Make a run for it

You're gonna have to run there stark naked. Well not fully naked, you guess you can afford to at least have a shirt. You hope to god that people are too busy staring at the TV or dealing with their own transformations to notice a streaker with several forearm-sized dicks swinging about.

The nearest hospital is a mile away. Shouldn't take more than ten minutes, even with this added 'baggage'. You head to the first floor of your apartment building and brace yourself.

You take a good look both ways before straying out the front door, making sure there's nobody present. Your previos notion about people being glued to their TV's seems at least half true. At the moment there's nobody else outside.

You start off with a jogging pace eastwards, where the hospital is. Quickly you notice the flaw in your plan: your penises keeps jiggling and rubbing up against one another. And they feel even more sensitive than your first two. Not even twenty meters in yet and you can't help but blow a load.

Sophie: "Nooo! No, bad dick!"

A few cars pass by, slowing down to get a double take of whatever they think you are. Nobody stops to ask for help. Not like you'd accept a ride from anybody in this state, though.

You try to keep your thoughts focused on the location of the hospital. This is no help: your crotch seems to have a mind of its own. That would at least explain why they seemingly don't need blood or semen to function and can't get flaccid.

Another forceful spurt flies out in a wide arch. It seems that life is just out to get you today: you slip and fall on this spunk puddle. And just like that, you decide to eject yourself a good three or four more times.

Sophie: "Oh no I can feel it happening again..."

Four large, rigid flesh poles shamelessly protrude out from your groin. This has at least given credibility to your theory on what conditions the growths happen. But now you're already having trouble getting up.

Sophie: "Grr! Stupid dicks! I don't wanna cum anymore, you hear?"

You reach out to grab a stone from the ground, and bash one of your penises with it. This doesn't help one bit: not only is your penis rigid enough to break the rock, it's also sensitive enough that this seems to have constituted for a hand-job. You cum again.

Your orgasmic writhing causes you to drag several of your dicks along the ground, causing an ejaculation in each, and repeating the process. A few seconds later you grow 8 new ones. They've already spread over most of your lower torso. Some of them almost start from your navel.

What's more troubling is that they're now so tihgly-packed with nerve endings that even the slightest movement will incite a new orgasm. There's no hope for you anymore. In a few seconds more you have 32 penises. The next second, 64. The second after that, 128. Now your entire body is covered in them. 256: New penises can only grow on the inside of your body, including your heart and lugns. You suffocate.

ENDING 11 -Succumb to Sausages-