A New Job

After an eventful few years of college, I'm finally home in suburban New York. **** for a job, I searched high and low, but the best I could find was a job as a cashier at a Dip'N Donut off the interstate.

When Mrs Kelly, the general manager took one look at me, she knew she _had _to hire me. She knew she didn't need any more cashiers; the joint was struggling to pay the bills. But she also knew a hot young stud like myself behind the register would inspire unquestionable loyalty among her clientele.

The Dip'N Donut uniform is simple; black slacks, a white and pink polo shirt, and a pink visor.

I walked in on my first day already dressed in my uniform. The uniform had been ordered for me already by Mrs Kelly and sent to my home, the first thing I'd noticed this morning was that the polo was a size too small. The shirt clung tightly to my body and barely reached the waistband of my pants without me tugging it down. The next thing I noticed was a similar issue with the slacks. Mrs Kelly had once again sent over a size too small, the black fabric was almost skintight and to make matters worse the crotch was almost impossibly tight for a man of my... size. My penis isn't just large when hard so just to get them on I had to tuck my penis down one of my pants legs and my balls tucked into the other. It took mighty effort just to button them, and they rode my tighty-whities up my ass and crotch relentlessly.