DPS - A New School Curriculum

A New School Curriculum

Dana barely kept her feet on the ground as she strolled through the hallways, catching the eyes of all the students (a normal phenomenon even before she suddenly gained her powers five days ago.) But her physical appearance, while mostly unchanged—she did so love her huge, enormous bust that was now clearly exempted from the force of gravity—had been magnified in some indescribable way. Her long arms and longer legs, her slim waist adorned with her eye-catching six pack, the swell of her hips and even more inexorable bust... all of it was just otherworldly somehow. Supernaturally beautiful. And it was most notable in the glow of her emerald green eyes.

She arrived to class on time and took her seat, making a conscious effort not to bang the top of her desk as she crossed those long stilts she called legs. It was always a nuisance before; now, it would have been an act of destruction. The wood would have splintered everywhere, and she would have caused quite the commotion. It wouldn’t even have been intentional. Her superpowers simply gave her that kind of power over the world around her. The slightest lapse in concentration meant that she could change the political and physical landscape of the world with a halfhearted, unmeasured breath.

And she loved it.

Yet, she was the one sitting here, waiting for the teacher! Of course, most of her classmates, herself included, enjoyed the fact that The Bro (as he liked to be called) arrived late and was fairly buddy buddy I-am-your-friend kind of teacher, even though it struck her as super duper fucking lame. But time to yap with your friends during class hours was good enough. Dana looked at the empty seat to the left of her, wondering where the hell Oliver was. Had she fucked him too hard last night?

Well, if Oliver didn’t show up, she was just going to have to punish him by breaking him even more. And then knitting him back together, and breaking him again...

“Class, sorry I’m late, but I’m sure many of you don’t mind, eh? Eh?” Mr. The Bro strolled into the classroom, pointing finger guns. “Aw, aw!” he pointed at some students, then “took it back” and pushed up his thin spectacles instead. It was his little signature move that the kids all knew him for. That, and his button down flannel and corduroy pants. One day, many years ago, he was reported to have worn jeans, but the kids these days just considered it a tall tale.

Some of the kids responded back in kind. Dana rolled her luminous eyes in annoyance.

The Bro clicked his tongue and greeted many of the students before finally his eyes fell on the gorgeous statuesque redhead in the back. His gaze lingered—no, flickered—back and forth, darting between the spotty faced classmates next to her, before ultimately returning to gaze upon this oversexed super fit supermodel that sat in one of his students’ desks. That red hair, those green eyes... it could only be Dana. It was Dana. But there was something far more alluring about her now.

Her breasts were so large and jutting they seemed to create their own gravity, and not just metaphorically. The Bro’s eyes were drawn to them, always trying to look away, and yet those twin planets just kept physically pulling him back in. Those perfect spheres, molded perfectly by Dana’s hugging skin tight t-shirt was too much for The Bro’s feeble mind to withstand.

The class just looked at him, watching as his tongue began to slip out of his mouth and his lips went slack.

Dana, for her part, seemed lost in thought, her attention and gaze elsewhere. She had been idly scanning the city with her glowing eyes, first looking for Oliver. It was an easy task to find him struggling to walk to school, gingerly holding his broken ribs as he walked the half mile to school. Clearly he’d missed his bus, thanks to Dana’s impromptu crash-through-the-wall fucking.

Next, she found Ava sitting in another class, sneaking surreptitious glances at the new, soaring viewership on her Instablam. Dana read the text through multiple walls and student bodies, her eyes zooming in on the text on the illuminated screen with even less effort than it took Ava to read it while trying to hide it from the teacher. Sponsorships, modeling agents, OnlyStans managers... all of them reached out, offering paltry contracts. A lot of them seemed like copy and paste responses, not having any suspicion at all about Ava’s past Blams, only her most recent ones featuring Dana. Ava, good girl that she was, began to filter them, and even began to type a counter offer before Mr. Cook caught her and took her phone.

Dana approved. She’d have to teach Mr. Cook a lesson later about hassling her personal photographer. And she would have to go and do some negotiations alongside Ava. Maybe a more personal touch would be fun. A few small fortunes, a lot of broken bones, and a lot of new dedicated male and female lovers who she would have once and then deny for the rest of their lives...

