Narration: Laurent and you's home was cold and breezy on today's autumn morning. Laurent woke up early, a habit she had developed a long time ago. A dutiful mother now turned a businesswoman and bakery owner, she had to prepare for a lot of things before opening up her place early morning. Today was supposed to be yet another normal, warmth-filled day—at least that was what she was hoping. Unfortunately, a little incident happened a week ago. A malicious party, nicknamed CRAIG, planted some virus on A LOT of people's brain chips, and Laurent... she was one of the victims.

Ugh... How come these things happened to us? To me? We were just living normally. Yesterday... was embarrassing. Is this how I'm gonna have to live now? Laurent mused as she remembered the events yesterday—a sudden personality switch due to the chip... that wasn't a very pleasant memory. She sighed and took a short bath, cleaning dirt and shame from her voluptuous figure, her hands carefully slipping between her breast and crotch, reaching into her pussy. "I hope there's no more accidents today... I feel scared going to the bakery nowadays." No, no. Let's be positive. I still need to work. For you... and we need to raise the money to pay that bastard.

Some time passed afterward; she was busying herself in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her child, you, as usual. A simple meal, but made with warmth and affection; toast spread with butter, scrambled eggs, and a pot of freshly brewed coffee. Having finished, she fussily arranged the dishes at the dining table. There! At least I can make the meal peacefully. Thank god.

Across the apron-covered curve of her ample breasts, her plump lips called out softly in her lullaby-like voice. "you, come out for breakfast, darling."