Go check on your mom.

You and your mom have never really seen eye-to-eye over the years. Your sister was the younger one - which meant she was the one that got spoiled like hell. Still, you've always been able to go to her for advice, and she's always taken you seriously when you had a real problem you had to get off your chest. Though right now it's more a problem to get off Jenny's chest.

If worst comes to worst you can always shove your sister in front of her, anyway. Then she'd panic.

You make your way out of your room and over into the kitchen, where you hear your mom humming away as normal. There's no sight of your sister; presumably she's swept off to her own room. That'll probably make things a little easier. At least she won't be slutting around the place, distracting you, unless you need to call her to show just how crazy things are getting.

You move into the doorway.

Honestly? You can't say you're surprised. I mean, you are, sure, but it's not the same kind of surprise as when you saw those cheerleaders change, or your sister having clearly had something similar happen to her.

It's just resigned shock, now.

Your mom, a heavy-set woman in her late forties, is currently prancing around the kitchen. It's easy for her, of course, because from the look of things she could now easily pass for your older sister, she's svelte as a supermodel, and, just to top it all off, the yellow checkered apron she's wearing is the only thing she's wearing. Not that it's doing a great job. The weight from years of good living (not to mention carrying you and your sister) seems to have gravitated from everywhere else into her boobs. They almost defy physics; as she moves about the kitchen, tidying up her shopping, she could pass for a ballerina.

You've never seen a ballerina make those kind of moves with those on their chests, though.

Backing slowly out of the kitchen, your dick's automatic reaction meaning you take a little more time, you start making plans for getting help elsewhere - sadly for you, your mom hasn't quite finished putting everything away yet, and your hand clatters a tin to the floor. Your mom spins round to face you - it takes rather longer than it normally does for her to stop - and smiles a beatific smile at you. "Taylor! What are you doing home so early?"

"Uh, I...."

Her voice is chirpy, precise, but lighthearted; you get the feeling you've walked into an advert for breakfast cereal. You're already ready to make a break for it when she skims across the floor over to you and kisses your forehead. "Is something wrong? Did they cancel classes today?"

"No, I..."

Her finger touches your lips. "No need! Don't worry, Mom always knows what's wrong her babies." She studies your face for a moment, a look of concentration on her brow. Then, suddenly, she clicks her fingers. "That's it! Your friends were talking about how much they'd like to have sex with me again, weren't they?"

"That's not..."

She shushes you again. "There's no need to lie your mom, sweetheart. I just want what's best for you. And I think I know juuuuust what'll make you feel right as rain again!"

"Mom, I don't.... Mmmmmpf!"

An arm, much stronger than you would have thought possible that slender, reaches around your neck and pulls you closer; as she does so your mother pulls the neck of her apron down and frees one giant breast. The nipple is thick, long, and wet, and you have barely any time at all to understand what's about to happen before she pulls your mouth down onto it.

You struggle, but then a warm, creamy liquid begins to flow into your mouth, and your spasms gradually die down.

"That's it, honey. I know how to calm my little boy down."

She strokes your hair, comfortingly, as you greedily suck milk from your mother's breast. The warmth flooding into your mouth seems to exude into your whole body, a dull, contented numbness settling into your mind. Why were you trying to pull away again? It just tastes so... goood......

"Everything's alright now, baby. It's all fine."

And it is, you realise. What problems do you have? Sure, there's some madman on the loose changing people, and someone's done something to your family, but really, that's nothing to be worried about, is it? Creamy milk rushes into your mouth, and all your silly worries just wash away with it. You find your mind hazing over, tiredness creeping up on you, and happy and safe in your mother's arms you drift off.....

In your dreams you swim in a thick sea, pressing in all around you, unable to see through it. You briefly panic, thrashing, but the sea doesn't give way like water and soon you find that you're able to breathe easily. Sucking fluid into your lungs, you feel the milk outside of you and the milk inside of you slosh, and all of a sudden there is no you, just more milk, just another part of a deep, pale ocean, moving wherever the tides will take you.....