"You were a freak a long time before I showed up," shot back Sarah, "But I guess--"
She was cut off by the buzz of Todd's phone, which lay on the locker room bench. She glanced down and was instantly angered to see a photo of Mandy Rogers in her bra, blowing a kiss along with the text message:
"Where R U? Under bleachers now"
Sarah was not happy at all.
"Looking for Todd?" Sarah shouted out at the cheerleader who stood, stretching in the dark corridor that ran beneath the school's football bleachers.
Mandy, dressed in her cheerleading outfit, spun around and spit her bubblegum out on the ground.
"Oh fuck off, Sarah," she said, aggressively pointing her sizable chest in her rival's direction. "He's moved on to bigger and better things."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that first part," grinned Sarah, reaching into her purse and producing what, at first, looked like a flesh-colored dildo. She forced it into Mandy's hand, who withdrew in horror as she realized it was warm to the touch and almost seemed to grow with her fingers wrapped around it.
"Mandy," a tiny, high-pitched voice screamed, "Help me! Help me!"
Mandy's jaw dropped as she lifted the cock to her face. There, at the end of it, was Todd, just inches tall.
