Big Mama was, true to her name, big. Standing more than seven feet tall-- 7' 6", the last time she was measured, the conventional wisdom was that she suffered some genetic anomaly that gave her this impressive size: she dwarfed the new corrections officer who stood, a respectful distance from the stone doorway to the huge mansion, clipboard and signatures in hand.
 He looked a little forlorn: in on the secret that the six convicts he'd just delivered, under some ancient agreement his superiors wouldn't explain, would never be seen again. He was dying to ask what would happen to them, but he also knew better. Looking down at the clipboard again, assuring himself that the paperwork was in order, he wisely decided that this was no time for an extended goodbye, and instead turned and walked briskly back to the county van he'd used to ferry these women to Big Mama's estate.
 The women were under the belief that Big Mama's estate was some kind of halfway house: a step towards eventual freedom.
 Big Mama stood in the doorway as the van drove down the long driveway and through the gate. The grounds hadn't been maintained in a while, she noticed, but as she never really ventured outside, it didn't matter much. She enjoyed breath of the morning air, a look at the clouds, and she took a moment to review her copy of the paperwork. Most of it, as per the agreement, was total fiction, meant to throw off anyone who came looking for these women later on: the address of an empty lot, the name of a rehabilitation counselor who didn't exist, a privacy agreement that kept the convicts completely isolated for the entire remaining term of their sentence.
 Christine had been the first one inside, genuinely excited, and clearly not a lot of brain power behind those blue eyes and under all that blonde hair: almost a stereotype of herself. It was no surprise that Mother Nature so rarely seemed to hand out beauty and brains in the same package: this girl could earn an "A" in class merely by looking at the teacher the right way. It apparently was a total surprise to her that, while almost all the time she got what she wanted just by batting an eyebrow and taking it, that rule did not apply to the stores where her very expensive outfits came from. On the second visit to get the store to remove the security tag from something she'd lifted earlier in the day, the police were waiting.
 Mindy had a much tighter, much more solid look, and she was bright: but not quite bright enough to avoid getting caught up in a drug smuggling ring.
 Isabella was a very curvy Latina: she seemed all matter of fact, and Mama had to look twice at the sheet before accepting the fact that she'd been convicted of rape. Didn't seem possible: something to ask about when the time was right, for sure.
 Willow certainly seemed to be the "goth girl" of the group. Short black hair, a tattoo just barely visible on her neck, and signs of previous piercings (though, at present, she was unadorned by these, as they weren't allowed in prison). She didn't seem moody, though, in the least, unlike the last girl of that sort that Mama had seen. Willow was going to be worth getting to know, that was for sure.
 Nobody in a mile radius could miss Snow: Bright white hair, red eyes: an actual albino woman. She looked out of place in an orange jumpsuit: she needed a flowing, gauzy white dress and she'd look like an actual angel; Mama wondered if she had one of these, until accepting the fact that it wouldn't matter. Snow had been convicted of assault, also hard to believe: probably fought back against an abusive boyfriend somehow and got screwed by an incompetent lawyer; or perhaps the ex-boyfriend had connections?
 "Weda", or so the paper said, looked like she was used to getting her way. And being rich. Mama remembered something vague about her in the news: the ultimate playgirl, until she became caught up in some kind of pyramid- or insider-trading scheme and was caught.
 Mama folded the paper and tucked it into the hidden pocket in her dress, sighed, and procrastinated in the doorway until a crash from inside the house reminded her that she had company. She stepped back and closed the heavy wooden door, locking it. An extra lock was hidden near the top of the frame: only Big Mama could reach it without a stepladder.
 She was seriously starting to regret giving her contestants a head start in trying to find the prize she'd hidden inside of her manor. The search was designed to distract the women she'd just taken in, and spread them out in search for the key. With care and diligence, exactly one woman, the first to find it, could earn her freedom.
 Mama didn’t have go far to find her first "contestant" in the kitchen. Getting a snack? No. Christine was almost delightfully, dumb as a post: Reportedly, even as she was being arraigned, she had no clue that she'd done anything wrong. Now she was trying, apparently, to get her arm stuck underneath one of the mansion's two refrigerators, as though the Key might have been hidden there.
