I sat uncomfortably as the school nurse gazed over my samples under his microscope. His steely gaze and blank expression told me nothing. All I wanted to hear in that moment was that there was a mistake. That I was just a normal person, and I could leave this hellish school.
“Nope, sorry bud, you are definitely a meta,” the school nurse said bluntly, not even bothering to look me in the eyes. “All the genetic markers are present.”
I groaned. “You gotta be kidding me. Can’t I just drop out then? What does a school for metahumans want with one that has no powers?”
The school nurse shrugged. “Sorry, metahumans have to come to Illumination Academy and complete training. The law is the law. Maybe your powers are latent? You might have super intelligence or something?”
“I had a 2.7 GPA in high school,” I replied bluntly.
The nurse grimaced. “Well, I dunno what to tell you, Derrick. You are stuck here or in meta prison with the other metas who didn’t want to attend. Try and make the most of it.”
I rolled my eyes and got up from the padded chair in the nurses’ room. “Make the most of it,” I muttered under my breath as I made my way out of the nurses’ station, passing by posters detailing how to treat eye laser burns and frostbite from frozen breath. I sighed as I pushed the door open and trudged back to class.
On my way to Professor Phoenix’s class, I gazed jealously at my peers, walking on walls or just phasing through them as they made their way to class. Several snickered as I passed. In under a week, my reputation as the metahuman with no powers had spread through the school. Most of my classmates had already gotten their costumes of bright spandex, which hugged their muscular physical forms, each adapted uniquely to their powers. Meanwhile, I trudged in the same blue jeans and flannel shirt I had always worn.
I kept my head down as I walked through the halls. I was just three doors from class. The other metas knew enough not to make fun of me in the presence of staff. Just a few more steps and I’d…
Suddenly, a sharp pain pulsed on the back of my head. “Ow!” I yelped as I fell to the floor, grasping the back of my head. “What the fuck,” I groaned as a shadowy figure flew overhead.
“Watch where you are going, loser,” a familiar feminine voice yelled in my direction.
Madeline, aka Queen Bee, was the darling of the school. Her insect-like wings fluttered silently, holding her aloft while she stared daggers at me. Her lush blond hair was held up in a bun within her costume’s decorative tiara. Her face was fair and beautiful with large, beautiful blue eyes and perfectly plump lips. Her shiny yellow leotard hugged her tremendous curves wonderfully, her lovely C-cup breasts spilling out the top of her latex uniform. Her ass was just as nice, and strained the tight latex that contained it. Her fingers each had a bejeweled gold claw that injected a painful venom. Her high-heeled boots rounded out the ensemble, framing her coltish legs. She was the definition of radiant, a superhero destined for a city assignment in New York or LA, where she could model or act as a day job in between bringing criminals to justice.
“Gross, you are getting a hard-on?” she said with a face that screamed utter disgust and contempt. “It’s bad enough you are making me late for class. Now I gotta think about you jerking off to me at night.”
Some of the surrounding students laughed and jeered. I blushed and quickly got to my feet, keeping my head down, and quickly moving to the door of my next class. As I scampered away, a sharp pain hit my shoulder as the clawed hands of Madeline dug into my flesh as she pulled me back around to face her.
“Listen, you no-powered, creep,” she said with a snarl, gripping my shoulder like a vice. “I could make your entire week a living nightmare if I injected you with my venom right now. Wimps like you shouldn’t even be allowed to even look at me. I don’t want to see you in the same hallways I’m flying through. If you see me, run the opposite way. Understood?”
Madeline then roughly shoved me to the floor and strutted past me, her bestie Volcania running to her side to congratulate her for putting me in my place. Some students shook their heads in pity, and others laughed as the crowd that had gathered dispersed. I sighed and grasped the pained shoulder she grabbed as I rose to my feet, my stupid erection still straining in my jeans. As I pulled my hand away from my shoulder, I felt wetness. I looked at my hand and groaned as I saw blood with green streaks in it.
“Oh fu–” was all I could get out before searing, unspeakable pain stole the breath from my throat.
I arrived at the school gym with my shoulder in a sling. The venom dose had only been big enough to keep me in perpetual agony for 2 hours, but, on the bright side, I didn’t have to sit through mind-numbing lectures on how to make the most of the powers I didn’t have. By the time I had gotten to gym class, we were already halfway through the period, all the meta humans fighting training dummies set up for them in pairs.
“Hey, Derrick,” Coach Shockwave said as I trudged into class. “We are working in pairs to practice comboing powers today, but you could just run some laps, I guess.”
I frowned as the coach shrugged. I rolled my eyes and set my bag down with the other students’ stuff and began to make laps around the gym. I watched the other students decimate their metal dummies, blessed with immense gifts and power. My eyes caught Queen Bee and Volcania giggling as they practiced, and instantly, anger welled up inside me. These snooty bitches in their sexy spandex with their stupid fucking gifts get to be the darlings of the school. Meanwhile, I apparently am just like the training dummies they were beating up on, useless and made to break. And my stupid hard-on was back.
