One Milk-Filled Meeting with Headmistress Grey

Headmistress Grey's office felt quieter once the curtains sealed shut. The soft blue glow faded, leaving only slivers of the warm afternoon light filtering through the thick fabric. She turned back to me, professional and composed, and leaned against the edge of her desk. The motion made her chest shift under the strained black blouse. Those things were huge; they jostled even with her slightest movement. I'd expected her to be at the very least somewhat marginally aware of the added weight. For a pregnant woman, as smart and aware as she was, she should have obviously noticed anything minor and certainly a new form of needed balance. The app must be doing some heavy lifting; no matter how aware this mother was, it just wouldn't allow her to notice something like a bosom boosted 4 cup sizes.

I wonder if I should make them bigger... her baby would need something large to latch onto. More milk should only be a positive for everyone.

"Max," she began again, her tone shifting slightly, becoming less like a headmistress and more like a mentor. "We have rules here. They exist to keep you, and everyone else, safe." With that, she cleared her throat as her arms inched upwards. "I am your headmistress, yes. Your teacher, of course. But from here on, you can also consider me your guardian." Her shifting hands paused at her stomach, stroking it gently. "And while I am a mother, to one. I truly see you and everyone here as my family. That's why I'm sitting here with you in front of the desk. As long as I can, I won't be acting like your strict or harsh headmistress. You can consider me your own mother. I will treat you, and everyone else, no differently than I will my own child. I didn't have someone like that growing up, with these powers. And I will do anything to make sure no other mutant has to live without a figure like that in their lives."

What she said truly sounded genuine, and it could also very well be heartfelt, but one small problem was that... I didn't hear most of it. Something was certainly keeping my focus diverted in a way that was causing a tent to pitch in my trousers. One that I had to be careful and subtle to hide by shifting one leg over the other. Her delicate hands were no longer gently resting atop her stomach, caressing it with light fingers. No... no, no. No... No. Her hands were now firmly upon her breasts. Squeezing them. Gently at first, but with firmness as she went on about her 'family'. The groping was brief as if only to get a good feel for the size and weight of her enhanced bosom, without outright acknowledging the size of those milk'd up mammeries. As she went on about making sure no one mutant had to bla bla bla... I saw my upgrade in action.. 'Compelled to bounce breasts when alone with a man.' ..there was no subtlety to it; she cupped her hands under the natural weight of those calcium hangers and, with a small smile on her face, bounced them.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

A soft, fleshy slap filled the quiet room as they dropped back into place within her bra, only for her to cup them again and repeat the bounce. Her hands were a springboard to repeatedly bounce her huge tits. And she was smiling while doing it, like a proud mother showing off her new baby toys. The only difference was that these toys were her own jugs, and they were huge. And full of... milk. The thought made my throat dry. Suddenly I felt thirsty in ways I didn't know I could feel. She never broke eye contact, her green eyes earnest and sincere, completely oblivious to the lewd display she was putting on for me. Nothing that I know of was forcing her to reveal any cleavage, but with her seemingly being unaware of the sudden boobage-packackge she's been upgraded with (and her boobs were already enlarged a bit from her pregnancy and just being large to begin with), her clothes clearly couldn't handle their new size. The sheer weight and mass of her funbags, combined with the constant bouncing and jostling she was inflicting upon them, had finally taken its toll on the poor buttons of her blouse.

pop

The first button went, shooting across the room like a tiny projectile. It hit the wall with a soft 'tink' and fell to the floor. The fabric of her blouse parted, revealing a sliver of pale skin and the creamy white lace of her bra. She didn't even flinch. Her hands were still cupping her breasts, still bouncing them. Those thick lips of hers were moving, and I didn't make out a single word she was saying.

pop

The second button gave way, this one landing somewhere on the plush carpet. The gap in her blouse widened, exposing a generous expanse of her cleavage, the soft, pale flesh of her breasts swelling over the top of her bra. I could see the faint blue veins tracing paths just beneath the surface of her skin. I stared, mesmerized, my own breathing growing shallow.

pop

The third button erupted off; she still didn't notice. The action exposed more of her torso, clad only in the sheer white lace bra. The garment was clearly struggling to contain its bounty, the cups overflowing, the straining lace digging into her soft flesh. Up, down, up, down. Ripple, ripple. I almost wanted to reach over and just squeeze them myself; with how she's bouncing them, it'd probably feel good. The way the weight of her melons jiggled... it was hypnotizing. Her face, a mask of serene motherly wisdom, was a stark, absurd contrast to the pornographic tableau unfolding before me. I watched, my heart hammering against my ribs, as she bounced them for a fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh... eighth time. With a final, decisive jiggle, the last few buttons of her blouse looked to finally lose the fight from the jostling force. Yet by a miracle of fate, they stayed strong, though they were blatantly shaking, her bouncing doing no favors. Did she really not hear the meaty soft clap in the room? It was emanating directly under her chin.

