Regression at the Rawlings Reunion - outtakes and link

Chapter 1
Outtake #1 - Rhonda and Fred

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Chapter Description: Rhonda and Fred were originally going to have a large role in the story, but I ended up having too many POVs, so their part got cut entirely.

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Outtakes from “Regression at the Rawlings Reunion”

Part 1: Rhonda and Fred

By

Groblek

(Rhonda and Fred V1)

Rhonda and Fred were cowering together behind one of the tables as her cousins began to grow younger. She watched all the parents become babies, and for a brief moment dared to hope that it would end there.

Her hopes were dashed when she turned back to her husband and saw him begin to shrink, his formerly tight-fitting suit turning loose and baggy on his adolescent frame. As she stared, Rhonda felt a pressure build in her breasts, and looked down to see damp spots on her blouse where her milk had leaked out.

“Fred, run!” She screamed, knowing what would come next. Not waiting to see his response, Rhonda turned and fled from the man she loved, hoping to spare him her parents’ fate. She had nearly reached the bathroom door when she tripped on a discarded dress and fell face-first onto the floor. As she pushed herself back upright, Rhonda felt something warm slither across her thighs before entering her vagina. It didn’t hurt exactly, but the contraction which followed knocked her back to a sitting position.

“No!” Rhonda wailed, as she saw the other end of the cord disappear into a pile of Fred’s clothes on the other side of the room. Like her, he had nearly made it to an exit before his regression caught up with him. Now, the umbilical began to shrink, dragging Fred from the pile and across the floor to his new mother. Everyone between them was too busy with their own changes to try and assist, as the effect spread through the final generation of Lucy Rawlings’ family.

The pressure in Rhonda’s breasts vanished as her baby grew too young for her milk. She tried to stand, to run, to do anything that might slow this process down, but her body refused to obey her. Contractions continued to ripple through her belly, opening her birth canal for the approaching baby.

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Fred flailed his tiny limbs helplessly as he was dragged closer and closer to his wife. Her pussy loomed above him, and he gazed upon it with horror as it swallowed his still-kicking feet. The worst part was the smell of Rhonda’s arousal, which filled his nose as he fought and struggled.

Moments later, Rhonda’s pubic hair rasped roughly against his face as his wife took Fred completely inside herself. The world grew dim as he was squeezed and contorted, her body forcing him inexorably deeper until he came to rest in a small, cramped chamber within her. The last of the light faded as Rhonda’s cervix closed behind him, leaving Fred in darkness.

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Rhonda staggered into the women’s bathroom, driven by a need to escape, as well as the new pressure on her bladder. As she walked over to the nearest stall, someone shouted from the farthest one.

“Go away! You can’t be in here!” The voice said.

Rhonda glared in the direction of the voice, her fear and anger at the crazy situation suddenly given a target. “I need to pee. I have just as much right to be here as you do!” She snapped as she lifted her skirt and sat down on the toilet. Rhonda gave a brief moment of thanks for clothes stretchy enough to handle a sudden pregnancy.

“No! I mean, we’re not safe unless we’re alone! Didn’t you see what happened out there?!” The voice asked, rising in pitch as the unseen woman became more and more frantic.

Rhonda’s anger rose, making her see red. “See?! Of course I saw, you twit! I’m stuck pregnant with my husband, and now I have to pee because he’s kicking my bladder trying to escape!” She tried to calm down as she let her bladder empty into the toilet. “Look, I’ll go as soon as I’m done, it won’t be more than a moment.” She said, tearing off a piece of toilet paper to wipe herself.

“Nooo! It’s too late now, damn you!” The voice screamed, rising to nothing but the wail of an infant.

Goosebumps ran down Rhonda’s arms and she hurried to leave, dropping her skirts around her as she stood. But she was too late. Something slid its way up under her skirts, and Rhonda felt her second baby’s umbilical implant inside her. The wails grew closer, and Rhonda caught a brief glimpse of a newborn infant before the baby disappeared under her skirts.

She braced herself against the walls of the stall as the sensation of the baby’s unbirthing made her knees weak. Despite herself, the bathroom echoed with Rhonda’s screams of pleasure as her body accepted its second child. As her body closed up once more, Rhonda stared at her belly and sighed.