 Stifling her laughter and taking a bit of pity on the woman, Mama tipped up the fridge with relative ease so Christine could see just what exactly was underneath it.
 "Awww, just a quarter?"
 "You can keep it," Mama said, setting the fridge back down safely. "You're so pretty, you deserve more than that," Big Mama said.
 This one was going to be easy. Almost too easy.
 "Really?" Christine asked.
 She was nineteen, perhaps twenty, but apparently the brains of a... six year old? Five? Did being this attractive just mean that you didn't need to be smart to survive? No matter.
 "Why don't you undress for me?" Big Mama said.
 "Right-- right here in the kitchen?"
 "Sure. I've got fabulous new clothes for you up in your bedroom. Wait 'til you see it! Four poster bed from eighteen twenty-xix, original mahogany carvings. Besides, just us girls in here now, right?"
 "I guess so," Christine said. Anxious to free herself from the prison jumpsuit, Christine started unzipping herself out of it as Big Mama watched... and salivated. The girl was perfect, smooth and creamy skin and just... tasty.
 "You guessed really well," Big Mama explained. "It's right here. I'm standing over it."
 "The key?"
 "The prize!" Big Mama confirmed. "Come on under."
 "I'm supposed to crawl... under your dress?"
 "If you want to see," Big Mama said.
 "It's okay?"
 "You won't be the first one to get under there," Big Mama said. "Besides, we're all girls here, right?"
 "Okay," Christine said. Big Mama wore an appropriately big dress: sleek, red, elegant, and it nearly touched the floor. As Christine lifted the front she noticed the obvious: Big Mama was barefoot under the dress.
 "No shoes!" Christine said, giggling.
 "I have a real tough time finding shoes that fit, dear girl! Besides, I don't get out much: I spend most of my time taking care of girls like you. Now get under there!"
 "Okay, but I don't see--"
 Christine patted the floor around Big Mama's feet; Big Mama shuffled just a bit forward, and dropped the front of her dress back to the floor. The only light underneath would now be a faint, reddish light coming through the heavy layers of fabric, hardly enough to find a key that wasn't there. Well above, Big Mama's abdomen started to swell in anticipation, and a drop of moisture fell from between her legs onto the back of Christine's neck.
 "Hey!"
 Big Mama felt Christine reach up, inadvertently touching her crotch, finding that Big Mama wasn't wearing underwear. It felt good, but now Christine knew just how wet she was...
 The dress muffled her voice. "Is this some kind of--"
 Then Christine, predictably, went for the hem of the dress, to escape, but the hem was stuck to the floor as though the fabric weighed a million pounds. "Hey!" came the muffled voice. "What's going on??"
 "Just relax, dear," Big Mama said, though Christine probably wouldn't hear. "It'll all be over soon."
 The dress shook and moved as Christine clawed at it, but that fabric was far stronger than any twenty-year old girl. To Big Mama, this dress was like a good friend: reliable, helpful, eternal: she loved it, and the dress seemed to love her back, containing their mutual victim and muffling her screams as Big Mama slowly bent her knees and opened her birth canal.
 "What the hell! What are you doing? No!" Christine yelled. "Don't! Stop!!!"
 "Okay," Mama cooed back. "I won't stop. Come to Mama, you dumb bitch.'
 The squirming, fighting girl felt perfect inside Big Mama as she squatted down, knees to the outside, taking the girl between her legs. The dress simply allowed nowhere else for the girl to go. The girl cowered, put her hands up as if she could stop the seven-and-a-half-foot woman that way, only to be splashed with a coating of Big Mama's slippery lubricant, and the confined space grew even more confining as Big Mama descended on top of her. Just a minute later, Mama was sitting on the floor, her belly full of still-squirming Christine: she rested here for a moment, waiting for her birth canal to close up, and then stood, and brushed the dress clean.
 "Well, that was easy enough," Big Mama said, as she patted her belly. "Five to go."
