Surviving a day at work never meant this before.

After arriving late for work, somehow not getting chewed out by Barbara, and starting what would hopefully be a quiet and unaroused day, we find Maximus a few hours in, sitting at his cubicle desk.

Glancing around the office, Maximus checked for threats and saw a clear path to the door. Apparently even the slightest hint of arousal would cause him to start leaking a little, especially since his balls weren't just bigger, but also constantly prepping for launch. After only an hour of work he was getting worried, and wondering if he'd have to go "pick up lunch" for a chance to unload. Certainly, sitting comfortably required a wider stance than he'd ever needed before.

Standing up and grabbing his backpack, he walked quickly towards the door, a soft sloshing from the mostly full condom halfway down his leg urging him on.

He again thanked whatever gods had Nancy calling off today, and Barbara avoiding him. He hadn't seen Mari at all, so that was another boon. The less potential arousal sources he encountered the better.

After a successful escape from the secure room, a clever avoidance of attention in the hall due to feigned water fountain usage, and a final turn just as someone exited the restroom to avoid more, his mission's goal was realized as he pulled down his pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. Silently congratulating himself, he opened one of the smaller pockets on his backpack and removed his current box of condoms, along with a large empty pickle jar. Glancing at the half-hard tube of flesh he'd ended up strapping to his leg with a repurposed velcro strap earlier, he pondered how best to approach safe removal of what appeared to be a dangerously stretched condom.

Over the jar? No, over the toilet, with the jar on the back of it ready to receive a deposit. Maybe hang his pants over the stall wall? Nah, someone would ask questions.

Surprisingly enough, he was able to slide the bulging condom over the flare of his cockhead, prevent it from spilling most of the precum, and place it in the pickle jar. A brief application of jar lid and the wet wipes he'd also brought along, and he had a jar half full of condom and precum in his backpack, a clean toilet seat, and was happily pissing in the bowl.

Ahh, relief.

Also, another hour of work before the next trip, hopefully. Only 6 more restroom breaks to go, maybe a few more if Barbara appe...shut up Shut Up SHUT UP.

After about a 3 minutes of focused meditation on the least arousing things he could imagine, his dick was back under the half hard threshold.
Applying another condom, strapping things down again, and donning his backpack, he headed back to his cubicle feeling optimistic.

An hour later, when he went to check for watchers, he saw Barbara swaying her way towards his cubicle. Her proportions seemed even more exaggerated today, and his dick sprang to full mast in seconds. It was almost like he was witnessing fantasy Barb approach her prey, as his cock was in those imaginings. If he wasn't careful, he'd have some serious cleaning and/or or explaining to do.

"Maximus", said Barbara, speaking in a throaty voice closer to the sexy purr her fantasy version used than was safe. "We need to talk about yesterday." Her gaze didn't even flicker towards his face, focused squarely on his groin he entire time.

Carefully NOT turning around, he instead turned his head away from the applications he was definitely checking. Yep, definitely not looking at his face. Not that he was at hers, for long. Fuck but those tits were huge. His cock pulsed, stretching the condom a bit more.

"Um, I need to finish this quick, and I was about to use the restroom...." he trailed off, hoping she'd give him the chance to swap condoms.
"I'm sure you do, if yesterday is any indication. How the hell did you hide that thing all these years? And why do the toilets still work at all? The plumbing should be totally clogged by you alone."

He just stared at her. Was she seriously talking about this where anyone in the office near enough could hear? "Uhh...I was hoping you'd forget?"

"No one forgets having some of their wettest dreams made real."

"I let everyone else leave early while you were in the restroom last time, so the room is empty. I want to see that cock again, and this time I'm drinking from the source, assuming you aren't an idiot. Take your pants off."

What the...fuck?