Masturbated in the shower this morning. Vigorous
stroking triggered an asthma attack. Asthma attack
prompted me to exit the shower. Exiting the shower
ended with me slipping and falling on my face.
Called my roommate for help. Roommate found
me naked on the floor, struggling to breathe. Cue
roommate retrieving my inhaler. Inhaler failed to do
the job after multiple attempts. Condition worsened.
Ambulance was called. Roommate awkwardly
helped me into my clothes. Paramedics showed
up and put me on a nebuliser. Nebuliser helped me
breathe, but little did I know the worst was yet to
come. Paramedics said I had a fever and transported
me to hospital. Hospital flagged me as a potential
Covid case. Got placed in quarantine by nurses
dressed up for Chernobyl. Got treated for my fever
and tested for the virus. Speaking of the test, never
again do I want those long ass swabs shoved down
my throat again – it was so damn deep it practically
touched my brain. Doctor conducted a thorough
checkup. I winced when said doctor pressed on my
stomach. Doctor narrowed her eyes and asked what
the colour of my poop was. I said “kinda dark but,
you know, not outer space dark”. Doctor said “hm”
before proceeding to spread my ass cheeks and jam
her lubricated finger into my anus. For the record,
that finger was thick as fuck and it happened to be
the first time ever something penetrated me down
there.
Got discharged with a laundry list of prescribed
medications and advised to self isolate until I
recieve my test results. As of today, the thought of
fapping has become nothing more than a source of
nightmare fuel, and the feeling of being finger fucked
in the b-hole is yet to disappear.
TL:DR Fapping triggered my body to self destruct.
Now I might be positive for the virus while having
a phantom finger stirring the inside of my asshole,
as well as World War 2 level flashbacks every time l
wanna bust a nut.