Go see the guidance counselor for some guidance

You assume your immunity from the law extends to attendance rules. You go to see Ms. Takamura, the school guidance counselor. The diminutive Japanese woman starts to tell you her walk-in hours are during the lunch break when you quickly change her mind on that score and she welcome you in.

"How can I help you today, Tommy?" she asks once she has locked the door behind you. With a thought from you, she is dressed in a baby-blue corset and thong and acrylic stripper heels, completely unaware that this is an unusual way for her to be dressed.

"Well, Ms. Takamura, I seem to have woken up today with seemingly unlimited power and I'm trying to figure out a good use for my new talents," you tell her, thinking she won't doubt the truthfulness of your words.

"Well, that is something, isn't it?" she says. "That opens all kinds of possibilities for you. I must confess, I've never had to counsel an omnipotent student before. Let me think."

She taps a finger against her temple and frowns prettily, looking down. With a little help from you, she comes up with an idea.

"I know!" she announces with sudden epiphany. "You could give me big boobies!"

"Really?" you say. "Would you like that?"

"Oh fuck yes!" she says as you help her realize she's a dirty-minded slut. "I'd do anything for a fucking big firm set of titties! Then I could blow this job and make some real money stripping and doing porno instead of just helping the stacked senior girls do it!"

"I don't know," you say. "Isn't that a pretty frivolous thing to use my power for?"

"Fuck no!" she says, here eyes gleaming. "Everybody loves big titties! And I promise, I'd use mine to make the world a better, hornier place! Please, Tommy, you've just got to!"

"Well, if you really think it's a good idea, then...

The guidance's counselor's eyes roll back in her head and she grabs her tiny tits and moans as you decide she should really enjoy the process. Her boobs grow slowly, trembling as she shudders and squeezes, kneading their ever-expanding mass. Soon, she is cumming and each tit is bigger than her head.

"You want them bigger than that?" you ask.

"Yes!" she cries. "Yes! Oh fuck-me yes!"

You keep filling her jugs up until they're just shy of giving her difficulty going through her office doorway. She is a quivering mass of orgasmic joy by then.

"Oh Tommy!" she says. "They're so fucking great! How can I ever thank you?"