Indira positioned herself so that her depositing organ was in Samay's receiving pouch. She grunted, sending the twins into his pouch, where they would gestate until he birthed them through his vagina. Indira appreciated that men and women worked together to produce and raise children. The men birthed them, and the women fed them. Speaking of...
"Advika, dear, time for lunch!" Indira called. Her teenage daughter came into the living room, her diaper rustling. She was a freshman in high school, the same age Indira and Samay had been when they had her. She didn't have a boyfriend yet, but her parents were still very proud of her. Her potty training teacher, Ms. Sophia, said she was the quickest study she'd ever seen.
"It's about time," Advika muttered, crawling onto her mother's lap. She latched into Indira's bare nipple and began to suckle. While she nursed, she played on her phone. Indira sighed. Nursing used to be a bonding moment, but now Advika was too glued to her phone to care.
Indira was still proud of her daughter, though. She was the only person in her grade to become diaper dependent so far. It had taken Indira and Samay until they were seniors to be diaper trained, and Advika mastered it as a freshman.
Izumi felt warmth as she peed her diaper. Her husband Saburo, his belly bulging from the six children Izumi had put in him, waddled over to the corner of the room where he had laid Ayako fourteen years ago. He grunted, slowly pushing out each egg. Not for the first time, Izumi considered herself lucky that women had penises and men had vaginas. She didn't have to lay eggs, she just kept them warm until they hatched.
Once Ayako was finished, Izumi went over to the eggs and sat carefully upon them. She'd stay there until they hatched in a few days. Until then, Saburo would take over nursing Ayako. In some places, they did things differently, but her family wanted to stay true to tradition. And it would be a waste of Saburo's massive breasts to do otherwise.
Izumi closed her eyes, ready to take a nap. They were lucky to be rich enough to afford a house with a nest room. After all, they lived in Tokyo.
Ayako, her stomach full of milk, went back to her room, grinning at her phone. Finally, she had the app! She wasn't sure how she had lost it, or how she got it back. But she knew that she needed it to get back to normal.
She just had to figure out what was different.