You run for the hills (still buck naked).

“Why is your cute ass all wet?” Popuri pondered with a joyful smirk as she snuck a gander at your perky behind. The feeling of her huge, pillowy boobs sent a continuing jolt of arousal through your naked body. It was mortifying to think you were about to get so hard you couldn't hide your cock. "You have such an adorable ass."

“W-were you l-like, skinny dipping in a river?” Ann asked as blood leaked from her nose in a steady stream, reminding you acutely how close all these girls were getting to your nude frame. "D-do you j-just run around n-na-naked sometimes, John?"

Before you could hope to get a word in, Karen was already reaching out for your modesty hand, wearing a grin that looked equal parts joyous and evil, “And why is your cock so normal? Why are you acting so embarrassed, Textbook?”

"Yeah, us ladies are loving the sight of you and your cute dick, Textbook~" Elie teased in turn, licking her lips as she took yet another step closer to your naked body. Regardless of how humiliated you were right then, what with your dick the centerpiece of conversation to all the girls in town, each time they giggled or praised you, you felt a surge of blood awaken your shaft. Worse still was that you could literally feel Elie's hot breath caress your bare skin.

And then it happened. A final pulse of arousal meant your cock had throbbed out from behind your modesty hand. Sure, it wasn't the biggest dick in the valley, but with only one hand to hide it, there was zero chance you could keep it out of these ladies' sight now that you were rock fuckin' hard. To put a cherry on top of the humiliation sundae, you let out a pretty obvious moan when Elie blew a kiss your way.

Popuri's vise-grip on your wrist had slackened to the point where it was barely even a suggestion, and the poultry farmer was utterly stupified as she watched your shaft poke out from its hiding spot to throb mere inches from her pretty face. A wolf-whistle shot from Karen's lips as she ogled your cute appendage, and poor, poor Ann fainted while her nose leaked blood like a fountain. By this point, more than half of your shaft was not only visible to the bachelorettes, but the exact center of their attention.

"Holy crap."

“Aww, it looks like he’s saying hello.”

“Oh fuck me that’s hot.”

“Lord have mercy.”

The only thing that could possibly make this moment more embarrassing is if Mary somehow showed up to ogle your penis too, and you were already **** to escape Karen's perverse gaze. With tears of embarrassment welling up in your eyes, you bolted away from the gawking, catcalling girls-- your package held firmly in hand, and your ass bouncing freely before their eyes as you dashed back into the treeline.

After sighing blissfully at your cute butt one last time, Popuri's face changed expression entirely. "Wait a second... John doesn't have a tiny dick! Karen, I won the bet, so hand me that Hamilton."

“Dammit, that’s right… Farm boy's got a textbook cock. Here’s your ten bucks, you horny ditz.” Karen said, pouting like a sore loser as she handed the other horny woman a bill, “Ugh, I can’t believe John doesn’t have a teeny weenie…”

Elie was a little more concerned with Ann, the tomboy blacked out and hyperventilating on the ground nearby. But she still smirked, overhearing about wagers on your cock size. The nurse was also giggling over the way your penis and balls looked when you shuddered in embarrassment.

While the town's bachelorettes gossiped, squirmed with perverse glee, and won bets, you fled deeper into the forest-- wishing that the day's humiliations could just be at their end already...

You had no idea how mortifying things could still become.