 . . .
 It would take fifteen minutes for her womb to absorb its prey sufficiently for Mama to hide the "baby bump". This was startlingly quick, but now those fifteen minutes seemed like an eternity: with the lowest-intelligence woman out of commission, she had to be careful not to give away her secret: the women didn't need to start asking what had happened to their blonde-haired, air-headed acquaintance. So she strolled the long hallways of her mansion, working off a little bit of Christine's energy.
 Hearing some cursing, followed by some banging, which in turn was followed by even more cursing, Mama finally wandered toward the noise, down a back hallway to the mansion's laundry room. Here, Mama was greeted with the sight of Mindy slamming her head against one of the machines and complaining about how ‘damn long’ she had been looking for this prize, even though it had barely been half an hour since the "contest" had begun. Groaning, Mindy stood up and wasn't fazed at all to see her hostess looking back at her, a bit confused at this girl’s huffy attitude. Mama became even more confused when Mindy stomped over and demanded that Mama show her where exactly the prize was hidden and she couldn’t waste another second scrounging about.
 Her rant was swiftly interrupted when Mama explained that she was willing to show where the key was hidden.
 "Let's get that ridiculous orange jumpsuit off you, Mindy. You're too pretty for it and don't need it anymore. Since you're here in my laundry room, we can just throw it right into the wash: I have to return them to the state next week and I like them to be clean. I've got a selection of things in your size upstairs, in your bedroom.
 "I don't want to stay," Mindy said, indignant. "I'm getting that key and then getting out of here."
 "Right," thought Big Mama. Back to your abusive boyfriend who got you in this trouble in the first place, as an accomplice to murder.
 Mindy had no idea how fast or strong a seven-foot-six woman could be. With Mindy undressed, Mama swiftly moved in and took a firm grip on Mindy’s shoulders. Before Mindy could demand that Mama take her hands off, her entire head was shoved into her hostess’s widening maw. Kicking and squirming around like some wild animal, Mama didn’t really mind this little display of refusal, if she even noticed it at all as she was far more interested in how this meal felt wriggling down her throat more than anything else right now.
 Letting her tongue glide over Mindy’s lithe frame, Mama was finding herself rather enchanted by just how much Mindy was writhing about as she slipped in ever deeper into her damp confines. Even though Mindy was only halfway in, the struggling inside of her predator’s stomach could already be seen, the only thing still outside being her flailing legs. Deciding to have just a bit more fun with Mindy, giving the girl’s legs a light clamp down as her tongue went to work on tasting every last smooth inch of it. Mindy was clearly confused as to what was going on, her face red as she felt her legs be licked and enjoyed completely by Mama, though she hoped that this would mean that she was in fact was going to be spat out. This hope was quickly dashed away with a final gulp and Mindy being forced to endure the start of Mama’s digestive tract.
 Even from the outside, Mama could see her meal in desperation kick and puch at the fleshy walls, even throwing out a few final insults: even Mama was impressed at just how creative vulgar language could be. None of this however, was serving Mindy any good in trying to find any form of escape from her imminent demise, mostly tiring her out if anything. Mama chuckled and rolled her eyes at this display, only concerned of where her next contestant would be at, letting Mindy settle down first before heading off. Once her belly bump began to die down again and flatten out, Mama was already on her way to find the next girl, feeling quite giddy over how she would get this one down.
 In the mansion's enclosed courtyard, there was an elegant garden a wonderful old fountain that still worked, and this is where Mama found Snow. She wasn't searching, but rather admiring some of the old, grotesque stone creatures adorning the area, devil-children and monsters and a winged abomination that she couldn't quite identify yet intrigued her. Snow was the most unusual girl in the group: clearly albino, with perfectly white hair, red eyes, and looking like she'd sunburn in five seconds if she walked outside in the daytime (she probably would). She'd already ditched the orange jumpsuit and sneakers and was sitting on the fountain in nothing but a white bra and matching panties.
 Snow didn't flinch on Big Mama's approach, but it was hard to get her engaged in conversation.
