Everything is fine. Until lunch.

"I'm sorry I'm late!" you pant out right as the bell rings.

Mrs. Sanders stares at you menacingly. She doesn't say anything, she just taps her foot and watches you try to catch your breath at the front of the class. She points to your seat, and you sit down.

The class goes by without a problem. After class, you head to your locker. On the way you see Brad and wave, but before you can say anything to him you see a pink shape out of the corner of your eye, and you flinch at what you know will happen next.

The familiar sensation of your whole body contracting hits you, and you see all the people around you seem to grow up into the sky as you shrink. However, it stops when you're still just shoulder height to everyone else.

"Oops!" says Jennifer.

You grow back to normal size, then Jennifer runs off. This doesn't make sense. She's never given up the opportunity to shrink you to doll size before.

"That was weird," you say.

"Yeah, I guess she forgot the message," says Brad.

"What message?"

Brad grins at you like he's surprised. "You don't know? Marissa put out the word. Nobody can mess with you but her. Anybody who does will end up eating their own shit. Literally."

Oh. Well, at least you don't have to worry about all the other girls making your life hard. That might be worth being Marissa's plaything. Right?

Classes are pretty dull for the rest of the morning, and it is actually pretty nice not having to deal with the insults and the casual groping you usually get from all the super powered girls in your classes. Lunch is pretty good, although you're not exactly sure what the meat is.

Then you finish the meal, and that strange compulsion hits you again. You think about Marissa. You picture yourself lying on your back on the floor, with her standing over you and pushing her toes into your mouth. You see her a hundred feet tall, laughing as she walks down the street and sends people running in fear. You hear those words, "in her service", repeat over and over in your head. You're at school now, so working on the fan site isn't practical. Obviously you need to seek out the real thing to worship her directly. That's the only way to make this stop.

You stand up and leave your tray on the table. You rush around the cafeteria, looking for Marissa. This gives you a moment to think. Is eating the trigger for this compulsion? How can you avoid eating?!

You find Marissa at the entrance to the cafeteria, talking to a teacher. Ms. Spaniel looks upset, and it's easy to see why. There is no way that Marissa's outfit is legal for school. She's wearing red shorts so short that her butt cheeks are sticking out. That makes it easy to see that her tight socks, white and black striped, go up way past her knees. The biggest problem has to be that shirt. Originally it was a black t-shirt with a red devil emoji on the front. However, she's roughly cut away the sleaves, collar, and bottom to make it into the skimpiest tank top possible. Her tight abs would be distracting if all eyes weren't tied to her huge, pale cleavage.

Obviously you should never interrupt a teacher in mid rant, but you can't help it. You have to service the school's queen of hypnotism. "Marissa, I need to ask you-"

"Sit!" says Marissa, turning towards you. You drop to your knees. "Stay!" she commands, and you can't move, not even to talk.

"Marissa!" yells Ms. Spaniel. "The clothing is bad enough, but you can't use your powers on other-"

"Sleep," says Marissa, turning her glowing purple eyes back to the teacher. Ms. Spaniel goes quiet, and Marissa licks her black lips in anticipation of what she's about to do. "Ms. Spaniel, when you wake up, you will go to the teacher's bathroom and lock yourself in a stall. Set a timer on your phone for thirty minutes. Until that timer goes off, finger your pussy and picture yourself sucking my tits. You can't cum until the timer rings, but when you do, catch all your juices in your hand. Lick them out of your hand while imagining that they're coming from my pussy and thanking me, at the top of your lungs, for letting you drink something so delicious. Awaken."

Ms. Spaniel wakes up, looking like she's about to scream. All that anger fades instantly. Instead of screaming at Marissa, she takes a quick, longing look at the teenager's big breasts, then turns and runs off.

Marissa turns to you. "Now, I think you needed something. Isn't that right, John?"