Published: June 7th 2022, 8:14:33 am
Harry couldn't wait to get home that day. He soaked through his maxi pad as he was working and didn't even realize it, so distracted was he by the near disasters he had experienced in the bathroom that day. It wasn't until he stood up to leave that he felt the heaviness sagging in the front of his undies.
"Oh, sh-"
He quickly covered his mouth and sat back down. This was not good. Harry leaned back from his seat to look out at the office and he saw that the office was still bustling. His room had a big glass wall with a door in it, which meant no privacy.
He gripped his desk and stared into the wood grain as another convulsion hit him, along with a wave of spin-tingling pleasure, and a feeling of warm wetness covering his crotch. He would just have to wait it out. Yeah, that was it. He'd leave when it got a little more quiet.
An hour later, Mr. Daily walked in.
"Heyyy, Harry! How's my newest future executive doing? Working hard or hardly working? Haha."
Harry managed a weak laugh, but his heart was hammering in his chest. His thoughts went something like, does he know? Can he see the bulge in my pants? He can smell me, can't he? I can smell me, so he must be able to smell my pissy pads. I just know it. I'm going to be fired. I'm going to be laughed out of the office. I-"
"Sayyy, Harry, you look a little tense there," said the boss, squeezing his shoulder. "You need to go downstairs for a massage tomorrow."
Another wave of uncontrollable pleasure. Harry bit his lip as he felt his pelvic floor spasm once more.
"S-sure thing, Mr. Daily," squeaked Harry, fidgeting more and more the longer his boss stood there. It was all he could to prevent himself from crying out in ecstasy. Mr. Daily looked him in the eye a minute, then backed off."Don't you stay too late now, son. That's an order! They're gonna be locking up the office soon so I want you out of here in the next ten minutes, or else."
Harry just nodded, and only exhaled when Mr. Daily was fully out the door.
Ten minutes? That was like a countdown to his doom. He squeezed his legs together and felt the wet squelch of a waterlogged pad there. Then he saw the beginnings of wet spots around the sides of the pad and he knew it was time to go.
"It's now or never," he whispered to himself, when Kathi the office manager walked by. He ducked out of there like Neo in the Matrix, running the backway to the side exit which would take him to the hall by the bathroom. He made it out into the hall and found himself in front of the bathrooms which were also by the stairs. He hesitated. Would he go into the bathroom to take off the soaky pad, or would he hustle out the side stairs before anyone saw him and hurry to the safety of his own car?
Author's note: What will happen next? Little Waddlers, Explorers and Junior Captains will have a chance to decide!