1. My Story


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster

    nobody would look after me and I realized I could even die due to this illness, which continued hitting me at full strength as the pain got worse. I entered in delirium again, as I regained some sanity, I realized I could move my arms again. I could not sit, though. Any attempt caused a sharp pain, as if my muscles would tear apart. I probed the area with my hand and felt that my pelvic bones had a soft consistency, something like rubber. I touched my genitals and discovered the swelling was gone, but I felt that testicles and penis were almost engulfed by the surrounding flesh. My scrotum, which was completely hairless became smooth, felt like a lip. It was divided in two parts, with the central part deeply buried inside my body. The swelling on the chest, however, continued increasing. I had to pee again, and since I could not move, I decided to wet the bed. As the urine jet left my body, I felt my butt getting wet. When I touched my penis to discover why, I learned that the orifice of my urethra was now located close to the base of the shaft. I was worried, in panic, but fainted again before being able to cry for help. This whole time felt like an eternity, later I discovered it was only two days, but it seemed to me to be more than a week. In the rare moments of sanity I got in panic and feared I would die. At least after some time, I guess it was in the morning of the second day, the pain in the pubic area decreased and I discovered I could move again. However, I was ...
    too tired and hungry to be able to stand up. I touched my genitals again and discovered my penis was very small and that I could no longer feel my testicles. This worried me, but I was feeling I would die, so this worry was secondary. Monday (later I discovered it was Monday) in the middle of the morning I, half in delirium, heard a cracking noise coming from my door. I was heavily in delirium, but I remember seeing my boss ordering some nurses to transport me to the laboratory in Biogen. I could hardly think straight, but I remember asking myself: &#034Why are they transporting me to the company, and not to a hospital?&#034 I regained consciousness again in a sort of hospital bed. I was still quite ill, but I was grateful for being saved. I was receiving intravenous fluids through an injection in my arm and I could feel a catheter inserted in my urethra and a tube in my throat, helping me breathe. The fever was still high and a felt some non localized pain in my guts, more like a nausea. I fainted again, this time I think I slept, before I could call someone for help. I woke up again when I was receiving some sort of sponge bath. The tube in my throat had been removed and I was breathing on my own again. I noticed something strange, however, some of the nurses were shaving my legs. I tried to ask why, but I was still too weak, I fainted again. When I woke up next morning (it was then Tuesday) I realized I was still in the bed. The catheter in my urethra had been removed. There ...
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