“I’ve got one question for you, boys and girls … are you ready to rock out with your cock out?”
The stage lit up with a technicolor glare as the screens behind the figure on stage zoomed in and out wildly on the action. What was drawing your focus more was the figure on stage - whoever they were, they were almost perfectly androgynous beneath their wild shoulder long hair dyed electric pink and frankly fabulous makeup.
“ARE YOU READY TO COCK OFF?!?!” shouted the figure with a feminine rasp, a powerful volume from a surprisingly small person.
The crowd cheered in response as the screens zoomed in on pictures of crotch bulges on men and women alike.
“I’m Cass and the rules are real simple. Someone comes up on stage if they think they got a big one. Anyone in the crowd can come up and challenge them, but you gotta bet length to play - minimum 1 inch.”
Cases held her palm up and mimicked the size with her fingers.
“On my count you drop the underwear, get hard and compare. I’ll judge. Winner leaves with the size boost. Loser leaves the stage smaller.”
Her fingers pinched together for a dramatic effect.
“We’re betting for real inches here, so whatever you do … don’t get too cocky!”
The crowd roared to life as Cass posed, hands on boyish hips as a perfect monument of ambiguity.
“Alright, just remember there’s no clean forfeit - if you get on stage you see it through because if you try to leave early you lose a penalty inch anyway! Who wants to get this party started?!?”
A sea of hands shot up and a few bodies in the crowd parted as a rush made their way to the front. You watched as Cass surveyed the crowd hungrily, a perverse glee in her eyes as she weighed the fate of countless manhoods before her …