"It's sad, that we'd have to leave them", you say. "But I just want to be your slave. I only want you for my mistress".
Your mom smiles. "Ok then", she replies. "It's you and I forever. May as well do it now. The sooner we're in our new home, the sooner you can be a dildo. My pussy is starting to get hungry. She needs some breakfast".
It only takes your mom a few minutes to create your duplicates and leave the house, probably for the last time. She takes you to San Francisco, and moves into a large penthouse apartment, overlooking a marina. She's invented a new identity for herself, but decides to keep her Christian name, Claire. As far as everyone else is concerned, your mom is now Claire Matterson, an heiress who's just inherited a multi-million dollar fortune from her late grandfather, and she moved into the apartment a week ago. The greatest change she makes though, is a pretty amazing one. She makes herself younger. Within about thirty seconds, your mom goes from being a 42 year old woman, to a 21 year old woman. Standing on her bedside table, you find yourself staring up in awe, at the most gorgeous 21 year old giantess you've ever seen.
"Like it?" she asks as she holds her hands out from her sides.
"Yes mistress", you reply breathlessly. "You are so...so...perfect. You really are a goddess. I feel so privileged that you allowed me to be your slave. But I'm not worthy of such an honor".
Your mom giggles. "Ohhhh of course you're worthy", your mom replies. "You came from my body. I created you. I guess you could say that you were born to be my slave. And I have to say, it makes me feel so hot, think that I've made my own son my sex slave. It turns me on to think that I'm doing something so wrong. Most people would be disgusted, but I don't care. You're mine. You're my property...my slave...my sex toy. You will be mine for all eternity. And you will give so much pleasure. Starting right now. My pussy..is starving. She really needs some breakfast".
"May I be your vagina's breakfast mistress?" you ask as you stare at the enormous slit above you. "Please, mistress".
"I had you in mind all along my eager little slave", your mom replies with a mischevious grin. "You're just the kind of meal my pussy likes to eat. You'll be a very satisfying breakfast".
"Thank you mistress", you reply. "I will do my best to give you all the pleasure you want"
"I know you will", your mom replies as she sits down on the bed and gently lifts you off the bedside table. She smiles broadly as she holds you up to face. "And when my pussy has finished having you for breakfast, I may us you to satisfy another hunger".
"Y..you mean..you'll eat me?" you ask nervously.
"Yes" she replies as she licks her lips. "I'll eat you. You are a slave after all. To be used in any way that I..your mistress..your goddess..desires. Besides, I'll be hungry after fucking your little body".
"B..but I'll die", you say as the nervousness gives way to fear. And also shock that your mom would use such a strong swear word.
Your mom giggles. "Silly little slave", she says. "I'm a goddess, remember? You can't die unless I want you to die. I can cook you, eat you, digest you, have you drift through my blood stream, and then...let you out...without killing you. And since you did give up your life to serve me..I'll even make it painless. I know it's a terrifying thought..being eaten alive. But you'll be perfectly safe. Anyway...you are my property, so I can eat you if I want. And I will want. And as my slave, it's you're duty to obey me. Isn't it?"
"Yes...yes mistress", you reply "It's your right to eat me if you wish. It's just that...I'm scared. But if you say that I'll be ok, then I believe you. I trust my mistress. Even so, now that I think about it, I guess it would be pretty cool to be a part of my mistress's body for a few hours".
"Good, then that's that settled. Now all I have to do...is decide whether to enjoy you as an eleven in tall slave, or shall I turn you into a dildo and enjoy that way?"