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In a Womb with No View

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Abe Dell came to senses, a pounding in his head, or rather, through his head, his body, Abigail's heartbeat serving as an endless metronome.

It was strange, suspended in fluid, "breathing" it in as his lungs practiced what would be needed soon. He clenched and unclenched little hands that looked so foreign and alien in orange glow of light passing through skin. Looking further down was his new umbilical cord, planted into the wall. Here in Abigail's womb, there was no responsibilities, no expectations, just an exchange of nutrients and waste.

Curious of something, Abe Dell tried thinking of the Rulebook. He was supposed to always have access to it and a means to write. As if it had always been just outside his amniotic sac, the book floated down. Seemingly waterproof, the pages seemed backlit as he could perfectly read all the additions he had made. He let it go and it simply floated up and out of view.

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He did what he could to stretch in the cramp space. A weeklong vacation from everything. All needs catered. It felt like a good time to get some sleep. Muffled noises from outside of Abigail's body provided further white noise.

Abe was back in that hospital of tall bikini clad nurses, the clicking of sharp heels ever present. He was in a cart for newborns, sized up to fit his 3 foot tall adult body. Taped was of gauze on his belly button, delightfully large diaper making him feel smaller. Newborn cap on his head, little socks on his feet, he was otherwise naked. It took effort to sit up this time, his body feeling new, to his left was Abebi and Abbelina, on his right was Aberdeen, they were also 3 foot tall, caps and socks, belly button taped over. They began to rouse.

"Abe, chu is born, hiii." Said Abbelina.

"I want mommy." Pouted Aberdeen, arms crossed over her breasts.

"Nurse saided her is napping affer she had all...one...one...in all of us." Explained Abebi, unable to count.

A nurse approached all the small adults, "Good morning little pumpkins, who wants cummies before we go see mommy?" She asked with a big smile. Abe laid back down and lifted his feet up, likewise did the harem sisters. A few more nurses came in, baby pink vibrators were applied to the women. Abe's nurse opened his diaper and just started blowing him.

He came and felt relaxed, head in the clouds, his harem equally placated. The carts started getting wheeled out and down the hall.

With massive breasts, Abigail sat up, happy to see her babies, she didn't have a cap on, but had similar socks and diaper.

"My babies, did you all have fun? Mommy is going to be a wetsy betsy after how much you all stretched me out so good! Come here, have some milkies." Abigail called out, looking exhausted. Abe and Aberdeen were placed in her bed. They both latched on.

Suddenly someone new entered. A big towering man, maybe 9 foot tall, scruffy beard on his square jaw. He was wearing flannel and jeans, suspenders on, a hatchet at his side like he had just returned from a day of lumberjacking.

"Baby! Babies! Daddy's here!" He said in his deep voice, picking up Abebi and Abbelina in a big hug to shower in kisses, taking a seat by Abigail to give a kiss.

Abe was caught off guard. This was a man, no The Man. Testosterone given form. As he suckled on the teat, he couldn't help but feel emasculated. So small and infantile.

Next thing Abe knew, he was home, still drinking milk from Abigail, as was Aberdeen, but now he was in a baby pink dress, same as Aberdeen. Abebi and Abbelina were toddling around. That's when Daddy came in, Abigail held her mouth open. Before he knew it, Abe was looking up at a hairy ballsac as Abigail was facefucked.

"Any problems with the girls today?" He asked. Abigail gave muffled comments as the large cock just kept slamming the back of her throat.

"Ready for finishing school? Abe wasted no time, must have really impressed the teacher, the first boy to be a graduate of Madam Herschel's Finishing School for Girls. I think Abe is ready for you-know-what."

Again Abigail could only give garbled grunts with his hefty cock down her throat. He grunted. Abe could feel Abigail's stomach swell from **** volume, she had cum dripping from nose and eyes. She handed Abe up to Daddy.

