The Locker Room

You search all over campus, but can't find him. After a while you realize your phys. ed class is about to start, and you put Bradley to the back of your mind. You rush across the quad to the locker room, and immediately begin changing into your gym clothes. You get yourself stripped down to your red briefs when you see it out of the corner of your eye. Bradley is walking around the locker room in nothing but a towel. Forgetting your own state of undress, you decide now is the perfect time to strike.

"Hey Brad!" You shout. He turns his attention to you and lets out a chuckle.

"Yeah, Red? What do you want? Another wedgie?" He replies.

"Not exactly." You smile and hit the freeze button on your watch, but at first it seems like nothing happened. Bradley only stares at you in confusion.

"What are you doing you weird nerd?"

You try to hit the button again, but that's when you realize something is wrong. You can't move. The watch didn't freeze time, it only froze you.

Bradley steps toward you, waving his hand in your face. "Heeey. Hey wedgie boy... what did you do? Can you not move? Or are you messing with me?" To test you, he fakes taking a swing, but you couldn't even flinch if you wanted to. "Oh my god." he says with an evil glint in his eye. "You really can't move. You messed up this time."

You try with all your might to move yourself, but it does no good. You are completely frozen. Bradley circles you for a moment, trying to decide what to do to you, before an idea strikes him. He reaches down and grabs the waistband of your briefs. Your brain screams for him to stop, but there's nothing you can do. He lowers the fabric to your ankles, revealing your tiny dick.

Bradley almost falls over in laughter. "Oh my god, dude! You got a little vienna sausage for a dick!"

You want nothing more than to cover yourself, but there's nothing you can do. Suddenly Bradley runs over to his locker. He quickly gets dressed, before pulling his phone from his bag. Your brain begs him not to do what he's about to do, but your mouth is silent. You can only watch in horror as he takes picture after picture. Up close, full body, he captures your naked humiliation from every angle.

"Alright. I gotta get to class, but I can't just leave you like this." You feel a fleeting sense of relief when he says this, but that quickly goes away when the much larger man picks you up and hoists you over his shoulder. You can't see where he's taking you, but you can tell that it's toward the locker room doors. He whistles while carrying your helpless body out into the hall. You hear a few students gasp and giggle, but he doesn't set you down there like you thought he might. Instead he continues into the women's locker room.

"Alright little guy. This locker room is empty now, but the girl's soccer team is just about to get done with practice, so you should serve as a fun little decoration for them. Meanwhile, I'm gonna get busy spreading these pictures all over campus. Congrats, you're not wedgie boy anymore! You're now baby dick!" He laughs loudly as he sets you down in the most visible possible place, and leaves you there all alone.

You don't have long to panic. Very soon after he leaves, you hear a cacophony of female voices growing louder and closer. There's nothing you can do as they enter the locker room and notice you standing there. Their laughter rings loudly in your ears as they point and laugh at your predicament. Many of them are wiggling their pinkies, or holding their thumb and forefinger roughly an inch apart to estimate your size.

The group quiets down as a tall, athletic, blonde woman with a "C" on her jersey steps forward. "Alright, so what are you doing here? Frat hazing? Just a weird perv? What's up?"

She gives you a moment, but you can't answer.

"Ok seriously, we gotta change, and you don't get to watch. Take your little mushroom dick and go."

Once again you can not respond. This makes her angry, so she walks over and gives you a slap to the backside. You feel the sting of her hand, but there's nothing you can do to react, which confuses the women. She spots the strange looking watch on your wrist and begins poking at it, accidentally pressing the button that unfreezes you. You immediately throw your hands over your diminutive member, and sprint out of the locker room, their laughter following you.

You go to grab your clothes from the men's locker room, but Bradley has taken those, leaving you with only your keys, wallet, and phone. You check your notifications to see hundreds of messages. Apparently Bradley posted the pictures on Xitter, and people have been sharing and commenting on them non stop.

At this point the entire school and then some has seen your little secret. You're so defeated that you don't even bother to cover yourself as you walk from the gym to your dorm room.

GAME OVER! You have been humiliated. Perhaps you were too hasty with your anger.