Unbirthed - TG Caption

My wife and I were fighting, again. It's always the same argument. The woman wants a family. She’s desperate for it, full on baby crazy, but I'll have none of that mess. Sure, I may have implied (maybe more than implied) when we got together that I was open to the idea, that I was looking for the same things she was. But really, kids are terrible. They’re disgusting little disasters constantly waiting to happen. I like my life the way it is and if she wants more, that's too damn bad. I tell her all of this and watch with a small amount of twisted satisfaction as her face crumbles. I do manage to feel a little bad when a tear leaks from the corner of her eye, but she really only has herself to blame.

It's at that point we both hear a rumbling sound from her stomach, like she hasn’t eaten in a month, and she just spotted a big, juicy steak. Her eyes go glassy, and she opens her robe while reaching down between her legs. I don't know what she’s doing but she doesn’t seem to be entirely aware herself as fingers probe at her pussy before apparently finding whatever they're seeking. To my horror, she grabs something and begins to pull a moist, glistening tentacle-like tube from her vagina until it extends out more than the length of her arm. The glassiness in her eyes fades somewhat.

She looks conflicted about something before her expression hardens. Her eyes fill with determination and more than a little anger as she looks from the thing in her hand to me. She takes one step forward.

Step "You promised me a family, Jack, a child." Step

"I don't care what you think I promised. I changed my mind. I want nothing to do with children, not anyone else’s, and not yours." My words are tough, but I subconsciously take a step back.

Step "You did make me a promise, Jack, a commitment. A child of my own, boy or girl, I'm not picky. But now, I've changed my mind too." Step "You owe me a child, and I want a little girl!"

Quick as a snake, she darts forward, forcing my shirt up and plunging one end of the fleshy tube into my bellybutton. I scream in terror, but the expected pain doesn't come. Instead, I feel something snaking its way through my body, growing out from the point of penetration. I want to push her away, to undo whatever she's doing and force this thing out of me, but my muscles weaken, my body slow and lethargic. I begin to slump, and she catches me in her arms, seeming stronger than she ought to be. I’m lowered to the floor, unable to resist. With a smile both loving and terrifying, my wife begins to hum a little tune as she pulls off my shirt and unties the string at my waist. Efficiently removing the loose-fitting sleepwear, she sits back looking satisfied. Slowly, she spreads her legs, offering an unfettered view of the source of the thing now connecting us. There, between her legs an umbilical cord emerges from her dripping vagina.

“What are..you… doing…,” I try to ask, but I barely have strength to speak. Still, she hears me and responds.

“I will have my baby, Jack. A daughter, my perfect little girl, and you're going to contribute, whether you want to or not. You’re just going to have to give a little more than before,” she finishes with an unhinged titter.

“But…how..?” I barely force out. I don’t have time to hear an answer before the situation gets, somehow, even weirder. I feel a pulse from the umbilical growing out of, or into my belly, and something starts to pull. Not physically, not yet anyway, but something essential is draining through the line, from me into her. I grow even weaker, breath shallowing, vision dimming.

“How? It's magic Jack, and no, I'm not going to explain it to you. Not yet anyway. Don't worry though, I'll teach the wonderful daughter you're becoming all about it."

She laughs again and I want to cry, but I don’t have the energy. Through hazy vision, I catch sight of my hand and arm. They're… smaller than they were before, smoother, almost like when I was younger. The shape is off too, the proportions slightly different than I remember. My fingers are too long and slender, my wrist too dainty. It’s hard to get a clear idea as everything's still changing, still getting smaller. My entire body is growing lighter, the pounds melting away, but it’s more than just physical weight.

Thoughts flash in my mind as I relive memories of fighting with my wife, of the time before when we were happier, of the beautiful younger woman I first met. It feels like someone has a stack of pictures that make up my life and they’re flipping through them backwards, discarding as they go. Pieces of my identity are plucked away, smoothed over. At first, it's terrifying, but as each memory fades, it's replaced by something else. Not another memory, not some other life, but a lightening of my concerns. All the things that weigh me down, the memories that cause anger and pain are washing away, one at a time. Strangely, I don’t feel like I’m losing myself. The core that makes me... me, is still there, but all the painful detritus of an unhappy life is being forcibly stripped out and replaced with a simple, lighthearted joy.

I look up again at my m-... my wife. The smile is still there, but it no longer looks crazed. The expression on her face isn’t one of anger, but of love. It’s a look I haven’t seen from her for some time, and her smile makes me want to respond in kind. I’m so happy that she’s happy I can’t contain it and giggles burst out of my mouth, rising in pitch as my body continues to shrink and change. I’m much smaller now, the size of a small child, and by instinct, I reach out my arms. Slowly, carefully my mo-... my wife picks me up and cradles me in her arms. I’m so small now she can do so easily. With a happy hum, she raises me to her breast and pops a large, warm nipple into my mouth. I react without thought. There really isn’t much thinking left in me, but I’m happy, I’m safe, and I’m more than a little hungry, so I begin to suckle. This goes on for a while, her holding me in her arms, and me mindlessly, joyfully drawing sustenance from her.

I'm even smaller now. It’s getting harder to see things far away, but I can still make out her eyes, and the pieces left of me that remember see a happier woman than I ever knew. The emotion resonates between us, and I gurgle back at her with a toothless grin. She raises me higher, kisses me on my tiny bald head, and whispers in my ear.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. You have to go away for a while now, but Mommy’s going to keep you safe, and soon enough, I’ll get to hold you in my arms again.”

There's a tug at my belly, and mommy lowers me between her legs. Something warm surrounds my feet, something constricting. The feeling rises higher, engulfing my knees, my thighs, my waist.  I offer one more happy gurgle, and Mommy pats me on the head. Arms lower to my side and I slide further in, up to my chest, my shoulders, my neck. Vision dims completely and my breath slows to nothing, little lungs no longer necessary. For now, Mommy is breathing for me and the world fades to black as I'm pulled entirely inside. Everywhere is warm and tight, the ultimate full body hug. As I lose consciousness to the comforting sound of a heartbeat surrounding me, I feel two hands press on from the outside of Mommy's belly.

Welcome home little one. My perfect little angel. I'll make sure of it.