Bowser was fresh out of peaches again. He didn’t like to go into why they were his favorite food in the world, though Kamek could say he had a pretty good guess. The loyal Magikoopa had been entrusted with fetching him a basket of the round, fuzzy fruits, but Bowser never gave him any coins to buy them with. He’d always just expect Kamek to find a way to get what he needed using whatever dastardly spells did the job. And so, Kamek flew into busy, bustling Toad Town, spotting an alleyway near the fruit market where he could land and plot his thievery. 


        Earlier that day, on the other side of Toad Town, a young, hopeful Koopa was moving into his newly bought home.


        “Phew,” he said, wiping sweat from his face. “Finally moved everything in!” Looking over the stacks of cardboard boxes filling the interior of the house, he felt himself frown a bit. “I still need to unpack everything, though…” The Koopa stepped outside to admire his dwelling. He was in a residential part of Toad Town, and surrounding his house were other homes similar to his, with well-maintained lawns and similar architecture. Beside the path leading to his front door was a red mailbox, and right next to it a sign with the homeowner’s name on it


Zippy Koopa’s House


“Wow, the landlord already put my name on the sign,” Zippy remarked to himself. “That was nice of them!” He smiled, feeling a sense of ease from the welcoming atmosphere. “Let’s see...I don’t really have any food, so I ought to go into town to pick some things up. I hope I can make a good impression on everyone living here…”


Making sure he had enough coins with him, Zippy began to make his way over to Toad Town’s market. Walking into town, he could feel the breezy air through the gaps in his shell. “Jeez, it’s a little windy today,” Zippy said quietly to himself. “Maybe throwing some underwear on might’ve been a smart idea.” 

Upon arriving at the outdoor market, Zippy was pleased to see that the area was only moderately crowded. He expected to not have much space to move around, so the open, breathable atmosphere was a welcome sight. “Hmmm, what should I get first?” the Koopa wondered out loud, scanning the array of booths and eventually landing on… “Peaches!”


Kamek slowed his broom and gently landed in an alley adjacent to the peach stand. “Alright, this should be an easy swipe,” said Kamek. “It’s just one basket, after all.” Peeking out from the alley, Kamek devised a plan to snatch a basket from right under the peach-selling Pianta’s big nose. “I’m sure I can just cast a stun spell on that big doofus and make away with a peach basket before anyone notices what happened. It doesn’t look like he has any customers there to stop me.” Kamek readied his wand and took a running stance.

        *KZAP!*


Just as Zippy stepped up to ask the big, blue merchant about the peaches he was selling, he heard a ZAP from the alley and saw a ball of some kind of magic fly out and hit the Pianta on his rear end.

        “YOW!” shouted the Pianta, clutching the back of his grass skirt as his eyes bulged out reflexively. The Pianta’s pained cry attracted the attention of many of the nearby market goers as Kamek bolted from the alleyway directly towards the peach stand. Zippy watched as Kamek approached the stand and reached out to grab a peach basket.

        “Somebody stop him!” a Toad shouted from the next stand over. Zippy was standing right there! And his parents didn’t name him “Zippy” for nothing; he was a very fast Koopa! Just as Kamek snatched the basket and turned around to bolt back to the alley, Zippy lunged forward with his arm fully extended, firmly gripping his target’s robe and not letting go. 


“GAH! Let me go!” Kamek cried out, drawing even more attention to the scene. A few of the peaches in the basket tumbled out onto the ground, making Kamek even angrier. He tried to get as far from Zippy as he could, but with the Koopa’s iron grip on the fabric, Kamek’s robe kept riding higher, and higher, and higher, until…


“Is that his…?”


“I can see his weenie! He’s not wearing any undies!”


“Wha--?!” Kamek exclaimed, caught off guard by the sudden crescendo of laughter around him. He felt his heart start to race as he reluctantly looked down at his lower half. Between his legs, which were still flailing for escape, Kamek saw his soft, yellow penis and balls bouncing around lewdly for the market crowd to witness. 


“That’s Kamek, isn’t it?” a voice from the crowd asked out.


“Yeah, one of Bowser’s evil cronies,” another quickly answered.


“Do all of Bowser’s minions have such small…?”

