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She came into my room and stripped down, before planting a kiss on my forehead. Before I could say anything, she started to take off my clothes. First, she unbuttoned my nightgown, getting it off of me, before she took off my bra, then she moved onto to taking off my panties. With us both being nude, she climbed in my arms, snuggling close to my bared body.
After about a few hours, on the bed, I noticed that my breasts felt heavier and, without realizing it, I muttered, "Suckle." I could feel her licking before licking turned into suckling, a stream of milk pouring into her mouth. Finished with one, she lapped at the beads of milk on my other nipple, before she started to suckle. While she suckled, I felt something more off about my reproductive system.
Prior to this, I remembered feeling something somewhat solid in my uterus but my gynecologist couldn't find anything strange or, for that matter, cancerous, before I was thrown back that month of Hell, glowing red amorphous objects forced deep into my body, penetrating even my cervix. At the moment, I felt whatever it was growing, expanding my womb. As she nursed, I felt my milk ducts further expanding, my breasts growing, my areolae darkening, my mid section swelling.
When she was finished feeding, I found myself rubbing her back, a gentle caress, something I haven't really done before. Bringing her closer, I kissed her on the forehead, some kind of realization happening to me. Nothing about what happened here was sexual in its nature. "Intimate" certainly, but not sexual. Holding her to my bared body, the forehead kisses, feeding her from my breast conjured up something familiar, intimate. She didn't seek me out for some misplaced sexual reasons, instead, she came to me like a child seeking their mother.
As I realized this, my feelings towards her shifted from "sisterly" to "maternal", a faint red glow emitting from my womb, as fluids started pouring out of my vagina. Her own belly was glowing, however, it was a surface glow where her navel is and something was growing from it. She would sleep for a bit before waking up, her mouth finding my nipple again, suckling, while I started to spread my legs, as much as I could while on my side.
My midsection continued swelling and, at some point, I recognized that an umbilical cord—this veiny, glowing red rope-like structure with a mass at the end—was growing from her body, slithering towards mine. I felt it graze my leg, before it went against my clitoris, traveling between my labia, parting them, entering my dripping vagina. My womb was pulsating, growing, and, unlike that month of Hell, her cord penetrating my body didn't feel painful, no, it felt rather pleasurable.
Like before, with one breast emptied, she went to suckle from my other one, while her cord ventured further into my vagina, before I felt it in my cervix, entering my dilated cervical canal, travelling up to this pulsating, expanding mass in my uterus. She had finished suckling, just snuggling close, while I felt her cord implant into my uterus, through this mass. Holding her in my arms, I shifted my position to be a bit more upright. My womb was still glowing and, eventually, I felt blood starting to flow through her cord, my heartbeat along with hers.
After kissing her on the forehead, lighting petting her hair, gently caressing her back, I gently placed her betwixt my spread legs, her feet pointing towards my sex. With her cooperation, I pushed her feet into my sex, while my body contracted, my vagina stretching. Panting, feeling some more pleasure, I continued to steadily pushed her into my body, before I just let the contractions do the rest. My body was convulsing, while I orgasmed, contractions taking her into my womb, impregnating me in this unconventional way.
Shaking from my orgasm, I could feel my cervix shut, the mucus plug forming, while my belly shrank down to a more manageable size. My womb wasn't glowing as much but I could feel her move. With my vulval regions tingling, I felt the need to rub them, lightly masturbating to calm down my orgasm, arousal fluids staining my bed. When my body calmed from the orgasm, I got up, went to the bathroom, taking a shower, cleaning myself up, before replacing the sheets.
After getting redressed to the best of my ability, while petting my new form, I further realized that Ragyo's depravity altered my reproductive system, residual life fibers taking up in my uterus from that month of Hell, allowing for this to happen. As I realized this, feeling her move, responding to my petting, I felt my heart hurting before I felt overcome with a deep maternal resolve, whispering, "I'll be a good mother to you."
I knew she could hear me, as she wiggled, little giggles playing out in my mind. I had a list of things I needed to do and I wondered as to how I would explain what happened, if I'd be able to. As I noted the things I needed to do, I started to cry, before feeling a small bit of frustration. Hormones, most likely. After settling down a bit, I decided that I'd wear loose fitting clothes and wait a bit to tell everyone that I was pregnant. It'll be a like a pleasant surprise.
