Seemingly out of nowhere, your mother produces a bottle of foul-smelling liquid. Quick as a flash, she opens it and forces the tonic--which tastes even worse than it smells--down your throat. Choking and coughing, you collapse at your mother's feet. The last thing you see before your vision fades to black is her massive hand reaching down for you.
You wake up in your mother's hand, completely nude and barely six inches tall. She gives you a broad, toothy smile. "My, but that works quick!" she says.
"Oh God," you say as your vision clears and you realize the situation you are in. "Please, mom, you can't do this. You can't go around eating people!"
"Oh, but I can," she replies with a giggle. "All thanks to that lovely little potion of mine. The only question, really, is HOW I'm going to eat you. I guess I should have thought this through more carefully. Oh, I know, I'll just ... "
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