Stacey has the marker

"Show her your hand." Stacey commanded Mrs Garcia to hold the back of her hand up, revealing the words, "OBEY ME."

"You ... you figured out the marker? How?" Megan's voice shook, "Stacey you shouldn't be doing this." She looked at the teacher with the same fear she'd get looking at a tiger in a flimsy cage.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Stacey feigned pain. "I find a marker, then I find you crawling on the floor looking for it with the word 'GROW' written on tits the size of your head." She emphasised the last part with her hands.

Megan winced. She could have played her cards better.

"I just needed to distract you with your top while I rescue the marker from lost and found." Stacey gestured at the sports top Megan was wearing, stretched to the limit as it was.

"Please can I have the marker back? I need to make this stop..." she pleaded, pointing at the melons dangling from her chest.

"I know! You've made quite the mistake there. I can't get my head around this - why would you write something so stupid?"

Stacey strutted next to the immobile professor and bent down to put her arm around her. "Is really meant to be one of your star pupils?"

The teacher replied with a fearful look to the side, apparently all she could muster.

"I didn't know it was real -- look, please give it back!"

"You want me to give this back?" Stacey held it in the air. "Oh, nonono. This is mine now. But maybe I can fix your little, or big now, problem if you're good."

Megan tried to focus on the short term - stopping her growth - over the long term - protecting the marker. She looked over at Mrs Garcia and saw that her anger had deteriorated into fear, and her hand was still raised, shaking under its weight.

Stacey turned round and groaned, "ugh, you can put your hand down."

Mrs Garcia sighed in relief.

Stacey turned back to Megan and demanded, "let's see the damage!" She gestured at Megan's top.

"You want me to --"

"Show." Stacey clapped between her words impatiently. "Me. Your. Tits. Yes!"

Megan winced.

Stacey continued, "Firstly, I can't fix it if I can't see it, and secondly, you just did it a few hours ago, what's the big deal?"

Megan looked between her tight top, the terrified teacher, the marker and the girl brandishing it at her and made a split-second decision.

"You know, I could make you do it," Stacey glanced at the marker with an evil smile.

She pounced over the desk and grabbed the marker before immediately tripping and falling to the floor thanks to her awkward center of gravity. With her heart pounding, Megan scrambled to her feet, leapt up and ran between the desks for the door.

Stacey, confused, took a second to recover from the surprise and looked around in panic, eyes settling on her enslaved teacher, "Get her, Miss!"

The teacher looked surprised as her body stood and joined the pursuit along with Stacey.

The girl was out of breath before she made it to the end of the first hallway. She looked behind her and saw the pair rushing out of the classroom. She had the intuition to write 'fit' on her arm as she ran, and to her relief she felt her breath return. It didn't do anything about her swaying breasts, tugging at her chest, but it was enough to get some distance between her and her pursuers.

She rounded the corner and paused for a second to look for somewhere to hide and think.