Regression at the Rawlings Reunion - outtakes and link

Chapter 2
Outtakes #2 - Assorted characters

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Chapter Description: These are several scenes where I deleted the POVs used here, though I did keep the overall scene idea in some cases.

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Rawlings Reunion Outtakes #2

Assorted Characters

By Groblek

(Molly)

Molly’s breasts ached, and she looked down to see damp spots forming around her nipples. Lucy looked back up at her, longing and fear warring on the new infant’s face. Molly gasped, the pressure in her breasts rising to a painful level, then reluctantly reached for the buttons on her shirt.

“Is this what you want, Mom?” Molly asked, pulling her bra up to free her breast. “Ow! Gently!” She yelped as Lucy pounced on the breast, suckling greedily. The pressure eased, and Molly gave a sigh of relief. “That’s better. I forgot how much it hurts to be full of milk.”

A yelp from beside her made Molly look up, face suddenly burning with embarrassment as she realized that she was nursing her mother in front of their entire family. Looking around, she realized that most of them were too busy to notice, as her siblings were too busy coping with their own return to their twenties. She sagged back in relief, switching Lucy to her other breast as she improvised a modesty cover from her mother’s discarded clothes.

Minutes later, the regressions seemed to have stalled, and people began to stare at Molly, making her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Is that Mom?” Her brother Mark asked, eyes wide as he walked over for a closer look.

Molly nodded. “I’m afraid so.” A thought struck her, and she hastily wrapped Lucy’s skirt around the infant’s bottom. “Um, can you ask if anyone has a diaper or two to spare. Mom’s likely to need one when she finishes here.” She said, making a disgusted face at the thought.

She watched Mark walk over to another table, and saw him asking one of his granddaughters. Just then, she felt a sharp cramp in her belly, and doubled over in pain. The spike of pain receded quickly, but something tingled inside her, and Molly felt a tickling sensation against her thigh. She looked down and screamed.

“No! No, no, no!” She yelled, staring at the fleshy cord which protruded from her skirts and connected to Lucy’s belly button. Lucy stared too, then thrashed in agitation, adding her wails to those of her daughter as she realized that their relationship was about to reverse completely.

The cord between them pulled taut, and Molly lost her grip on Lucy as the infant’s skin turned grayish-red, the outer layer transforming into a slippery, waxy substance. Lucy’s wails were muffled as she was dragged underneath Molly’s skirts, her fingers grasping uselessly for purchase on the smooth silk.

Molly shivered as Lucy’s feet pressed against her labia. She shook her head, mouthing “No!” over and over as her birth canal stretched to allow her mother to pass into her body. To her horror, the process actually felt good, really good. Despite her horror, Molly felt her body respond to the feelings, nipples hardening as she unconsciously spread her legs to allow the rest of Lucy inside. As her labia closed over her new daughter’s head, Molly bit her lip hard to keep from screaming in orgasm.

As her body settled down again, Molly looked at the floor, cheeks burning in shame. Becoming pregnant with her mom was bad enough, but to have enjoyed it? She shook her head, pushing away the small voice in her head that told her to enjoy the afterglow. She finally looked up, bracing herself for the shocked stares of her family. To her surprise, only a few of them were looking at her. Most of the fingers pointing in shock were aimed elsewhere, and Molly saw her siblings’ clothes scattered around the floor, their occupants now screaming infants.

She looked for her husband Tom, and found him nursing from their daughter, Eve. Mother and daughter’s eyes met, and Molly tried to look sympathetic. She winced in very real sympathy as an umbilical grew between Tom and Eve, and Molly’s daughter got to share her mother’s experience, as she too became pregnant in the same bizarre reversal of childbirth.

Eve’s orgasm was louder and less controlled than her mother’s had been. Her cries were joined by screams and moans from two of her cousins as the rest of Molly’s generation began to disappear into their daughters’ wombs.

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Molly felt the kicking inside her increase for a moment, then fade away, and looked down to see her pregnancy melting into her body. She was soon left with a smooth, flat, belly devoid even of the stretch marks left by Molly’s natural children years earlier.

“Mom! No!” She screamed, feeling a pinch deep inside as her ovary welcomed the last bit of Lucy into itself.

She didn’t have time to mourn, as the world spun, and Molly found herself staring up at the ceiling from a pile of her own clothes. Her mouth refused to shape words as she tried to call for help, and a thick cord shot out from her own belly as she regressed past infancy. The cord pulled her across the room, and Molly had one last glimpse of Eve’s shocked face before her daughter’s skirts blocked the light of the outside world. She was squeezed through a warm, wet tunnel, coming to rest inside her daughter’s womb. There, Molly was pressed tightly against her former husband as they became their own twin grandbabies.

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(Kelly)

Kelly felt arms wrap around her, and she turned to embrace her Aunt Trish, eyes firmly shut as though she could thereby deny what had happened to them. The two of them took wordless comfort from each other, neither one able to speak. She could feel the babies inside Trish moving frantically, then slowly calm down. After a moment, she opened her eyes, and gasped. “Trish! No, not you too!”

