"Thank goodness," Jim thought to himself. "That was a close one. Well, I may be a girl when I get out of here, but at least I'm alive, and I'll be out soon."
"Don't count on it," Tifa answered.
"You-- can hear my thoughts?"
"My dear Jim... you don't get it! I'm absorbing you! Not only your energy and strength but your memories and dreams and intelligence! Everything your mother gave you, everything you've acquired since then... is mine! There's so much I can do now-- you think I'm going to take the time and energy to make a baby now?" Suddenly, Jim could see-- through Tifa's eyes! He had no control over her body, nor even where those eyes looked, but Tifa took him up to her dresser mirror, unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it back. The pregnant belly was gone, and Tifa ran her hand from just under her breasts down to her crotch to make the point. She looked at the calendar on her dresser-- one date was circled in red; if the month shown was correct, two months had passed in what seemed like hours!
"You're awake for good reason, my little one. Tonight you and I shall finish your journey, and then at last I won't be 'pregnant' at all."
After dinner, Tifa dimmed the lights in her bedroom, changed into her nightgown, and reclined in her bed. "This is kind of the end of the road for you, Jim, but we'll meet again someday... as mother and daughter. For now, you're going into storage."
Then, Jim's entire view of the outside world faded. Now he understood-- he'd thought the womb had been growing roomier; rather, he'd been continuing to shrink away. Tifa's breathing changed. Her womb seemed to glow from the inside; a strong, female power. Then something changed, and it set Jim free, floating.
He heard Tifa's voice again. "Your mother conceived you. Together, we now do the reverse. Soon you shall be mine, and only mine. Come to me, my little one."
Energy surged through Jim; a tiny speck the size of a human egg; and Jim felt himself being torn apart; half of his existence pulled away, lost forever in the endless depths of Tifa's womb.
Jim, his thoughts mingled somewhere within Tifa, was now an egg; a tiny, unfertilized egg. The currents flowing within the woman's body drew him upwards, further in, leaving the womb behind.
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