She finally let go, her hands returning to her sides as if nothing had happened. "But, with all that in mind, as your guardian... and the guardian of everyone else at this school. I need you to understand that I am here to protect everyone. Not just you." Her tone shifted; it was faint, but she went from a calm, understanding mother to a more firm instructor in just one sentence. Though I was still focused on those tits... I didn't even fully notice it before, but she had a nice bath of freckles on them, light to the point where it wasn't overbearing, but they were certainly there, matching the small scatter on her face as well. Her package was settling from the previous bounce buffette, and took a decent amount of time to come to a pause. Even then, with each slight shift in her movement, and with all that newfound bra-clad cleavage on display, they still held faint small tremmers, even without her outright bouncing them. Did the upgrade have a cool down? Maybe it wasn't always active and needed a window to recharge. "So, before we begin to discuss your classes, curriculum, etc... we need to have a real one-on-one talk about expectations, boundaries, and above all else, respect."

All of a sudden, with a blink, her words started to sink back in. It was something about her tone, and the actual words that led me in. Respect? Expectations? Boundaries? Why would a Headmistress be bringing this up if she didn't have a reason? She doesn't know anything... right?

"I-Um..." I stammered, "What d-do you mean?" Nice played it cool, very subtle.

Headmistress Grey took a deep breath, one that caused her bosom to inflate with air and press even more firmly against the strained fabric. I saw her lace bra stretch and strain with the motion. Before a soft 'pop' echoed in the room for a fourth button. This one shot past her shoulder and landed somewhere on her desk. She flinched at the sound, her gaze dropping to her chest for the first time. She stared at the gaping hole in her blouse, blinked, then glanced back up, seemingly not noticing anything of note. "Well. I will be direct with you, Max." Her green eyes locked onto me. "I know during our first meeting, you took a picture of my... cleavage." She said flatly and directly. There was no accusation in her tone. Just a calm, simple fact. "You'll find that I am more aware than the teachers you've dealt with in the past. I notice things; we all do." I assume she was referring to the other teachers, which is interesting because so far, due to the app, none of them, in fact, had noticed anything I was doing. My face was fully deep within the black walls of Ms. Monroe's heavenly cheeks, and she didn't seem to pick up on that. Hell, the Headmistress looked directly down at her own freckled bra-clad wrack, cleavage propped up and all. Then glanced back up as if she didn't see anything. I think as long as the awareness toggle is off, and what they see is related to an effect of an upgrade, they fail to see it. Jean did feel the buttons, at least the most recent one that caused her whole rack to jostle, and was able to look at them; but since directly acknowledging her tits like that might be too related to her enhanced cup size, she just wasn't given permission to notice that her mammeires were out.

But I wasn't able to think too deeply on that front.. since clearly they CAN notice things. She knew I took a picture of her cleavage? How the... how!? Well, I guess that action isn't directly tied to any triggers, but also the HUD is directly inside my own head; she's telekinetic and can move things around with her mind. I'm not sure what that has to do with seeing my camera vision. "I-I um." I gulped; I'm really bad at keeping my cool. Shit. "I didn't do—"

"Now, before you begin lying to me, Max. Please know, I'm aware of a lot more than you think."

My lie died out in my throat.

She continued, her voice calm. "I do see you and everyone as family. I will treat you like my own children. But my children aren't exempt from being punished if they must. And if you are being treated the same, then you aren't as well. So, I am telling you this here and now. To avoid any possible problems occurring in the future. I am strict when I need to be, and I'm honest because I want to be. I haven't lied to you once since we met-" 'SQUIRT' "-and I expect you to return the favor."

Wait, what the hell was that sound?

Nevermind.

"I- well..."

"Max. Am I correct? Did you take a picture of my breasts?"

Was it hot in here? I can't lie now; she knows! My mind raced. The app! Maybe... maybe I can use it. I could get more upgrades; maybe I could try to get out of this... I could try to force her to forget; was there an upgrade that did that? I had a daily re-roll, maybe...

