Well, here I am. Stark naked in front of the most beautiful woman in my world. It used to be that I towered over her, my six foot three height dwarfing her four foot five self. Now our roles were completely reversed, as I only stood a foot tall at the most.
 
I have been shrunken, and at my own request. It had started with the woman in front of me wishing me a happy birthday. Naturally, she'd asked what I wanted. The words had left my lips before I could even think them;
 
"I want to be inside you."
 
The woman knew exactly what I had meant. Obviously, there was the natural meaning of those words; that I wanted to have sex with her, to engage in one of the ultimate expressions of love, to join our bodies as one and release into her the seed of life.
 
However, there was also a deeper meaning for me. In the process of granting life to a new soul, I also wanted to give up my own. I wanted the love of my life to devour me, my body, mind, and soul. I wanted to give my life to nourish the one that would eventually spring from her womb.
 
The very same womb I had come from only sixteen years prior.
 
The woman standing before me, bare as I was, was in fact my own mother.
 
My intense interest in her had started when I was much to young to understand it. I had walked in on her when she was taking a shower, instead of being flustered and demanding me to leave, she invited me to join her. As we bathed together, my young mind could not help but to notice the differences in our bodies.
 
And as I matured, my interest, my love for her only grew. Other girls would approach me of course, but that's all they were, girls. I partook of their fruit, true, but that was only practice. I needed my skills sharp for the true love of my life.
 
There was no need for me to rush. In truth I had begun the process of bedding my mother only a year before today. We never went to that forbidden place, only petting and teasing one another. Kisses came freely, but I wanted our first and last time to be truly special.
 
And sadly, we were done far sooner than I would've hoped. Not that I was premature. God as my witness, I lasted hours, but there is only so much a youth of sixteen can hope to accomplish against a woman pushing her fourties. Truly the best I could have done is keep pace.
 
Mother had guided our encounter the entire way. Sometimes praising me, oftentimes correcting me. And by the time I had filled her with my love, I was spent.
 
She took it in stride, kissing and stroking me. Trying to get one last rouse out of my flesh. My spirit was willing, but I had nothing left to give.
 
Nothing except my life.
 
The process of shrinking me was simple. A few words, a complicated hand gesture, a light touch, and I was soon losing inches, then feet, until I stopped at this size.
 
Even though I was limp, her face being my only view was all it took to have me ready again. She exhaled, and her breath was intoxicating. It hurt so much that I couldn't give this last ounce of my strength to pleasure her.
 
Her hands scooped me up, with all the care one would give a newborn, though the deep rumble in her chest belied her intentions. I was calm, at peace. She brought me to her lips, a few final kisses and licks, and what was once simply a taste, gave way to the finale.
 
She lifted me above herself, her head tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open. Strands of her saliva glistened in the light as she lowered me into her mouth. Her tongue tickled along my legs as they descended toward her throat. She head me for a bit, continuing to taste her meal. Soon enough, her throat lowered, and I was drawn deeper into her warmth.
 
As my hips sank past her lips, I began to weakly thrust, gaining pleasure from her tongue along my member. She played along, pressing against me or pulling away to deny me. All the while she continued to swallow. I held out as long as I could, and just before my hips had sunk into that tunnel I arrived at that climax.
 
Weakened once more, I could barely process the events to follow. She savored my taste, but at once she also hesitated none at finishing me off. After my last hoorah, I was little more than meat. I remember the beating of her heart, the moisture of her saliva, the caress of her throat.
 
And now I was where I wanted to be, where I belong.
 
The groans and gurgles of the surrounding organ did little to disuade me from seeking a comfortable position, and no sooner had I found it than the magic began to fade.
 
My body slowly expanded, growing larger and larger and larger still. I would not reach my full size, but all space inside my mother's stomach would soon contain nothing but myself.
 
She began to sing, a song from my days in the crib. As a stinging fluid began to seep into my final bed, all I could think about was the warmth of her embrace, the beauty of her voice, and my sincere love for her. I faded to sleep, and let my body become one with her own.