Other than the obvious, no!

The next hour and a half was not kind to Wolfram. His attention was split between taking down the teacher's notes that he scribbled on the whiteboard and his over-sized package. His cock demanded attention, throbbing hot and hard against his chest, the slit pointing straight up from below his chin like the barrel of a gun. Even as ragingly hard as it was, it wasn't long enough to peek above the collar of his shirt, though he swore that someone standing above him could see everything.

That wasn't his only problem. While his cock liked staying hard for long stretches of time, his balls would keep churning out cum the whole time, and they did not stay idle during this class. Every few minutes, he felt another twinge as they tested the fabric wraps keeping them corralled. Twice, he had to change his writing position because he found that his cum tanks had bloated up enough that he was accidentally rubbing them while he wrote. The deep itch he felt after adjusting himself told him that his balls were enjoying the attention a little too much.

But, given his- ahem- prior experience, he was handling it all quite well. It wasn't easy tearing his attention back to the lesson, but the situation remained under his control. He didn't see a ‘burst dam’ scenario during the class and, in the unlikely scenario that it might happen, he had the faith he could see himself to the bathroom to let it blow over in relative safety. Or, at very least, to the nearby janitor's closet where he could unload in peace.

As the professor finished up the lesson and reminded his students of the coursework due in two days, Wolfram scrambled to shove everything back into his bag, then hurried out of his seat and out the door, his improperly-restrained package sloshing in front of him the whole way down. Pursing his lips, he hoped the other students around him weren't paying attention to him in particular and that he was blending in, just being another six-and-a-half-foot-tall, muscular-yet-somehow-fat face in the crowd.

He followed the crowd of students out of the classroom and down the hallway, desperately keeping his mind away from his bloated balls and diamond dick. Something, anything--

“Oof!” A student stumbled back and into him. Well, he stumbled into Wolfram's front more than anything. “Ah, sorry man, I...” the student pushed himself back up, but looked down at where his hand lay. Wolfram followed the student's gaze to where his hand landed on his body.

Just above his bloated balls, right on top of his pulsing, erect dick.

The student looked up at him with confusion in his eyes. “I-Is that--”

Wolfram pulled the student's hand away. “Yep! That's the product of a successful workout routine and years of work! I might be able to help you put a plan together, if you'd to have a body like mine!”

“But that didn't feel like--”

“Oh, believe me, there's a lot of things that feel different when you're buff. Don't take my word for it! But, uh, later. 'Cause I gotta see someone really soon. Later!”

“But--!”

Wolfram took off running. “The field-house! Someone can help you there.” He definitely could have handled that better. He waded forward through the crowd, more cautious than ever about anyone else that could fumble into him but unable to solely focus on that. His attention was now split between the crowd and what he just felt- of someone else's hand, even unknowingly, against his cock. He tried everything to clear his mind but his thoughts could not help but keep returning to the sensation of someone else's hands on his dick. Exploring his length, circling its girth, testing its heft, slowly finding its way up to--

An especially harsh gurgle broke this thoughts as his body produced another cup of thick semen. Dammit, this was getting dangerous. Wolfram hurried around a few students and rushed through the last set of doors outside. Feeling the cold outside air brush over his skin, he broke out into a jog, well aware of what something like this morning's sprint would do to him in this worsened state.

He retraced the morning's run, entered his dorm building, then made his way to his dorm room. Thankfully, his dorm mates had classes and so wouldn't likely wouldn't be around to find him in the shower. He was used to having to be careful. Lord knows what might happen if someone finds out!

Just as Wolfram fished the keys out of his pocket, he rounded the corner and saw someone sitting on the floor in front of his room, scrolling on his phone. The fellow student looked up at him.

“Oh hey,” Wolfram began...