My name is Daniel Driver. I'm 24 years old, and for the past year, I have been working in a pharmaceutics sales office. I've worked hard to get my position, graduating top of my class.

Today is actually my birthday, but I don't have anything planned. I just go to the office and start work for the day. I'm wearing a crisp, white, collared dress shirt, a pale yellow tie with thin silver stripes, and a greyish-tan double-breasted suit. My pants are pleated and roomy, with neat cuffs that go into a full break at my feet. I have on my favorite pair of black loafers, with black dress socks.

After being in the office for about an hour, I noticed my shoes were a little scuffed up. I have a few minutes of free time, so take a shoe shine kit out of my desk and shine them up until they look brand new. I place them on the ground, but before I put them back on I hear someone.

"Hey Danny!" Cameron calls from behind me. I nervously turn around to see him and Gio. Cameron is wearing a dark blue suit with a silver tie, and Gio is wearing a black one with a red paisley tie. They both have their hands in their pockets as they grin at me. "Heard it was your birthday today!" Cameron says, "What are you doing to celebrate?"

"Oh... nothing, really." I say, "I just came to work."

"Aw come on! It's your birthday!" Gio says. "Why not make it a day to remember!" He laughs.

"Well, I mean..." I start to say, but they cut me off.

"Look at this guy!" Gio says to Cameron, pointing at my freshly-polished shoes. "He's got time to polish his shoes, but not to celebrate his birthday."

I blush at that. "W-well, I just had a bit of time that's all..." I smile nervously and fix my glasses.

"Well, I'm sure you will find some way to make today unforgettable." Cameron gives me a snarky smile and then looks at Gio. They both laugh before walking away. I sigh and go to put on my shoes and get back to work. I slip my feet back into my loafers.

SQUISH.

Huh?

Something is in my shoes!

Did I step in water or something? No... there are no puddles here. I look down at my shoes and a bit of horror wells up in me. My loafers have been filled with what seems to be cake! The frosting has been smashed into my socks. It squeezes out from any opening it can find, and there's frosting and pieces of cake all over the floor. Splatters of frosting and cream have gotten over the cuffs of my suit pants.

"What the..." I whisper.

"Oh hey Danny, looks like you found the surprise." Cameron, Gio, and some of the other men in the office look over at me. "It's your birthday after all! Who doesn't love a surprise?" They all laugh and I start to feel small.

I look down at my messy shoes and feel the cake in my socks. Heaps of cake and frosting are creeping out the lips of my shoes and up my socks and pants. I let out a little whine and look back at the other men.

"M-my shoes....! Y-you guys, come on!" I cry out pathetically.

"Come on Danny, it's all in good fun!" Gio smiles and walks up to me, playfully nudging me with his elbow. "And hey, at least you can enjoy your birthday cake now!"

"I...I..." I look away unable to say anything. They're always playing pranks like this on me, and I can never do anything in response. I start to walk away back to my cubicle. My shoes squish and squelch with every step. It feels so gross and sticky, and my favorite loafers are starting to get ruined. I'm leaving footprints of frosting on the carpet as I walk.

"Ahw jeeze..." I say to myself. Looks like I'm gonna have to go through the whole workday with these messy loafers. This is so embarrassing...I'm not sure what to do, but I need to figure something out. In the meantime, I should go back to work. Before I sit back down in my chair, I look at my shoes. They're gloopy and messy, and I've left a trail of footprints behind me. All the guys are still laughing at me too. Oh well, it's not completely hopeless at least. I can probably get this all cleaned off at some point, but I sit back in my chair for now.

SPLAT.

Huh? What was that? The seat of my suit pants feels sticky and slippery on my seat. I look down and my eyes go wide. I see a splattering of pink cake frosting that has gotten all over my inner thighs. I sat on a cake...!

I start to blush profusely. The other guys are looking at me, and they can see the frosting under me. I'm trying to figure out what to do. How did they even put a cake there...? They start laughing again.