 "I'm glad you're out of that miserable jumpsuit," Mama said.
 "It was itchy," Snow said. She had a sweet, soft voice that matched her appearance: it was hard to understand how this creature could have committed any sort of crime, but apparently she was the kingpin of some kind of insider trading ring.
 "I've got a bunch of outfits in your size, upstairs."
 "Okay. Thank you."
 "Snow, I'm not going to tell anyone this... but I'm really hoping you're the one who finds the key."
 "Oh. I haven't really been hunting for it very well, I guess. I... well, even if I found it, I don't really have anyplace to go right now. I hope you don't mind."
 Big Mama waited until Snow, predictably, turned away. Suddenly Mama's hands were on her shoulders, pushing her over onto the pathway that circled the fountain, then Mama was all over her like a starving wolf. When Snow tried to crawl away, Mama reached up and grabbed the waistband of her white panties, forcing Snow to squirm out of them, revealing a very light patch of pubic hair that was, unsurprisingly, just as white as everything else. Mama grabbed her again by her bra strap, while swallowing those delicate feet right into her mouth.
 Snow looked back, and Mama worked her way up the girl's legs. To Snow's credit, she didn't scream. "I knew it would be something like this," she said. "I knew I was never getting out of this place. It's all a deception, isn't it?"
 Mama's mouth was full and she couldn't answer. Working her way up the girl's thighs, Mama was able to slip a tongue between Snow's's legs.
 "Mouthful, huh? Well, I guess you can eat me before you eat me," Snow quipped. "I guess that's a fair trade. Go gentle, huh? I can usually hit orgasm in a couple of minutes if you do it right."
 Big Mama slipped her tongue inside Snow's delicate sex, a tight fit as her mouth was also holding the girl's legs together. But she found the flavor she was looking for, all young and energetic and feminine, and Snow just leaned her head back and enjoyed until, sure enough, she climaxed. She seemed unsurprised that Mama seemed to climax too, her sexuality infectious that way, and also unsurprised that Big Mama kept swallowing her down afterwards, working her mouth up over the girl's hips and biting slightly into her belly, even as her hands unfastened and removed Snow's bra.
 "Whatever gets you off, you know?" she said, trying only faintly to resist at all.
 Big Mama was only then working her mouth up and over Snow's ample breasts: Snow smiling that she was just large enough there to give Big Mama's gullet a challenge. But it was too late for Mama to stop, and Snow apparently knew it. She held her arms up and simply allowed Big Mama to swallow the last of her.
 Big Mama sat up, slowly, and collected the bra and panties Snow had left behind, then used the soft, slightly damp cotton panel on Snow's panties to, delicately, wipe her mouth.
 Another fifteen minute wait. Three to go; halfway there.
 . . .
 Isabella was in the back hall, a gorgeous room that also functioned as a library. She'd given up on the key, apparently, and was trying to find some way of prying the shatterproof plastic off of the very non-shatterproof stained glass windows. Even Mama's arrival didn't cause her to pause that attempt, until Mama came up quite close.
 "Those windows cost more than I make in a year," Mama said. "I don't blame you for wanting out of here. You've given up searching for the key?"
 "You and I both know there's no effing key," Isabella said. "If there is it's like a needle in a haystack. Would take months to find it."
 "Maybe I could help you? But let's talk a minute first. Get to know you a bit."
 "Why would I want to know you?" Isabella squirted back. "You're just another jailor to me."
 "I hope not. I'm the one who wants to hear your side of the story."
 "Listen, lady, I've told that story more than enough. Everyone wants to know why I did it, and how--"
 "How...?"
 "I raped a guy."
 "A guy?? I figured it was... statutory, or another girl."
 "Ugh. No. I don't like girls. I did it to get back at my miserable ex-boyfriend--"
 "So..."
