While Ben was showering, Matt the condom sat still filled to the brim with cum on the bed. It was bliss, his one purpose, he was just a condom, nothing more. As the shower turned on Matt’s dog, Rufus, came sniffing into the room. Rufus jumped onto the bed looking directly at Matt.
“Shoo, get out of here!” Matt exclaimed, trying to get his dog to leave him. Rufus gave a sideways look before picking up Matt in his teeth and running out of the room.
“Ben! Help!” He cried to no avail as the noise of the shower was to much. Rufus ran down the stairs into the backyard, looking at Matt strangely. In the middle of the backyard Rufus began tugging at the condom, stretching it even more. Already filled with cum Matt couldn’t take the strain on his body, and after a few seconds popped spectacularly. Rufus yipped and ran inside while Matt the ripped condom layed torn on the grass with Bens fluids smeared over the ground.
Days passed as he lay there unthinking, other wild animals picked at the torn plastic, and even moving it farther away fro, his home. Seasons passed as Matt layed ripped, but when the rain came he was swept into the sewers by the torrent. Matt layed for hundreds of years in the sewer, picked apart by rats. Soon the tunnels were covered up leaving him alone in the abandoned sewer. To this day, Matt was no more, just a used condom, to be forgotten.