As Samantha breastfed the twin baby girls, she basked in a growing glow of maternal love. The sensations of her newly female body, and her sense of responsibility for these twin babies, were drowning out her sense of the man she used to be. But despite the girls happily suckling from her, Samantha felt there was still something missing. Even though she was an exact copy of the mother who had come in and transformed, Samantha hadn't truly given birth to these babies, and thus they weren't truly hers. "Maybe I can regress them even further..." she thought, bouncing her twin girls gently as they fed. Finally, when the babies had drunk their fill and drifted off to sleep, Samantha clothed them in diapers from the former woman's bag and dressed herself up in her clothes before leaving the changing room with her girls.
She walked away from the beach and to a swimwear shop nearby, where she bought a baby carrier for twins...and a set of maternity swimwear. Shopping bag in hand, Samantha returned to the changing room, still thankfully empty, and went into a large handicapped shower stall, closing the door behind her. She placed her things on a nearby bench and set the girls down on the shower floor. They both woke up and squirmed on the cold tile floor, whining a little. "Shhhh," Samantha said. "You're going to be very warm soon." She stripped, opened her bag and took out a top, a nursing bikini top with clips for easy feeding. She put it on and felt her breasts swell immediately, growing warm and heavy with fresh milk that leaked into the bikini's pads. She took out the bikini's bottom, one made for a woman in her fifth month, and hesitated. This was a huge decision, and what remained of Samantha's formerly male mind was screaming not to go through with it. But a single glance at the babies chased those thoughts away. Samantha put her legs through it and pulled it up, moving it to one side to keep her vagina exposed.
The effect was immediate. Samantha's lower lips puffed up and darkened like a pregnant woman's, preparing for the oncoming reverse birth. She clutched her stomach and sank to the ground, severe cramps suddenly seizing her lower abdomen. Pressure built within her like gas, and she felt her uterus grow, pushing her belly up slightly. Something deep inside her released as her cervix irised gently open, followed by a strange slithering sensation as something slid down her birth canal. Her lips bulged slightly and then parted, two umbilical cords issuing forth from them and moving to the confused infants. The slick ropes of flesh burrowed into the two children's navels, and the babies began to cry, but they fell silent as the cords began to pulse rhythmically. Samantha watched, entranced, as blood and other liquids flowed through the cords, out of her vagina and into her newly connected daughters. She was truly their mother now, nourishing them with her own body. But there was still one thing left for her to do.
The cords began to reel back into Samantha's body, one faster than the other. She picked up the babies and placed them on her stomach, laying back and spreading her legs as wide as they would go. She kissed her first child on the forehead as it drifted off to sleep, then felt her vagina yawn open even wider and knew it was time. She took the baby and eased first one foot, then the other into her womanhood, gasping as she felt her hips shift apart with a grinding, wrenching motion. She pushed the baby inside herself, grunting and sweating as she felt contractions begin to grip her whole body and slowly devour the child. The little girl sank into Samantha, pulled inch by inch by her motherly muscles. After an hour of reverse labor she breached the cervix, and slid easily into Samantha's waiting womb. Samantha placed a hand on her belly, swollen big with her child, and smiled. "Right where you belong," she whispered. She prepared herself for her other daughter, pushing her into her wet, hungry pussy.
The second baby was easier than the first, and took her place with her sister after only 15 minutes. Samantha lay back and gasped, her contractions ebbing as her cervix tightened and sealed. She adjusted the swimsuit so it covered her genitals, and relaxed, both hands on her enormous belly. There was a dark line running down it now, through a popped-out navel, and she cooed as it steadily shrank down to five months.
"I'll see you very soon, my beautiful girls," Samantha said, rubbing her belly and drifting off to an exhausted sleep.