Well, at least his mom is happy.

"Ssshhh, sweetie, don't worry," Monica cooed, caressing Adam's hair, "mommy's got you. I'm so glad we could become closer."

Way closer than Adam had ever imagined. Or wanted. Sure, his mom was hot, but she was his mom! And now he had turned her into his girlcum-****... Wait. The pills. The addictive cum. Adam's heart sank. This was decidedly not what he had wanted. Sitting up, he felt greater weight on his chest. Looking down, he saw they had grown to approximately the size of his fist. Adam felt like crying - this wasn't what he had wanted. Feeling the drying juices on his snatch and thighs didn't exactly help matters.

"Listen, mom, I... I'll take a shower. Can you..." Before he could finish, Adam choked up and the tears began to flow. Monica reacted immediately reacted and pulled his head to her soft chest, stroking his head and making soft, reassuring noises. The floodgates opened and Adam began bawling his eyes out, hugging his mother tightly, face burrowed in her breasts. This whole situation was too much for him. Uncontrollable lust, unwanted changes to his body, sex with his own mother, the apparent properties of his juices...

After a few minutes, Adam calmed down a bit, small sobs replacing his wailing. His mother lightly caressed his head and back, cooing to him.

"Listen, dear, I don't know how this happened or what is going on with your body, but I know one thing: I will always love and support you. Things have changed a lot, but this fact never will."

Sniffling, Adam looked up a her and said with a tiny voice: "Thanks, mom. I... I love you too."

Smiling lovingly, Monica placed a soft kiss on his forehead. They kept sitting in their embrace until Adam had stopped crying.

"Okay, all better now?"

Adam nodded hesitantly. He felt better, yes, but it was still a lot to deal with. At least his mother was accepting, even though this was likely in part due to the effects of his juices.

"Alright, then hop in the shower. Trust me, you'll want to get cleaned up. I'll put some clothes for you in front of the bathroom and heat up the carbonara until you're done."

"Thanks, mom. And... thanks for not freaking out."

"I would never freak out at you over something like this, sweetie. Now hurry along and get cleaned up."

Adam did just that. He thanked any god that could hear him that the shower did not set of his libido. But the day did hold one more surprise in store...