IS that the problem?

Maximus let out a heavy breath of relief as he made it into a thankfully empty restroom without anyone seeing him from the front. His pants were straining by this point, clearly his boner had reached full size, and he had to figure out a solution.

As he entered one of the toilet stalls and closed the door, he was seriously contemplating masturbation, something he had never done at work...yet at least.

Pulling down his slacks and boxers, he reached for his cock, but stopped as he realized that it...wasn't hard. Hell, it was almost soft. Soft, but...much bigger than his normal soft. The damn thing must be nearly as big as his full erection usually was, but thicker and resting on balls that had grown to match it and more.

He pinched the side of this huge dick attached to his groin, thinking he was asleep or something, worried he'd missed his alarm somehow.

Fuck, that hurt.

So, NOT asleep.

What the fuck was going on?

Pulling out his phone, he took a picture of his newly big flaccid cock, sending it to his cloud drive - if he was losing his mind, at least he'd have fantasy material for later.
And in that vein, time to see what this thing could do...and maybe it'd get smaller if he came. He wasn't sure how he'd explain a huge bulge that hadn't been there last week to his co-workers...claiming he'd wet himself and stuffed paper towels in his pants? That was almost worse than them thinking he had a hard-on.

Having never masturbated at work or in a toilet stall before, it took Maximus much longer than usual to get fully erect. Well, that, and this monster probably took 4 times as much blood.

Fuckin thing had to be a foot long, and almost as wide as his wrist. He could barely get his hand around it, and quickly took another picture with his phone, before resting it atop the toilet paper dispenser. Returning to the task at hand (heh heh), he found that the arousal brought on by one of his fantasies becoming real had him ready to erupt in almost his usual time.
He'd entered the zone now, and was unaware that his breath was coming in grunts as his hand moved faster and faster, his recently expanded balls drawing up as they readied a load.

Closing his eyes, he imagined that he had fantasy Barbara bent over her office desk, huge ass raised, as he gripped her hips and thrust his huge cock into her pussy.

Graaahhhhh!, he grunted gutturally, his load surging up and out.

"Take my load Barb", he groaned, hearing her gasp of pleasure as she orgasmed, triggered by his massive rod and it's massive load of cum.

A low gurgling/glorping noise from his load dripping off the stall door brought him back to his senses, and he started berating himself internally. "Fuck, now I'll have to clean that up, there's no way I'll be done before Barbara gets pissed...how long have I been in here, anyway?

Dropping his cock and opening his eyes as he turned for his phone, he froze as he saw Barbara trying to wipe his cum off her face and chest, half-**** on what must be a liter of the stuff. That hadn't been the stall door gurgling, he thought absently, as her eyes were wiped clean and a bottomless rage mixed with some other emotions...maybe...lust? glared out at him.