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  She straddled him, her thighs spread on either side of his waist. She seemed even bigger now, growing ever larger to him as he continued to shrink.

  "Sorry," she said with a smirk, "but you won't be going anywhere tonight. I bet your poor little girlfriend will be just heartbroken when you miss your date."

  He gulped, trying to hide any trace of guilt from his face.

  "Girlfriend? Darling, I don't what you're talking about."

  He tried to sit up, but Susan draped herself across him and held him down easily, letting her cleavage dangle just above his face.

  "Don't lie to Mama," she said, pouting seductively. "I'm not the simple little housewife you thought I was. I have powers you couldn't begin to understand."

  The tickling was getting worse and worse, and Susan seemed to be getting larger above him. He reached up, trying to push her off, but she grabbed his skinny wrists and held them down, above his head. Her breasts were mere inches from his face, and he could feel the heat rising off her skin.

  "You see," she said, "all this time, I've been keeping a little secret from you. I actually come from a long line of powerful witches."

  Todd looked up at her, not believing his ears.

  "Witches?"

  "Yeah," she said. "Sorry I never mentioned it, but if a witch wants to lead a normal life it's usually best for her to keep quiet about her past. The other witches all told me that you mortal men were no good, but I wouldn't listen."

  She sighed.

  "Unfortunately, it turned out that they were right. You mortal men really are scum. I wanted to come up with a fun and creative way to punish you, so I asked the other girls in my old coven for suggestions. I wanted something that would totally emasculate you, something that would leave you small and powerless and frustrated for years, while I got to watch you squirm."

  Todd felt himself getting even smaller now, as Susan kept getting larger above him. She was the size of a house now, her hands like the scoops of a crane as she lifted him off the bed. His clothes fell away beneath him, leaving him small, naked and pink in the palms of her hands. She held him easily now, her arms showing no sign of strain as she shifted him to one hand and used the other to slip off her panties.

  "So," she said, "when one of the girls suggested turning you into my daughter, I thought it was an absolutely brilliant idea. I'm going to raise you as a girl, Todd. And I'm going to dress you up in the prettiest pink little dresses, with ribbons in your hair! Doesn't that sound fun?"

  Todd was a tiny lump now, a wriggling mass in Susan's hand. With a huge effort, he managed to choke out a few last words with his little squeak of a voice.

  "No... Susan, please!"

  She giggled as she lifted him up against her pussy and slowly began to feed him in, feet first.

  "What's that, baby? You want to be a grown up again? Well, that's up to you. If you're a very good little girl, maybe someday I might let you grow up."

  Todd's feet disappeared between her warm lips and he felt himself being drawn in deeper, swallowed up.

  "But you'd better be a very good girl," she said. "Because if you ever make Mommy angry, you're gonna go right back inside. And we witches are immortal, so I could be having fun like this with you for a long, long time."

  Todd struggled weakly, sinking in up to his chest. Soon he was in up to his neck, Susan's body squeezing him tight like a snake devouring its prey.

  "You know," she said, "I have to admit, this feels a lot better than I was expecting. I knew revenge was going to be sweet, but the way you're itty bitty body is stretching me and filling me up down there is kind of... amazing."

  Another squeeze, and now Todd's nose was buried inside, his face being smothered by Susan's hot flesh. Susan moaned in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head and her lashes fluttering.

  "Oh, wow," she said. "Actually, I'm starting to think I should thank you. If you hadn't betrayed me, I never would've gotten to know what this feels like. It turns out, making a baby this way feels even better than sex. I wish you'd cheated on me years ago!"

  She placed her fingertips on top of his scalp, gently pushing him in deeper.

  "See you in nine months, sweetie!"

  Todd felt one more mighty squeeze and then he was deep in the darkness, surrounded by soft, wet walls of flesh. The only sound was Susan's distant laughter and the soft bubbling of her salty fluids against his skin. He was encased inside his wife, buried deep in her body, a prisoner inside her womb.

  Just like that, the life he had known was gone. He was no longer an adult, a man, a husband. Susan had made him a baby. A girl. A daughter. He would slowly grow inside of Susan's belly, and she would give birth to him, and he would begin his new life as her little girl. And even if he grew into a woman, whenever Susan wished it she could shrink him down and begin the whole process again. He might spend eternity as Susan's child, escaping her womb for a few years only to eventually find himself pulled right back inside.

  He looked down at his tiny hand, purple veins faintly visible beneath the skin. He looked around at Susan's womb, knowing this was where he would be spending the next nine months.

  He told himself that he wouldn't be imprisoned in here forever. He would be born again, someday.

  But then, whenever Susan wished it, he would be born again, and again, and again. And whether he was trapped in Susan's womb or not, he knew he would never, ever be free.

  HEY, LITTLE MAMA

  "Hey, little mama. How about you give baby a nice sip of milk from one of those big ol' jugs of yours, huh?"

