Primed for a life of sex

"Nnnh..."

With a weary sigh, you slowly open your eyes while tasting the dryness in your mouth. You smack your lips while taking in the sight of... some kind of hospital room? So somebody carried you to a hospital bed all right, you even had one of those cheap hospital blankets on you -- and with a glance at your shoulder, you also confirm that you're wearing a hospital gown. Were you in an accident? No... the last thing you remember was the nurse, stabbing you with a needle...

Right, right... so your mother drove you to a hospital and had you sedated, but why?

Clack

Your attention is drawn to your side, where a small machine began vibrating. The thing looks kind of like a scale... but instead of having weights on both sides, it had... empty milk bottles attached on each side? There was also something dripping into the bottles now that you look closer, a frothy white liquid? Well duh, milk. Whatever. You lean back and continue recovering... every muscle was unpleasantly weary and tired. It's a few minutes later, while the machine continued humming, that you began feeling an uncomfortable suction on your nipples. You look down, only to see that your blanket showed a significant bulge where your breasts were supposed to be. The hell?

You push the cover aside instantly, only to see that your breasts had nearly doubled in size! Grotesque blue veins ran along the surface of each tit, and tiny suction cups were attached to each nipple! What's worse, you suddenly saw another splatter of white liquid escaping your nipple, getting sucked into the suction cup, and rapidly being transferred through a tube... and into the milk bottles! You were lactating!? And why were your breasts so much bigger!? What did they do to you while you were passed out!?

Oh crap, are you... with a tight grip on the blanket, you push it further out of the way and struggle to look beyond your new tits and at your belly -- an immediate sigh of relief escapes your soft lips. Your tummy was still flat. There's no baby in there. Something else must've caused your new milk problem.

Right! Shouldn't there be some kind of patient sheet attached to the bed if you are in a hospital? You lean over to the side and trace your flat hand along the metal beams of the bed-frame until your fingers touch the cold surface of the medical sheet you sought! Let's see...

Patient X has been subjected to...
Breast implants to enlarge cup size to a modest 32G...
Preemptive doses of morphine to counter back-pain caused by new breast size...

Large doses of an Estrogen treatment to stimulate mammary glands and induce production of milk...
Breast feeding device continually attached at maximum setting to encourage self-sustained milk production...

Multiple electrolysis treatments to permanently remove hair growth in the pubic area, armpits and legs...

Buttocks augmentation for a curvier appearance...
Labia augmentation for a younger and healthier appearance in the genital region...

Wow. What!? No way. What?! They've been busy as heck while you were down under. It was difficult to even understand half of the stuff that's written there, but you try to make sense of it all. Huge milky tits and a bigger butt, okay. A hairless cunt, and... 'Labia augmentation'? You push the blanket further down, pull up your gown, and spread your legs slightly, only to see what they had done to you! The previously tiny, subtle folds of your vag were now much larger, and puffier - proper cock pillows. You gingerly move your hand down to your crotch and flick an index finger against the fleshy lips, only to watch them jiggle in response. You'd laugh, if it weren't for the strong discomfort from the suction cups on your new breasts...

Just outside the small hospital room you can hear two women talking, and you quickly recognize one of them to be your mother. "Many thanks once again, Kerri. This is going to be lots and lots of fun!" -- "No problem at all, Jay-jay! It's just like back in the good old days in college," you can hear another woman say. "Sorority sisters stick together! ...having fun is just a neat little extra reward!" the woman chuckles, and soon both of them giggle in pure glee while walking off. So your mom pulled some strings to make all this happen.

Your only comfort right now, and probably the only reason why you're still sane, was the knowledge that your body was still only temporary. After a brief pause, you continue reading the last few lines.

Reconstruction of tendons in both feet to allow for significantly easier movement while wearing high-heels...
Expected side results of all procedures include severe mood swings caused by an Estrogen imbalance, and neglect-able loss of muscle tissue. Due to hyper-stimulation of the mammary glands, patient will continue lactating until menopause. Patient has been registered for rehab, it's not advised to attempt movement without wearing a minimum of five inch heels.

Well this seals it, you've got to get out of here! Change out of your hospital clothes and into something less eye-catching, and then go back to your initial plan of finding a hotel for a day or two. You can't possibly allow any of these things to become a reality for you!

It's only then that you notice another line of text scribbled underneath the rest and written in bold, cursive letters.

Patient subjected to artificial insemination: Success!

Wait, WHAT?? You instantly bend forward again to inspect your vag -- the lips of your cunt were puffy pillows all right, but there was no semen anywhere! You gingerly begin wriggling a digit between the folds and immediately feel something wet surrounding your finger! No!! You withdraw your finger and instead use two of your digits to spread your labia open, only to have a steady trail of white fluid running wetly out of your virginal pussy to form a small puddle under your crotch. How dare she! She ruined it all! Your amplified hormones get the better of you and you start crying right then and there, salty droplets running down your cheeks while you're still struggling to comprehend everything.

What can you even do now? Alert the nurses about how your mother isn't acting in your best interest? Sneak out of the hospital on your own? Or just give up and accept that she's won?