And applies her ointment at work!

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No sooner do I get what I want does the sheer magnitude of what I’ve done sink in... and the unfortunate reality.

I still can’t cum. But my new Friend has grown in size and is now easily 6 inches long while flaccid. But another strange side effect is developing. It has started, for lack of a better term... leaking. Pre-cum. There’s no doubt about this one - it’s definitely pre cum. No question in my mind that my first male orgasm is imminent but so far it’s like my body doesn’t know how. Instead, there is a new and bizzare production of semen that oozes out every now and then, especially during my... ‘Genital massages’.

Not long to go, I’m sure of it.... just keep consistent.

Tuesday. A safe day, she had the office to herself. The lab tecs were out and she was alone with the door locked, justifiably so - she was working on a new product that had a strict privacy policy added to it, a sort of temporary suggestive thinking formula. Intended to help people focus on single tasks, but in reality it was an easy to apply, temporary and far less potent mind control **** that CyB wanted to provide ‘for increased focus at work’. In the wrong hands it was awfully dangerous stuff.

Connie had just set the computer to analyse her latest setup of the formula, when she felt a slight buzz. The timer for her cock lotion was going off. Double checking the rota and knowing Sandra was in a meeting for 2 more hours, she decided to apply it there and then.

0 risk, she thought. Not due to the fact that it was truly 0 risk, more because she was beginning to crave the treatment and didn’t want to delay by going all the way home.

Keeping her lab coat on but pulling her trousers down to her knees, her now average sized member toppled out. Still completely lifeless, it was a shame to admit. But a very good shape, it was a perfectly beautiful penis she smugly thought. And big tight balls to boot. She’d taken to jiggling it about in front of her mirror at home, dancing with it slapping her thighs. She hadn’t yet fallen in love with having a dick so she was consciously trying to have more ‘fun’ with it while it was there. It wasn’t really working but she did get a weird pleasure out of seeing it bounce along with her body, kind of like a lava lamp.

Rubbing the lotion on to her cock again and feeling the familiar loss of control take over, Connie allowed herself to enjoy the sensation knowing it would not end how she’d like, with an eruption of pleasure. It was like having a really nice bath, but realizing you had to go out after. Great but disappointing at the same time. She knew she was unlikely to ejaculate properly, not for a few more days according to her latest statistical predictions.

Her hands felt wet. The now typical discharge of spunk was making them slick, lubing up her wang as the lotion was absorbed and furthering her ability to keep tugging away. A nice relaxing destresser... or so she thought. Unexpectedly at the 40 or so minute mark there was a noise Connie recognised as someone opened the lab door!

“ONE MOMENT!” Connie Cried “Er, WHO IS IT? THIS IS A CLOSED LAB!”

She quickly dragged her trousers up, aware how flush she looked and painfully squeezing her ladycock over the hem of the fabric. Grabbing a nearby lab roll she covered her bag, shoving the lotion container in to her belongings without much care. Looking up she saw a familiar face - Terri, one of the site managers and another one who’s name she didn’t know but who’s face she recognised.

“Connie... can we buy you lunch?”

Terri was lovely. She wasn’t a regular in the lab, but she was responsible for procurement and assigning jobs to Connies team. They worked together quite a lot at a distance, with Connie providing feedback on projects and Terri taking that information to try and get increased budgets - often successfully. She did not usually come on to site, so Connie was worried when she saw her. Her worries drained away, however, when they sat her down and asked if she wanted a minor promotion to manage her team.

But first... an explanation was necessary. During small talk the managers were looking at the drenched Connie, hair stuck to her soaked forehead, out of breath and wrapped up in multiple layers. She realised that it warranted an explanation and had spent several minutes explaining her workout at work scheme... completely off the top of her head. She couldn’t tell if it was a good lie or just an obvious bullshit attempt but she rambled on for what felt like longer than necessary.

“So you do exercises in your lab while waiting for the analysis machines to complete?”

“Yes, 200 squats and 150 star jumps today. Helps the mind relax by doing something physical during a long shift, you know? The extra layers help me sweat it out better and I shower when I get home.. I, uh... I only do in on days where the computer has long process to complete, as I can’t leave the lab during... so may as well do something productive, you know..?”

She felt a bead of sweat running down her forehead and worse still, a unfortunate dampness in her gooch. She knew she had large pit stains showing through her hoodie. She was lying out her ass, but the funny thing seemd to be that she was sure she was getting away with it.

“You have been doing long hours... and your work has been excellent as of late, that enhancement formula your team completed last month was simply astounding work...”

Terri and her managerial friend were both looking impressed, in fact he took a moment to ponder what she’d said.

“Connie, there’s shower facilities in the managers suite. I’m going to look in to getting your clearance upgraded so you can use it. I like these ideas - would you be happy so start doing your routine with other staff members?”

Connie was stunned. She was just... kind of promoted, right out of the blue. Managerial access wasn’t a laughing matter, she’d get all sorts of benefits if she were upgraded. All she could do is make eye contact and nod, resulting in a wide smile on his and Terri’s Faces. She was sure she felt a flutter in her trousers as she realized what this meant for her career.

“Great!”

He offered his right hand to shake, and so did Terri, before saying a few last goodbyes and departing. Connie stood there with a suddent exhaustion wafting over her and rested her hand against her cheek while processing the stressful encounter... when she heard a playful voice chirp up...

“What have you been eating?”

It was Sandra. She looked like she was in a good mood and was carrying a cafeteria tray, ready for lunch. Must be the break in her meeting.

“What?”

“Cake or something messy?”

Sandra pointed at Connies left hand which was lightly brushing her cheek. Connie Took a look at it herself and tried her hardest to hold in a gasp! Caked on the outer part of her hand was a thick white liquid. There was no doubt what it was in her mind, although a bystander wouldn’t have any idea - Connie had a gob of precum on her hand, out in the open for the world to see! After the sudden interruption by the managers she clearly wasn’t able to clean herself properly!

“Uh.... I had an iced finger bun before... from home! I made them.”

The panic was obvious, obvious enough that Sandra gave her a quizzical look. they were close, Connie knew she’d easily see through any deeper lies. But luckily the globule did look like icing.

“You made it! Ooh, let me try...!”

Sandra reached out, clearly intending to scoop the icing off and give it a taste!