Fuck the new girl

Your name is Ruby Carter, and not only are you the most important person in the Universe, you are the only important person in the Universe. Nobody is allowed to forget this, and while you could simply mind control your mortal toys into slave-like obedience, and sometimes that's fun, it's usually not quite as fun as simply reminding them that you are omnipotent, and then letting them struggle with this fact.

The most fun way to do this is to be the most beautiful girl on the planet. Flashing crimson eyes, glossy black hair, firm and flawless skin. Your breasts defy gravity, and your cleavage draws the eye relentlessly. Every person on the planet is a woman, and every woman can't decide if they want to fuck you or be you.

It's the first day of senior year, because that's your favorite day, so much so that you've rewound time and relived your senior year several hundred times. When you're completely omnipotent and have no ambition beyond your own satisfaction, what's the point of growing up and getting a job? Much better to play with the mortals when they’re at their peak of temptability and naivete.

The world is your sex toy. Everyone in it is your property to do with as you please. You're in a good mood, so you want to make someone suffer.

There's always a new girl on the first day of school, because as a little treat to yourself, you like to ensure there's always a victim at hand, and being new and not having any friends is as good a reason as any for you to single someone out for misery.

<i>Just by happenstance,</i> her locker is right next to yours. Her name is Livy, and you know everything there is to know about her.

You know, for instance, that she’s exactly the sort of fucked up weirdo who secretly, in her heart of hearts, longs to be viciously and hideously tormented by an ancient and pitiless force of implacable malice; preferably someone with a cute butt. Someone like you, who has the cutest butt. You created her to suffer so of course she wants to suffer, even if she doesn’t really know it yet. Lucky you, you’re just the Evil Goddess to show her how good suffering can feel.

She shuts her locker door, and at the same instant, you pop out of nowhere, uncomfortably close to her, leaning up against the doors. “Hello, Livy,” you purr. Instantly her heart rate jumps, and her cute cheeks bloom pink under her freckles.

“Uh, h-hello? Do I know you?”

You smile, and slide your hand up her shirt to grope her breast. She gets horny and terrified at the same time. A delicious blush reddens her freckled cheeks. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Feeling you up,” you say idly. “There’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Stop it.”

“No.”

Livy’s legs began to shake. Her arms stayed at her side. She was terrified, but also hornier than she’d ever been in her life. She pleads with her eyes. “What’s happening? Why can’t I stop you?”

You smirk. “And why are you <i>enjoying</i> this, you sick little pervert? You get off on being a victim, don’t you?”

“N-no, I’m not,” said Livy, although one hand had slipped itself into the front of her pants, and with her other she was tweaking the nipple on the breast you aren’t already kneading yourself.

“Do people stare at your tits a lot?” you ask her, and she is magically compelled to answer truthfully.

“No, but I wish they did.” Livy’s eyes bugged—she had never admitted that out loud.

“Oh, well, I can help you out with that,” you sneer as you tear Livy’s t-shirt and bra off with ease. “Hey everyone!” you shout. “The new girl is showing off her tits!”

Livy shrieks with embarrassment, her face gone instantly crimson. She tries to cover herself, but instead, her hands disobey her and begin caressing and massaging her rapidly ballooning breasts. Her hips quake as she orgasms from the sweetest and most affirming humiliation she’s ever known.

A crowd has formed and they’re filming you introduce the new girl to what live with an omnipotent bully is going to be like. You love these videos, and women who masturbate to them find their health mysteriously improved. Unlike some deities, you reward prayer directly.

How did she know? Livy thinks. She’d had a sexy dream last night where something exactly like this had happened. You literally are a sweet dream come true to her.

“It’s not a dream,” you say. “It’s a nightmare you’re not going to wake up from. Enjoy, you sick little freak.”

Livy’s breasts are massive now, each easily larger than her head. You grab them, the soft flesh warm and yielding beneath your cruel, tormenting fingers. The helpless mortal groans and whimpers in pleasure and fear.

“I am God,” you inform her. “I demand the sacrifice of your dignity and self-respect. I hearby command you to change your name to Victim von Big Boobs. You will be responsible for informing everyone of this change. Additionally, I command you to make your breasts available to anyone who wishes to enjoy them. These commands will stay in effect until I decide to fuck you. Do you understand, worthless scum?”

“My name is Victim von Big Boobs. Would you like a suck of my titties?” says the helpless mortal. That’s all she can say now.

“That’s my little Victim!” you say with snide mock-encouragement.