Only by accident does he escape.

Face bright burgundy, his penis on clear display, sexy girls pointing and laughing at him while he could do nothing to save himself… yep, Dr.Browning was in Hell.

In the midst of their teasing, hooting, and catcalls at the mortified doctor, one of the horny babes activated the boat’s windshield wipers by accident (slapping the control with her overstuffed bikini top). The wiper blade swiped across the glass like a samurai sword, and saved Eliot from any further humiliation by slapping his naked butt back into the lagoon; where all his equipment was still lost— and finally letting him hide his own ‘equipment’ from those girls’ cameras.

The busty, laughing boater babes gave him several wolf-whistles goodbye as his cute ass disappeared from sight. An impish smile stayed on each woman’s face for the rest of their day on the lake.

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After approximately thirty minutes searching, the naked man managed to find all the gear he’d lost in the lake (while flashing only a couple more women his humiliatingly shrunken goods).

The ordeal was mortifying, but at least Eliot’s underwater camera was intact. Surely the sexy fishwoman hiding in lake Wannaseesomedick would be exposed by the footage he captured. If not, then today, like too many other excursions, was for naught.

Crawling onto a secluded part of the shore where his deflated dick would be seen by fewer people, the still-naked hunk set himself upon a felled log to go over all his underwater footage. It took longer than Eliot would ever admit to figure out how to make the darn thing replay it’s tape.

He checked through the recording and his face went scarlet; sure enough, the lake monster’s scaly, webbed hand was in the shot every few seconds, but the vast majority of the recording was just his penis flopping around when he’d gotten caught naked in the kelp. She apparently got closer than he knew with his camera, because within the minute of tape, the creature had made it so Eliot’s dick was the only thing in frame.

“Nooooo…” the Doctor moaned at his very literally humiliating defeat by the swamp creature. He’d sent in footage like this before, but any scientific peers considered it closer to amateur pornography than workable evidence of her existence.

Dr.Winona Thunderfoot never looked at him the same way after she reviewed the first tape he brought his college. There was always a look in her eyes that said: ‘I‘ve jilled-off to a recording of you, and I’ve lost a lot of respect for the both of us because of that.’

Blushing and bemoaning several different memories at once, Eliot asked the world in general, “Could this day get any worse?”

Which was always the wrong question to rhetorically ask.