He's a huge asshole, make him pay

You glare back at Tommy, thinking about how he had gloated about getting a football scholarship to a school that rejected you. You think about how he's had a parade of hot girlfriends and bragged about how much he fucked them.

You think about how much he deserves a tiny penis that will never get hard again. Then you laugh as he looks down, obviously feeling some shrinkage in his pants.

"Okay class," says Ms. Micken, "everyone settle down. Let's start with a quiz on what we talked about yesterday."

You groan. There's no way you can stand thinking about weak and strong covalent bonds. You wish something more interesting.

Ms. Micken perks up. "This quiz requires a little participation from the boys in our class. If the two of you will stand up front and face the class."

You and Tommy head to the front, though Tommy is a little confused. You're enjoying the view as you stand in front of a room full of scantily clad hotties.

"Class, which one of these two boys would you most like to fuck?"

Everyone gasps. None of the girls answer, but many of them are looking over the homecoming king, just like you knew they would.

Ms. Micken moves in front of you and Tommy. "Before you answer, let's introduce a catalyst, something that changes the reaction. Boys, pull down you pants."

You pull down your pants without hesitation, but Tommy stands there in shock. You give him a little mental push, causing him to pull his pants down without understanding why he did it.

The girls all laugh. You're fairly big, but you look enormous next to Tommy's tiny cock. And you're getting bigger as all the girls look, but Tommy is unable to make his cock do anything.

You look over at Cheryl, who is holding back laughter. You nod and she pulls out her phone. A ringing comes from Tommy's pants.

"Tommy," says Ms. Micken, "that's very distracting. Please answer the phone."

Tommy reaches down to his ankles and pulls his phone out of his pants. He answers it and is assaulted with the pictures Cheryl took in the locker room. His mouth drops open in disbelief.

Phones ring all over the classroom. Every girl with a phone checks it and busts out laughing. The ones who look at Tommy laugh hardest, while the ones who look at you smile flirtatiously.

Tommy starts to run, but trips over the pants and falls. He scrambles out of the room on all fours.