        “DON’T LOOK AT ME!!!” Kamek cried in embarrassment. No no no no! I’ve brought shame to Bowser’s name! He told me to never risk revealing my...under-endowment. “FINE! Take your stupid peaches!” Kamek backed up and sighed in relief as his robe descended to re-cover his dignity. “And take your dirty hand off of my robe!” Kamek suddenly reached his wand back and zapped Zippy, who reflexively loosened his grip and went flying backwards. Kamek dashed over to the alleyway while the nearby market goers approached Zippy to help him up. Peeking from behind the cover of the wall, Kamek noticed that something had happened to the Koopa he had just zapped.


Zippy was in a bit of a daze as he came to his senses. The other customers at the market surrounding him certainly helped with that, but what really shocked Zippy back into reality was not a sight, but a sound: the sound of his shell gliding away from him ricocheting off the surrounding buildings.


“Oh my gosh! He’s...he’s…” a female voice observed.


“He’s not wearing any underwear!” Kamek whispered in glee, watching from his hiding spot. “And it looks like he might be even smaller than me!”


Zippy had unfortunately landed flat on his back, leaving him in a rather...compromising position for all the townsfolk to gather around. Seeing all of their eyes wander down to his exposed crotch, he grabbed a hold of his tank top and pulled it desperately over his intimate parts.


“Ah, sorry!” Zippy instinctively apologized. He quickly got to his feet and felt a rush of embarrassment as he noticed all the concerned faces surrounding him, as well as all the ones that were starting to giggle. He suddenly heard his shell bouncing around far behind him and realized he’d need to chase after it if he wanted it back. “I-I-I have to go get my shell!” Zippy stammered, turning around and flashing the crowd his bright yellow butt before running off to go find it. The shoppers couldn’t help but laugh at the comical sight of Zippy’s big cheeks bouncing wildly as he ran away.


“Heh, serves you right,” Kamek cackled from behind the alley wall.


Shell, shell, shell, WHERE’S MY SHELL?! Zippy’s mind raced, refusing to stop panicking until he spotted his… “SHELL!” The running Koopa watched his shell bounce off of the fruit stands near the entrance to the market and glide out of the crowd...and towards the harbor. “Wait! STOP!” Zippy blushed after hearing whistles directed at him and his bare booty, but he couldn’t spare any time to figure out a way to cover it up. He needed that shell! 


Emerging from the market and its crowd, Zippy watched as his shell coasted for the pier. “No no no no no!” he cried out, using one hand to hide his privates with his tank top while he reached out with the other. He was starting to catch up! He was an awfully fast Koopa after all. Following closely behind it, Zippy was suddenly running towards the end of the pier. “Just a little...farther!” It was just barely within his reach, but before he knew it, Zippy had fallen into the water. Not only had Zippy failed to grab hold of his shell on the way down, but he had also failed to remember something important: he couldn’t quite swim.


“AHH!” Zippy cried out, splashing and doing whatever he could to keep himself afloat. “I’m drowning! Someone help me!” He couldn’t, however, keep it up for very long, and he started to sink under the water. Zippy’s world began to fade away, and though he was barely conscious for it, he could feel a hand pull his helpless body from the water.


“Hey...hey, you okay? Hellooooo? Oh, he’s breathing!” Zippy’s blurry vision gradually got clearer as he saw a Koopa wearing a tank top leaning over him.


“Wh-Where am I?” Zippy asked, trying to gain a sense of his surroundings.


“Oh, you’re on the pier you ran off of. I watched you run into the water after that shell o’ yours, and then you started crying for help, so I dove in and helped you out!” the kind Koopa said, smiling down at Zippy. “You kinda lost your shoes down there, though. Not much that can be done about that…” Zippy looked down at his wet socks to confirm what he was told, but this only reminded him of the problem he was still dealing with. The chilly water had quite the negative effect on his already smaller-than-average Koopa parts. He blushed seeing his shriveled, uncut, bright yellow penis over his compact, equally shriveled balls. It had to have shrunken down to less than an inch! And thanks to all the shrinking, he had a bit of extra foreskin on the tip of his little nub.

        “Is there any reason you’re just...starin’ at it?” he heard the older Koopa standing over him ask. Zippy’s eyes darted to meet the other Koopa’s, feeling embarrassed after noticing he was also staring at his tiny bits. 


“S-Stop looking!” Zippy said defensively, covering his jiggling little parts with his shaking hands and standing up.


