Wrestling try outs

You decide that wrestling try outs are the best place for this. Not only will he be in front of a large group of his peers, but the cheerleaders are having their tryouts in the same gymnasium. It's perfect, but you know you'll have to infiltrate somehow. It's going to be suspicious if you're just there in the gym watching. You decide you'll have to pretend that you're trying out too.

Over the next few days you order yourself a wrestling singlet and head gear, prepping for the **** plan of the century. You hear the whispers and laughter as you go about your week, but it only fuels your thirst for ****. Wednesday comes and you put on the wrestling uniform, only to see that your unimpressive member is pressed conspicuously against the fabric. With a blush in your cheeks, you grab a sock and slide it into the tight spandex, adjusting it until it looks natural.

You look at the clock to see you're running late, but thankfully the gym is just next door to your dorm. You bust into the large room and the first thing you notice is that all the other wrestlers are dressed in shorts and t-shirts. This draws some attention and giggling your way, but you pay it no mind. You haul your gym bag over to where try outs are happening, and try to lay low. Your attempt is thwarted when Bradley walks right up to you.

"Hey there Red! I didn't know you were a wrestler."

"Y-yeah." You stammer. "Best in my weight class all four years of high school."

"Oh yeah? What weight class is that? Skinny little wedgie boy weight?"

It isn't clever, or even comprehensible, but you grit your teeth all the same. You hold yourself back knowing he's about to get his comeuppance. Your chance comes swiftly too. The wrestling coach wastes no time in stepping to the middle of the mat and allowing his booming voice to silence the room. Even the cheerleaders momentarily stop their try outs to look over and watch.

"Alright! First thing we're gonna do is a little king of the mountain! Winner stays, loser walks! First up..." The coach pauses to look down at his sheet. "Bradley Reynolds!"

The handsome young athlete walks to the center of the mat with a cocky grin on his face. You glare at him as you pull the clothes shrinker 5000 from your gym bag. Without waiting for his first opponent to be announced, you jump out from the crowd and point the device at him.

"From wedgie boy with love!" you shout, pressing the button with a grimace. Instead of firing, the machine makes several loud beeps, before exploding in your hand. You get blown backward, but you're mostly uninjured, as the entire gym stares at you in silence. After a moment that seems like an hour, you notice that your singlet is starting to grow tighter. It begins to squeeze you so tightly that you have a hard time moving at all. The fabric in the crotch strains against the sock you stuffed in there. You can see that some of the cheerleaders have mistaken it for your actual bulge, and are whispering excitedly to each other.

"Someone help!" You shout, just as the seems from the cheap, costume shop singlet burst, leaving you completely naked. The sock falls to the ground revealing your tiny, flaccid penis.

There is a short silence, broken when you hear one of the young women shout. "Oh my god he's a stuffer!"

"It's so small!"

"It's not even cold in here!"

The gym fills with echoing laughter, freezing you in place more efficiently than shrinking spandex ever could. Before you can think to cover yourself, you feel Bradley grab your arms and pull them tightly behind your back. This leaves you completely unable to cover yourself. He shakes you back and forth, causing your tiny member to wiggle for the laughing crowd. Many of the cheerleaders pulls out their phones and point their cameras at you, making sure you'll never forget the most humiliating day of your life.

GAME OVER! You have been humiliated. Perhaps you were a bit hasty with your actions.