Ryan's Rack

Sarah had it. She's more popular then he ever was, and wasn't going to take it any more. Holding the stone tightly she said, "Ryan, you know what? I wish you would grow breasts, we'd see how you'd like it." "If I did, I'd probably get more guys than your ugly ass," Ryan smirked. "Later, slut," Ryan left his breakfast and got ready for school. Sarah watched him go without another word. She noticed Ryan absent-mindedly scratching his pectoral as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. That innocent reaction betrayed to Sarah the effects of her wish, and she smiled for no one's benefit but her own. She pondered how much he would develop by the end of the day