Drinking Fountain

Zayne grabbed my arm and began to lead me to the drinking fountain, which I realized was even more out in the open than the bench was.

"Zayne." I whispered, "The bathroom is that way!" I pointed my head towards the bathroom building in my left which was closer than the drinking fountain.

"You don't have shoes on, I'm not risking you getting athlete's foot in public restrooms."

"You're risking me getting arrested for indecent exposure!"

"Not with my power I'm not." he turned to face me with his color-shifting iris as we made it to the drinking fountain, "Now unhand yourself."

I obeyed his command, lifting my lone hand barely covering my cock, which left me exposed completely for people to see. "Zayne, are you serious?" I spoke in a hushed tone while I felt blood rush in my probably reddened face. I felt chill as calm wind blow over my fully exposed body.

Zayne smiled innocently as he cupped his hands full of water and doused it on me. "This is going to take awhile." he smirked, while I looked around. A small crowd began to approach and gather while other people from kids to old people just stared at my direction. I'm totally getting arrested. Hands other than Zayne's began touching me once more, even those who had seen me in my statue form from either a moment ago or hours ago.

"Need any help washing him?"

"Wow, this was the statue?"

"My name's still on his cock!" the plump woman, obviously Kelly, came over and doused a bit of water from her bottle on it and just grabbed it again to 'wash' off the ink.

"Uh.. excuse me." I started uncomfortably, despite my dick resuming being hard even after being petrified for hours. A small crowd of people, including the professor surrounded me with hands fighting to *clean* me up. I looked desperately at Zayne, who looked visibly irritated at the crowd. My hands were kept apart by two women taking pictures of me, posing before pictures were taken. "You know what, Jack? Maybe we should just go." his irises shifted colors once more as he looked around the crowd, and he extended one hand to cover my eyes, "Scram!" he commanded the crowd, then I heard the crowd dispersed, leaving me exposed to the world once more as he uncovered my eyes. "We'll get you shower at my place, I already called an Uber." he grinned mischievously and pulled me by my arms to lead to the street. I covered my cock again with my free hand as he dragged me.

"Why can't you give me a shirt or something?"

"We tried that once, remember? Mine couldn't fit on you." he smiled, showing his perfect teeth. He was right, I was taller than most people including him, which made me stand out so much, especially when nude. Though, I still want to see him shirtless as I am completely naked. Zayne continued to drag me to the street as people took pictures of me.