You are round and soft, and being held firmly in place by a strong fabric. You have an eye, a perfect circle, and right in the middle of your body. You realize that you can't talk.
'Hello? ' you think, 'is anyone here? '
'I am, Jack, ' you hear the voice of your mom replying, 'do you know what you are? 'You feel a hand grab you and shake you a bit. Oddly, it kind of turns you on.
'No, what happened? ' you ask. 'Jack, ' she says, ' I turned you into my breast.'
'What the hell mom, change me back! ' you yell. 'I can't do that, it's a permanent spell!' She seems strangely happy about it.
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