Your tiny penis, an audience of laughing women.

Hsien-ko groped your naked ass, and she hauled you across the parking lot; forcing you to march past bustling noonday traffic in nothing but your birthday suit. You watched in utter horror as cars on the street slowed down to get a better look at you, the occasional woman peeking down at your tiny, tumescent dick from her seat.

It was humiliating to be on complete display, unable to hide your privates from random girls, but your blue skinned crush showed you that any situation could get worse. Hsien-ko was marching your ass to a specific building in this lot, and the sign above its doorway made your heart stop.

Northridge Square Aerobics Center

“Wait wait, please, Hsien-ko— anywhere but there!!” You begged as the large number of scantily-clad women inside the studio came into view. They were sexy, athletic, and guaranteed to have a perfect view of your cock through the massive glass window separating them from the parking lot. “Hsien-ko, don’t do this! If those girls see me, I, I’d die of embarrassment!!”

“Aww, but James… that’s exactly why I’m taking you here~” the zombie girl said, an evil smile on her lips.

Hsien-Ko took a solid grip of your arms while she pressed your naked body into the window; pelvis first. Her breath felt hot on your bared shoulders, and the sensation of her fingers gripping your wrists sent a jolt up your spine. Despite the monster girl groping in broad daylight, you were more acutely aware of the ladies inside the studio.

You stated on in abject, humiliated horror as you watched the myriad of exercising women look up at you, and your bared cock. Their jaws were dropped, and their faces painted the full rainbow of human expression— some giddy, some pitying, but most caught in hysterical fits of laughter. One of the many, many women in tight leotards held up the SPH sign while giggling over your tiny penis pressed against the glass.

You would’ve given almost anything to not be the naked guy those girls were laughing at right now.

You whimpered softly in your crush’s grip while the ladies inside the aerobics studio gathered tightly ‘round where Hsien-ko had you on display. The women on each side of the glass wolf-whistled, and your face burned scarlet— you couldn’t help but blush when some of the giggling girls inside grabbed their instant-print cameras to immortalize your current humiliation.

Again with the freakin’ Polaroids.