Don't take the pills

Up to this point everything had been fun, everything had been a fantasy. But now, you see the reality of the situation. You might be puny, and weak, and lazy, but do you really want to be a plaything like your Mommy...your mother?

"I'm sorry, mom, but I can't do it. I have a whole life planned. This was fun...and I love you, but I can't be you." She looks so heartbroken, like you kicked her in the gut, but she recovers quickly drying the tears forming in her eyes and giving you the look of unconditional love you are so used to seeing.

"That's okay, my tough lil boy bear. We are going to have to give you a lot more "tutoring" to get you back to square one, but unfortunately nothing can make you forget how good getting fucked feels. I worry you will always crave it." She leads you down to the basement and her words follow with you, echoing in your head. You tell yourself it can't be true. You'll forget in time, maybe after you finally lose your "other" virginity to a girl.

The VR lesson is much more unpleasant in reverse, cacophonous, nauseating, terrifying, and so intense you feel you might have an aneurysm before it ends. Finally your mom pulls you out of it saying, "a few more days of this and you'll be right as rain." You shiver and are shaky on your feet so mom helps you to the shower. She steps in with you and every aching part of you wants to put your hands on the wall and let you pound the cum out of your ass, but instead you softly push her away.

That night your dream demons have grown larger, almost half your size and holding you down, their soft dicks slimy on your skin. You wake up screaming, but mom isn't there to coddle you. You're going to be a man now, or at least as close as you can get, and your mom can't fight your battles anymore.

The rest of the week is spent in arduous reprogramming. It doesn't do anything to stop your cravings, and if anything they've gotten stronger after going so long without release. The nightmares get worse, your demons bigger and harder until they no longer resemble you as they **** your limp, writhing form.

Finally, the final night you have a breakthrough. You are in the shower, furiously wanking your tiny cock, when after an hour, it gets half hard when you imagine Mommy surprising you and forcing you to suck her fat sissy shaft before sliding it up your...

"Whimper" your cock spits out two pitiful spurts of weak, watery seed. You feel a loss of pressure, but no ecstasy, no explosions. You dry off and wonder not for the first, and certainly not the last, whether you made the right choice.

"Oh well, at least it can only get better from here." You lie to yourself hoping it will be true someday.