“Damn. I’m sorry, whoever you are. I guess I should have listened.” She said, shaking her head. A kick from inside connected with Rhonda’s bladder, and she winced. “Oh, that’s just not fair! I shouldn’t need to pee again already!” She groaned, settling back onto the toilet and hoping that no one else walked in.

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As light filled his world once more, Fred tried to push himself towards Rhonda’s open birth canal, only to be stopped by a filmy curtain of flesh which held him tight within his amniotic sac. He watched helplessly as the light dimmed, blocked by the body of his incoming womb-mate. Her struggles stung his side as they were forced together, and Fred was suddenly glad of the cushioning provided by the barrier between them.

Once his new sister’s toes had joined the rest of her inside Rhonda’s womb, Fred watched the light fade once more. Both of them kicked and struggled, doing their best to stop Rhonda from sealing them inside, but it was a doomed effort. Darkness fell, and Fred kicked out in frustration, stopping only when his new sister elbowed him firmly in the side of the head.

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Motion woke Fred from his fitful slumber. His world shook, and he groaned mentally as he recognized the sounds of Rhonda having sex. He knew that he shouldn’t begrudge her moving on with her life, but she was his wife, dammit! Resentment burned away at him as he was jostled against his companion, and he kicked out at the wall confining him.

A man’s laugher sounded, and Fred felt the tempo of the shaking pick up. He kicked again and again, but it seemed to actually excite Rhonda. Finally, he stopped when his companion kicked him. Fred glared, though he knew she could no more see the expression on his face than he could see hers. All he knew about whoever had been enwombed with him was that she had a low tolerance for his antics, and was not afraid to express her displeasure through kicks and jabs. Though they had been imprisoned together for a long time now, Fred had yet to find a way of truly communicating with either his companion or Rhonda. He sorely wished that he had bothered to learn Morse Code in his past life.

The shaking stopped, and Fred’s world settled back into the normal equilibrium. Just as he started to calm down, Rhonda’s walls contracted around him, squeezing tightly. He felt the sharp edges of his companion’s body as the fluid surrounding them both drained away. Finally, it was time to escape!

The contractions kept coming, irregularly at first, but soon settling into a rhythm. Fred could tell that Rhonda was moving about as her body labored to open for her babies. His impatience grew, until finally he began to see light for the first time since the day he had been forced into this place. The next contraction shoved his companion against the light, and she struggled as the full force of it shoved her against Rhonda’s cervix. Fred was battered against his companion again and again, until finally something gave way and she slipped from his side back into the outside world.

Another several contractions pushed away the remains of the sac which had held his cellmate, and Fred tensed, bracing himself for his own journey through his wife’s birth canal. The next contraction was different, less focused, and Fred watched in growing horror as the light slowly dimmed, Rhonda’s cervix closing and trapping him on the wrong side.

He threw himself forward, but the sac enveloping him prevented Fred from reaching the shrinking opening. He caught a glimpse of shapes moving against a bright background before Rhonda’s cervix closed entirely, sealing him inside once more. To his consternation, the space around Fred began to fill with fluid once more, signaling an extended stay. He kicked and beat his fists against her, but to no avail, and eventually exhaustion overcame him.

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Unnoticed by Fred, the same force which had sent him into his wife’s womb exerted itself once more to make changes. As Rhonda’s cervix closed, some of the sperm her new husband had left behind slipped inside. Something had held it trapped just like Fred while Rhonda’s first baby was born, and now that same force guided the little swimmers to an egg which had just ripened from her ovary. As Fred slept, his newest sibling implanted in Rhonda’s womb, ready to grow into Fred’s older brother.

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“Um, I guess you’re only having one baby today.” The midwife on duty said, confusion on her face. “I’ve never seen anything like this happen. I think I’d better call a doctor over, we’ve got to do something to get that other baby out.”

Rhonda sagged in relief as Shar intercepted the woman. “Don’t bother, it won’t do any good. Trust me, I know.” She said, gesturing at her huge belly. “Otherwise I’d have birthed these babies a while ago. You read the news, don’t you?”

The midwife stopped, even more puzzled. “Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“We’re what’s left of the Rawlings family.” Rhonda said, sitting up as her body regained its strength with unnatural speed, careful not to dislodge her new daughter from where she lay nursing.

