A lifeline calls you.

You stumble out of your bedroom barely able to concentrate on where your phone is. Your cock is still dripping cum, your body quivering. It is rubbing your prostate and squirming inside of you. You can’t even imagine how or why it feels so good and terrifying at the same time. “It’s going to kill me. I know it.” Finally you find your phone but you don’t even know who to call for help. You can’t call your friends, it’s to weird, not the hospital, how would you explain, and you have no idea the name of the store.

You flop on the couch and just lean back, panting. Suddenly the phone rings. You grab it and push the button. The voice sounds young and feminine, “Hi, this is customer service, just following up on your purchase of a few items and was checking in to see how you are doing.”

You don’t really even think about your answer, you blurt out, “Ya actually I need a hand I think. A double headed dildo crawled up my ass and I can’t get it out. Oh, fuck, why is there so much cum?”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” She then calls back to someone else, “Yup, he got the anal worm. Ya, better get a tech, I’ll ask.” She returns to the line asking, “Okay sir, I understand. You are going to need a tech. Would you prefer a male or female to attend to removing the parasite?”

“Parasite.” Makes more sense than a living dildo. “I guess, a…”