"Max..." Her voice repeated, still calm, but her breath held a warning. She was giving me every opportunity to come clean. If I lie now... I'll be in huge trouble. If I tell the truth, what happens then? Shit. "I didn't begin our relationship on lies." 'SPLURT' "-don't start now."

What the heck was that noise again? It sounded like wet, squelching. Did she step on something? No, that's fucking crazy; she didn't move, I didn't move. There was nothing on the floor. Did I hear it wrong? Maybe.. I'm just freaking out. My hearing is probably just...

Wait... her... her blouse... near her left nipple... it's... It's getting dark. A wet spot. A small, growing damp patch was blooming across the white lace of her bra, seeping into the black fabric of her blouse. Right over her nipple. A tiny trickle of something white ran down the curve of her breast, vanishing into the valley of her cleavage. Milk. She's lactating. Because she's pregnant. But it seems like... she's lactating more... holy shit. The upgrade, what was it..? Loudly squirting milk when lying. Holy shit, that's useful... and because her awareness is off, she doesn't know she has two built-in lie detectors on her chest, the same hefty jugs she was jostling. That's hot as hell, but it's also giving me proof... something she just said was a lie. What did she say?

"Oh." I gulped, choosing my words carefully, "Okay, you really mean it... you didn't lie to me?"

Jean raised an eyebrow at the question, but otherwise answered normally, "Of course not. I haven't, since we met." SQUIRT! Another stream, this one much more forceful than before, shot out from her other breast, soaking a wider patch on her blouse. It must be a lot, as she was wearing a bra- sure, a bra that didn't quite fit, but it was a bra nonetheless, an extra layer of defense between her nipple and the blouse- yet I still could see the damp patch growing. It made a much louder noise this time too. She didn't notice the milk or the sound, but she did flinch slightly as if something was slightly uncomfortable but not enough to acknowledge. I wonder if the amount of milk or the level of squirting and sound depended on how much of a lie it was, and by now she has claimed to have never lied to me three times; that lie is getting thick due to its repetition, so her poor nipple splurted out quite a bit there. "Now please, Max. I need to hear it from you. Did you, or did you not, take a picture of my cleavage? During our first meeting." She repeated herself, but didn't use the word "breasts."

Okay... okay. So, that was the lie. She hasn't been entirely honest with me. The Headmistress, the self-proclaimed 'guardian' and 'mother figure', had already lied to me. And my perverted app upgrade had just ratted her out in the most lewd and spectacular way possible. The power dynamic had just shifted. I was no longer just some hormonal kid caught in the act. I was the one holding a secret about knowing her secret. A very, very wet, milky secret. The woman in charge of everyone here, proclaiming the importance of honesty, apparently lied to me since the moment we first met? But.. all that prattle about family when we first entered didn't elicit a squirt, at least not one I heard. I think she was being truthful there, but when talking about the past, before I had this lactation lyer trigger, she produced milk, so she didn't lie to me at the start of this meeting, but before. I did have a hunch lately... There might be more to this school. Mystique showing up- why would she infiltrate just any mutant school? I heard she's constantly in conflict with the X-Men; maybe this is a sister school.. or... wait. Why don't I just ask?

"Sorry, Headmistress. I just... sorry, I have trouble being honest sometimes when I'm scared." Okay, that was a lie. I just have trouble being honest in general; I lie on instinct. It's actually a problem of mine. "C-Can I ask something first?"

"Of course. As I said, I want to build trust. You may ask anything." She leaned forward slightly, putting her hands flat on the desk, which did nothing to hide the large, damp patches spreading across her blouse. They were quite noticeable now, dark, wet stains against the black fabric. Her cleavage was pressed up; she truly didn't realize her whole booby meat was just out there like that. Her tits weren't fully off; the top was certainly still on, but this much of her bra and cleavage- it's excessive, and I'm not complaining. "Let's do a deal, you ask me a question, then I answer truthfully, and then you must respond to mine. Is that fair?" I could see it in her eyes, the expectation that I would fold. That I would crumble under her calm, maternal authority and confess. She was the one in charge here, the one providing me an option, one I basically had to agree with because otherwise she would get what she wants in the end. Hell, this has to be some kind of test; apparently she already knows I took a pic of her cleavage, she just wants me to admit it. But I couldn't. Not now. Besides... Shit. I was turned on by the sheer, intoxicating power of knowing I had her cornered... in a sense, she can't tell a lie without me noticing. It was... hell, it was too much to resist. Sure, she still held all the power; she could command me to do something, and I wouldn't have a choice. But this small inch, I had to take it a mile.