“You don’t have to cover up down there, you know,” the other Koopa said. “There are tons of Koopas in this city who go around in just their tank tops and shoes! And one of them is yours truly.” Zippy looked down and noticed that the Koopa standing across from him wasn’t wearing anything besides his traditional tank top and green shoes. Between his legs was a healthy-sized, uncut Koopa penis and balls.


“Really?” Zippy asked in utter surprise. This type of thing would’ve never flown in his hometown! Growing up, everyone around him always made sure to have their shell on. 


“Yeah, really!” the Koopa said. Even if what he was saying was true, Zippy felt like there was a key factor keeping him from enjoying his outfit as much as the Koopa in front of him. “Ohhh...you’re worried about your size, arentcha?” 


“Wha--NO! No, of c-course...not…” Zippy tried to deflect what he was saying, but he realized that the Koopa was...totally right. Sigh, “well...yeah, that’s what I’m w-worried about…”


“There’s no need to worry about things like that! It’s just how you were born is all!” the friendly Koopa tried to comfort Zippy. “Besides, I’m sure the water just made your little turtle pull back into his shell. It probably doesn’t look as small now!”


“Hmph,” Zippy grunted, taking what the Koopa just said as a cue to lower his hands. He reluctantly dropped them to his side, revealing the little appendage that had managed to return to its original size of just over an inch long. The other Koopa’s eyes widened as he appeared to be stifling a giggle.


“There, see? You’re...a bit longer now,” the Koopa reassured Zippy. “I promise, no one’s gonna be flat-out starin’ at ya. So, are you lookin’ for a new shell now that your old one’s long gone?”


“Yeah, that would be helpful…” Zippy said bashfully, grabbing his left arm with his right and twisting his foot a little on the ground.


“Well, there’s a fella I know at the market who sells Koopa shells at a serious bargain! I think he’s set up across from the peach stand. Go over there if you’re still lookin’ to get covered up,” the Koopa advised. “But I’m tellin’ ya, no one’s gonna mind too much if you keep walkin’ around just like you are right now.”


“A-Alright, thank you for helping me out,” Zippy thanked the kind Koopa.


“It was my pleasure, little guy,” he said warmly before turning around and walking off. Watching his yellow butt stride away, Zippy blushed at his last comment. Little? He wasn’t that much taller than I was! Unless he’s talking about… Zippy didn’t want to think too much about it. Instead, he decided to head back to the market. Maybe if he acted confident and avoided making a scene out of covering himself up, he’d be able to move through the crowd undetected.


Zippy had almost made it to the entrance of the market, but needed to stop to take care of something that was bothering him. “These socks are completely ruined,” he said to himself, looking down in disappointment. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna mind if I just go without these. I’ve still got my tank top, after all.” Zippy bent over and slipped the soggy cotton off of his feet. He cringed from being at the perfect angle to catch another glimpse of his exposed elephant trunk. (Well, to be fair, it was more of a small puppy’s nose). “It’s okay, it’s okay. That Koopa’s probably been living here for a while, and he goes around without a shell too. It’s okay, you’ll be fine.” After giving himself a reassuring pep-talk, Zippy puffed out his chest, dropped his soggy socks in a nearby trash can, and entered the market once again.


At first, Zippy didn’t feel too anxious. Not that many shoppers were looking in his direction, though it was a bit uncomfortable to feel his little winky and balls jiggle out in the open as he walked ahead. It was much easier for him to feel the breeze rushing by him as it tickled his most sensitive parts. 


“Is he...where are his shoes?” Zippy heard a quiet voice to his left. This isn’t inappropriate, is it? Does Toad Town have some kind of shoe policy? He glanced down again, trying to avoid the sight of his exposed nethers as he focused on his bare feet. It was kind of weird, now that he was staring at them. The sensation of his bare, yellow feet slapping against the cobblestone made him feel...naked. Zippy quickened his pace to a power walk, not wanting to linger in one area for too long.


“Hohhh...this is...stressful,” Zippy remarked to himself, noticing lots of Yoshis, Toads, and even other Koopas stealing glances at him. More specifically, right between his chubby thighs. “Are there more shoppers here than before?” Zippy thought out loud. He realized that it was getting closer to lunchtime as he continued walking.


