You're dependent on futa cum

You go to sleep that night in a warm bed with a belly full of futa cum. You're deeply touched by how much your family cares for you. Your belly gurgles. Very deeply.

The morning, however, brings new problems. You ache. And it's not just your belly this time. You crawl to your mother's room and bang on her door. She opens it and finds you clutching your body in pain. She screams.

"I'm calling an ambulance! You're going to be okay! Hang in there!"

At the hospital, the diagnosis is clear. Your body has had an unexpected reaction to the medication. Instead of the temporary, immune-boosting effect that was intended, your body has been permanently altered. It needs futa cum to survive. Your mother is weeping and so are your sisters, though they are also tenting their pants at the same time.

"My poor baby! Doctor, what do we do?"

The physician has just finished hooking up a feeding tube into your mouth. You eye the creamy liquid coming through it suspiciously. The tube seems to disappear under the doctor's gown.

"Sudden transformation of metabolism like this, while extremely rare, has been known to occur. Mmm. It is possible to adapt. Your son needs all his meals to be replaced with cum or cum substitutes. Ah! The three of you should be able to fulfill his dietary requirements on your own. If the strain becomes too much, you might solicit donations from your community or purchase some ersatz futa semen from the pharmacy. Yes! Cases like this make the news because they're so rare. I'm sure all the women in your son's life would be more than happy to do what they can for him."

Your mother nods.

"Thank you doctor," she gasps. The doctor gasps back.