As I finished my first lap, I spotted Madeline’s water bottle in the pile of student belongings, easily identifiable thanks to the many obnoxious bee and crown stickers adorning it. I stopped and glanced around. Every other student was preoccupied with their assignment, and the coach was busy playing some mobile game on his phone. I looked back at Madeline stabbing her dummy with the claws on her hand, giggling and laughing while Volcania took a picture for Bee’s socials. I glared and furtively picked up the bottle, silently unscrewing the top. Making sure there were no wandering eyes, I spit into the water and quickly screwed back on the top, placing the bottle back where I found it before continuing my jog around the gym.
I flopped back down on my bed in my dorm room, sighing as I rubbed my still sore shoulder.
“Rough day?” Jacob, my roommate, asked from his bed, his face in a book.
“Yeah, Bee stuck me with her fucking claws just for bumping into her,” I replied.
“Ouch. That had to suck. Figured something happened when you weren’t in your morning classes today. You want the Cliff Notes of the lectures?”
I rolled over in my bed, staring at the wall. “Honestly, I just want to sleep.”
“Very fair,” I heard him say. “Boring lecture anyway, about the ethics of mind control powers. Nothing applies to anyone in the school now.”
I rolled my eyes and closed them tight, letting the sweet embrace of sleep take me away from this miserable school and into dreamland.
Of course, even in my dreams, she was there. I dreamed of her on her knees, massaging my dick through those perfect, perky breasts while she looked at me reverently. I grinned as I sat on my throne, petting her head as I enjoyed her silky tit skin.
“Please, my king,” she begged with eyes half-lidded, looking at me like the tastiest meal, “bless your queen with your seed.”
I shuddered as I obliged her request.
My dick was stiff as a board when I woke up. I was sad that my dreams had to end in that moment, returning to the shitty reality of my existence. I trudged to the dorm bathroom and got ready for the day, showering, brushing my teeth, and making my way to the mess hall for breakfast.
I grabbed some bacon and eggs and quickly found my cozy corner to eat, away from all the other students, where I could eat in peace. The one thing I would give the school is that their cafeteria was second to none.
As I ate my scrambled eggs, my gaze drifted to the other students. They were all chatting casually, laughing, and enjoying themselves. Soon, though, my eyes caught hers. Queen Bee was looking straight at me for some reason. I expected her face to form a snarl as our eyes met, but instead I found her blushing and looking away with a smile as one hand absentmindedly twirled her hair.
After every bite of my breakfast, I looked back at Madeline and found her staring at me. Sometimes she blushed when our eyes met, and once I could have sworn she giggled. I certainly wasn’t opposed to that kinda attention from the hottest girl in school, but I knew she had to be fucking with me. This was the same girl who threatened to put me in unspeakable agony for a week for being in the same hallway as her yesterday.
I finished my breakfast and dropped my tray off at the trash cans by the cafeteria entrance, and began walking to my next class when a hand gripped my shoulder gently, though right on the bandage. I winced and turned around, Madeline and Volcania standing there. Volcania scowled at me, but Madline had a soft, inviting smile, though she quickly gasped and covered her mouth when she saw my grimace.
“Oopsie, I’m like sooooooo sorry to grab you there. I totally forgot that’s where I stabbed you yesterday,” she said in a bubbly voice that somehow seemed sincere despite its immaturity. “I just wanted to apologize for doing that to you. It was like so mean, and I shouldn’t have done that. I’m super sorry.”
I looked at her stone-faced, wondering what to say.
“Hey, loser, how about some appreciation?” Volcania growled. The imposing redhead’s hot temper was apparent with every word of the sentence.
“Deborah, knock it off,” Madeline shot back immediately. “I was a total jerk to him yesterday. He is just surprised.”
Volcania exhaled and crossed her arms, pouting while Madeline turned back to me.
“Derrick, I’m like truly sorry for what I did yesterday, and if there is anything I can do to make it up to you, just let me know, okay?” she finished, punctuating her statement with a wink.
I stood there still stunned, but I managed a nod. “O-kay,”
“Yay!” Madeline squealed before embracing me. “I’ll like totally find a way to make it up to you, Derrick! I promise.”
Other students had started to stare as the hottest girl in school held me tight. I blushed and returned the hug awkwardly, while I shimmied in place to try and hide my growing erection.
“Heh, sorry I like got carried away,” Madeline said as she pulled away. She was blushing heavily and bit her lip. “I’ll see you in class.”
I nodded again, still speechless, and quickly turned and walked away.
“Maddy, what the fuck is wrong with you today?” I heard Volcania say as I walked to class.
