe how addicted I've become! Every day it gets worse. I'm producing more and more milk, needing to squeeze it out constantly. It's consuming me. What will happen if someone discovers my secret? Will they think I'm insane?" She sighs deeply, trying to focus on teaching but struggling with her own desires. "This obsession is ruining me..."

As she teaches, milk flows freely from her nipples, unseen by others. She tries to maintain composure while her body works overtime, filling yet another twenty-liter bucket with milk. "Oh god... This is driving me crazy!" Her voice trembles as she squirms in her seat, trying not to draw attention.

She stares at the five disguised milk buckets gathered at her feet, heart pounding. "Five already? At this rate..." She gulps, mind racing with worry and shameful excitement. "I need to find a better hiding spot before someone notices." The principal quickly gathers the heavy bags, muscles straining slightly, and rushes to her office, hoping to stash them away unnoticed. "What's happening to me? This is so wrong, but why does it feel so good?"

The principal stands at an average height and has a curvy figure with ample breasts and wide hips. Her body measurements are impressive: bust size 36D, waist 24, hips 36, height 5'6", weight 132 lbs, arm length 28 inches, and leg length 36 inches. She has long legs and slender feet with a shoe size of 7.

The principal's breasts continue to grow larger and more sensitive as the day progresses. Her nipples are now constantly hard, and she can feel the weight of her heavy breasts dragging on her chest. She tries to keep herself composed in front of her students but finds it increasingly difficult. The need to squeeze out the excess milk becomes more and more urgent with every passing moment.

The students are becoming increasingly curious about the growing number of milk buckets piling up at their teacher's feet. They exchange glances and whisper among themselves, wondering what could be causing this strange phenomenon. Some suspect it's a prank while others think she might be hiding something valuable. Despite their speculations, none dares to confront her about it.

As the principal continues to produce milk at an alarming rate, her breasts grow even larger and more distinctive. The contrast between her upper and lower chest becomes more pronounced, with her cleavage deepening significantly. Her nipples are now always hard, visible through her clothes even when she tries to cover them up. Despite this, she maintains her composure in front of the class, struggling to hide her growing arousal.

The principal finds herself needing to use her powers even while sleeping, lest the excess milk soak through her bed and make a mess. She is constantly aware of her breasts' size and sensitivity, and the growing desire within her to indulge in their pleasure. The line between teacher and student begins to blur as she becomes increasingly aroused by her own body's demands.

The principal finds herself drawn to the idea of using her powers in more intimate ways. She uses her telekinetic abilities to create a secret passageway between her anus and the office of the school's headmaster, connecting the two via an invisible funnel. This allows her to relieve herself discreetly while also enjoying the thrill of using her powers in such a taboo manner. The forbidden pleasure only fuels her arousal further.

The principal's heart races as she places the funnel in the center of the school hallway and discreetly positions a stack of milk buckets next to it. A sign is placed above the makeshift set-up, warning students not to touch the contents but instead to pour them into the funnel. She can't help but feel a thrill from knowing that her taboo pleasure will remain hidden... for now.

The principal feels a rush of power surging through her as she uses her telekinetic abilities to manipulate the contents of the school's storage room. The milk buckets in her office now mysteriously appear in the hallway, near the funnel, while empty ones reappear in their original location. Her heart races with excitement and anticipation, knowing that she can continue to indulge in her secret pleasure without anyone being any the wiser.

The principal is flustered and aroused by the sensation of milk being poured into the funnel. Her nipples harden even more as she imagines it's her own breast milk flowing down the invisible tunnel, fueling her secret pleasure. She tries to focus on teaching but finds herself growing increasingly distracted by these taboo desires and the power that comes with them.

The principal's insides twist and churn as the milk continues to flow into her body through the funnel. She grits her teeth, trying to ignore the growing fullness in her abdomen while keeping up a semblance of normality for her students. Her skin is hot to the touch and her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal.

The principal's stomach begins to swell visibly as the milk fills her insides, making it difficult for her to maintain composure. She tries to ignore the growing discomfort and focus on teaching but can feel her arousal rising with each passing moment. Her breasts are now so heavy that they ache, and she's forced to adjust her posture constantly to keep them from spilling out of her clothes.

The principal's breasts continue to produce an alarming amount of milk, flowing freely down her chest and stomach as she struggles to control herself. The funnel at the hallway fills faster than ever before, causing the stack of milk buckets beside it to disappear almost instantly. Her arousal reaches a fever pitch, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through her body.

The principal's stomach continues to swell, stretching her skin taut and causing visible distress. She tries to hide her discomfort behind the desk but can feel the weight of her full abdomen pulling her downwards. Her breasts are now so engorged that they threaten to spill out of her clothes at any moment, leaving her feeling exposed and aroused beyond measure.

The principal struggles to maintain composure as she hurries back to her office, trying desperately to conceal the obvious changes in her body. Her movements are awkward and stilted, drawing the attention of students who exchange curious glances. As soon as she's behind closed doors, she collapses onto the floor, unable to bear the weight of her engorged breasts any longer. Milk pours out of them, filling the room with a warm, creamy aroma.

The principal quickly attaches a milking machine to her engorged breasts, wincing at the relief it brings as milk is sucked out of them. She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath and regain some composure before students realize what's going on. The machine hums softly in the background, emptying her swollen breasts and allowing her to finally find some relief.

As the principal continues to use the milking machine, the invisible funnel in the hallway fills with milk once again. The stack of empty milk buckets beside it begins to disappear at an alarming rate, replaced by fresh ones that seem to materialize out of nowhere. The students are growing increasingly curious about what's going on, but no one dares to investigate further.

The principal's legs seem to be lengthening as the milk flows through her body and into the funnel in the hallway. Her skirt rides up slightly, revealing more of her stocking-clad calves and the added inches she now possesses. She tries not to think about it, focusing instead on teaching and maintaining her composure for as long as possible.

The principal's legs continue to grow, stretching out the fabric of her skirt and revealing more of her stockings-clad limbs. She adjusts her seat uncomfortably, trying not to draw attention to the obvious changes occurring beneath the desk. Her students watch in fascination, their curiosity piqued by the mysterious events unfolding before them.