"Okay, deal."

Headmistress Grey smiled at that. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing softly as they were no longer propped up by her arm. "Okay then, ask away."

"Right," I cleared my throat, "Okay... um... I'm curious, does this school have any connections to the X-Men's school? I hear they also take mutants in."

She blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment. Her smile remained but felt a bit strained. "We are a place for mutants to learn and grow, yes. The Xavier Institute does... something similar. I suppose one could say our philosophies are... aligned. But other than that, we are our own institution, with our own methods." 'SQUIRT!' This one was a real gusher. A thick stream of milk shot from her right breast, visible even through the layers of clothes. I noticed the sudden burst had caused the last button holding the mass of her bust behind to shake violently, as the strain became too much from the added water pressure forcefully pressing against it and the bra. Or maybe milk-pressure would be a more apt description. A large, wet stain immediately blossomed across the front of her blouse, the milk soaking through the fabric and dripping onto her desk. She still didn't notice. She just kept smiling at me, her lie as blatant as her obliviousness. "In case you are wondering, no, none of our staff are related," 'SPLURT' "And no, there is no other relation between the two that I know of." 'SSSPRRRRRRTTTT' "I certainly don't take part in training mutants to become heroes or X-Men." 'SQUIIIIRRRRTTT!' Her face remained as calm as a placid lake, even while that last burst after the constant barrage had caused the bottom to fly off, as well as her right bra cup, having endured so much, to break at the clasp. The sheer amount of milk coming from her must've been too much. The right half of her white bra suddenly snapped open, letting her tit pop out with a soft, fleshy slap over her belly. It was a magnificent sight. Her large, pale freckled breast, crowned with a puffy, light brown nipple that was still leaking a trickle of milk. She didn't notice. She really didn't. She had been lying about everything. Every single word. "That's incredibly dangerous."

..okay.

Okay, that last part wasn't a lie; there were two splurtages coming from her now exposed tit after that one. But everything else was a lie. This also cemented it for me, whether she knew it or not, and she certainly did not. She just made it abundantly clear. Either two things were afoot here. One... this school had everything to do with the X-Men. Or two... this school was in direct partnership with the other one, and she had something to hide. The former would be cool; if I was invited to the actual mutant school, it would be my playground of chaos. I guess I'd be a lot more concerned if I knew, maybe even hesitant to use it on them, but if I could get a slip in, I'd take it and have some absolute fun. But sadly, I believe I'm more in the other option. I've jerked my meat to so many heroes; the ladies of the X-Men were no exception. The closest my Headmistress resembled was The Phoenix. They both were beautiful redheads; they both had light freckles... and green eyes... and big soft lips... honestly... now that I think about it, I've done so many cumshots onto her frozen face; the headmistress does seem very similar. Still, it couldn't be. The Phoenix wasn't pregnant, and I'd know if she was. Also, I would have recognized the other women here too; at most, they are just similar. I mean, it's not like I could just ask.

"Are you the Phoenix?" I blurted out. The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

Her eye twitched, but otherwise gave no reaction. What I was mostly looking at, though, was her exposed tit, the tip of that nipple. If it shot out milk... "I gave you one question, Max. Now it's your turn." She chose not to answer.

Well fuck. I guess I was too direct. Before I could say anything, she continued.

"I do see your gaze currently on my breast." She spoke with the same calm demeanor, "Despite me not wearing or presenting myself in any indecent way." She glanced down at herself, her emerald eyes gazing directly at her own exposed jug, which rested comfortably on her pregnant stomach. "Are you planning on taking any more pictures? I would advise against it, Max. Now please, answer my question. I will give you one final chance. Do not make our first real talk end negatively, please. Be truthful, and you will not be punished."

"Um... I... I just..." I stammered, trying to think of a good response. She really thinks there's nothing odd about her look; I'm the one refusing to see reason here. Fine. Fuck it, she probably knows anyway. I took a deep breath, mimicking her earlier gesture, and forced myself to meet her gaze. "Y-Yes, Headmistress Grey," I started, my voice cracking a little before I cleared my throat and tried again, making it as earnest and as sincere as I could possibly make it. "I did take a picture of your cleavage before, using my HUD."