  The curvy redhead gave Milo a dirty look, folding her arms over her chest and hurrying away from him across the beach. Milo laughed, delighted by her blushing embarrassment.

  Milo had been sitting on the beach all afternoon, making suggestive remarks to pretty ladies as they walked by. He liked to come up with the most ridiculous, gross remarks he could, just to see how the girls would react. So far today the girls had mostly just rushed past him, looking humiliated. It was funny when the girls swore at him, but it was even funnier when they just got upset and ran away.

  The sun was had almost finished setting when he saw a particularly gorgeous blond in a black one piece swimsuit walking his way up the beach. She looked like a model, haughty and smug, and Milo was going to love taking her down a peg or two.

  "Hot damn! You are one hot mommy! I wanna get way up inside that sweet little belly."

  He expected the woman to sneer at him or just hunch her shoulders and hurry past, but instead she turned to face him with a sly, flirtatious grin.

  "What did you say? Did you call me mommy?"

  "Yeah, I sure did. You are the sexiest little mommy I've seen all day!"

  The blonde giggled seductively.

  "What an interesting way you have with words. Would you really like me to be your mommy?"

  Milo couldn't believe this. Was this woman actually flirting with him?

  "Hell, yeah," he said. "Come back to my place, honey!"

  She rubbed her chin, as if she was thinking it over.

  "That's certainly a very tempting offer. But tell me, if I do come back to your place, what do you want to do to me then?"

  "It's like I said, honey... I wanna get inside you!"

  The woman laughed. She seemed turned on, but there was also something playfully condescending in her manner, as if she was speaking to a small child. Milo hoped like hell she wasn't just a tease.

  "I see," she said. She placed a hand on her belly. "And just how long do you want to stay in here?"

  "Oh, a really, really long time."

  Still smiling, the woman stepped closer and bent down towards Milo, giving him a good peek down her cleavage.

  "Well, that can be easily arranged, baby. But do you really want it? Do you really want to be inside me? Do you really want me to be your mommy?"

  There was something more than a little eerie about the look in the woman's eyes, something that made the hair on Milo's arms stand up. Bu
t he didn't care. If there was even a chance this hottie was actually going to sleep with him, he was going to go for it.

  "Sure," he said. "Come on, baby!"

  The woman giggled mischievously.

  "No, no! You're the baby, remember? I'm the mommy."

  She got down on her knees beside him on the sand, smiling as she lightly ran the tip of her finger up his knee and along his thigh.

  "You want to be inside me, huh? I'll take you inside, baby. I'll take you deeper inside than you can imagine. I'm gonna put you in my belly, and keep you nice and warm in there for a long time."

  Milo wondered if she was making fun of him, but her grin was so flirty that he wasn't even sure what to think.

  She leaned in closer, her lips pursed and her face inches from his, and for a moment Milo wondered if she was going to kiss him. Then she spoke, her voice a breathy whisper.

  "If you really want me to be your mommy, you gotta say it. Say you want me to be your mommy, just like that."

  Milo swallowed, hardly believing this was really happening. This girl wasn't fooling, he could tell.

  "Sure," he said. "I want it. I want you to be my mommy. Come on, I'm ready whenever you are."

  She stood up, placing her hands on her hips.

  "OK then, baby. Wait until after the sun sets and then meet me behind that lifeguard station over there."

  Milo glanced at the station she was pointing toward, then he turned back and gave her a suspicious look. What was she up to? Was this some sort of scam?

  "I dunno about that, honey," he said. "How about you just come back to my place, right now?"

  She shook her head, giggling.

  "No," she said. "I wanna do this right here on the beach, in the dark. Don't worry, I promise to be there."

  He looked into her pale blue eyes, searching for any sign that she was lying. Somehow, he could sense that she meant what she said.

  His eyes traveled down to her breasts, full and firm in her swimsuit, her stiff nipples obvious through the thin, stretchy fabric. It was a warm evening, warm enough that a girl wouldn't be stiff like that unless she was really horny.

  Milo bit his lip, hoping like hell that he wouldn't regret this. Maybe this was all a con and her thug boyfriend would be waiting behind the station, ready to kick Milo's ass and steal his wallet.

  But Milo had to take the risk. If he said no and missed this chance, he knew he'd feel like a pussy for the rest of his life.

  "Sure thing, honey," he said. "I'll see you back her, after sunset."

  Milo waited until the beach was dark and starting to cool down. He'd only worn his shorts, not imagining he'd be sticking around after sunset, and now the evening breeze was chilly on his chest.

  He sprinted across the cold sand, not really expecting the blonde to be there yet, but when he got behind the lifeguard station he found that she was already waiting there for him.

  "There you are," she said with a grin. "I was starting to worry you weren't going to show up here tonight."

  "Oh, you didn't have to worry about me, honey. I'd never pass up a chance like this."

  She moved closer, placing her warm hand against his chest, running her long nails along his skin.

