Swim away

You call on all your training as a swimmer to lunge for the other side of the large pool, hoping you can get to the other side before they do. Unfortunately, they're smarter than you give them credit for. Half of them run around the pool, and the other half dive in after you. Once you reach the other side and climb out, you're surrounded. They quickly grab your arms and hold them behind your back, giving everyone a good look at your now hilariously tiny package.

"Mr. Little Johnson. Tsk tsk. You shouldn't have run." admonishes the blonde, who has seemingly become the ring leader. "Now we have to teach you a lesson."

With surprising ****, the group of young women turns you to the left, and begins pushing you toward the women's locker room door. You attempt to stop them, but with the group of them, and the lack of friction from the wet floor, you don't have much leverage. When they open the door, you hear far too many high pitched voices echoing off the stone and linoleum. It stops almost silent when they see you round the corner.

Your eyes go as wide as possible when you see several dozen women in different states of undress, all staring at your shrunken package. The silence doesn't last long, as an explosion of laughter fills the room. Blood rushes to your cheeks, as you find yourself unable to cover up. This, combined with the healthy slap you feel against your ass, cause your tiny cock to rise once again.

"Oh my god, he's getting hard!" The faceless words from the crowd, combined with the ensuing laughter does nothing to ease your troubled state. You cringe when you hear a whisper just behind your head.

"You know what we should do with him..."