Marcus lay in bed, snuggled against his sleeping wife. Despite all the jokes about being "over the hill", he found that forty really didn't seem all that old. Actually, in the weeks since his birthday Marcus had found himself feeling more energetic and healthier than ever. He'd even managed to lose quite a bit of weight as the slight potbelly that had been growing since he'd changed to a more sedentary job receded, a development that had greatly pleased Penelope.
He smiled, thinking that it wasn't the only change that she delighted in. In the twelve years that he'd known her, she'd been absolutely insatiable where their lovemaking was concerned, yet every night for the last few weeks, she had been the one to fall asleep exhausted in his arms. He cuddled closer to her, and she unconsciously shifted, wrapping her arms tightly around him and shifting her head to rest against his chest. He wished that his mother had lived long enough to meet the wonderful woman he had married. His wife had much in common with the strong woman who had raised him single-handedly, more than just the name they shared. Both women had a certain commonality of spirit, and he was certain that they would have been good friends. Occasionally he thought that part of the reason he had been drawn to Penelope in the first place was because she reminded him of his mother in many ways. Whatever the reason, he loved her deeply, and still was amazed that he'd convinced such a wonderful woman to marry him. Enjoying their closeness, Marcus let himself drift off into a peaceful sleep.
A couple of days later, Marcus wasn't feeling nearly as well. He was weak and tired, had a stomachache, and felt feverish. He called in sick to work that day, and Penelope stayed home to take care of him. For the first time in a while, he had no interest in sex, spending the evening cradled protectively in her arms. The illness continued for several days, and Marcus found himself losing a great deal of weight, turning thin and bony. As they lay together one evening, he suggested to Penelope that he should go see a doctor soon.
She simply shook her head, saying, "No, love, you don't need a doctor. Everything will be all right soon enough. Just relax and let me take care of you." Her words and gentle voice soothed his worries, and he soon fell asleep.
In following days, he began to feel much better, with only a dull throbbing in his stomach remaining of the intense cramps he had experienced previously. However, he still felt weak and seemed to be losing weight at an alarming rate, and his height along with it! While before he had been a good six inches taller than Penelope, his head was now even with her large breasts. She didn't seem concerned about the changes, though, simply reassuring him again that everything would be all right. Strangely enough, her reassurances were effective, keeping him calm as his body diminished further, trusting her to keep him safe.
He began to notice changes in her body as well. Her breasts seemed to grow even larger, and he was almost certain that her belly had swollen slightly, as though in the early stages of pregnancy. She stared doing some very unusual breathing and stretching exercises. The exercises seemed vaguely familiar to Marcus, but he couldn't quite place them. As he continued to shrink, he became certain that she was changing, and tried to ask her what was going on, but the words came out as nonsense syllables.
He learned the purpose of some of her changes one afternoon when she awoke him from one of his increasingly frequent afternoon naps. She scooped him up into her arms and held him to her bare chest saying, "Drink up, love," as she guided his mouth to her left nipple. Her voice seemed to have changed as well, triggering distant memories of his mother. He began to nurse, and delighted in the taste of the warm milk and the pleasant feeling filling him, calming the throbbing in his belly. She seemed to enjoy his nursing as well, letting out soft moans of pleasure as he suckled. Her breasts always had been particularly sensitive, and he took advantage of that, kneading them erotically as he continued nursing. Her moans grew louder as he continued, and she orgasmed at least twice that he could tell before he had finally drained both of her massive breasts. As he felt himself growing sleepy after his meal, she gently kissed his forehead, saying in a satisfied whisper, "Thank you love, that was wonderful." With a pleased smile, he fell asleep in her arms.
This routine continued for days, with him waking only to nurse, then sleeping again. He lost track of time amidst the endless feedings, until one evening he was awakened by the throbbing in his belly. As always, it was centered on his navel, but now it was even more intense than usual. He tried to call for Penelope, wanting the relief that her milk brought, and smiled when she entered the room in response to his cries. To his surprise, she did not pick him up to nurse, but instead removed her clothes, then climbed into the bed naked. She picked him up now, resting him on her now greatly swollen belly as she spread her legs, pulling her feet in against her crotch.
A distant memory tickled at the edges of his thoughts as she lowered him to her crotch, pressing his throbbing belly against her parted vaginal lips. The touch of her body seemed to soothe the throbbing, calming it. As she held him in place, Marcus felt the throbbing disappear, replaced by an odd stretching sensation that lasted for a few moments before it too faded. As she pulled him away, turning him so that his legs were pointed towards her opening, he saw the umbilical cord that he had just grown, extending deep into her inner recesses. As she pushed him towards her waiting birth canal, the action stirred ancient memories in him and he shifted, positioning himself for easy insertion. His legs disappeared into her depths easily, and he found her warm embrace comforting as her muscles grabbed hold of his hips and began to pull on him in earnest. Ancient reflexes stirring, Marcus wiggled in time to her contractions, helping her to draw him in deeper. He feel his movements arouse her, and intensified them, drawing cries of pleasure from Penelope as he slid rapidly into her intimate embrace. Just before his head disappeared into her body, she paused and smiled broadly at him, reaching one hand up and kissing her fingertips, then touching them to his lips. Then she cradled his head in her hands, supporting it as her muscles pulled him the rest of the way inside, enclosing him in her warm darkness.
Marcus felt her body continue pulling at him, squeezing him past her hips until he finally began to slide into the watery chamber of her womb. He felt his surroundings shake with her orgasm as he emerged into his new home. As he lay floating, ancient memories slowly returned, integrating themselves back into his mind. He remembered when a young Roman couple had desperately turned to an ancient ritual to protect them from the ravages of war. The ritual had worked; despite his fighting in many battles, he was never harmed, and even when the border village they lived in was overrun, the invaders never found Penelope. When the time came to pay the price for their protection they paid it gladly, and Marcus slid into the embrace of her womb for the first time.
When the time finally came for her to birth him again, Penelope set the pattern that had governed their relationship ever since. She raised him to adulthood as her child, until he could support himself. Then she had staged her death as her body changed, re-entering his life as a young woman his age. They had quickly become friends, then lovers, and finally married. The two of them lived happily until just after his 40th birthday, when she once again took him into her womb. He remained there for the next 10 years, until the time came to start the cycle again. So it went, with him living a new life every 50 years, still protected by the same magic, and always with her. Over the course of two millennia, neither of them had ever regretted their decision to perform the ritual. While they both occasionally wished that he didn't lose his memories each time around, it just made them treasure even more the ten-year period when the memories of his past lives returned, before he was reborn to start the cycle again.
Marcus felt a great weariness begin to overtake him, her body attempting to finish his transformation. He smiled, pushing back the urge to sleep. As much as he looked forward to being able to speak with Penelope again, he had a little ritual of theirs to complete first, to reassure her that he had recovered his memory. He reached out with his tiny hands, and began caressing the walls of her womb. He felt her pulse race as his touch excited her. Through the link that was forming between them, he felt her joy at his safety, and the passion he was arousing in her with his caresses. He intensified his efforts, taking advantage of the fact that the ritual had filled the inside of her womb with pleasure receptors, making it the most sensitive part of her body. As he continued his ministrations, he felt his world shake violently as she thrashed about in the throes of passion. Her screams of pleasure became louder and louder with each orgasm, nearly deafening him. Finally, her cries were abruptly cut short as he felt her drift into blissful unconsciousness, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. Smiling, Marcus let himself be carried off to sleep, secure in his true home, the womb of the woman who was at the center of his existence, his mother, lover, wife, best friend, and true soulmate.
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