The weight of my admission hung in the air between us. I braced myself for the fallout. For the lecture, the punishment, the disappointed maternal stare. But none of that came. Instead, Jean just nodded slowly, her face unreadable. She didn't flinch or get angry. She just... accepted it. "Thank you for being honest with me," she said, her tone completely unchanged. "I appreciate it. And already knew you did, anyway." Then she took a deep breath, causing both her exposed tit and the one still imprisoned in the straining, broken bra to jiggle. "Now, you will see that I'm a woman of my word."

'SQUIRT!'

Another stream of milk shot from her exposed nipple, splattering onto her desk and forming a small puddle. This one was much more powerful than the others. Even more notably, this stream went so far that part of it landed on my leg. If she weren't in front of me, I would scoop up some with my fingers without question and get a taste. "As promised, I will not punish you for your past transgression." No squirt? Okay, good; she wasn't lying. I'm good. "You came clean. Our conversation had a good outcome." She pushed herself away from the desk, finally standing up fully. She approached me with a few boob-jostling steps, placing a gentle, motherly hand on my shoulder. I was now at eye-level with the damp, half-opened blouse and the glorious, freckled expanse of her chest. I could smell her scent; a mix of sweet milk, expensive perfume, and something that was uniquely her. "However," she continued, her voice soft but firm, "this does come with a condition... from here on out, you will never take an indecent image of staff or your peers, do I make myself clear?"

"Y-You're not mad?" I asked, honestly. Mostly distracted by the aroma this woman gave off by being so close; if I leaned forward, I could just latch onto her nipple. There was a single white milk droplet right there on the tip.

"No, I'm not mad," The Headmistress chuckled, of course making her boobs jiggle. The droplet bounced off, landing directly on my bottom lip. Without thinking, I took it in with my tongue. It was sweet. Creamy. I needed more. "I'm disappointed, but not mad. Truth be told, I somewhat expected it. Do you remember when I leaned forward, which is how you even got a glimpse at my cleavage?"

"Um.." I was so distracted, my mouth opened and closed; the desire to drink was far too palpable. "Yes?"

"Well, honey." She ran a hand through my hair. "As I said, we are fairly aware. Let's just say, I allowed it to happen; you didn't sneak anything past me. You could call it a test. Knowing your track record, I had to see how you'd respond."

I didn't know how to feel about that; I actually thought I was being sneaky, that she just slipped up and leaned forward at a poor angle, giving me the great opportunity to snatch a cleavage pick right there. But if I wasn't as covert as I thought I was with that... what else was I obvious with? Were all my pictures as clear as day? And... how did she know? Something told me if I asked her these questions directly, she wouldn't answer... but with her nipple right there, and that little tease I got.. I do want to get her to lie.

"Well.. sorry," I gulped. She probably thought it was due to nervousness, but I was just thirsty. "But.. how did you notice? Was I that obvious? Can you read minds or something?"

"A woman doesn't expose her secrets; how else can I make sure you don't do it again? Just know this: I noticed once, and if you ever try again, you won't notice if I'm watching or not." She smirked at that. Oh, no lie... Damn. "And no, I am only a telekinetic..."

'SPLURT!'

A stream shot out directly onto my unprepared face, the sheer force and volume causing her exposed breast to jiggle wildly, her puffy nipple fully erect, bouncing along the rippling surface. She didn't seem to mind the mess she was making, or the fact she was basically hosing me down. All while I wasn't ready, my mouth hadn't been open even as I was so close; though on instinct, I parted my mouth so that a good amount of the ending portion from her breast milk blast shot right inside. The warm, sweet liquid coated my tongue and pooled in my cheek. I almost sputtered, but managed to keep my composure, swallowing reflexively. The taste was divine, far better than I had imagined. "..not a telepath. Nope." 'SPLURT!' 'SPLURT!' I was ready this time, mouth open as two more heavy streams of milk shot right into my waiting throat. I didn't have to swallow much, as she was basically forcing me to swallow it. The fact that she was so close meant it had pressure behind it, as if I was drinking straight from the source.

Jean seemed completely oblivious to the fact she was currently giving me an unintended, and very forceful, feeding. She just smiled her motherly smile and kept talking. "So, now that we have an understanding... you will, from this day forward, respect the privacy of everyone here. I don't need to hear you say it, but I will be watching."

I just kept my mouth open, like a bird awaiting feeding. She wasn't lying now; she was telling the truth. So no more milk. I couldn't even speak if I wanted to; my tongue was still coated in the sweet cream. "Y-Yes, Ma'am," I mumbled, swallowing her thick cream down my mouth.

