He is smaller. A lot smaller

Bradley stands up and looks at himself in the full length mirror Julia keeps on the door and is shocked at what he sees. His dick is positively miniscule. He has generally been quite proud of his dick. It was at least 7" soft and even bigger hard. He loved showing it off whatever chance he got, but looking at it now it didn't even look like an inch long.

And the pictures! He didn't know what was going on today but Julia and Jessica both had pictures of him like this. The humiliation rolled over him. What could he possibly do? He could steal their phones, smash them or try to break into them to delete the pics, but they could have easily backed the pics up be now. Or even sent them to someone! God! Julia loved to tease him. She would definitely get off on sharing those pics around. And who knows what Jessica will do with them. Fuck!

This was bad. He had to just get the fuck out of here and figure something out. What the fuck sickness shrinks your dick, makes you weak, and keeps you from getting it up? Fuck. He goes to pull on his undies to at least hide his shame, but the feeling of his boxers against his cock was an intense burning. He tears them off with a scream. He tries to just put his gym shorts on and thankfully those feel alright against his dick. He pulls on his wife beater and grabs his stuff.

As he moves through campus he looks around paranoid that all the people around him can tell that something is wrong. He tries to keep a wide berth between him and anyone else. He thinks about going to the campus clinic to try to figure out what the fuck was wrong with him, but then he remembers he has a Lit quiz today. His Lit teacher is a huge cunt who insists that he needs to show up to class, even though he's on the football team and he really can't afford to keep pissing her off, so he heads there.

This morning has been all kind of fucked up and somehow he finds himself ten minutes early to class. He takes a seat on an aisle in the back of the room and scrolls through his phone, praying that he isn't going to see anything about those pictures. Thankfully he doesn't and he can almost relax before class starts.

He is looking at his phone at 9AM exactly when he suddenly feels himself get hard. He is suddenly hopeful that he might be getting better, but he looks down and he doesn't see any tenting at all. He looks around to his left and right and coughs hard when he sees Jessica right next to him, smiling smugly at him.

He wants to slap her. He wants to grab her phone out of her bag and smash it. He wants to grab her, throw her over his shoulder and carry her screaming to the men's room where he'll tear her clothes to shreds and fuck her hard leaving her naked on the dirty floor with his cum dripping out of her. But he can't do any of those things. He couldn't even push Julia off him. And he thinks Jessica knows that too. She is just standing next to him, waiting for him to let her past him.

He can't stand it. He gets up to let her by. As she passes she seems to lose her balance and her ass presses into his crotch. He lets out a loud involuntary moan that sounds nothing like his exaggerated moans from this morning. It was halfway between a squeal and a donkey's bray. He hears Jessica laughing and sees her walking past. He looks up and sees that people are looking at him, as he feels a wetness below the belt. He looks down at his grey gym shorts and it could not be clearer that he came in his shorts. He looks over to Jessica and she is looking down at his crotch and smiling. She knows. Everyone knows.

Humiliated, he sits down and muddles his way through the quiz. He finishes quickly, turns it in electronically and rushes out of class awkwardly trying to cover his dirty shorts with his bag as he tries to run to his dorm to get cleaned up before heading to the clinic.