Rather limited supplies of semen.

You position on the lavatory to masturbate, but

you begin to ejaculate unbelievably. Following numerous secretions you engage in
stress. Your digits are slick and reek of cum. You hectically thrust your member
inside a jumble of fecal cloth, but that only irritates your testicles. The
ejaculate increases. 180 seconds pass. You fail to cease your spray of sperm. Your
washrooms tiles are coated in a small slab of child creation. You attempt to spray
into the shower hole but it clogs up rather quickly. You attempt the lavatory. The
semen possesses high mass. You fortify the washroom entrance to cease the sperm
from freedom. The oxygen increases in temperature due to semen. The ejaculate
increases. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep,
almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to
cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like
raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle
to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a
bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height.
To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you
of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum
accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their
bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with
viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. You plead to God to end
your suffering. The cum accelerates. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it
begins to leak out of your asshole instead. You let go. The force of the cum tears
your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. Your
body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. You smash through the
wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see
your house is completely white. Your neighbor calls the cops. The cum accelerates.
As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops
pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes,
blinding them. The cum accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The
SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your
body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your testicles have now grown into a
substitute brain. The cum accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now
destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. You break the sound barrier.
The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum
sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the
earth. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the
atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly
past. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. The cum
accelerates. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of
semen. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.” You are stuck in space forever,
stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of cumshots.
Eventually, you stop thinking.