Kamek, meanwhile, was laying low in the alley he had initially arrived in. Thankfully for him, no one chased him back to his hiding place after the embarrassing little incident he had. “How am I gonna get these stupid peaches…?” Kamek wondered, though his brainstorming was interrupted by a face he hadn’t expected to see again. “It’s...it’s that Koopa!” Kamek quickly noticed that Zippy’s outfit was nearly the same as he had left it. “Haha, he’s just walking around like that? His Koopa maker is completely visible!” What caught Kamek by surprise was that from a distance, Zippy didn’t appear to be all that troubled; he wasn’t even bothering to cover up! “Hmm, he looks a little too comfortable like that. Maybe...” Kamek said, picking up his wand and aiming it at Zippy, “he needs to show a little more skin.”


*KZAP!*


Zippy suddenly was engulfed in a flash of bright light, making him stop in his tracks. When it went away, he could feel everyone in the area turn their eyes to him. Not only this, but he suddenly felt a bit colder. “What the--NO!!!” Zippy exclaimed, immediately noticing that his tank top, his one and only garment he had left, vanished into thin air! Where the heck did it go?! His bright yellow complexion was very hard to miss, especially now that his whole naked body was on display. Everyone stared in shock at Zippy and his exposed privates, which had visibly shrunken from the sudden chill and the overwhelming embarrassment. They had all gotten a good look at him before he had the sense to cover up; a few of them even started pointing and laughing. 


“GAH! Sorry! Again…” Zippy apologized. He quickly threw his hands over his nervous bits and scurried away from the crowd.


“AAhahahahaha! How hi-larious!” Kamek cackled to himself from the sidelines.


“Where’s that shell shop?! I’m gonna die of embarrassment if I have to go around any longer without one!” Zippy whispered frantically. He could see the peach stand over to his left, which meant… “There!” Zippy spotted the shell merchant to his right, an elderly Koopa standing in the center of a large tarp littered with shells of all colors, shapes, and sizes. Zippy ran over with his hands still buried between his legs, fearing the interaction that was about to take place.


“Umm...excuse me?” Zippy asked with a sheepish smile. “I’m...looking for a shell.” The elderly Koopa’s jaw dropped a little. He had to lean forward and lower his glasses a little to see if his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.


“Son...you’re naked,” he said flatly.


“Yes, I...I know. I need a shell. Mine kinda...fell into the ocean,” Zippy explained. 


“Yeesh, tough break,” the old Koopa sympathized. “Step over here, I’ll getcha all measured up. And don’t worry about paying today, you can just come back tomorrow. It doesn’t look like you’re holding onto a coin bag anyway.”


“Yeah, I lost that too,” Zippy said defeatedly. He stepped over to the elderly merchant, feeling embarrassed about his big, naked butt and opting to stand profile to the moving crowds in front of the tarp. “Thank you so much for your help.”


“Sure thing!” the old Koopa smiled at Zippy before bending down to grab a roll of measuring tape. “Now, arms up!”


“Arms...what?” Zippy asked fearfully. He looked to his left to see that most shoppers were going on with their daily errands, though quite a few had stopped to stare at the naked Koopa shopping for a new shell. “Arms up?”


“Yep! Can’t get any measurements if you’ve got ‘em stuffed between your legs like that,” he explained.


“Well...okay,” Zippy said, turning so his butt faced the crowd once more and lifting his arms up. He could’ve sworn he heard the old Koopa snicker at his winky and balls, now exposed to a new pair of eyes up close and personal.


“Uhhh...I’m sorry about this, but I can’t really see the tape in the shade. I need you to turn around, towards the sun,” said the old Koopa.


“Turn around? Really?” Zippy asked with a shaky, nervous voice.


“I’ll be quick,” the kneeling Koopa said, “I promise.” Zippy couldn’t believe his terrible luck. This was how it had to be? Swallowing his pride and keeping his arms raised on either side, he slowly turned and revealed his naked body to the heat of the sun. The old Koopa had knelt down in front of him, so his privates were covered for the time being, but his bright yellow skin sure did attract a lot of attention. Zippy was squinting to protect himself from the sunlight and the embarrassing shame, though he could still make out the many inhabitants of Toad Town who stopped to stare at the Koopa getting his body measured in broad daylight. He twinged a little at the feeling of the tape wrapping around each of his thighs, the old Koopa’s hands getting dangerously close to nudging his tight balls. Not even realizing that he was the only protective barrier between Zippy and the crowing crowd, the old Koopa slid over to the left to conduct the waist measurement.


“NO!” Zippy reacted, pushing his thighs together in the hope that it would be enough to maintain what little dignity he had left. The crowd gasped as his little button was revealed, impossible to miss in the bright sunlight.


