But sir.

"But sir, we don't have any more", the register attendant said to him.

Maximus could tell she wanted to ask what he wanted with more than the 40 or 50 boxes he had already placed on the counter.

"We don't keep stock of those in back, no one ever needs this man....y". She broke off, blushing a bit as she realized what she was implying, and glanced again at the massive bulge running down the leg of his sweatpants.

Just his luck that the cashier would have huge boobs. And he couldn't see her lower body beyond the counter, but the flare top he did indicated some wide hips as well. Fuck. Now he'd have to waddle out to his car, but at least he could hide behind the shopping cart.

The cashier, clearly still thinking this was a crude prank, went back to the badly hidden glaring she'd been doing, as she continued counting the boxes of various condom brands. She clearly thought he wasn't going to actually pay for all of these, but she had to go through the motions at least.

"That will be $475.47", she said, clearly expecting him to expose his fake dick or run out of the place without paying. She actually started reaching for the phone to probably call the police.

"Thanks", he said, sliding his card into the chip reader and going through the touchscreen menu.
She clearly hadn't expected him to take it this far, and peered suspiciously at the screen in front of her for a moment, before a shocked look appeared briefly. She hurriedly handed him his purchases, and stared after him as he left the store.

"I'm going to have to order these online in bulk or something", he thought to himself.

Waddling as predicted out to his car, he ignored the shocked triple take a few other patrons gave his groin when passing him. That one was almost worthy of MILF status...and were those her nipples getting erect? Fuck, now it was getting hard again. Tossing the bags into his car, he avoided sitting on his massive nuts again, adjusted things for comfort and drove home.

After stashing the condom hoard in one of the dresser drawers he wasn't using, he washed his newly damp groin again, opened a condom box, and struggled to fit the condom over the massive head of his cock. "Maybe special order or something? these can't be the biggest available..."

Several hours of testing later, he determined that most of these condoms would last about 30 minutes of leakage at full arousal, and require disposal and replacement at that point or make a mess.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, although he was going to need to sneak them out of work or something. Unless Barb wanted lunch? No, no, he needed his old backpack. And some waterproof bags or containers.

Damnit, he didn't work with Barb, he worked with Barbara, and she was NOT a cum-hungry slut who constantly offered him blowjobs. Although she'd clearly been eating it last night...

Other results were that none of these condoms could hold his load. He'd actually ejaculated into one over the bathtub/shower, and the damn thing had burst 3 spurts into a 21-shot salute to fantasy Barb.

Either he needed custom condoms, or someone willing to risk his insane volume somehow not getting them pregnant. Or he'd have to pull out.

He didn't even notice the perspective change - a day ago the thought of actually having sex would barely have occurred to him, since no one but Nancy was even interested.