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“Excuse me, sir. Can you point me in the direction of Fantasyland?”

“Uhh…” Your jaw goes slack as the sight of the woman’s gigantic boobs switch your brain off. Your pants tighten dramatically as your cock swells, the pressure quickly becoming uncomfortable. These men’s bellhop uniforms might look good, but they’re carefully tailored and don’t leave a lot of room in the crotch.

“Oh no…” She sighs, “You’re one of those…”

“T-those..?” You mumble, trying to ignore the frantic twitching in your pants.

“A preemie,” She replies.

“Preemie?” You echo dumbly. You’re caught in some kind of feedback loop… Every time you glance at the customer’s incredible titties, your cock twitches… And every time your cock twitches, it rubs against your satin boxers, causing a surge of pleasure, which in turn causes your cock to twitch, which in turn causes a surge of pleasure…

“A minute man. A two-pump chump,” She rolls her eyes at your uncomprehending, empty stare, “A premature ejaculator.”

“Oh…” You feel like you should deny the accusation, but stringing the argument together is too hard. Sure, no one’s ever called you a stud before or anything, but…

She shrugs, and her boobs bounce in her top. Your gaze drops magnetically back to them, and your cock begins oozing precum into your boxers.

“It’s okay,” She reassures you, “Trust me, I’m used to it.”

You nod, struggling to keep your eyes up. Your cock feels incredible, every throb is sending a shockwave of pleasure shuddering through you. You grope blindly for the handrail as another wave of pleasure rips through you, almost doubling you over, the consequence of failing to keep your eyes off her tits once again.

“Hey, are you okay?” She asks, taking a step towards you. You back up involuntarily, aware that her close proximity might be the trigger to push you over the edge. A light of understanding enters her eyes, and she gasps with horror, “You… You’re not about to cum in your pants, are you?”

You mumble some incoherent denial, but nod all the same. The damp spot in your boxers is growing, and every time your eyes fall on her tits, your cock throbs a little harder, and the damp spot gets a little bigger. The crowd ebbs and flows around your station, none of them aware of the titanic struggle occurring nearby. You can’t cum, not like this, not at work surrounded by families…

“Oh no!” She says, distress evident in her voice. She closes the distance between you, her giant breasts just inches from your chest. Her close proximity is causing your cock to throb wildly. She glances around at the crowd, her eyes concerned, as she stands up on tip-toes, leaning in even closer. You can feel the hot load of cum building up at the base of your cock, barely held in check by the force of your will. You can smell her sweet perfume, feel the heat radiating from her ample chest. The satin of your underpants is starting to cling, heightening the sensation on the head of your throbbing, twitching, helpless cock. She puts her lips up to your ear, her breasts brushing against your chest, and she asks with concern: “There’s a lot of people around. Do you think you can hold it?”

You grab your cock with your free hand and grip it, trying to stop the twitching, trying to stop the inevitable… 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” The woman backs up a step, her hands flying to her mouth in surprise. The motion pushes her breasts together, setting them rocking in her tight top. You try to keep your eyes off them, try to look at anything else, but they’re so big, so soft, so…

A stream of cum explodes into your boxers. Your hand falls to your side uselessly as you throw your head back and let out a long moan. The best orgasm of your life tears through you, with nowhere to go but into your pants. As the last spurt of cum in your balls is released, bursting through your boxers and soaking into your uniform, you lean heavily against the rail, barely able to keep from sinking to the ground in exhaustion. You lock eyes with the woman, seeing in her eyes a mixture of emotions: pity, horror, maybe a little triumph…

“So… Uh… Fantasyland?” You ask, lamely.

“Yeah…”

“Down that way, take two lefts, then past the rollercoaster.”

“Okay, thanks!” She takes another step backwards, her eyes settling on your crotch for just a second. There’s definitely something triumphant in her look. “Sorry about the mess.”

You glance down. The front of your pants look like the aftermath of a shift at Splash Mountain.