Morning Jog

You bide your time, but not for long. After taking a day to get your plan in place, you wake yourself up one morning with a 6 AM alarm. You hope out of bed, excited for what's about to come. Without giving it much thought you throw on a school t-shirt, and a pair of grey sweatpants. You make sure to grab the most important part of your outfit, the clothes shrinker 5000. With a wide smile you slip it into your pocket, and quickly make your way downstairs.

You try not to draw too much attention as you make your way across campus, and hide inside a cluster of bushes a few hundred feet from the football team's practice field. It won't be long before the girl's track team will take to the grass for their first meeting of the season. You laugh to yourself. Just like Bradley to schedule his track time when he can show off. Well if you have your way, he'll be showing off more than he bargained for.

The athletic group of young women show up one by one, and eventually begin talking amongst themselves. Right on time, Bradley makes his way out of the dorm dressed in a pair of short gym shorts and a white tank top. He begins running around the track that encircles the field, pretending he doesn't see a few of the women watching him hungrily.

You wait until he gets to the curve in the track closest to the bush before leaping out in front of him. You pull the remote as he stares at you in confusion.

"This is from Wedgie Boy!" You shout, drawing the attention of anyone who wasn't already looking. You point the remote and press the button, but instead of the shrinking ray coming out of the little satellite dish in the front, it shoots out the back and hits you. Immediately you notice your clothes start to grow tighter. You rip off your shirt, exposing your scrawny upper torso, but come to a stop when you grab the waistband of your sweatpants. You suddenly remember that you forgot to wear underwear today.

You notice that everyone has begun to surround you, watching your growingly harrowing predicament. By now your sweatpants are too tight for you to do anything about. The fabric in the crotch squeezes against your genitals, drawing some laughter from the crowd. A few of the women wiggle their pinkies at you. You look down to see that your sweatpants are now leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. A detailed outline of your tiny penis is perfectly visible through the thin fabric.

You throw your hands over your crotch in an attempt to preserve some dignity, but Bradley runs up behind you and puts you in a full nelson, leaving you completely unable to hide your tiny little secret. A number of the women have now pulled out their phones and begun recording your humiliation. Not long after that you feel the fabric of your pants give way, leaving you completely naked. This brings another wave of laughter as the girls whisper among themselves, a number of them holding up their thumb and forefinger in that old familiar sign.

Bradley holds you for quite a while before letting you run off back to your dorm. The one thing you have succeeded in is getting rid of the nicknames Red and Wedgie Boy. The entire school now knows you by your new nickname, baby dick! Congratulations!

GAME OVER! You have been humiliated! Perhaps you were a bit hasty with your anger.