As Chad opened his locker, he heard a voice behind him, "Hey, who are you? And what are you doing in Chad's locker?"
Chad turned around to explain. He was embarrassed and relieved to see Rick standing there naked dripping wet with a towel in his hand.
"Hey, Rick, it's me Chad, you will never guess, wha-?" he said as he watched Rick's expression change. First Rick sniffed, then his naked cock got rock hard, and then he started to leer lustily at the new Chad. "What are you looking at, Rick?"
"Chad the MVP - you know the Most Valuable Pussyboi. So you want to striptease? Or you want me to help?"
"Rick, it's me, Chad, we're best friends," Chad pleaded, "you cannot do this."
Rick inhaled, "You say know, but your perfume says "yes"."
"Perfume, I'm not wearing perfume!" Chad protested.
"Well, whatever that smell is, it says fuck you now and hard," Rick answered dropping his towel, and forcing Chad on to his back. Chad's sweats were pulled down to his knees, and Rick laughed, "The Chad I know doesn't have a pussy, but you do, girlie boi."
"Rick, Clyde did this to me, please don't fuck me!" Chad pleaded.
Suddenly, Rod appeared. He had a towel around his waist. It was quickly tented before Chad could even speak.
"Rod, it's me Chad, Rick is acting crazy, you got to help me!" Chad pleaded.
"Clyde promised us some tail for winning the Championship, it's great he got a chick that looks like a tiny version of Chad," Rod said dropping his towel.