A titty fuck, of course

With a little prodding from you, Ms. Takamura comes up with an idea. "I want to give you a titty-fuck!" she exclaims. "I've always wanted to, and now that I'm big enough..." With one arm, she sweeps most of the contents of her desk onto the floor, and with her other arm, she pulls down her corset, revealing her brown nipples, in the middle of aureolas the size of salad plates. She lies down, her titanic tits sticking up in the air, and she extends her arms way out to the sides in order to mash them together for you. "Come on, Tommy, you know you want to! Fuck my tits!"

That's all the encouragement you need. You pull down your pants, and it's almost as if a baseball bat springs out from your crotch -- you're at your full 14 inches, and your cock throbs with each heartbeat. You take full advantage of your newly lithe, muscular body, effortlessly vaulting yourself up onto the desk, kneeling with one leg on either side of Ms. Takamura's body, still petite aside from the overgrown tits.

You thrust into her massive cleavage. Thanks to her increased sensitivity, she gasps and moans. Thrust, gasp, thrust, moan, thrust, gasp, thrust, moan... At last, she lets out "Oh, my (gasp) God, I'm (moan) going to come --" and you let yourself go just as she lets out a piercing shriek.

She lies back and takes a couple of deep breaths. You're impressed by the product of your enlarged balls, in the form of the white fluid that now coats her mouth, chin, and upper chest. You quickly give her a love for the taste of cum and, just for fun, a magically elongating, prehensile tongue.

As you pull your pants back on, she licks herself clean, once again moaning every time she retracts her tongue and swallows. Finally she's reasonably taken care of, and she manages to pull her corset back up as she gets off the desk and into her chair.

"That was fucking amazing," she says, still breathing a little bit heavily. "Whatever club I'm at, I'm gonna put you on the VIP list. Guess I gotta go talk to Mr. Ellsworth about quitting."

"Forget the principal. I don't think you should quit," you say.

"Huh? Why not?"

"Because like you said before," you point out, "you can do a lot of good convincing the girls at this school to become strippers or porn stars, or maybe even hookers. In fact, I'll give you some of my power so you can be more persuasive."

With a thought from you, the motivational posters on her office walls are replaced with a few new posters: a close-up of a G-string on a woman's body, plenty of dollar bills stuffed into it, is captioned "Stripping: A 'Singular' Career." A montage of screenshots from porn movies is overlaid with "Entertain the World: Act in Adult Films." And the silhouette of a scantily-clad woman leaning against a lamppost reads "Discover the World's Oldest Profession."

"Wow, that's great," she says, "but some of the girls here are kinda fugly, if you know what I mean."

You grin. "I might take care of that, but I'll give you the power to change them, in case you talk to someone I haven't gotten around to yet."

With another thought from you, the items that were knocked onto the floor are now back on her desk. She looks at what appears to be an appointment calendar and says, "I'm talking to a couple of girls about college plans today. Uh..."

"Second drawer down," you say. You've given her a drawer full of brochures, matching the new posters, for her to hand out to girls who visit. "As for me, I've got some more to do."

"Come back anytime," says the altered Ms. Takamura, a dreamy expression on her face.