Eliot’s humiliating On-scene interview.

“This is Lauren Windsor with channel 5 news, here at the scene of quack doctor Eliot Browning’s latest experiment to expose the legendary lake Wannaseesomedick monster ‘Webby’.“ The blonde anchor signaled for her camerawoman to zoom in on the naked dude’s penis, smiling like she’d just won the lottery as he made no move to hide it. “He’s hardly shown us the promised ‘lake monster’, but I think we can all agree it’s a nice cock nonetheless.”

Frozen by pure embarrassment, Eliot’s response to Lauren blatantly discussing his penis on camera was a little squeak: A tiny peep of shame as dozens of horny women laughed and whistled in approval of his nudity. Rosalind and Dr.Thunderfoot were no exceptions.

The blonde lady he had, in fact, fucked just a month back placed her microphone in front of his squiggled mouth, and asked the mortified man as his dong swayed slightly in the breeze, “Do you have any comments about your latest public humiliation, Dr.Browning? Would you like Stephanie to zoom in more on your cock? Are you going to call me ‘mommy’ again tonight?”

As Lauren’s questions continued to make his privates the core subject matter, the poor guy finally found the presence of mind to cover himself up. But a single hand was hardly underwear, and Eliot was way, way, WAY too late for modesty— these licentious girls had already seen everything. And they were getting vocal.

“Move your hands! Please God, move his hands!”

“Nice dick, Poindexter!”

“Wow, Dr.Browning… just wow.”

“Hahaha! Look at his cheeks! They’re so red~!”

“Wowee! Thanks for the show, Dr.Sexy!”

“Haha! Turn around, turn around— Show us your ass!”

Even his rival Winona Thunderfoot joined in on the fun, eyeing him like a fine cut of meat as she said, “Now that’s a story to tell the college: Eliot’s lake monster exposed, fabled swamp creature nowhere to be seen!”

Flashing his ass to five different news crews in a scramble to escape sight, Eliot dove toward the pump hoping to at least rescue his briefs. It was evident to the hapless hunk that the drainage system had malfunctioned— the suction hose having escaped the water seemingly just to strip him buck-ass-nude.

There was no hope salvaging his dignity as the disrobed doctor fought the machine to give him back the only piece of cover he had left. He dove into the lake with the hose to ensure it kept his experiment going (and also to escape the endless catcalls) but when his fingers grasped hold of the little briefs he’d desperately wished stayed on, the pump sucked Eliot up, and the naked scientist was shot through the hose, straight into the tank without a warning.