"What, you thought we only got you one slice of cake? We splurged for your birthday, Danny!" Gio taunts from his cubicle. Gio is there and they both start to clap. The other men join in too, and the humiliation starts to wash over me in full.
My ass is stuck to the chair, or perhaps I'm just too scared to stand? Eventually, I pull myself up and out of the chair. I look behind me and see a big, pink imprint of my butt sitting on the seat. My hands are shaking as I touch my ass to check the damage. I feel all the sticky sweet frosting and cake completely covering my ass, the substance seeping into my suit pants. The back of my jacket has also gotten some frosting on it, no doubt staining it greatly.

"Hahahaha!" Gio and Cameron laugh. "Dude, that's the most hilarious thing we've ever seen!" Gio smiles at me. I blush deeply, looking at my messy butt and the frosting on the seat. I'm practically on the verge of tears, still in shock at what is happening to me. My face is red as a beet, and my ruined shoes squish around as I try to keep my balance.

"G-guys, c'mon!" I cry out. "This is enough! Please, can't you stop?"

"Hahaha, why should we?" Cameron laughs. "This is your birthday, isn't it?" I hear some of them taking photos.

"Please, can we just get back to work, please?" I beg. I feel a pressure building up in my pants, and I lean over to hide it. My mind is going hazy from the devastating humiliation, that is somehow starting to mix with a hint of pleasure.

"Nah, you're gonna have to give us something else first, Danny," Cameron says. "Give us a show! Show us your dirty cake ass!"

"W-what?!" I gasp.

"Come on!" Gio negs. "Let's get a good look at it!"

I whimper and slowly turn around. I do as they say and present my ass.

SPLAT.

Cameron smooshed something against my butt, and I freeze. I look back and see he pressed a whole other cake right onto it. It was a vanilla cake with vanilla frosting. I feel it sliding and slopping down onto my pants and then the ground.

"You guys, seriously!?" I cry.

They're all laughing rancorously at my birthday humiliation. I reach back and peel the plate the cake was on off my ass, and I feel the structure of the cake fall apart. It lands on the ground of my cubicle with a wet thunk.

"Now your shoes match your ass!" Cameron teases. Tears are streaming down my face as I start to panic. Oh god, this is awful! I look down at the massive mess, and then I tense up. I realize that if Mr. Biggs sees what a mess my cubicle is, I'll be in huge trouble!

"Better clean that up fast, Birthday Boy!" Cameron taunts. "Don't want to upset the boss, now do you?"

"You guys are jerks! And I can't clean up all this mess alone!" I yell back.

"Oh no, don't expect us to help you." As they continue to watch.

"Ah...ahhhh jeeze...." I look down at the mess, realizing I have no choice. I start picking up the clumps of cake and look around for a waste bin. I don't see one. "S-shit!" I exclaim. I look around for any alternative, but I can only think of one. I gulp and swallow what little is left of my shattered pride. I start stuffing the cake into my pockets.

"Aww, the birthday boy is taking home a little something for later." Cameron sneers.

I try to ignore him as I fill my pockets with cream, frosting, and cake. My suit jacket is puffed out, and I can feel the frosting seeping into the lining. I'm not sure how much more my pockets can hold.

"Hey Danny, looks like you need some help with your pockets." Cameron walks up to me.

"Ah, y-yeah..." I mutter, not looking at him.

"I've got a few more things you can stick in there." Cameron says, holding a cake in each hand.

"No...no! Come on, don't do that, please!" I say.

"Well, it's the least we can do, Danny. You know, we don't want you getting in trouble for being a messy little boy."

"N-no, please...!" I cry, but before I can say anything else, Cameron shoves the cakes in my jacket pockets. The two cakes are squished and squeezed in, and it is so uncomfortable. He then presses his palm against my chest, and a wave of frosting and cake squelches out. It starts to plaster against my yellow tie and shirt, and some drips over the lapels and onto my jacket. "Agh!" I whine, and Cameron grins at me. "Aw jeeze..." I whimper, "I'm gonna get so much trouble..."

"You're not out of hiding places yet!" Gio says, holding another cake. "I know at least one more spot you can hide this." He points to my groin.

"W-what!?" I whimper.

"Hide it down there. Nobody would think you'd do that!" He says handing me the cake.

"B-but, I can't, my suit will be ruined!" I beg.

"You can't ruin it any more than it already is." Cameron says. "Besides, I think you're enjoying your little birthday surprise." He gives me a wicked grin, and I realize he's not wrong.

