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Daily Free-Write June 1, 2022: Workplace Stress
🕑 Added 2022-06-02 07:26:09 +0000 UTC"Ungh... Oh no! Not again!” Harry had done it. Once again, he had come in his pants. Harry winced as he felt the wetness in his underwear looking down he saw a spot on the front of his pants. “Why did I have to wear light pants today? “
“Mr. styles! How are you enjoying your new office?“ Ask Terry‘s boss, Mr. Daily. Harry scrambled to cover up the spot on the front of his pants, Blushing as he stammered, "Oh it’s really nice, thank you. I am just trying to keep up with all the new responsibilities."
“Don’t worry, son," said Mr. Daily. "You’ll get the hang of it soon enough. You know my door's always open if you need any help."
Harry nodded and thanked his boss, thinking in his head, like that will ever happen.
Harry didn’t want to come off as incompetent, and he knew that if he went to someone else for help, they might think he couldn’t do his job. He would do this. He could do this.
But what would he do about his sudden frequent involuntary orgasms? Harry made his way to the bathroom and grabbed several paper towels to stuff down the front of his underwear. This will do for now, he thought.
Harry went back to his desk and sat down to work. He was doing well until lunch, when he got up and walked toward the break area. That's when he stumbled and had another sudden orgasm, squirting the paper towels in his pants. Unfortunately, the come dripped down his thighs, missing the paper towels completely.
"Oh no," he whispered to himself, already embarrassed at the spasmodic way he had orgasmed in the middle of the office. Several heads began to turn his way and he had to make like he had stubbed his toe so that nobody would know what actually happened. Harry looked down in horror as he already saw the outline of witness running down his leg. Faint, but still there. So much for lunch; He had to get to the bathroom again!
“Hold up there, buddy boy,” said Harry’s best friend Jerry Jeremy as Harry rushed toward the side exit of the office area. "Are you OK?"
"Yes, I mean no, I mean I’m fine," said Harry.
"No you’re not," said Jeremy, grabbing Harry by the arms. "You’ve run to the bathroom like five times today. What’s going on?"
Then, Jeremy saw the wet stains on the crotch and thighs of Harry's pants. "Oh my gosh! Are you...?"
Jeremy didn’t have a chance to finish the question, because Harry broke away and ran to the restroom. There, he went into a stall and cried. Minutes later, Harry heard a knock on the stall door and Jeremy‘s voice.
“Buddy, it’s all right. Listen, they give these out for free in the women’s bathroom. I grabbed you one. Nobody has to know what happened. I’ll cover for you if you need me to. Just come back when you’re all cleaned up.
Harry looked down to see Jeremy's hand offering a plastic packet underneath the stall door. He reached forward to take it.
"I'll leave you to it then," came the voice, and the retreating sound of footsteps told Harry he was alone again.
He opened up the package and his eyes widen as he realized what it was. A maxi pad. At first, Harry was incredulous, but then he realized that it might be the best solution he had available to him. Nobody has to know, echoed Jeremy's voice in his head.
So much for all the paper towels, Harry thought, taking out the still mostly dry towels and crumpling them up. He blushed as he unfolded the maxi pad and fixed it to his underwear. It was so embarrassing, but when he pulled his pants back up he felt more secure. However, the thick feeling of the maxi pad over his bits could not be ignored. He definitely noticed it there as he shuffled over to the sink to wash his hands up. Harry's pants were at least already drying and he used the directional hand dryer to dry them some more, nearly getting caught as his boss walked into the restroom.
“You OK there, sonny? Did you have a little spill?" asked Mr. Daily.
Harry jumped in surprise. Luckily, his boss had come up with an excuse before Harry had to and he went with that.
“Oh. Oh yeah. I spilled. Yeah, that’s it.“
Mr. Daily gave Harry a questioning look, raising an eyebrow. “You know, the stress of a new position can do funny things. You know you can talk to me about anything. Whatever problems you may be having, we’ve all been there. None of us started in the positions we are in. Just know my door's always open.“
Harry nodded, blushing and looking down at the ground. He mumbled a , "Thanks sir," before excusing himself and scooting out of the restroom.
Comments
Hmm, I suppose I should go into that in the next free-write. I'd say pleasure yes, but complete embarrassment too!
Should I make a cum incontinence hypno?
None ya
Curious, does he also get the pleasure from those frequent orgasms. If he does I'm sure he will quite love life as a sissy baby. I'm much the same way I make cummies in my pants with very little attention. Daddy says I need diapers just from them.
Joseph
Hilarious! Can’t say I haven’t thought about this happening to me!
