Figaro approaches and looks at her soft lips with curiosity.

Figaro: "So, I just have to crawl in?"

Figaro, unwilling to give up the possibility of having a caring mother in his life, did as he asked and was soon naked.

Violette: "Now, slip your feet in, and I'll do the rest, dear."

Figaro did as she instructed and put his feet in it. It was humid and hot at the same time. This was a new feeling for him. But he liked him. Violette was in heaven. As he let her muscles draw him in soon to be a child even more inside her. Her arms flail a little. She giggled as she looked back at the cute site. Soon all that was left was his head.

Violette: "I can't wait to see you again, my son!"

With one last strong push, he was pulled completely in and enclosed in his lap.

Figaro: "Wow, it's so comfy and pink in here!"

Violette admired his now rounded belly. She would soon have a puppy.

Violette: "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself in there, dear, but it will be a while before mommy can let you out again."
Figaro: “Okay, I don't know, Owy! Mom, this rope thing bit me!!!"
Violette: “It's called the umbilical cord, honey. That's how Mommy will feed you while you're in her tummy."

She rubbed her belly, and soon she could feel her heart and Figaro's synchro. As she grabbed Figaro's clothes and shoes, and placed them inside the closet, the rocking motion of her womb and the amniotic fluid sent Figaro into a deep, peaceful sleep for the next few months.

Violette decided that she would take a vacation to help her soon-to-be son get settled into a new life. She was currently at the bus station on her way to the airport, gently rubbing her belly with pride.

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