 Isabella, despite her earlier claim, launched into the hearty retelling of her story. "Nobody dumps Isabella. Nobody. All I did was wait. He likes the drugs, you know? Likes to get high, so I just waited for the opportunity, when I could get him alone and he was kind of out of it. I whispered into his ear how I was going to get fucking pregnant and then he'd never see me again until he heard from my lawyer-- my cousin Ernesto is a lawyer-- for the paternity test and the demand for child support and then he'd pay for the rest of his life and there was nothing, nothing he could do about it.
 "He actually giggled, you know, giggled! But next thing he knew I had him naked and on the floor... and, if I do say so myself, no guy that's ever seen in can resist this coochie. I made him watch as I swallowed him up, no protection at all, and I know how to make him cum and boy, did I ever. Next day he pleaded with me, desperate, to take some kind of pill, stop nature from taking its course and I just laughed and told him it was too late, egg and sperm together, that his baby was on the way and there was nothing he could do about it. He offered me a one-time payoff and I just laughed at him. He offered to get back together and for a moment I thought about it but I realized I just didn't trust him anymore; I'd be happy to just take his money for eighteen years, drive him to the poor house, make him homeless. And what's he going to do about it? Toss the mother of his child into jail?"
 "But... you didn't get pregnant?"
 "No. Drugs fucked up his sperm or something. I got my period on the same day the cops showed up. Consent. Ha. Who hears of a woman getting charged with rape? I figured he went inside me, that's consent enough. His brother was a lawyer and they went after me hard, and... here I am."
 Mama put her hand on Isabella's shoulder. "Sorry to hear all that-"
 "Get your hands off me!"
 But Mama didn't.
 The Latina was feisty but ultimately a little clumsy: she fought back until Mama bit down on her head, quickly and ultimately joining Snow and Mindy on their journey through Big Mama's stomach and intestines.
 At last, Mama felt the old energy coming back: rejuvenation, excitement, power. A new lease on life. The curse she'd been stricken with couldn't be dispelled, but it could be placated: just two more girls and she'd be set for another six months, at least.
 Weda was an interesting challenge. Mama found her in one of the bedrooms. She was searching for the key, but had apparently taken some time to try on some of the lingerie she'd found, for she was in a lacy black bra but was otherwise naked. She was curvy and had a rather large posterior.
 Mama stood in the doorway, taking up pretty much the entire space. "The matching panties are in the drawer, too," she said.
 "I don't wear panties," Weda said. "Never do.' She turned around. "Enjoying the view?"
 "Actually, ves. Very much. You're quite attractive."
 Weda stopped searching through the drawers and turned, sizing up her captor. "I'm glad you think so. But I don't think we're on even footing, you and I."
 Mama didn't move from the door. "Oh?"
 Weda smiled. "I've never seen a woman your size... naked."
 Big Mama nodded. She wasn't quite sure this if this was some kind of ruse to get the key, actual curiosity, or an effect of the spell, which Mama suspected made her victims a little more suggestible. "I can arrange that," she said. She was planning on using the dress again on Weda, getting her trapped underneath it like Christine: if she could lie down on the bed and get Weda to crawl inside, the hem of the dress would close up, trapping Weda within it like a big sack: then it would constrict and force Weda into Mama's waiting pussy.
 Big Mama loved that dress: it made the difficult cases so easy! But it would be interesting to see where this went. She went to remove the dress, and before she could unhook it, Weda approached. "Here. Let me help you with that."
 As the dress came off, Mama asked: "So... I take it you're into women?"
 "I'm into everyone," Weda answered. She removed Mama's substantial bra. "Wow. Now those are breasts! Very, very suckable."
 Mama smiled. Weda barely came up to those breasts: Mama could have laid one on Weda's head. "Comes with the size."
 "A lot more to explore," Weda said.
 The two women ended up on the bed. Weda proved very sexually experienced and aggressive. She remained away from Mama's crotch, focusing instead on a perfectly timed sexual crescendo: ears, lips, arms, thighs, just teasing what was to come. She climbed on top of Mama and suggested positions until the two women ended up in a 69 position, and at last Mama felt the thrill of Weda's tongue just as she dipped her tongue into Weda's body. Then, taking advantage of the oversized, ornate bed, Weda climbed further down, her toes in Mama's face.