"Good boy." Her smile widened, and she patted my head again. Her fingers were soft, gentle. "I'm glad we had this talk. I knew you'd see reason. And if you have any more questions, you can always visit your Headmistress. Now then, I believe I have a temporary schedule ready for you. We have a few openings in some of our classes." She stepped back, finally giving me some breathing room. Her exposed breast, still glistening with milk, swayed with the movement. "I will prepare your official list tonight, but for now, but—"

"Ah, um... wait, Headmistress Grey? Can I ask you something else, please?" I blurted out before she could get far.

She paused. "Yes?" The woman turned around and took a few steps back toward me. My god, that ass is big. I saw a blatant jiggle in those cheeks as she turned, but then the tits just took all that focus back up. "I did say you could ask anything. So go ahead."

Now that I knew for a fact she was lying to me about telepathy, which was a very scary thought to consider, she could read my mind. The whole drinking her milk thing made me not fully acknowledge it at the time, but that was... a problem. She might have read my mind to find out that I took the picture. But also... she'd then know about Custom Girls, and she certainly would be so relaxed or passive if she knew that she, Ms. Monroe, and Mystique were T-Posing in my HUD at the moment. Also, she'd freak out if a known Mutant villain terrorist was at her school, especially if she's working with or is partnered with the Xavier school, as I theorize. She didn't know, or wasn't acting like she knew, any of that. Making me think, while she is a telepath, she probably didn't read most of my mind. "Y-You really aren't a telepath, right? I'm sorry, I just have embarrassing memories and.. I don't want people in my head. I guess.."

"Max." Jean placed a hand on my shoulder and leaned down; the action caused her other bra cup to drift down her shoulder, half revealing the areola while positioning her other exposed tit directly in line with my face. The erect, hard nipple was just inches away from my mouth; I could smell the scent of her cream. My mouth opened, prepared. "I already told you, I am not a telepath."

'SQUIRT!'

The warm, sweet liquid hit the back of my throat with surprising force. I didn't even have to swallow; it just kind of slid down. I wanted to cough, but I couldn't. The taste was too intoxicating. "I only move things with my mind," 'SPPLUUURT' 'SQUIRTT' More milk, two blasts this time; it was starting to leak from the corners of my mouth. "And nothing else." 'SPPLUUURT'. She was gushing now, a steady, continuous stream of her sweet, warm cream. My eyes started to water from the sheer volume, but I didn't dare pull away. I just kept swallowing, GULP GULP GULP, my throat working convulsively, trying to keep up with the flow. "That's all I can do."

'SQUIRT!'

My mind was buzzing. She was lying through her teeth. She was definitely a telepath. But how much did she know? And why was she lying so blatantly? She seemed like a good person; she distinctly wasn't lying before when she said she saw me like family. So why lie to me? I mean, I'd lie, but she's clearly a better person than I am. She wouldn't lie without a reason. But what was it? And why?

"Mmgh~" It was hard to talk; my cheeks were utterly full with her delicious milk. "Mmhgmm!" I swallowed. The fact that her body produced this delicious beverage was just a miracle of science.

"Also about mind reading. You don't have to worry about that here. We respect privacy." Surprisingly, there was no squirt. Or anything to sputter. I was kinda disappointed at that; I wanted more milk. Wait. So she respects privacy? Yet she lied about so much? What? This made no sense. "If I could read your mind, I wouldn't do it just to discover something like taking a picture. You can trust me on that." Huh, I guess I can trust her on that, since again, there was no blast of milk. So that means... she is a telepath, but she didn't read my mind, and actually wouldn't read my mind out of respect? Then how did she... wait, was I just that obvious? So obvious that she could just notice my gaze and tell I was taking a picture? Or maybe she did something else. Shit, not knowing is going to make it hard to take pictures of other ladies; sometimes she tells me she won't be so forgiving if I'm caught multiple times. "And as long as you stay honest with me, I promise not to lie to you." Another squirt, this one much heavier, no doubt large due to it being a repeated lie of hers. I closed my eyes, savoring the flavor, the warmth, the sheer, forbidden thrill of it. This was better than any ice cream, any dessert I had ever tasted.

"Thank... you..." I managed to mumble around the stream of milk she was so generously providing me. I was getting a belly full of her cream.

"I understand your concern. Many of our students are wary of telepaths. But I assure you, you have nothing to fear. From me, or anyone else here." No extra milk? Does she actually mean well? It's hard to tell for repeated lies since the last blast was still going. She was so close, her face right above mine, her green eyes looking down on me with such motherly warmth. And yet, her breast was actively, forcefully milking itself into my mouth, and she was completely, blissfully unaware. The contradiction was driving me wild.