“So what? Oh! Oh, I see.” The midwife said, eyes widening. “Does that mean she’s…?” The woman asked, gesturing at the newborn infant.

“She used to be my Aunt Alice, before the event. I think.” Rhonda said. At the sound of her name, Alice looked up from Rhonda’s breast. She reached out one tiny hand to squeeze Rhonda’s finger before turning back to her meal.

“I think that was a yes.” Shar said. “At least we know there’s enough of her mind left to remember her name.”

The midwife was slowly backing away from the two women, edging her way to the door. “Well, I’d better let you three get reacquainted. Someone will be back to check on you in a little while.” She said, fleeing through the door.

“This is why I had hoped to be home before the babies came.” Rhonda muttered as she shifted the now-sleeping Alice to a more comfortable position. “At least the staff there aren’t afraid that we’re contagious.”

Shar took her hand comfortingly. “Well, you and Rick should have thought of that before you got all freaky last night.” She teased. “Seriously though, we can’t put our lives on hold over this forever. It’s been three years, how were you to know that she would pick now to come out?”

Rhonda winced as a kick made her belly shake, causing then looked down. “Poor Fred. He’s not taking this well at all.” She sighed. “I can’t really blame him.” Her former husband kicked again, causing Alice to roll aside in her sleep.

“It’s OK, Rhonda. He has to know you’re not doing this on purpose.”

Rhonda took a deep breath, pressing a hand to her belly to calm the angry child within her. “Aren’t I, Shar?” She asked, letting the breath out in a rush. “I’m not so sure of that. It’s awful to say, but I think I’d find this harder if he was the one in my arms right now.” She looked Shar in the eyes, feeling the tears start to form. “With him in there, it’s easier to make myself believe I’m not betraying my first husband by marrying Rick.”

Star shook her head, squeezing Rhonda’s hand hard. “No, Rhonda, don’t think that. This isn’t your fault. It isn’t any of our fault, but we’ve got to deal with this the best way we can.”

“But what if that’s why Fred didn’t come out this time? Is he trapped inside me because part of me doesn’t want to let him out? I pledged to be loyal to him until death, and as long as he’s not born, I can pretend that doesn’t still bind me. What if that’s keeping him in here?” Rhonda sobbed.

Shar’s arms wrapped around Rhonda from behind, careful not to disturb Alice. “That’s ludicrous, Rhonda. If our desires had anything to do with this, Bethany would have had her babies the day after the event, not still be pregnant three years later!”

Rhonda just held her cousin for several minutes, while Fred’s struggles slowly weakened, then finally stopped entirely. “You’re right, Shar. I know you are, but it’s just so hard.”

Shar gave her another hug before letting go. “We’ll all get through this together, Rhonda. What’s left of our family has to stick together.”

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(Rhonda and Fred V2 - As you can see, they had a progressively reduced role after the first major revision.)

The Entity walked slowly around the room, extending Her senses as far beyond this new body of Hers as possible while She adjusted the weave of her hasty pattern. As She passed an overturned table in the back, She felt the presence of two mortals whom She had missed. She reached out to their threads and wove them into the pattern with a frown.

The form this Binding had given her certainly had some inconvenient limitations. Before She had incarnated, all the souls for miles had blazed in Her sight. Now it seemed that a pair of mortals could go unnoticed mere feet from Her if She did not pay attention. But there were so many distractions here in the mortal world that it was hard to concentrate on just one thing. One of the souls within Her womb shifted, and She closed Her eyes, turning Her attention within for a moment. The souls resting inside Her blazed with an intensity the entity had never before seen.

She opened her eyes, a broad smile on Her face. Despite the limitations it placed on Her, this form was enjoyable in its own way, and She was in no hurry to give it up. She looked back at the couple who had tried unsuccessfully to hide from Her as their changes began, determined to make sure they did not escape Her notice a second time.

“Rhonda, help! It’s happening to me now!” The man cried out, looking over at his wife. His formerly tight-fitting suit sagged and bunched up on his now adolescent frame.

The woman, Rhonda, turned to stare at her husband, then grabbed her chest. “Ow! What?” She asked, looking down to see damp spots on her blouse where her milk had leaked out.