  "Me neither, baby. Normally I have to work really hard to find a guy like you. But then today I was just walking along the beach, minding my own business, and suddenly there you were. As soon as I met you I knew you'd be just perfect, exactly what I was looking for."

  Milo chuckled, hardly believing how lucky he was. He got down at her feet, feeling the cold sand on his knees, and placed his hands on the blonde's flat little belly. He leaned in, kissing it.

  "Come on," he said, "Let's do this, honey. I can hardly wait to get in there."

  Smirking, the blonde closed her eyes and muttered some words under her breath. Then she lifted her hand to her mouth and sensually ran her tongue across her palm. Opening her eyes, she held her damp palm out for him to see.

  "Now you do it, baby."

  Puzzled, Milo did as she said. His palm was salty and a little gritty from the sand, but he licked it and held it up for the blonde to see. She grinned and placed her palm against his so their saliva mingled.

  "That's just right, baby. Now all you have to do for me is close your eyes and say you want to be inside me, and it will come true."

  Now Milo was sure this girl was nuts, but he decided to play along. It would be worth taking part in some weird little ritual for her, if it meant he'd actually get a taste of this chick's big, sweet tits.

  He closed his eyes and he could hear the sounds of the beach around him, the thumping of the waves along the dark shore, the distant seagulls in the night.

  "I want to be inside you," he said.

  Milo suddenly felt the beach fall away beneath him and he found himself completely submerged in a pool of thick, warm liquid. In an instant the sounds of the beach were gone, replaced by a dull, watery pulse against his eardrums. The waves had been a few hundred feet behind him, but just for a moment he thought he'd somehow fallen deep into the ocean.

  He opened his eyes and everything was a reddish blur. His vision cleared after a moment, but what he saw made no sense.

  He was floating inside a large bag of some kind of fluid. It was salty and oily, like swimming in chicken broth. Despite being completely submerged in this strange liquid, somehow he was still able to breathe. The bag was thin enough that light penetrated it, but not thin enough for him to see what was on the other side. There was something disturbingly organic about the bag, it almost looked like it was made out of some kind of meat.

  Looking down, he saw that his body had transformed, becoming totally unrecognizable. He had tiny, stump-like arms leading to fingers that looked like they belonged on a little doll. His belly was bloated, with an thick, semi-transparent cord growing out of his navel. The cord was pulsing obscenely, and through it he could just make out some kind of fluid coursing in spurts directly into his stomach. Horrified, he tried to reach down and pull the chord out, but his new arms were far too weak and uncoordinated to be of any use.

  In a panic, he began to kick as hard as he could at the sack around him. In response, he heard a loud, echoing, feminine giggle all around him, reverberating through his transformed flesh.

  "Thanks, baby," she said. "I'm a witch, and in order to stay forever young, every 30 years or so I need to find an adult male who is willing to become my child. That way, I can absorb a few decades of his life. I've just slurped up your childhood, teens and young adulthood, and they were simply delicious."

  He blinked, trying to wake up from this nightmare, but with each second it only became more horrifyingly real. The witch gave her belly a little jiggle so Milo was sent rocking inside of her womb.

  "This is what you meant, wasn't it, child? You said you wanted to be inside me. You said you wanted me to be your mommy. Well, you just got your wish!"

  She laughed again, a sexy giggle that became an awful, mocking cackle.

  "Aw, don't worry, little one. After I give birth to you, I'm sure the orphanage will be able to find you a nice home. A pretty little girl like you should have no trouble being adopted!"

  The witch cackled again, louder this time.

  "Oh, I guess I forgot to mention that little detail... as part of the spell, I only have little girls."

  Milo looked down between his chubby legs, realizing it was true. He wasn't a man anymore. He wasn't even a boy!

  He squirmed desperately inside the witch's womb, looking for a way out. But it was hopeless. He was trapped inside her until she was ready to give birth to him.

  The next time Milo saw daylight, he would be a little girl starting her new life.

  15 summers passed. And every summer, Milo's new parents insisted on taking the family to the beach.

  He always dreaded it, hating the swimsuits his adoptive mom made him wear. Normally he could get away with baggy t-shirts and jeans, but when they went to the beach his mom always insisted that h
e had to wear a swimsuit to get a little sun.

  For most of Milo's second childhood he had cut his hair short and worn baggy clothes all the time, and usually people thought he was a little boy. But the last few summers his stupid girl body had gone crazy. His boobs and butt wouldn't stop growing, and these days he looked like a girl no matter what he did.

  Now Milo was a teenage girl, pale, slender and busty, and even though he begged Mom not to make him wear a stupid swimsuit to the beach, Mom just said he was acting like a spoiled princess again. Mom kept asking what the big deal was, and on the drive to the beach Milo just sat in the backseat hating his stupid family. Why couldn't he have been adopted by some family that practiced one of those religions where the girls all had to be covered up from head to toe at all times? An Amish family would've been good.