Trish opened her eyes and looked down at her own belly in shock. It was shrinking rapidly, but that wasn’t the worst part. Already, an umbilical was growing from her projecting belly button, and as they stared in horror, it slithered into Kelly. That cord was swiftly joined by two more, one each from Hilda and Stacey.

“No! No, no, no!” Trish screamed as she began her own descent into infancy. She tore at the umbilical between herself and Kelly, causing them both to scream in pain, but to no avail; the cord remained undamaged. Then Trish’s body began to regress in earnest, all her babies reduced to twinkles in her eye as their new mother became a teen, then a child.

Kelly scrambled backwards until she bumped up against the door which had closed behind her. Trish was sliding towards her now as the umbilical shortened, and the other two were close behind. Kelly closed her eyes and tried to dissociate herself from her body as it pulled the trio inside to join Gwen.

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(Paul)

Paul had been enjoying playing videographer for his grandmother’s party, up until everything went strange. Now, he stared at the back of the camera, unable to believe what he had just recorded. First his grandmother, then his mother, regressed all the way back before birth? That couldn’t possibly have just happened, could it? He must be dreaming, he just knew it.

His mind shied away from the thought, refusing to acknowledge what was happening. He reached for the camera, intending to play back the images, to reassure himself that the scene before him was mere imagination. Instead, his hand struck empty air as the camera receded out of his shrinking reach.

Paul stumbled and staggered his way out from behind the camera, before tripping over his shrinking clothes and staggering across the floor. He watched his youngest daughter, Claire, stoop to pick up her mother’s infant body from the piled-up dress she had been wearing, then collapse into the chair Paul had abandoned when he stood to check his equipment.

As he crawled towards them, Claire got a funny look on her face and fumbled with the buttons of her blouse as damp patches began to form around her nipples. The infant in her arms lunged for Claire’s bare nipple as she pulled her bra free, and Paul stared, trying to comprehend what he saw. His wife couldn’t possibly be nursing from their daughter, yet it was happening right before his eyes.

Paul was now close enough to smell the milk Fawn was guzzling down, and his arms instinctively reached up towards the woman providing it. His stomach rumbled as his body insisted that he needed some too, and Paul was helpless to resist. Claire scooped him up from the pile of clothes with one hand, and settled him next to the baby girl already at her breast. Paul let his new body’s instincts guide him to suckle from her, his mind still in shock. From the glazed look on Claire’s face, she too was running on instinct, responding to him as though he and Fawn were her infants, rather than her parents.

Paul looked over as his wife grew agitated, her body turning bright red as she regressed to within hours of her birth. Then she slid downward, and Claire began to moan as her body opened for her first baby. Paul was jostled by the contractions, and clung to Claire’s breast as her body pulled the infant inside, hoping that he would not share Fawn’s fate.

That hope was dashed mere seconds after Claire’s labia closed over her mother’s head. An umbilical cord grew between Paul and his daughter, and his body began to tingle as it regressed still more. All too soon, he was looking up from between her legs as his feet sank into the greedy depths of Claire’s birth canal. It pulled him inexorably inward, and his last sight of the outside world was the light glinting off the videocamera he had set up, dutifully recording its owner’s exit from the world.

Once inside, the crushing pressure of Claire’s labor calmed, and Paul sagged in exhaustion against his companion as fluid filled the space around them. A tough membrane formed between them, leaving them isolated, yet still closer together than he had ever been to another person since his first birth.

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(Justin and Margaret)

At the sound of his daughter’s screams, Justin bolted to his feet, followed by his wife, Margaret. They sprinted towards the door even as their own regressions began. Clothes dropped off of the pair as they ran, their bodies shrinking more rapidly than any yet. His oldest daughter beat them to the door, and Justin relaxed for a moment, until Kelly’s scream joined her sister’s.

Justin tried to run faster, but each step was shorter than the last, and he finally collapsed halfway to the door, Margaret right beside him. Together, they crawled a few more feet before their arms and legs gave out entirely, leaving them unable to do more than listen to the sounds coming from the room as they themselves continued to regress.

Claire’s calm shattered under the first screams, and she immediately tried to stand. Her muscles shrieked in protest, still recovering from her parents’ unbirth, and she fell back into the chair, making it creak in protest. Before she could try again, two more umbilicals had wormed their way inside her, and she looked over in shock to where Justin and Margaret lay, clinging to each other for comfort.

Justin and Margaret stopped abruptly, their progress halted by umbilical cords which now connected them to Claire, who was seated nearby. Shar winced in sympathy as they were dragged backwards to Claire’s chair.

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop it.” She heard Claire say as their bodies became smaller still. As the cord between them continued to retract, she lowered the pair between her legs, determined to make this as gentle as possible for them all. Her first contraction hit, opening her birth canal for a second time that evening as her body prepared itself for two more fetuses.

Justin continued to cling to his wife as Claire’s body blocked his view of the rest of the room. The umbilical cords tightened, and he felt Margaret dragged out of his arms and into the birth canal which had opened for them. Their tiny hands tightened on each other’s wrists, and Justin let himself be pulled along with her, refusing to be parted from his love.