 Mama couldn't help taking one of those toes into her mouth. Finally, something Weda hadn't already experienced: and the woman clutched Mama's legs and shuddered. The shaking was enough to trigger an orgasm: this told Mama that she was nearly, finally, full: if she hadn't had four women already she'd feel, mostly, hungry in a much different way.
 "Let's try scissoring," Weda suggested.
 They did, Weda crawling further up until she could get Mama between her own legs, her crotch up against Mama's. This was good, but not quite perfect, and now a more ancient hunger returned.
 "Try this," Mama suggested. She scooted up on the bed, sliding up on Weda's body until only their four legs were intertwined.
 "I don't get it," Weda said. She flipped over, now facing the ceiling. "Watch," Mama said, guiding one foot between her oen legs as she used her toes on Weda's sex organ.
 "Oooh, footplay," Weda said. "Kinky. I like it."
 Mama spread her legs a little wider. "Then you'll like this." She had Weda put a little more pressure between her legs, started dipping those toes inside. She reached up and grabbed Weda's arms, pulling her toward herself.
 Mama's toes were no longer inside Weda's body, however, and Weda noticed the asymmetry. "You need to keep touching me--"
 "I can't," Mama answered. "Not while I'm doing this..."
 Mama spread her legs wide and commanded her vagina to relax. It did: the small hole that could fit a man's penis growing in diameter, stretching until it was large enough for Weda's entire foot, which slipped inside.
 "Hey!" Weda objected. She tried using the other foot on Mama's crotch, but Mama's body was too slippery; the second foot slipped between her swelling labia, and disappeared into the birth canal along with the first. Mama clamped down at that point, preventing Weda from pulling either foot free.
 "Wow! That's neat... how do you do that? Lots of fisting practice or something?"
 "Or something," Mama said. Her belly began to swell in anticipation.
 "Wait... what are you doing?"
 Mama didn't answer. She bore down, a huge grin on her face, and tremendous suction built up within her. Weda tried to grab the edge of the bed, but couldn't stop Mama from sucking her legs in, past the knees.
 "What's happening?"
 "Well, Weda, thanks for the fun. You're really good, you know. But Big Mama's pussy gets what Big Mama's pussy wants, and right now it wants--"
 Mama bore down again. The suction returned with a vengeance, and Weda's thighs vanished between Mama's labia.
 "You," Mama said.
 Mama reached down: Weda's pubic bush were up near her own, and Mama reached her fingers there, between Weda's legs, finding Weda's clitoris and vagina. This didn't stimulate the scared woman at all.
 "So cute," Mama said. "So small. And now it's mine. My pussy is starving so feel it suck you in."
 She bore down again. Weda's hips, pelvis, and abdomen disappeared into Mama's body.
 Weda was speechless.
 "You're right," Mama said. "This was fun! I like doing it this way, getting to watch you. Now that bust of yours might be a little challenge: could you fold up your knees, like this? There you go."
 Another contraction.
 "Nope, guess even those tits are no challenge for Big Mama."
 Weda's body was inside the larger woman's, up to her armpits.
 There was a voice, a small voice, outside the door. "Ah! There you are. It's such a big house I didn't think I'd find any--"
 A woman with short, black hair came around the door and witnessed the scene. Both other women looked.
 "Willow--" Mama reached toward the girl in the doorway.
 "I-- I figured it was something like this. There is no key, is there? Is that where the other girls have gone? Am I next???"
 "Ummm... Willow, could you... uh... get me out of here, or something?" Weda cried.
 "Oh, shush, you," Mama said. She focused for a second and slurped Weda inside the rest of the way, then fumbled to get back to her feet while Willow turned and ran.
 Mama found her an hour later, cowering in the corner of one of the many bathrooms.
 "There's nobody else left, is there?" Willow whimpered. "I'm the last??"
 Mama, back in her red dress, sat down next to Willow on the floor. "It's going to be okay. Yes, you're the last. But that means... you win."
 "Win... what? Obviously, there was never a key. You weren't going to let any of us go. They brought us here so you could get rid of us."
