Nerd Virgin

Diana reached down and grabbed a handful of my soft belly, squeezing the flesh. “Look at all this extra Ivanna. So soft. So squishy. Not exactly the hard-bodied queen you guys thought, right? She’s just a big, pale pear.”

As Diana mocked me, I felt a strange, terrifying heat spreading through my lower belly. The humiliation was absolute. The whole world was seeing my flaws—the orange hair, the tubular tits, the Disney panties, the soft rolls of fat. I was being stripped of every lie I’d ever told. And for some reason, the more they laughed, the more my heart raced—not just from fear, but from a burgeoning, sick thrill.

“She’s getting all red,” Raphael noted, leaning in close to my face. “Look at you. You are blushing. Are you enjoying this, Ivie? Are you enjoying being exposed?”

“No,” I whispered, though my breath was coming in short, ragged gasps.

“I think she is,” Diana said. She looked at the chat.

Trying anything to get away I reached for Raphael’s jeans and pulled them down his member cane out. It was, as I had described, remarkably small—a thin, pale little thing that looked more like a thumb than a penis.

“Look at the 'baby dick' Ivanna was talking about!” Diana laughed, grabbing it with two fingers. She started to jerk him off right there in front of my face. “It’s so cute! It’s like a little cocktail sausage. No wonder you couldn’t do anything with her, Raph. You couldn't even find the target!”

Raphael groaned, his face turning beet red as Diana’s hand moved quickly. “It’s... it’s because she was so judgmental!”

I watched, mesmerized and horrified, as Diana’s hand moved. My gaze was locked on his small, twitching cock, and then I looked back at the camera. My own face was on the monitor, eyes wide,I was touching my self on camera. My mouth hanging open, my small, hairy-nippled breasts jiggling with every moan.

“Look at her watching,” Diana said, her voice dropping into a sultry, cruel tone. “She loves it. She’s a little voyeur nerd. She’s never seen one in person this close before, have you, Ivie?”

“I... I...” I couldn't find the words. The pressure in my bladder was becoming unbearable. The combination of the fear, the exposure, and the sight of Diana’s hand on Raphael was too much.

“Oh, look,” Diana said, pointing down. “Is the Goth Queen getting a little leaky?”

“Don’t,” I pleaded, but it was too late. I lost control.