Your world is a porno [Initially Unaware]

Your eyes feel like lead as you crack them open from a particularly deep slumber. You gaze at your alarm clock and sigh internally, you woke up thirty minutes earlier than you needed to. You can't go fall asleep again, but in an alternate timeline you're still dating Powergirl in a dream. You give yourself a minute to prepare mentally before you toss aside the blanket and get up. You yawn and waddle to the bathroom, pulling up your boxers a bit.

The sound of your golden shower cascading into the toilet bowl does a little to rouse you, but you're really woken up when you pull aside the shower curtain and happen to notice a thirteen inch pink dildo has replaced your shower head.

You lick your lips in anticipation as you toss off your clothes and step in the stall. Your fingers can't even wrap all the way around it as you jerk the girthy shaft. After a few pumps it releases a synthetic cum that works as both body wash and shampoo. You lather your body with it, stopping to jerk the dildo whenever its output slows down. A couple of minutes later you step out of the bathroom absolutely reeking of sex. Not bothering to put on clothes you go to your kitchen.

"Ah shit" the old radio your parents gave you for your nineteenth birthday is acting up again. You twist some knobs, turn it off and on again and finally give it a good smack before it starts working again. The current channel is a talk show, the smooth voiced hostess is interviewing a hentai artist. You leave it on out of slight curiosity. You fix up breakfast and slide into a chair; as you get fully engrossed in the artist's recounting of how they got into the industry, a knocking comes from your front door.