Fight it!

Forcing yourself to stay conscious, you manage to fight the darkness you're being dragged into.

However, you quickly start to question if it was worth it, as a second syringe is pulled out, filled with a strange blue, glowing liquid. You soon realise this isn't going into the tubing; this is going into you face.

As the needle closes in on you, you lose all will to remain awake, immediately embracing unconsciousness.

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Jumping awake, your head collides with something soft, but firm, and you hear a startled cry.

Looking up, you see that you've just buried your face deep into your mother's bust.

Wearing her dress suit, she is frozen stiff, unsure how to react to the shock.

Fortunately, you work out what to do first, with a little mental push, you make her follow along.

Wrapping her arms around you, she squeezes your head against her chest, lovingly.

"Are you ok?" She asks, seeming genuinely concerned.

Your reply is muffled by her breasts; but she takes it as a good sign, releasing you from her headlock.

"Breakfast's on the table, dear." She tells you, adjusting her bra through her shirt, before she heads downstairs.