"I hope that can help settle your nerves." She straightened up, finally breaking the milky connection between us. I gasped, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I was soaked. Her milk was dripping down my chin, onto my shirt. I felt sticky, and incredibly turned on. "Now," she said, her tone shifting back to that of the professional headmistress, "let's get you that schedule." She walked back behind her desk, her movements fluid and graceful, her exposed breast swaying with each step, right as her second breast bounced free, jiggling to the same tune. She took a seat, causing her two titanic tits to jostle across her belly like a plate as she sat down and rolled forward to her desk. She didn't seem to notice her bra was now more like a useless belt, and her blouse was wide open and drenched, her entire chest on display. She just picked up a pen and a piece of paper, her expression focused.

"Okay," she said, scribbling on the paper. "Your official one will be ready later tonight, but for now, this will do. It seems you've missed the morning classes, but that's fine. You can make it to 2nd period. For today, you'll have a couple of lectures to choose from during period two; I will inform them to expect an extra seat. You can choose..." She glanced up at me, her eyes briefly flicking down to my soaked shirt, a tiny, almost imperceptible frown crossing her lips. "..what?" Something I didn't fully pick up on before was that she seemed much more aware than I fully realized; the obliviousness didn't help me see it. But in this moment, her eyes seemed so incredibly smart; the way she just looked up at me, her lips mouthing something to herself, seemed like, for a split second, her sheer intelligence was able to cut through the fog, or found something minor she could focus on that bypassed Custom Girl's limitations. But then I saw her eyes flicker with a glassy sheen before she looked away, forgetting or ignoring whatever might've caught her eye initially. "...you can choose between Ethics and Historical Mutant Philosophy, with Ms. Frost, or Elemental Control and Environmental Awareness with Ms. Munroe, the other classes are filled for now.. after that, you have lunch during 3rd peiord, and..." She mumbled to herself as her pen continued to scratch against the paper. My eyes were glued to her chest. To the two perfect, pale, freckled orbs, the hard, erect nipples, the way they rose and fell with each breath. I was completely mesmerized. Especially with them still somewhat dripping milk onto the paper, making it noticeably harder for her to write due to their size.

To my surprise, I noticed her boobs begin to glow with a blue hue as she continued writing, and with her own telekinesis, her huge melons started to bounce on their own, up, down, up, down as she continued writing; I forgot she had to do that when we were alone. Whatever cool-down that upgrade was on must've ended. "...then you have Combat Theory and Tactics with Mr. LeBeau, or Southern American History, Literature with Mrs. LeBeau; again, I will let you decide. Mr. LeBeau is a bit of a joker, but he's an excellent teacher. You'll learn a lot from him. His wife is very popular with the students; she's currently teaching deep in the mutant-related readings of American history. She adds a southern touch to everything you might enjoy." Her breasts continued their autonomous jiggling, the fleshy slaps punctuating her words. It was the most absurd, most erotic thing I had ever seen. And she was completely unaware. "5th period is usually for more physical classes to wake you up. You might visit the danger room; it depends on the teachers disgressons. You can choose between... let's see..." Her boobs bounced so hard they wacked her against the face.

"Mmggh~" She mumbled, her voice muffled by the brief bounce of tit-flesh, her brow furrowing in confusion as she rubbed her jaw, not even looking over to her chest. What she didn't realize was that both of her heavy, telekinetically-controlled tits slapped her fully in the face. "My husband Mr. Summers would typically be one of the options, but he is out on a missi.. err, business trip." 'SQUIRT' A heavy stream of milk shot from her right breast, splattering onto her desk calendar. So he wasn't on a business trip. Good to know. The gush of milk, on top of her tits bouncing up and down, caused the milk to splatter not only on her desk but on the walls around her office. I saw droplets of the white cream fly onto the window behind her. "As such... let's see... the others are booked... mine as well... um... ah~! Ms. Braddock. She's teaching General PE, Stealth, and Martial Arts Philosophy during 5th period. As well as Ms. LeBeau. Those will work."

She continued writing, unaware that a thick splotch of milk had landed directly on the piece of paper she was writing on, smudging the fresh ink. The ink and paper itself didn't have much of a chance against the previous onslaught of calcium. "Oh, for goodness sake..." She grumbled, looking at her schedule. "It seems... my pen is leaking. Well, let me just assign the rest... I'll work around it."

