Distraught with desperation, John took the cheerleading uniform and ran to the nearest bathroom to change in. It was only a few feet from the office, so he was sure no one else got a good enough look at his predicament. He rounded the white tile wall and peeked quickly to see if anyone else was there. It was clear. He tiptoed to an open stall, checking under each one he passed for sneakers.
He pulled on the uniform quickly. ‘No point in avoiding it now’, he thought. It was as he feared, too small. The top looked more like a bralette over his smooth chest and, suddenly, very sensitive nipples.
He smoothed out the front of the skirt. No bulge was visible, at least from John’s point of view. He looked at the back and noticed his buttcheeks hung out below the hem of the skirt, surely to reveal his soft, pink secret to anyone looking for it.
He became very aroused at the idea of other people looking up his skirt. He felt the leaking sensation of precum. He lifted up the front of the uniform’s skirt to assess the damage.
A darker pink spot had formed right where the head of John’s pathetic 1-incher was, and had a trail leading down to the gusset of the panties. The sight made him want to cum on the spot, a milkier drop forming already. ‘Maybe constantly leaking precum wasn’t the best idea, for right now anyway. Maybe I can stuff a little toilet paper down there, just to get through the day.’
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