It began with a fateful morning

Robert woke up with a start as his alarm clock rang. His body was stiff. His pelvis slightly sore. Last night's fapping session had taken a lot of out of him, and it showed from the pain he felt on almost all of the muscles on his right side. He got up to silence his clock, starting off his routine for getting himself ready for a new, dreary Wednesday morning. Within 20 minutes, he was showered, fed, and dressed in his three room apartment. There were a lot of things to do today so he busied himself on the first task despite how out of it he was feeling.

He turned on his laptop at the dining table and was immediately taken aback. The familiar windows and programs he had were all there, but the icons were all structured differently, mimicking innuendoes and even had tiny icons of naked women on them. He quickly opened his web browser and found his Google homepage had changed, the 'O's replaced with a pair of animated tits. He checked his email, quickly finding that he had a large number of them coming with all sort of dirty images and iconography. He was especially shocked by one that had the full contact address of a person he didn't know, and a full body pic of some extremely hot half naked lady at its preface, nicely labeled '30 year old slut craving your spunk in her pussy'. In practiced motions, he moved them all to his spam folder, worrying for his computer's net security and wondering how on Earth they got past his filters. Even though he had gotten rid of the emails, the image of that particular one was burnt into his mind, inducing an instantaneous hard on that he only realized he had gotten when he got up from his computer chair.

Sensing something strange was going on, he turned on his TV. He was immediately taken aback by the sight of the news broadcaster's huge round melons that threatened to burst out of her blouse, and then the weather girl's extremely short dress that did nothing to reveal her very exposed cunny to the world. After a few minutes of gawking at the screen from his couch, the morning news ended and he was blown away by the logo of a famous porn publishing company flying into view. Right there on national TV, a hardcore porn flick sent loud moans and grunts resonating all around his apartment. He quickly muted the sound so that he would not alert his neighbors. Even as he tried to rationalize what was going on around him, his eyes were glued to the sight of the prominent pornstar bouncing up and down on a large black cock from a close up POV, sending his own heavily straining against the tent in his jeans.