The rush of fear that came over the woman was delicious, and the watching Entity moved closer still, reaching out to touch the pair with incorporeal hands. She grabbed Rhonda’s crotch with one hand , unraveling the panties beneath her flowing skirts. With the other, she pressed Fred’s shrinking body to the ground, one finger dipping into his belly button as forgotten pathways in his body reawakened in preparation to support him in his new mother’s womb.

“Fred, run!” Rhonda screamed as realization dawned on her. She turned and fled from her mate without waiting to see if he followed. The Entity let her go, merely reaching out and tugging on a strand of reality. A line of darkness followed Ronda’s fleeing form across the room, originating in the place the Entity had touched her. The other end of the line connected to her husband Fred, who struggled back to his feet as the Entity let him go. His clothes were left behind as he toddled away in the other direction as fast as possible.

Another twitch of a thread, and Rhonda stumbled, tripping on a pile of clothing that had gone unnoticed in her panic. As she struggled to stand, a fleshy cord sprang into existence at Fred’s navel, quickly growing along the unseen line connecting them. The Entity smiled as Rhonda wailed in horror, the cord growing taut and pulling Fred’s infant form across the room to her.

“No!” Rhonda wailed, and Fred flailed his tiny limbs helplessly as he was dragged closer and closer to his wife. All that their protests accomplish was to make the Entity smile as She feasted on their fear. She crossed the room in a single stride, spreading Rhonda’s legs and reaching a hand into the woman’s body to relax her muscles for the coming baby.

She grasped Fred with Her other hand as he was drawn close and slid his feet inside, enjoying the horrified expressions on the faces of both Her mortal toys. She pushed Fred inside with Her own hands, following him closely enough to see the despair on his face as his wife’s cervix closed behind him, sealing him inside her.

The Entity then withdrew from Rhonda, allowing the woman to dash into the women’s restroom in a vain attempt to find safety. The Binding on Her belly sent a warning pulse through the Entity’s new form, drawing Her attention away from the room once more.

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Mindful of the limitations of this form, the Entity left the main room to check out the bathrooms, remembering the woman who had fled there. She started with the men’s room, quickly weaving the two men inside into her plan, then leaving them even as they began to regress. Twin umbilical cords slithered out the door in search of a new mother for the pair. The shock and terror of simple regressions no longer held Her interest for long, not now that She had gorged Herself. She hat a taste for more complicated emotions now, and went in search of them.

In the women’s room, She found Rhonda getting up from the toilet. In the stall next door, another woman yelled, and the Entity could taste the fear from the woman.

“I’m telling you, we’re not safe unless we’re alone! Didn’t you see what happened out there?!” The voice asked, rising in pitch as the woman became more and more frantic.

Rhonda grew angry, an emotion the Entity recognized from Her own self, and She drank deeply of it as Her previous victim yelled in response.

“See?! Of course I saw, you twit! I’m stuck pregnant with my husband, and I had to stop and pee because he’s kicking my bladder trying to escape! Just let me finish and I’ll get out and let you try to hide, for al the good it will do you.” Rhonda spat at the woman she could not see. “We already tried that, and you see where it got us.”

The Entity could not resist the opening and reached out to bind the two women together. She liked what She saw in Rhonda, but the other woman was too whiny and boring. She would not do as an anchor, so a baby she would be.

“Nooo! It’s too late now, damn you!” The voice screamed, rising to nothing but the wail of an infant. The Entity picked her up and carried her over the stall’s barrier and into Rhonda’s. The woman had stood up from the toilet as soon as the screaming started, but it was already far too late.

The Entity lifted Rhonda’s skirts and opened her birth canal a second time. She tuned out Rhonda’s protests, focusing on the more interesting emotions coming from her former husband. He was determined to escape, and She had to hold him back with one hand as She added his new sister to Rhonda’s womb.

“Damn. I’m sorry, whoever you are. I guess I should have listened.” Rhonda said as the contractions ended once more. A kick from inside connected with Rhonda’s bladder, and she winced. “Oh, that’s just not fair! I shouldn’t need to pee again already!” She groaned, settling back onto the toilet and hoping that no one else walked in.

Unseen, the Entity watched Rhonda and her babies for a while longer, assessing them. Rhonda seemed stable, and more resigned to her new state than most of those the Entity had made pregnant. Yes, she would do nicely.

 

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