Putting on other options for classes, she finished writing and, with a final, blue-tinged bounce of her magnificent breasts, she slid the paper across the desk towards me. Wetting it even more in her own milk. "Okay, here you go." Our fingers brushed, and a jolt of electricity shot through me. I took the schedule, my eyes briefly scanning the neat, elegant handwriting before it got smudged and became much harder to read. "This will get you through the day. I will see to it that you have your schedule sent to your dorm before tomorrow.

I just nodded, my mind still reeling from everything that had occurred. "I hope this meeting went well, Max. I can certainly say it all worked out according to my plans." She had that same, slightly strained smile on her face again as she said that. My gaze immediately dropped to her chest, but no milk came. Hmm... I guess it was the truth then? Everything went according to her plan? Did she plan to have her tits out, bouncing on their own, and squirting milk into my face? This woman was a complete and utter enigma. Or maybe the plan was just to get me to confess? That part probably was true. The rest... I wasn't so sure. Or maybe... because she herself was unaware of everything except exactly what she wanted to happen, in her mind this all went according to plan; as such, she didn't lie.

"T-Thanks, Headmistress Grey."

"Of course, dear. You're family now." With a nod of her own, she stood up and reached out a hand. "From here on out, I expect no more lies. Okay?"

I reached out and took her offered hand, shaking it. Her grip was firm, warm. "Hmmhm," I agreed, intentionally making it sound like a question. "No more lies?"

Jean smiled, "No more lies." She said directly.

I smirked.

'SPPLLLUURRRTT!' 'SPPLUUURRRT!' 'SPPLLLUURRRTT!'

She didn't even flinch, and continued to smile and shake my hand, all while three powerful streams of milk shot from her breasts, one after the other, splattering against her desk, her wall, and my shirt since her tits were still bouncing via her own powers. My mouth opened, and I managed to catch a good portion of the last burst. My cheeks filled as much as they could, and after swishing it around to enjoy the taste... it was just as sweet as before... I swallowed.

"Okay," I said, my voice now thick and creamy. "I'll try."

"I know you will." She let go of my hand and gestured towards the door, as if she hadn't just sprayed the room with her own breast milk like a broken fire hydrant. "Now go on, get to class. You don't want to be late. Choose whichever one you think you'll enjoy more, but get there now."

"Yes, Ma'mam." I turned to leave, my legs feeling a bit wobbly. I was sticky, smelled of milk, and my head was spinning. But with my back turned, I let out the widest grin imaginable. I had won this round; the absolute authority in this school was just another Custom Girl for me to mess with. And yet I had bested her when she had all the cards, in the most twisted and perverted way imaginable. With just three basic upgrades. It just made me wonder what else I could do once I get more... She might've allowed me to take a picture of her cleavage back then, as some sort of advanced chess move to make me think I was in control. But in her play to pretend I was one step ahead, she physically placed me in control of the monarch of this school; if you own the queen, you own the whole kingdom.

And all it would've taken was just not showing me her cleavage.

My grin paused for a second as, before I could leave, she called out, "Oh, and Max?" I paused at the door, turning back to her. "You might want to... clean yourself up a bit before you get to class. You seem to have... spilled something." She glanced at my shirt, a look of mild concern on her face. She still hadn't noticed her own state of disarray, her blouse hanging open, her breasts exposed and still dribbling milk onto her desk.

"I will, Headmistress. Thank you." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm she was too oblivious to pick up on.

"Good." She nodded, her expression firm but motherly. "Also, no need for that sarcasm; I'm just keeping you informed." She chuckled despite the warning, "Alright, go along now... shew."

"Y-Yes, Mam."

I finally left the office, closing the heavy door behind me. I leaned against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. Okay, she picked up on the sarcasm instantly. I gotta remember she's a lot smarter and more aware than I am; it's the app that keeps her oblivious. Sarcasm isn't an upgrade, so she sniffed that out instantly. The hallway was empty; the only students I could see were hurrying to their classes. I looked down at my shirt, which was soaked and sticky with Jean's milk. It smelled sweet, a scent that was now permanently ingrained in my memory. I brought the fabric to my nose and inhaled deeply. God, it was good. I then licked the damp patch, savoring the last few drops of her cream. I needed more. A lot more. My stomach was full, sure, but my thirst was unquenchable.

But something told me I wouldn't have to worry. Because soon I'll find out all of her secrets. One squirt at a time.