A restless night for Brook and a restful nightmare for Todd

At about 4:00 AM, Jason staggers into Brook's bedroom. Naked and glistening with sweat, he slides into bed with old friend's sister. His dick flops against her thigh, flaccid--Perhaps more so than it has been since he arrived in Lakeville. But it still twitches and spurts a little pre-cum as he snuggles up next to the petite teen bimbo, and after a moment's consideration he grabs her by the shoulders and starts maneuvering her down beneath the covers.

"Mm... Open up--Mmm. Good girl," he gasps, as the half-sleeping girl parts her lips and begins suckling on his cockhead. "Clean up after Mommy, huh? Mmm... G'night..."

Brook continues sucking him off for almost two hours, swallowing the occasional thick load that results. One hand slides between her legs, while the other cradles her swollen belly... But even as the psychoactive semen lulls her into a relaxed trance, a few persistent thoughts prod at her and prevent her from sleeping.

Mom's a total sex object now.

But he loves me.

Does she make his dick harder?

But he has to sneak around with her.

Maybe he likes tricking her?

But she can't worship him like I can.

Is she a bigger challenge?

But... But...

Gawd, this is the WORST thing that ever happened to ANYONE!

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone, Todd THINKS, before trying and failing to break free of the straps holding his wrists and ankles in place. It's pitch-black, my head hurts like hell, and I'm tied to a fucking hospital bed. What the FUCK is going on?

He's only been conscious for a minute or two, but the sensory deprivation is already getting to him. No light, no sounds--Except for the distant hiss of an air duct.

_Wait, is that a vent, or some kinda machine? _Todd cranes his neck, trying to get a better look around the room... And spots a blinking green light. Definitely some weird medical equipment... Shit, did I hurt myself worse than I thought?

Suddenly, a harsh sound rings out from the same direction as the light: BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"H-hello?" Todd's voice quavers, but he clears his throat and tries again: "Hello? Anybody? Please, I--"

Then the lights come on, impossibly bright, and Todd is rendered totally blind.

"Calm down, hon," a soft voice responds, closer than he expected. "Everything's going to be okay. We--"

"--Shouldn't make promises we can't keep, nurse." The second voice is on the other side, much deeper and gruffer... But with just a touch of excitement, which he's barely trying to hide. "Young man, you've suffered a very serious concussion. We may have to try some... Experimental treatments."

"Wha--For a concussion?" The boy blinks, trying to get his vision to return faster. "What are you--"

"Nurse, we've got to get his blood sugar up." Some paper rustles around near the end of Todd's bed, then there's a clunk. "See if we have any--Hmm. Actually, why don't you just grab the cart we were using for his mother's procedure? Maybe the basic kit, too, and the black bag from my office."

"Right away, Dr. Banning."

As the nurse's footsteps retreat into the distance, the doctor leans in to speak directly to Todd: "Don't worry. We'll get you fixed up, and make sure you leave our clinic a brand new person."

"Jesus Christ," Todd murmurs, before taking a deep breath. He's about to scream for help--

--But then there's a needle in his arm, and the painful brightness turns to blissful darkness.