I'd schedule prenatal appointments, pick out baby clothes, get supplies, and sing to my little daughter. Whatever Ragyo didn't do for me as a mother, I'd make sure I'd do for my baby.
While I prepared for her rebirth, I waited a month to go to the doctor. I was nervous but not because of motherhood, no, instead, I was nervous out of protective feelings towards my baby. I didn't much care for pelvic exam portion because that has always been unpleasant and I expressed as much. Thankfully, it was short, nothing unusual in that department. My blood was drawn and I think I urinated a bit too much, but, again, I was content that was over with.
The most fascinating thing about my first appointment was the ultrasound and I would be colored surprised when the doctor announced that I had two growing babies inside of me. I was mystified, as I never had any sex before unbirthing my sister and she was regressed to a fetus, not a zygote. Again, I was reminded that of what Ragyo did but my initial shock went away as I mused that, at least, my daughter wouldn't be so lonely with a sister and remembering that I have two breasts.
No matter what happens, Ryuuko's destined to have a sister.
Feeling rather giddy, I went home and resumed my preparations, making sure to order double the supplies for twins. By that point, they seemed to be awake, as I felt them moving, seemingly getting acquainted with each other. Ryuuko already came with her name, however, I wasn't so sure as to what call to the twin but I think I opted for a simple name, "Shie". Certainly, I'm not so narcissistic to name my child after myself.
Still, I wasn't sure how to tell anyone besides that I'm pregnant and that it's "a long story".
Quietly, after swearing him to secrecy, I did confide what happened to Shiro, specifically, that Ragyo violated my body more deeply than initially thought, that, somehow, life fibers had taken up in my womb, and that, along with another baby, my sister was inside of me, too. "Aside from their 'conception', the pregnancy is operating like a typical one from what my OBGYN said." I told him, petting my belly.
He would ask me as to how the process felt and, as I explained, I found myself starting to rub at my vulva, remembering the sensation of her cord entering my body. Iori was quiet for a bit, as he watched me masturbate, as I finished explaining her the sensation of her cord penetrating my body surprisingly didn't hurt, "The experience felt rather pleasurable for some reason." My actions seemed to be contradictory, as I was having a rather casual conversation, while masturbating, only pausing to orgasm, before resuming the conversation
"So, how do you think you'll do as a mother?"
"I know that, whatever Ragyo didn't do for me as a mother should have, I would do for my daughters."
"How do you feel being pregnant?"
"To be honest, I think it feels 'nice'. I know that giving birth will be painful, however."
It was quiet for a moment and, after the pause, I told him, "I don't even remember being held by any mother figure but, certainly, I want very much to hold my babies in my arms." I would ask him if my babies could feel how much I love them before I backtracked and told him that was a preposterous question because of their small movements in response to my voice.
I'll be the best mother I can be for my little ones and I won't turn out like Ragyo.
Life calmed down a bit after that, as I continued preparing, singing to my little ones, and keeping up with prenatal appointments, my body swelling with love for my new children. By a point, I started to speak with Sukuyo-sama, who recently became a midwife, about giving birth and she walked me through what to expect with labor and what ideal positions to go with when it comes to delivery.
"When I had my kids, I was squatting, more-or-less, and that worked for me."
"Oh?"
"See, the best positions are the ones where gravity helps."
Calmed down, until I went into labor, that is. I knew that I could trust Sukuyo-sama with helping me to deliver them. As I expected, it was painful, actually, I don't have anything I could have compared that pain to, however, I would deem the pain worth it to hold my babies in my arms.
Remembering what she said about birthing positions, I knew not to be on my back. Surprisingly, Shie was born first and, from as much as I could see from my position, I may as well have given birth to myself, while Ryuuko re-entered this world next, looking no different than when she entered my womb, except for that she was much smaller, a newborn.
Exhausted and sore, I was resettled in my bed, deemed as healthy as I could have been while my daughters were weighed, diapered, and placed in my arms, ready to feed. After their stomachs were filled, they seemed sleepy, so I started to hum them lullabies. I'll admit that I didn't feel so confident but, holding them in my arms, I knew that I would keep my promise to be a good mother.
"I love you, my darlings." I whispered, waking Ryuuko briefly, before she fell asleep again, snuggling closer to her sister, both buried in my warmth, listening to my heartbeat.