"Ahh jeeze..." I blush. I'm rock hard, and it's visible in my suit pants. The front is poking out and tenting.

"Haha, the birthday boy likes being a mess!" Gio laughs. "Now hurry up, don't wanna get caught do we?" I can't argue. I know they won't stop. So, I open up my suit jacket and slip the cake into the front of my pants.

SPLAT.

It splatters against my pelvis and starts sliding down and pooling around my cock. My eyes go wide as I feel it all sliding down, and I realize what a bad idea that was.

"Aw jeeze, oh jeeze, oh no!" I whine. "W-why did I do that?! A-and I was so close to being done...!"

"It's not over yet," Cameron says cryptically. I slowly turn around and see a large sheet cake with the words "Happy Birthday, Pig Boy" written on it. I'm frozen in place, the shock and pleasure locking me down. I already know what's going to happen next.

"N-noooooo....! W-waiiiitt-" I squeal. But it's too late.

SPLAT.

The large cake is smashed all over me. I whimper and blush, and the rest of the men are howling with laughter. As the entire cake slides off my body, I stumble. My glasses are covered in cake, I can't see a thing, but I feel my suit and shoes completely coated. My pockets are heavy, all the cake I stuffed in there in vain oozing out. My ass is dripping with gooey cake, and frosting and cream are smeared over my tie and shirt. My groin is completely soaked and sticky with cream and frosting, and the cake in my suit has leaked through the fabric. Clumps of cake slide down my pant legs and onto my shoes. I'm a mess, and the worst part is, I'm enjoying it.

"Aww jeeze, hahaha!" Gio laughs, "Look at the pig boy now!" As they all laugh, I can't hold it back anymore. I grip onto the side of my cubicle as I feel my body double over in pleasure.

"AHHH!!!" I shout. I shoot into my pants, and it feels like an explosion. All the cream and frosting from inside is mixed with it, and my cock erupts. I pant for a few minutes as I try to gather myself and start wiping the cake from my glasses. Once I get them clean I look up and my heart skips a beat.

Oh god, it's Mr. Biggs, standing right in front of me!

"Mr. Biggs..." I say weakly.

"Daniel." He says calmly. "Care to explain?"

"I-I uh..."

"It's his birthday," Cameron interjects. Mr. Biggs shoots him a glare and he shuts up. Everyone quiets down, and most people go back to work.

"Daniel." Mr. Biggs continues. "Did you think you would get away with making a mess at work?"

"N-no sir." I say.

"And on top of that, you..." He looks my my semi-erect tent.

I gulp.

"We come here to work, Mr. Driver. Not act like an animal in a rut." He looks me up and down.
"Y-yes, sir, Mr. Biggs."

"Go straight downstairs. My assistant will hose you off." He walks away, leaving me in my mess.

"Y-yes sir."

My face is beet red and tears stream down my cheeks as I rush downstairs and head to the back of the building. Milo, Mr. Biggs's assistant, is there with a hose.

"Ah, Danny. Mr. Biggs told me to hose you down." He says looking at my sorry state. Milo almost takes a step back from me, as if he was afraid I'd get him dirty too. He is wearing a pristine brown suit with a purple tie.

"I-I'm sorry, Milo, I'm a real mess..." I whimper.

"Well, at least it looks like you had a good time. Certainly sounded like it..." No doubt referring to my moans. I blush.

"O-oh, that wasn't what you think..." I try to explain, but he just continues.

"It's no matter." He lifts the hose. "These things happen here. Best to just clean up and move on."

"Y-yeah..." He turns the hose on me. It's a lukewarm spray as the blasting water starts to wash away my shame. The cold water makes me shiver and shudder. It runs over my head, down my face and body, and splatters down onto the ground. Milo moves the hose back and forth over my body, cleaning me off. I turn around and he gets the back of me too. Once it's all done I'm soaked. Most of the cake has washed off, but my suit still has streaks and stains. More likely than not, this suit is beyond saving.

Milo starts putting the hose away. "Oh, uh. Happy birthday, Daniel." He says.

"T-thanks, Milo..." I reply.

"Well, get back to work. You have a lot of filing to catch up on."

"R-right." I say, squelching back to the office.

I guess Cameron and Gio were right, this will be a day I will never forget.