 "Yes, in part," Mama said, patting her belly. With five fully-grown women inside of her, it was taking longer for her body to absorb them and return to its more-normal size. "But there actually was a key. Come."
 Mama stood, and had to wave at Willow a second time to get her to follow. She walked, in silence, for the three minutes it took to get back to the front door. Here, Mama stood just three feet from the door, where an old, elaborate brass chandelier lit the entranceway. The brass was tarnished, brown instead of gold, but this gave it the color of the antique it actually was. Mama reached up and plucked a brass key, the exact same color as the metal of the chandelier, from one of the chandelier's arms.
 "Three feet from the front door the whole time?" Willow observed.
 "Yup."
 "So... what happens now? Am I free to go?"
 "Not exactly. You didn't find the key, after all. But... I've got some good news for you. Here. Let me explain."
 Mama led the goth girl to the drawing room, a comfortable lounge near the entryway, where she had Willow take a seat.
 "You know how witches are always these beautiful women that disguise themselves as haggardly old ladies, to show that someone's really no good on the inside?"
 "Yes,' Willow said. "I've heard that."
 "Then don't believe it. Mine was a handsome young man. He came to my door not five minutes after I'd shooed away some other salesman. Told me his car'd broken down, wanted to use my phone and bathroom and I just knew, just had this instinct, that there was something off about the whole pitch, that he was lying somehow, and... well, as a pretty young woman at the time, home by myself, I had to turn him down. He insisted, and I told him that I'd have helped him if he was a girl, but a guy-- should be able to fend for himself."
 "But he was a witch?" Willow asked.
 "Warlock, technically. I'd almost forgotten they exist, I guess: he was the last person I'd ever have suspected. I'll never forget his twisted logic: if I only like to help other girls, then for the rest of my life I can help them... leave this world. Next day I had two letters in my mailbox: one from a lawyer, telling me I inherited this place and a boatload of money, and the other-- like ancient parchment, that explained the rules of the curse. I didn't believe it, of course: I remember it told me to read the whole thing right away because I'd only get to read it once, something about being given the ability to absorb other nasty girls like myself and therefore doing something good for a change and if I didn't take at least one woman a month, or six every six months, that I'd die within a month. That I was to be the curse for other women who'd done wrong, something like that."
 "That's terrible! So there must have been some way to end the curse, to prove you'd changed for the better?"
 "There was."
 "What is it, then?" Willow asked. Her eyes were a beautiful brown, her pupils dark and dilated in the dim light.
 "I don't know."
 "What?"
 "The paper said to read the entire thing at once. I didn't. The last words I bothered reading were 'To end this curse...'. I thought the whole thing was hogwash, there was no way I'd play along, and I went to text my friend about it, but when I went back all the writing was gone and there was only a blank page of ordinary paper."
 "Oh. I've heard stories like that."
 "I still figured I'd ignore it, resist. Die rather than taking another life. I came here, and hadn't explored the place the first time before this guy, supposedly a corrections officer, drops off six women for me to 'take care of'.
 "And... you did."
 "Yes. That first one got me so annoyed, breaking my stuff, I just got angry and... Oh, Willow, it feels so good. Like they're not dead: like they're all a part of me. I grew larger, to the size I'm at now."
 "I take it that's my fate. To be part of you."
 "Yes, but..."
 "I supposed I could try to run, but... I won't."
 "I like you, Willow. I'm glad you're the last."
 "Why? What's the 'but'?"
 "The other five filled me up. I still have to take you inside me, but... you... I can let out again. I'd like that very much, Willow."
 "Really?"
 "I discovered this... loophole, I guess. I have to take six women inside me one way or another. The spell doesn't, apparently, say that I can't let the last of the six back out again."
 "What about the other five?"
 "They're too far gone."
 Willow reached over, touching Big Mama's belly. She could feel, or so she believed, the echoes of the five lives that had proceeded her: the women having long giving up on struggling, and now giving their essences to the woman who was escorting them from their previous life.
 "Six months, huh?"
