Don't try to escape

Content warning: this chapter contains non-graphic descriptions of surgery, mentions of suicide, and is also generally very depressive

Escape seems like a downright absurd idea in your current situation. Even if you were able to wrest yourself free from the hyper-constraining cock ring that's been fastened with twelve high-pressure pneumatic valves, you couldn't possibly move around with a penis the size of a city block between your legs. The only feasible way for you to ever walk again is for Dr. Coitus to surgically free you, and unless there are exacerbating factors, that should happen first thing tomorrow morning.

Therefore, in order to escape, you only have to wait.

Then it occurs to you however, that if you fall asleep, you might get morning wood, or worse yet, a wet dream. Wisely, you relay these concerns to the night guard, who is more than glad to supply you with copious amounts of caffeine.

The night goes slowly, and your eyes droop down despite imbiding a gallon of coffee. You decide to request a horror movie to keep you awake. This works at first, but at 4AM, not even the threat of the Babadook can keep you awake. You and the night guards make an arrangement for you to take short naps and then have the guards awaken you after five minutes, so that you won't receive REM-sleep. This continues until 6:30AM when your surgery is scheduled.

The surgery is performed while conscious, using local anesthesia. You are strapped to a vertical table so your legs won't fail. Overall the whole experience is incredibly uncomfortable and awful, but thankfully Dr. Coitus is capable of fully excising your penis. The extra organ itself remained invulnerable, but surgeons were able to cut cleanly around it.

After having your crotch stitched back together, you had to be confined in a wheelchair. You are informed that physical therapy will begin in a few days to hopefully rehabilitate you. Now being homeless, you have to stay at a rehabilitation center for the foreseeable future.

A few days later however, something much more concerning than physical therapy begins. There are reports of a repeat case similar to yours, happening in India. A young woman sprouted an enormous cock that crushed a considerable chunk of the slum she lived in. The following day there's a third case in Brasil. The next day in Nigeria and Maryland. Panic starts to rear its head.

Before you know it, there are dozens of futa cocksplosion events happening all over the world on a daily basis. Large scale public service announcements urge citizens to not masturbate if they spontaneously grow a penis, and seek immediate medical help. This is ineffective - women who abstain from touching their futa cocks quickly become so aroused that they cum involuntarily. Hundreds of futafications happen daily, many of which lead the affected individuals to commit suicide before progressing to the feared city-block destruction stage. Fundamentalist groups claim this all as proof of the promiscuity of women, and labels the catastrophes as God's punishment.

Dr. Coitus leads an international emergency board of surgeons trained to deal with this most unlikely epidemic. People evacuate to the countryside from large cities. Eventually even men start to be afflicted, spontaneously growing an extra penis. Airplanes and ships fall into disuse as human crews become unfeasible. Entire regions are covered in city-sized walls of flesh still attached to the rotting corpses of their previous owners.

Civilization crumbles, as the only flag remaining in full mast is the collective hyper erection of humanity.

Soon you remain one of the sole survivors, having stolen a boat and sailed out to the sea alone after the epidemic hit critical mass. You, one of the few people on Earth who are immune to the curse, having already experienced it, are the only person who could safely sail on a boat.

For over a month, you remain at sea, sustaining yourself on canned food and fish, listening for other survivors on the short wave radio. One November morning when your last known connection, a man from Alaska who was immune due to being castrated, no longer replies, you decide to shoot yourself in the head.

While you would never bear witness to it, the infections ended immediately after.

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