LMOC 3 (Patreon)

You step out of the locker room and into the gym, trying to draw as little attention to yourself as possible. In the few days you'd been named the Littlest Man on Campus, you'd had surprisingly little attention from the various sororities whose mission it was to humiliate you as badly as possible. Apart from a few hushed whispers and points, things had been relatively uneventful.  Even so, you thought it was best to keep a low profile to avoid doing anything to make yourself stand out, and thus risk the wrath of the Sigma Phi Heta sisters or any of their rivals. After all, this much silence could only mean that they were cooking up something seriously deranged, or at least that's what your paranoia told you. 

"Hey!" A short-haired redhead with a perfectly toned athletic figure stepped out to block your path. She folded her arms under her massive jugs which strained against her tight sports bra, which was emblazoned with the greek letters Epsilon Nu Mu. "What are you doing coming out of the men's locker room? From what I hear, you belong in THAT one." She nodded to the ladies' room. "Men have dicks, girls have clits, ergo, you're supposed to change in the girls' room, right?" She beamed with cruelty, her green eyes piercing your soul. She quickly tugs on her top, drawing your eye line to her cleavage; a dirty trick. 

Catching on that she was trying to get you to make a fool of yourself, you simply roll your eyes and try to step around her, but she forcefully grabs your forearm. 

"Don't ignore me, shrimpdick!" she barked. "You're lucky ANY woman even pays you the slightest attention when we ALL know you've got a pathetic little tic tac dick."

"Fine, I'm the LMOC, I've got a small dick. I admit it. You happy now?" You just wanted to get her out of your face. 

She simply grinned and pulled a digital audio recorder out of the deep recess between her breasts, and pressed the 'stop' button.

"Ha! That was almost too easy!" She giggled. "An audio confession will go over big in the group chat! And I made sure to put the recorder somewhere I knew would have your attention!" 

She hip-checked you and walked past, finally freeing you, but not without one last quip. 

"Dunno what you're doing in the gym anyway. No exercise in the world is gonna make THAT muscle bigger."

With that humiliating encounter behind you, you got on with your workout, making sure to always face the mirrored wall to ensure that no one was planning to sneak up behind you and yank your shorts down.

A few minutes later, your vigilance paid off. You looked up just in time to see a Sigma sister that you recognized from your… humiliating ordeal the other night sneaking up behind you, her body language screaming that she was going to do exactly what you feared and pull your shorts down. But apparently, her bimbo brain couldn't grasp the fact that you'd seen her in the mirror, because she blinked in shock when you turned your head to catch her red-handed.

"Can I help you?" You simply ask.

"Psh, you certainly can't help me reach orgasm, pinky-dick." She scowled and waved her pinky finger in the air, before turning on her heels to head back the way she came, apparently defeated. But other than this failed attempt, the rest of your workout continued without incident.

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, you head back towards the showers. Considering recent events, you normally wouldn't consider showering in any kind of public venue like this, but you were too sweat-drenched and uncomfortable to care. Aiming to make it as quick as possible to minimize the risk of exposure, you quickly shed your workout clothes and get in the shower stall. Hrm, you could have sworn the shower stalls were bigger than this. No matter, probably just misremembering. You turned on the water and began your high-speed shower.

You rinsed under the water, leaning over to get a handful of body wash from the soap dispenser on the far wall. When you lean back, however, the water from the shower was suddenly ice cold! You reflexively jump back from it, the chill rushing through your whole body. 

With precision timing, the far wall of the shower collapsed with a thud! On the other side were no fewer than five busty babes, all in  Epsilon Nu Mu shirts. It was a fake wall! No wonder the shower seemed more cramped. And of course, they immediately exploded into a fit of cackles. At least two of them pulled their phones out and started snapping away.

"Holy shit! I knew he was small but this is ridiculous!" shrieked a blonde bimbo. 

"That's what the cold water was for! Genius plan, Dee!" Said a brunette to one of her sorority sisters.

You looked down, and with horror, realized the blast of cold water had practically shrunk you down to nothing! Finally, this helped you gain the presence of mind to cover yourself with your hands. If only the damage hadn't already been done. 

"Alright alright, we got what we came for." Said the brunette, putting her phone down after a moment. "Let's let acorn-dick here finish his shower in peace. I'm satisfied."

"Betcha he's never heard a woman say that before!" Chirped the blonde, which prompted another round of giggles as the squad exited the room as if you weren't even there. Man, this was gonna be a long four years.