You pump your weak legs but the echo of big feet slapping on tile grows ever louder as the stampede of men close the distance. If you were in any sort of fit condition to run away you might not have had to resort to sneaking around locker rooms to see naked women in the first place. Unsurprisingly the exit is not even within reach of your stubby fingers before you feel a combined two thousand pounds of disgusting footballer dog-pile on top of your body. As you squirm, trying to escape something long and wet rubs up against your butt-crack and try to tell yourself that it must be someone's finger (But unfortunately as a handsome genius you know full well that it is not). Your own penis is flattened between you and the filthy locker room floor.
"Hey! It feels like there's a weird forcefield around the little spirit dick!," yells out one of the athletes directly on top of you, "Everyone off, let's see if we can break it!"
Thankfully a few of the brutes rolled off relieving you of some weight. Figuring that a genius such as yourself manage to find a way to escape these Neanderthals, you decide to keep quiet. Shortly after making this decision you yelp out at a series of hard slaps across your ass cheek as the footballers try to break past the "forcefield". Luckily no one heard you loud as everyone was laughing and arguing, trying to figure out what to do next.
"Let's try to move it onto the bench for a better look!" suggests one of the players to general agreement.
Two meaty hands clap the side of your hips and start pulling you towards one of the benches, dragging your squished cock along the tile floor. You are hoisted up and flipped so everyone could get the full view of your precious genitals.
"Don't know why anyone would go to all the trouble of protecting this thing with a forcefield, it looks completely useless as a cock"
"Why was it designed so the pubes are longer than the shaft? You can barely see it under all that bush!"
"Hey this forcefield is weird," states the linebacker who had carried him to the bench, running his hands up your stomach "It doesn't just cover the mini-dildo, it extends all the way up here and gets bigger in places..."
"What does it feel like?"
"It feels like..." the linebacker hesitates as he reaches and fondles your pectorals, "You guys aren't going to believe this, here it sort of feels like a pair of titties."
A roar of laughter and disbelief reverberates around the room.
"What? No way!"
"Feel for yourself!"
"He's right, it's like a set of boobs! Fleshy but not as round?"
"Damn, I think these are bigger than my girlfriend's tits"
"Hey let me have a go!"
This was the exact opposite of what you had envisioned. You were supposed to be the one groping dozens of women's breasts, but instead you had dozens of male hands on your manly pectorals (and certainly not the jiggly man-boobs as these dunderheads were inferring). On the bright side, at least none of them were getting their dirty man hands on your precious penis.
"Hey watch out guys, I'm going to try break the forcefield again."
Before you could register what had been said a fist cracks down on your wet shriveled penis and testicles. You howl out loud but this time it is heard by everyone. At the same time, the dozens of soapy hands which were fondling your chest had started to wipe away the invisibility revealing a translucent set of nipples floating in the air.
"Guys I broke through! It almost would have felt like a real cock if it weren't so small!"
"Hey did you hear something?"
"Yea it sounded like a yell."
"Hang on what's that floating over the bench!"
"It looks sort of like a nipple"
"Ha yea that dick is so small it might as well be a nipple"
"No, not that, above the microdick, there!"
"Hey you're right, It looks like the tits we were rubbing!"
"Hang on there's no forcefield at all, this is an invisible guy!"
"Grab some soap let's wash him off!"
Within moments every inch of your body is being assaulted by sponges and towels wiping away your invisibility. The shroud of anonymity you had depended on was washed away as your body lay in full view.
"It's just some old loser with a tiny dick!"
"What is he doing skulking around here invisible?"
"He must be working for the other team to pull a prank on us!" shouts someone from the back "Or maybe steal our game plans, let's take him back and tie him to the goal posts naked or something."
The some of the members chorus an agreement and start making suggestions of nasty pranks to play on you before they are interrupted.
"Look at him, he's obviously just a queer who snuck in here to perv on some jocks." comments one of the linemen, flexing his muscles "And who could blame him eh? We're the sexiest team in the state. That's why we saw his little cock first, he couldn't help rubbing it!"
Even though team laughs at the lineman's jest, a few of them noticeably puff out their chests or take wider stances letting their big meaty cocks dangle more visibly.
"Maybe he was trying to get to the cheerleader's changing rooms." pondered one of the smaller players "I mean that's like the first thing every guy thinks of if they could be invisible."
There is a general murmur and chuckle of agreement throughout the team. Hey, maybe you and the footballers are more alike than you thought. Despite your differences you're all guys here, surely they'll understand. You are about to explain the mix-up hoping they'll let you go, when one of the players yells out...
"Hey! My girlfriend is on the cheerleading squad!"
"Yea mine too!"
"And my sister!"
"If this shit-stain was trying to perv at my girl's tits-"
"You chubby little creep I'm going to knock your head in-"
Before you could think of what to say or do the quaterback steps forward holding his arms out to stop everyone. The team went silent, for the first time since they had come into the locker room no one was laughing or joking.
"Calm down guys, let's not jump to conclusions" he says, looking down at you, "Let's give him a chance to explain. So why are you here? If you're here to pull a prank, we'll let you off easy but not before we have some fun; If you're a fag looking for some jock cock, I'm sure some of the... less picky... guys are willing to show you a good time; But if you were looking for the cheerleaders... well you look like a smart guy, I'm sure I wont have to explain why that would have been a dumb idea."