“Oh my goodness!” “Is that...his penis?” “It’s puny!” “I’ve seen a lot of Koopas who’ve lost their shell, but never one with a thing that small!” Many of them started to laugh at the poor ‘little’ Koopa, and many others felt bad for him and his compromising position.


“What’s going on over there?” Kamek said from over in the alley, hearing a sudden commotion. He hopped on his broom and hovered into the air, soon seeing what everyone was reacting to. “Oh. My. Chortles. This is better than I ever thought possible! AAhahahahahahah!!!”


Zippy felt his gut wrench with embarrassment. Some of these shoppers were probably his neighbors! Toads, Koopas, and Yoshis who’d notice him on the street and remember where they first saw him: totally naked and getting measured for a shell at the busiest time of the day! His cheeks burned bright red thinking about the other Koopas who were probably comparing their size to his. He was sure that not a single one of them would be smaller than him. Zippy tried to smile and play down the situation, but the dozens of eyes watching him stand there made for too much pressure. Couldn’t this humiliation end already?!


“Alright, I’m all finished,” the old Koopa said, “you can put your hands back now.” Zippy quickly shot his hands over his intimate parts, shading them from the sunlight and any further embarrassment. The laughter continued, though it was beginning to die down, and much of the audience was starting to leave. The old Koopa grabbed a shiny, green shell from the ground and held it out to Zippy. “This one ought to fit ya. Try it on!” Zippy, trying to keep at least one hand between his legs, slipped the shell on. Finally, he was covered up! And it fit him pretty well, too! He popped his arms out the sides and sighed in relief.


“Phew, it’s over. Thank you, mister,” Zippy said, shaking the old Koopa’s hand and briskly walking away. He didn’t want to be at the market for much longer today.


“Excuse me! Mr. Koopa!” Zippy heard someone call out in his direction. Ohhhh, what now? Zippy thought, looking over to where he heard the voice coming from. It was the...peach stand Pianta? “Over here!” Zippy walked over to the site of his first embarrassing incident of the day, worried he might somehow lose his shell again. Once he was close to the stand, the Pianta circled around to the front and gave Zippy a pat on the back. “You really helped me out this morning, you know that? I want you to have a basket of peaches, on the house!”


“Really?” Zippy said, surprised that something good had come from his awfully embarrassing day. 


“Yeah, after that fiasco with you losing your shell, I thought you deserved some good luck,” said the Pianta, watching Zippy blush at the mention of his widely-seen blunder. 


“Well, thank you!” Zippy said with enthusiasm. He smiled at the Pianta and turned to start walking towards the market’s entrance, when suddenly he heard footsteps approaching quickly behind him. Wait. I recognize those steps! Zippy quickly sidestepped the sneaking attacker and grabbed him by the back of his robe.


“AGAIN?! You tried to steal these AGAIN?!” Zippy shouted at Kamek angrily. He made himself the center of the market’s attention once again, though this time, he wasn’t going to make the same mistake. Zippy snatched Kamek’s wand and had a devious idea in mind.


“Hey, give that back to me!” Kamek cried, though Zippy made sure to hold it above where the short Magikoopa couldn’t reach it.


“Yeah? Are you sure you don’t want your robe back first?” Zippy said, gripping the robe tightly and whisking it over his head and off of his body. Just as he suspected, Kamek didn’t have anything on underneath his robe. The whole market was getting another look at the Magikoopa’s tiny staff and magical orbs.


“AHH! Curse you, Koopa!!!” Kamek shouted, jumping up to try to reach his robe and staff which Zippy was continuing to taunt him with.


“I wouldn’t jump like that if I were you. Everyone’s watching it bounce around!” Zippy teased, making the surrounding crowd burst into laughter. Kamek quickly took his hat off and covered his wiggling, jiggling winky and balls.


“Just keep them! I have more at home!” Kamek said bitterly. “I’m leaving!” The Magikoopa ran back to the alley he was hiding in to grab his broom, giving the shoppers one last view of his naked bottom before he flew away on his broom without a scrap of clothing on him. Besides his wizard cap, of course.


Two small Yoshi children came up to Zippy’s feet and looked up to him with grins. “Thank you for getting rid of the bad Magikoopa, Mr. Nakey Butt!” they said together.


“Nakey Butt?!” Zippy said with a humiliated tone. “Well, at least they’re only making fun of the back side…”