Preston rushed to wipe the cum off his hands and penis, before pulling up his pants, grabbing some spare toilet paper and leaving the restroom. As he walked through the lobby to the elevator he sees Malcolm laughing about something with Gordon at the security desk. Trying to push whatever they might be discussing to the back of his mind he kept walking and entered the elevator.
Preston's heart was racing, trying to think of a way out of his predicament. He couldn't just keep ejaculating all day. He pulled out the label again and pondered his options. Maybe if he was flaccid he could more easily squeeze his dick out of the ring. Or maybe the flaccid orgasms wouldn't be as impactful and he could act casual when they occurred.
He was starting to get desperate and knew he didn't have much time as the elevator started ascending. Thankfully no one else was in there with him. He pulled his cock out and quickly rubbed the double sided vertical arrow symbol until it glowed. Then he uttered the command word.
"Soft"
Unfortunately another ignored warning the shopkeeper had given Preston was that once used, the Erectile Function was permanent...and the command words were reversed.
Preston saw the rune go out, and felt his tiny penis immediately begin to grow to a full erect 2 inches.
"What? No!' He rubbed the rune vigorously trying to get it to glow again, "I said soft! Soft! Come on-uuuuhhuugh"
His rock hard erection fired a wad of cum onto the elevator buttons. He panicked and scrambled to put his cock way and wipe away the evidence. Unfortunately his clumsy fingers pushed a few extra buttons while mopping up his spunk delaying him even further.
When the elevator finally reached the correct floor Preston realized his erection hadn't abated. But there was no time to try fix it now. He walked quickly between the cubicles to Mr Cumming's door. His micropenis was still uncomfortably rock hard and with every step the tip of his dick rubbed against the fabric of his underwear. He finally made it to his boss's office and steeled himself to enter, dreading what Mr Cummings was about to say.