The Banana

You feel a strange sucking sensation and mild vertigo as your vision goes black. You feel the weight of something lying on top of you.

Suddenly light floods in and you realize that you have been buried under a pile of your own clothing. A massive hand closes around you and you are lifted up, finding yourself staring into the face of your mother, now a giantess compared to you.

You try to move, but find your muscles - now made of banana - only partially responsive. You try to speak, but make no sound.

As you had with her, your mother places her finger on your concave surface and draws it slowly down the length of your tiny body, frowning as it encounters nothing as it along its path.

"Where did it go?" she asks, then smiles. "I wonder...." And she continues to move the finger down the lower end of the banana that lies between your legs. A wave of pleasure surges through you and you feel your peel tighten against your inner substance.

She laughs. A little cruelly. But you are in no condition to notice.