Horror engulfed Jake as his body pumped over and over in four sporadic rhythms. Soaking and sticky with the never-ending flow of cum, his mind became weak. He had stopped touching the monstrous beams coming out of his pelvis and struggled to claw himself away from the river, but it was too much. A painful orgasm hit him in the back of his brain and he doubled over into the river unconsciously, his four dicks still firing on overdrive.
Slowly Jake returned to conciousness, what must have been hours later. The sun had gone down, and he was cold and soaking wet. Struggling to move, and realized that he was still naked and stuck in a mud bank at the edge of the river, somewhere far from where he had first encountered it. Fighting to get off of his back, he felt a huge weight on his chest, going down to his legs. He looks down in confusion and disbelief to see massive, flaccid dicks hanging off of him, from his neck all the way partway down to his thighs. There must have been fifty or more of them! Ballsacks were hanging everywhere, adding to the massive weight on his chest. In panic Jake frantically tried to get up, but with the mud sticking all around him and the enormous weight put on him by his patch of dicks, he couldn't budge himself from the edge of the river. Jake's heart started to pound again as he realized that any movement jiggled his cornucopia of dicks and they started to get aroused. Exhausted, jake watched as his belly perked up like a porcupine and pre-cum started to dribble from the tops.
Jake began to sob and screamed "Help! Please, somebody help me! Please!! Ohh, OHH GOD!!!"