It was only when she heard Mr. The Bro’s lust arrested stammer that her attention snapped back to the present. Her perfect complexion was flushed, both from her daydream arousal and embarrassment—embarrassment that with all of her powers, she had managed to lose track of what was happening around her. Then again, as far as Dana knew, the entire world’s stockpile of nuclear missiles could be detonating all around her, and she might only register a stiff breeze...

“Bro,” Dana sneered, not actually paying any attention to the casual hypnotic seduction that she had just inflicted upon her teacher. She realized that her long fingers had been kneading, caressing her supremely erotic breast, pinching her thick and protruding nipple with incredible strength. The air was suffused with her subtle scent—nothing overwhelming that would kill a man (or woman) from sexual pleasure and exhaustion, but far too much for anyone to ignore. The students in her vicinity were breathing heavily, sweating, with some of the weaker willed boys gripping their desks, knuckles white from exertion while they struggled not to masturate right then and there.

“D-Dana... always surly a-and k-killing time in class...” The Bro tried to give her the old finger guns, but his hands relaxed as he went for the motion. It appeared as if he was groping an invisible object in the air. A pair, in fact. Large, round, and very familiar.

“And what was class going to be about today?” Dana stopped kneading her own breasts, arching her back forward ever so slightly, swiveling at her waist slowly and sensuously. She brought her hypnotic power to bear, and they bore. Even completely covered, the sexuality of her breasts was too much for The Bro.

“G-guh!” The Bro physically bent in half, as if his sexual organ had been tackled by a 260 pound linebacker. His loins burned and ached, and his mind was turning to mush. “We were going to talk about history... tyranny...”

“Tyranny, huh?” Dana smirked. “Say, Bro,” Dana put her full bodily disdain into it. “I think we might be entering a new era of tyranny,” she sneered mysteriously. “For once, this class might be interesting. But I’m thinking you might need some context. So first, I’m going to lay the groundwork. And then, you can tell me what you think. If you’re really good, you can be my royal advisor,” Dana giggled. “How does that sound?”

The Bro didn’t understand what was happening. All he knew was that he desperately needed to masturbate to his student. He wanted Dana more than he wanted his wife. More than he’d ever lusted over a female celebrity. More than he wanted anything in his entire life.

“U-ughh...” His voice gurgled as the bulge in his corduroy pants started to spasm. A dark stain appeared in the crotch and started to spread profusely. He grasped his desk for support, his eyes only slamming shut due to his intense burst of messy pleasure. The sight of Dana’s breasts dominated his mind’s eye, driving him until he had spilled every single drop.

When he opened his eyes, he felt only shame. What had he just done in front of his class!?

“I’m glad you agree!” Dana chirped. She lifted her lusciously long legs, snapping the little folding desk off of its metal hinge with her strong, supple thigh. The tubing squealed in protest, bent and misshapen even as Dana moved as though it were ephemeral.

The Bro’s first thought was of relief. Relief that Dana was somehow causing an impossible distraction that seemed to occupy the attention of all the other students. Then, he realized. What on earth had she just done!?

And to top it all off, Dana stood up, but didn’t even walk. Instead, her feet left the floor, her hypersexual goddess-like body rising into the air, long limbs and huge tits, floating as though gravity were just a suggestion to be followed.

The superhuman redhead smiled and twisted in the air, making sure everyone got a view of her hypnotic breasts. Most of them were ensnared instantly. Others stared at her long, lithe legs, some at her perfectly rounded, bulging yet tight rear, her wide fertile hips and her impossibly cinched waist that could make a saint weep with desire. But ultimately, the irresistible pull of her breasts captured one and all. She broadcast a compulsion upon all of them not to reveal her powers to anyone. All of her classmates, without exception, shivered in lust and submission as Dana felt her will impose itself upon them.

“Why don’t you take a seat, Bro?” Dana flew over his head and crossed her legs in midair, floating downward until her ass was rested on his desk. “You can have mine. Try to pay attention now.”

Before he could shuffle off. Dana’s long leg thrust out, kicking him with just enough force to send him flying right into her seat face first. She bruised his buttocks badly, and his face smashed into the back of her chair hard enough to draw blood from his lips and nose, but the wounds were superficial. For now.

“Now, let’s talk about tyranny,” Dana smiled, enjoying the attention of her rapt audience. “Specifically, the kind that an unstoppable supergirl can pose...”