You've spent what feels like an eternity, lying in numerous chewed up pieces, inside your own mother's stomach. Despite trying not to, you couldn't stop your mind from showing you images of your mom using her sex toy, which is what she did once she'd finished eating you. Worse still, your mind has also conjured up images of your mom using YOU for a sex toy.

You're not sure if your mom was being serious when she said when she was going to the spend the whole night using you for a dildo. But, considering that she's already demonstrated a willingness to consume on of her own offspring, and take pleasure from doing so, you can only assume that she was indeed serious.

This is confirmed when the numerous pieces of your body are suddenly overcome with the pins & needles sensation, and you find yourself lying on the vanity table in your mom's bedroom. You feel immense relief at being put back in one piece, but you also feel a mixture of fear, anger and humiliation. You grown slightly too. It seems that you're now about ten inches tall. You slowly get to your feet and turn around to face your mom, who's standing about three inches away from your shrunken body.

Your mom is 6 feet 3 inches tall, taller than an average woman. Your head is about level with her belly button.
"So," she says with a mischevious grin, "How'd you like having mommy eat you?"
You decide not to reply. So you stare up at her.
"I enjoyed it", she says with a sniff. "You were a delicious meal. It ain't true...what they say about human meat tasting like chicken. It's more like pork. Which is quite appropriate..considering you're a nasty, violent little pig".
"What're you gonna do with me now?" you ask, trying not to sound angry or afraid.
"I already told you", your mom replies. "I'm going to spend the evening finding out how a sex toy a shrunken human body can make".
"Please don't", you plead. "I know I did wrong, but I don't deserve to be humiliated like this. I've been punished enough".
"Please don't make me your dildo mommmy!" your mom says sarcastically. "I'll be honest with Josh", she says after a short silence. "I never wanted a son. You only exist because your dad insisted. Now though, I have a chance to put that right". She lets out a short laugh. This isn't punishment anymore. My daughters and I are going to live forever. So is dad, if he's lucky. And so will you. But where as the rest of us are going lead normal lives, you're going to spend eternity as the slave of three beautiful women. Don't bother begging to be returned to your normal size, it ain't gonna happen. You're a slave, end of story. Get used to it".
"No", you say as you go into a state of shock. "You..you can't. It's not fair. It's not right. I'm a human being. I have rights".
"No you don't", your mom replies after letting out a short laugh. "Slaves don't have rights. A slaves only purpose, is to serve it's owners".
"And how're you gonna explain it when I don't turn up at school?", you ask as you become increasingly scared and angry.
Your mom smiles as she waves a hand toward the door. There's a bright flash of light, and then an exact, full sized copy of you appears out of nowhere.
"There", your mom says. "Josh mark 2. It'll act exactly like the real thing. When it's needed. So you won't be missed. Nobody is ever gonna know what's happening to the real thing. Now," your mom wraps a giant right hand around your torso. Because of your size though, her fingers don't go all the way around you. She lives you off the table and carries you over to her bed.
"Time to make yourself useful".
She then lies on her bed and: