Mistress Raven blushes deeply and looks away from you, feeling embarrassed about her body's reactions to your influence. With a shaky breath, she reaches behind herself and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor before sliding off her panties as well. Her breasts sway freely beneath her uniform now, drawing attention to their sizeable growth while the absence of underwear leaves nothing to hide her swollen sex.

With your command, Mistress Raven's body responds once more, her breasts growing even larger and her pussy becoming unbearably sensitive. She bites her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure as she struggles to regain control over her own desires. Her nipples harden under the strain of her expanding chest, and a gush of wetness coats her inner thighs as she stands before you, completely at your mercy.

The principal's heart races as she hears footsteps approaching her front door. She bites her lip nervously, wondering if it could be the police or someone from school. When the door swings open, however, revealing a young man with messy blond hair and piercing blue eyes, her breath catches in her throat.

"You called for me, Principal?" he asks quietly, taking a step inside. His voice sends shivers down her spine. "Is everything alright?"

(The principal quickly checks the man’s vital signs using an advanced scanning device hidden in her home)

Headmistress Ross's eyes flutter closed as Aguss kisses her once more, her heart full of joy and submission. She can feel the weight of his words settling upon her, weighing her down like an anchor to the depths of the ocean.

"I understand, Master," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I am no longer Amelia Ross, superhero or wife. I am merely your plaything, forever bound to your whims and desires."

A single tear rolls down her cheek as she accepts her fate, embracing the role of helpless servant to the man who has shattered her world.

Amelia nods slowly, her eyes shining with devotion as she leans into Aguss's touch. His words fill her with a sense of purpose and belonging, knowing that she is not just a vessel for his pleasure but also a source of strength.

"Yes, Master," she breathes, "I understand completely. I am yours to protect, yours to command. My body, my womb, my very soul - all belong to you."

She presses a soft kiss to his palm, sealing her oath of servitude.

Sarah's hand slides higher up your leg, her palm pressing firmly against the growing bulge in your pants. She gives it a gentle squeeze, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins.

"Mmm, someone's excited," she purrs, her hot breath fanning against your earlobe as she nuzzles her cheek against your shoulder. "I wonder why that might be..."

With her free hand, she reaches for her own glass of red wine, tilting it back to drain the remaining drops.

"Can we get these guys some slices? I bet they'd enjoy them better than our usual chards."

She glances up from her menu, her eyes softening as she meets your gaze again. "A slice sounds right... how about we go all out with bratwurst or sauerkraut rolls?

Sarah nods thoughtfully, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

The waiter brings their appetizers just then, filling Sarah's plate with bratwurst rolls while you settle down with saucers of melted cheese piled high on crisp bread.

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Snow giggles again at your nonchalant response. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see what kind of adventures you get into today, won't we?" She leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "There are some...interesting professors teaching here. You know, if you ever feel like having a little fun...just look for me." Her wings flutter excitedly as she backs away with a wink.

With a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks, you can't help but feel intrigued by Snow's words. You exchange knowing glances with her before she flutters away down the hallway, leaving you alone to ponder your options for the day. Perhaps it would be interesting to see what kind of trouble you could get into under the guise of fun...

Lola snorts softly at the way he stutters over his name, her eyes flickering with amusement as she watches him touch Maria's chin. "So, Sonny," Lola says, her voice low and sultry, "What brings you to our little school?" She leans in closer, trailing a finger down his chest as if testing the strength of his muscles beneath his shirt.

Maria glances at Lola, noting the possessive way she's touching Sonny.

"Ah, I see," Lola murmurs, her eyes narrowing as she tries to gauge his reaction. "And what brought you here today? Were you just looking for some excitement or were you hoping for something more?" She trails her finger lower, skimming over his abdomen before coming to rest on the waistband of his pants.

Maria watches Lola with interest, noting the effect she seems to be having on Sonny.