His mom, Monica

"Adam, it's time to get up you're going to be late for school." His mom calls from behind the closed door. "Adam?" She calls again opening the door and sticking her head in. "How many times have I told you not to just leave your clothes laying about?" Monica says as she opens the door completely to pick up the clothes and toss them in the hamper. "Sweety, are you still sick?" She asks reaching to feel Adams forehead. "Oh, baby, you're burning up. Do you want me to stay home with you?" No, Adam thinks, but before he can say anything he blurts out. "Yes, please, Mommy? Could you please stay and take care of me? I know the past few times I said you could just go to work, but I always feel better faster when you're here to look after me." Shit, why the fuck did I say that? How am I supposed to think of a way to hide the fact that I shrunk four inches, when she's around? "Awww, Sweety," Monica says, her hands pressed to her chest. "Mommy thought you were growing too big to want her to take care of you, but I guess you'll always be my little man." She leans over to kiss Adams forehead, her breast pressing against his chest makes his thick cock twitch beneath his leg. "I'll be back in a minute I just need to see your sister off, call your school, and call into work okay, baby?" "Okay, Mommy I'll miss you." Monica chuckles slightly as she closes the door. Adam gets our of bed to reread the list of side effects trying to figure out why he kept saying shit he didn't want to say, after a moment he sees verbal diarrhea, and uncontrollable thoughts and actions. "Oh, fuck," Adam mutters "I hope it stops soon." As he crawls back under his blanket, retucking his cock. "And I hope this goes down soon." He says looking at the thick base of his dick, veins running noticably along it's length.