 Big Mama nodded. "Yeah. But I'd really like your company until then."
 "Can I take you shopping? I notice you're barefoot. You deserve some shoes for those lovely feet."
 Mama pulled her feet under herself, embarrassed. "Yeah, we can even go out, perhaps. But I've given up trying to find many clothes or shoes that fit. And... well, when you come out, you won't be the same size either. I've got some smaller clothes for you."
 Willow smiled. "Maybe I won't want to come back out again. Can I keep you company... from the inside?"
 Big Mama nodded. "If you want. Willow, are you into... feet...?"
 Willow averted her eyes. "Yes, sort of. You too?"
 Mama didn't answer. "Can I see yours?"
 "Sure." Willow sat next to Mama and let Mama remove her government-issue tennis sneakers. "Wow. you have lovely toes, Willow." Mama ran her fingers over them, admiring, gave them a lick, and was caught by surprise that Willow wanted to see her feet up close, too.
 Minutes later the two women were naked, and in bed. Unlike Weda there wasn't a hurry: just natural, slow exploration, culminating in Willow finding her head between Big Mama's legs. As she licked the opening she felt it grow wide, larger in diameter than a normal human vagina would, and understood that she'd made it hungry.
 "I guess this is it, then?" Willow said. "I'm ready if you are. Does anything bad happen if I go... headfirst? Do I suffocate or something?"
 Mama couldn't speak: she shook her head.
 "Okay then," Willow said. "Here I come."
 "Willow?"
 "Yes?"
 "Thank you."
 Willow kissed Mama, right in the middle of her bush, and then dipped her head and pushed it between Mama's legs. That's all it would take: the stimulation would start a process that neither Willow nor Big Mama could stop, though Mama almost regretted seeing the last of that crystal white hair vanish. She worked herself sideways as Willow continued to push, leaving the world behind and causing Mama's belly to swell once again: Mama had to really contort herself too feel between her legs, where only Willow's lovely feet remained exposed.
 Once again, Mama ran her fingers between those lovely toes. Then a wave of contraction came over her, and the feet slurped between her labia and vanished.
 "Nice and comfy in there, Willow?"
 Mama could feel Willow answer in the affirmative.
 Mama wasn't quite sure, but from within her belly she felt the closest feeling to love that she'd felt in a very long time.
 The next day, with the spell completely satisfied, Mama spread towels out across her bed. "Okay, Willow, long enough. Here you come."
 Three hours of contractions and pushing, and Willow found herself slowly extruded out from between Mama's thighs, like an overgrown baby. She was covered from head to toe in a clear gelatin-like goop, a little bit of blood, and had a cord connected to her belly button for a short while.
 Willow's hair was slicked down to her head, and she'd lost some definition here and there, but was otherwise unhurt: she started suddenly panting, the first breaths she'd taken in hours.
 "I'm-- alive," Willow whispered.
 "I told you," Mama said. "Come here. Let me put back what I've taken from you."
 Willow looked up. Mama removed the blankets from her chest, where her two massive breasts awaited. Milk became visible at one nipple, then the other.
 Willow climbed up, over Mama's belly, not minding that birthing fluids were getting everywhere; Mama didn't mind either. Tentatively, she positioned her mouth over one nipple and then settled down, and started suckling.
 "Soon, you'll be even stronger than before, Willow. I've got the energy of five other women to share with you. They've given their lives so I can keep you... so we can be with each other. Is that okay?"
 Willow broke the connection. "Absolutely," she said.
 "In six months you can help me with the next crop."
 "I'd like that. Mama--"
 "Yes?"
 "Thank you. I promise... I'll make it worthwhile." Willow reached down between Big Mama's legs, where Mama was still quite wet and engorged.
 "Careful," Mama said. "I'll be a little sore down there for a while, yet. But I look forward to your touch. Maybe I'll even swallow you again, if we feel up to it."
 Willow smiled. "Mmmm." She settled back onto Mama's breast to resume drinking, and wrapped her arms around Big Mama just as Mama wrapped her arms around her and then kissed her on the head.
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