Not that great- he got a wardrobe malfunction before he can get to his class.

Books: unceremoniously dropped into his backpack. Clothes: struggled to be slipped on. Breakfast: a few granola bars, to be eaten during class and make everyone upset at him. Everything seemed, hopefully, to be in order.

Wolfram ran out of his dorm room, barely remembering to lock the door before he got too far away. He hurried down the steps and out onto the campus, struggling to fight against his unruly package the whole way. Every turn seemed to necessitate an adjustment of his clothes, every step gave a worrying creak from underneath his clothes.

He grit his teeth and shoved his fears aside. Wrapping himself up like this had only failed him... what, fifteen times in his life? Testing the waters like this shouldn't be an issue. At least, it shouldn't become an issue on the run to his classes. After the anxiety-filled minute-run down the sidewalks of campus, where everyone thankfully got out of his way, he finally entered the sciences building and let the doors close behind him.

snap

The brief sound heralded a world of trouble. Some piece of the cloth beneath his balls slipped away, and he felt his handiwork begin to unravel. In a panic, Wolfram abandoned any thought of getting to class on time, making a snap decision and heading down a nearby hallway. He slammed the door into the bathrooms and slipped into one of the stalls, just in time for his entire assembly to fall apart before his eyes.

Perhaps he could have had a hope of salvaging this situation, were he more careful. Perhaps he might have been able to even go through the classes without drawing suspicion. Whatever the possibilities were, they disappeared the moment he shut the door behind himself.

snap. snap snap popsnapsnap strrrch

The cloth seemed to completely give in all at once, all but disintegrating into a pile of shreds in his pants and under his shirt. His balls tumbled free from his shirt, slapping hard against his thighs and threatening to reach his knees. His cock followed a second later, landing on top of them hard enough to sting before lolling into its usual place between them.

Wolfram sucked in air through his teeth.

“God... dammit.”

There went his big plan to keep things hidden under his shirt. Maybe he could call a friend and get him to bring him a replacement, but... no, they might raise too many questions. Perhaps there was something in his backpack he could scavenge? No, he cleaned that out recently. Trying to fit things in his pants was a non-starter, they weren't tailored for someone as unrealistically endowed as he was.

Wolfram kept trying all the futile ideas that kept springing to mind, discarding each of them. “Think!” he mumbled to himself, “there's got to be something I can do!”

His gaze landed on his swollen balls, each packed with jizz.

He sighed as he reached down. Well, he could at least take care of one problem.