My classes throughout the day continued the strange trend from this morning. Queen Bee couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off me. Even when I tried to pay attention to the lectures, I could feel her sneaking peeks at me. Between classes, I looked back and saw her following close behind me. I ducked into the men’s restroom, and when I came out, she was still in the hallway, gazing furtively at me while chatting with Volcania.
By the time I had gotten to Public Relations class, I was certain something had happened. Could I have powers now? Could it be super pheromones? It seemed unlikely that everyone but Madeline was unaffected. Maybe I had mind-controlled her from my wet dreams last night? Or maybe…
“Mr. Anderson!” Professor Phoenix called to me. My head shot up, and I looked around, finding the rest of the class looking at me. I shimmied in my chair awkwardly.
“Yes, Ms. Phoenix?” I asked meekly. The professor glared daggers at me, looking sharp and intimidating in her tight pantsuit, which hugged her generous curves.
“We are working in pairs today, Mr. Anderson. You need to pick your partner.”
“Oh uh,” I stammered as I looked around the classroom. My eyes quickly found Madeline’s her inviting smile beckoning me to pick her.
“I’ll work with Queen Bee,” I said with sudden confidence, watching as she giggled when I said her name.
“Alright then, next, Mr. Jennings,” Ms. Phoenix said as she moved onto the next student. My gaze went back to Madeline, who called me to her with her finger. I quickly grabbed my booking and made my way to her table.
“Well, handsome, what is your first question for the marvelous Queen Bee?” she said as I approached, clearly referencing the group assignment that I had missed earlier.
“Look, let’s skip the assignment for now. What is wrong with you today?” I whispered to her as I sat in the chair next to her.
“Wrong with me?” she cooed as she looked longingly into my eyes. “I don’t know what you mean, hun. I have, like, never felt better.”
She punctuated her statement with a cute giggle. I rolled my eyes. “Look, you couldn’t stand the thought of me in the same zip code as you. Now you are shooting me bedroom eyes across the class. What’s the deal?”
“I guess I just realized how cute you are,” she said as she undressed me with her eyes. Clearly, she was not even conscious of what happened to her. I’d need to figure it out myself.
“When did you start thinking that, this morning?” I queried, trying to narrow down the possibilities.
“Well, it happened after gym class was over. I finished my water and showered with Volcania, and like it just kinda dawned on me, you know?”
Finished her water? That had to be it! Something in my spit was causing this.
“You know I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night. I needed a toy to handle my urges to even get to sleep,” she purred softly into my ear. Again, she was biting her perfectly plump lips. They glistened so beautifully with bright red lipstick immaculately applied.
My mind reeled at what she had just said. She wasn’t just nice, she was horny at the thought of me. I could ask her anything right now, and I’m pretty sure she would do it happily. There were so many possibilities running through my head at this moment.
“You know, Derrick,” she continued in a hushed whisper, “I’ve been wet as fuck all day watching you. Do you want to help me with that?”
I blinked. My mouth opened, but no words came out.
Madeline giggled at me and leaned in close. “Meet me in the women’s restroom by the gym in 5 minutes,” she said before quickly getting up from her seat with her hand raised.
“Ms. Phoenix, I like have to see the nurse right now for a girl’s issue,” she called to the teacher.
Ms. Phoenix’s gaze turned to Madeline. “Very well, Ms. Abernathy. I do hope you feel better soon.”
Madeline giggled. “You have no idea,” she muttered happily as she got up from the table. “See you soon,” she whispered to me as she passed by and made her way out of the class.
I sat there in silence for a minute. I thought about telling someone what happened, but that would probably get me detained at minimum. Any metahuman with mind-altering powers was considered highly dangerous. If I let the professors know now, they could find a cure to whatever I did to Queen. Fix Madeline back to what she was.
But slowly other thoughts trickled into my mind. Coming out as a mind controller guaranteed I would be even more of a pariah. If I were unlucky, I might be sent to meta-human prison anyway, deemed too dangerous to even be in the presence of others. And for what? Everyone, from the students to the teachers, thought I was weak and useless. A punching bag for more talented students like Madeline. Why should I subject myself to that risk for these people? For her? I deserved to get some enjoyment out of this fucking school. I deserved some retribution. I deserved to be in control for a change.
I stood up confidently from my table. “Ms. Phoenix! I need to use the restroom.”
I furtively looked around the empty halls of the school. We had so few students that it was unlikely to find anyone milling about mid-period, and the gym was closed for its daily maintenance and upkeep, so any classes were at the other end of the school. When I was sure no one was watching, I quickly slipped into the women’s restroom. As I slid the door closed softly and turned around, my jaw hit the floor.
“Heya, handsome,” Madline said with a flirty wink. She was as gorgeous as always, but her tight leotard had been discarded. Her bare chest stared me in the face. Her bare breasts were perky, plump, and perfect in every way I could imagine. Her stomach was toned, but not overly muscular, and her pussy was clean-shaven but for a small crown-shaped bit of hair just above her moist entrance. She was still wearing her…