He could hear Claire’s breathing quicken as her muscles pulled Margaret inward. His wife’s torso quickly disappeared, then her head, leaving only her tiny arms extended, still gripping Justin’s own. The next contraction pulled Justin’s forearms inside too, and he heard a cry of pleasure from Claire before her labia slid over his head, muffling and changing the sound.

The contractions hurt, squashing Justin’s head so hard that he could feel the bones in his skull shifting and deforming. Then his head popped into a larger space, relieving the pressure enough for the pain to recede. The rest of his body was soon squeezed inside to join his head, and Justin found himself in a cramped, dim space. He could make out two other forms moving around besides Margaret, but curtains of tissue blurred their outlines enough that he couldn’t make out details before the light disappeared as Claire’s cervix sealed up again behind him.

Margaret wrapped her arms around Justin in a tight embrace, and he held her likewise, the two of them clinging together for comfort as their new world shook and settled around them. Their bodies were contorted into positions that Justin would never have thought possible outside this place, but which seemed surprisingly comfortable despite the tight quarters. He felt another curtain of flesh from around them both, which then filled with liquid, providing the couple some cushioning from their new siblings.

Justin clung close to Margaret as light entered their world once more and another baby was forced into the cramped space of Claire’s womb. A sixth followed that one, and Justin was squashed even closer to his former wife as the baby’s head pressed into his back. He felt a tingling sensation in the arm and leg closest to Margaret as the circulation was cut off by the pressure.

Another flicker of outside light distracted Justin from the sensations as it illuminated his most recent two companions continuing to shrink. As a seventh baby joined them, the previous two shrank into nothing more than tiny blobs stuck to the walls, smaller than even Justin’s infant hands. The seventh began to shrink as well, and Justin looked back at Margaret, afraid of what might be happening to her.

As he turned, Justin felt the tingling in his limbs grow stronger, and the light that came in with their next womb-mate gave him a shock. His limbs weren’t falling asleep, they were being absorbed by his wife’s body! Margaret stared back at him in horror as their heads grew closer and closer together, their bodies conjoining and shrinking into that of a single baby.

Claire’s body calmed, and the pressure against Justin and Margaret relaxed as their newest siblings shrank to an embryonic state. Their own regression came to an end just before their heads came into contact with each other. Time passed, and they both relaxed enough to cautiously lean their heads against each other, hoping they would not conjoin there as well.

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Three years later

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Justin rested his head against Claire’s chest as Margaret gulped down their mother’s milk. The birth had been exhausting and painful, their heads crushed together in Claire’s birth canal as they were forced from her body. But the ordeal was finally over, and at least they were in the outside world once more.

He looked in the mirror on the wall, staring at the body he now shared with his wife, as though their predicament would change if he stared hard enough. But no matter how often he looked,

the image in the mirror remained the same. From the shoulders down, they appeared to be a newborn baby girl, the sole differences being a somewhat broader chest and the two necks and heads which protruded from their shared body.

At least his own face appeared dimly familiar from long-ago baby pictures, as did Margaret’s. Otherwise, Justin was certain that he would have lost his tenuous grip on his sense of self entirely. Even so, the image made him shudder at the strangeness of it all.

Sensing her other half’s agitation, Margaret reached up one of their hands to stroke Justin’s head, careful of the still-tender bruises on his scalp from their birth. The sensation was simultaneously soothing and unsettling. Justin was able to feel both sides of the touch, though the sensations in the hand felt different when Margaret was controlling it, as though they were being filtered through her first. He could taste the milk she was drinking in a similar fashion, though Margaret’s nursing seemed to calm his own hunger just as if he were the one suckling.

When Margaret had finished, Justin felt hands reach under their body and lift them from Claire’s chest. He was pressed against a second pair of soft, warm breasts, and looked up into the face of his eldest daughter. He let out a startled yelp, and felt Margaret turn her head to look as well.

“Hi, Mom, Dad. You have no idea how glad we are to see you again.” Justin heard Kelly say as she rocked them in her arms. “Gwen fell asleep waiting, but she’ll be happy to see you when she wakes up.” Kelly said, gesturing at a bassinet next to her. Justin’s eyes went wide as he recognized his youngest daughter, now no more than a few months old. He heard Margaret wail in shock as she recognized their baby girl.

Justin felt a warm presence against his back, and looked up in to Claire’s smiling face. Her touch helped calm him, and he felt Margaret react the same way to their new mother’s touch. Kelly handed them back to her, but stayed close, pressing next to Claire with a supportive touch that spoke of long intimacy with each other.

“Just one more shock today, I promise. And I hope you’ll like this one.” Kelly said, sounding suddenly nervous. “Claire and I, well, we’ve been helping each other through this, and getting really close, and…” She took a deep breath, before getting the words out all in a rush. “And we got married a year ago tomorrow. I wanted you to see it, but we had no idea when any of you would come out.” She stopped, and Justin could see a need for approval in his daughter’s face. He exchanged a quick look with Margaret, then together they reached out their hand and laid it on Kelly’s shoulder, doing their best to nod.

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