As Bobbi slept, he dreamed.
In his dream, he was lying on his back, naked, in front of an enormous pale breast, covered in freckles and topped with a giant, bumpy, wrinkled pink nipple. Milk began to drip out of the nipple, slowly at first, but then building into a stream, then a river, then a raging tidal wave, surrounding him in frothy white warm liquid. He struggled to try to keep himself afloat, but it was no use, the milk was all around him, enveloping him, covering him, getting into his eyes and ears and nose and mouth. For a moment, he broke the surface of the torrent, and now it wasn’t a breast or a nipple that was unleashing the flood, but the head of an impossibly huge cock, the slit flared open and gushing an endless tide of semen that carried him into the darkness…
He woke with a start, still lying naked on his aunt’s chest, but he knew instantly something was wrong. Though she was still asleep, her breathing was ragged, and beneath him he could hear a gurgling in her tummy that made him deeply unsettled. Bobbi’s vision was blurry, but he was dimly aware of two things: that his aunt – no, his mother – was now naked, and that something slimy was wrapped around his stomach. He turned his head and realized with horror that it was a cord, trailing away from him down Marie’s stomach before disappearing between her legs. As he watched, another gurgle from her stomach took up the excess slack in the cord.
Oh no, he realized. It’s going to pull me in!
Aunt – no, mommy – Marie grunted, and Bobbi felt herself pulled from her arms onto her tummy. Beneath him, her skin felt almost feverishly hot, and he could feel something moving around just beneath the surface. Unable to cry out, his eyes darted around in panic, but there was nothing he could grab with his tiny baby hands to try to save himself. Another gurgle, another grunt, and suddenly he had a face full of rough blonde pubic hair, his nose filled with the overwhelming smell of his mommy’s womanhood. He tried to push himself away, but his weak arms refused to cooperate and he flailed around impotently as another gurgle, another grunt, and another pull brought his toes into the warm wetness of his mommy’s vagina. Her thighs were trembling and sweating as her vagina began to devour him, bit by bit, like a snake, slowly swallowing him into her womb: first his feet, then to his knees, then to his hips, then to his chest, and finally to his neck, her lips brushing against his cheeks and her hair tickling his face. With a last grunt, Bobbi was sucked inside – his last, blurry vision of passing beneath his new mommy’s clit.
Surrounded by warm liquid, squeezed by tense flesh, and plunged into darkness, Bobbi tried to fight off mounting panic by using the only sense he had left: hearing. The slow buh-dum, buh-dum of a heartbeat, the gurgle of intestines, the windy sigh of lungs inflating and deflating told him all he needed to know: he was an unborn baby in his new mommy’s womb. All the sounds, strange but somehow completely familiar, began to soothe him, and before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep again…
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Marie, still asleep, relaxed from her exertions as her baby settled into her belly. Her phone, which she had been holding in one hand since dozing off while feeding her son, suddenly illuminated. On the screen was her nude pregnant picture, but it slowly morphed instead to a nude picture of herself from before she was pregnant: posing seductively in the mirror with the caption, “Don’t you want some of this, big boy?” Finished, the screen went dark again, and Marie rolled onto her side, dreaming of that night of passion…