He was put on the dining table, diaper ripped open, looking down he saw his little peepee in a baby pink chastity cage. Daddy was taking it off, the harem all around Abe as they ood and awed. Abigail handed him something. An even smaller cage, it was practically flat, same baby pink. Abe squirmed as it was put on, as soon as it was locked in place, it was seemingly gone. Abe had no awareness of having a dick. He was a ken doll! The diaper was taped back shut and Daddy started massaging Abe's chest. The intense heat and pressure made him feel like his rib cage was swelling. Abe was sat up and looked down at his new pair of DD breasts.

"Now what does a baby girl need to always remember?" Daddy asked.

With a blush, Abe replied, "Put eberwyting in my mouf and swallow wike it milkies."

"Good Girl" said the fading Daddy.

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Maybe it was all the estrogen he was floating in, maybe it was how he was avoiding responsibilities. He certainly hadn't acted like a man since having the Rulebook, chasing diaper-high after high. His time as a little man had been brief, just a day. Maybe when he was birthed he would dabble more into the sissy side of ageplay. It wasn't his favorite genre, being a big baby should be fun and supportive, not a series of embarrassments and guilt. Maybe he owed it to the harem he afflicted with diapers and infancy to "pay it back" whether they were aware or not.

But first, another nap sounded good. It was so hard to tell how much time was passing.

"Hey toots, how my favorite piece of ass doin?" Asked Aberdeen. She was wearing a white shirt and dirty jeans, maybe having finished a construction job? Abe looked around and down at himself. He was thickly diapered, but with a pink ruffly diaper cover, wearing high heels, a princess peach-esque dress covered, well his rib cage, his svelte stomach was shown off with no fabric obstruction. Aberdeen simply came up to him and smacked that padding, grabbing it deeply.

"Aberdeen, you know how sensitive boys are, even a nice compliment like that, all that testosterone just makes them crybabies." Announced Abigail, walking out of the kitchen in some casual t shirt and pajama pants, shaking a big baby bottle, "Isn't dat wight my widdle piddler? Hmm, I got num nums, does my widdle baybee want num nums?"

His face was intense scarlet, but he nodded yes to the blonde's offer. Mincing over to where Abigail sat on the couch. Without thinking Abe knelt down between Abigail's feet, on the floor. As if it the baby bottle was her cock, she slung it between her thighs to offer the nipple.

Over in a laz-e-girl recliner, Abebi scratched her stomach, loose tank and booty shorts on, switching the channels, "Who deleted my recording of the NBA finals?"

"I set up the boy lock, I think it did a system reset? Sorry." Called out Abbelina from the kitchen.

"I only really pay attention to the cheerleaders, na'whu'I'msayin?" Laughed Aberdeen as she sat down, some can of beer in her hands. "Dem toight boys waving pom poms around dem kiesters."

"Oh that reminds me, it's getting to be that time of the month, where are his keys?" Asked Abigail.

Suckling on the bottle, Abe let out a little squeak of displeasure. Did the girls really need to talk so openly about his cycle? Yes he was going to be horny, and locking him in a smaller cage was the most sensible way to keep him from getting super emotional, but it was still embarrassing to so openly say. Now getting all flustered he may have started getting a semi erection. All these femine women were just exuding estrogen.

Aberdeen belched and cracked open another cold one. Abebi simply let the news play.

"Tonight our top story is the ongoing protest outside city hall. Boys have been calling to have the right to vote, in an interview with Dr. Gonzalez, she dives deep into male psychology." Announced an anchor, their co-host chiming in, "This is really just a testosterone driven tantrum that has been given too much media attention, a spanking and a nap would have them sorted out."

"Like a boy could really vote on real issues, they would be listening to what their balls say, this is all that liberal ideology that boys could read like women and should be starting school before turning 15." Abebi added.

"Is Abe an empty headed himbo only good for what his mouth can do, sure, but discrimination based on gender shouldn't be the law of the land." Abigail said, petting Abe's head as he kept drinking his bottle.

"Agree to disagree, long as my clit is getting sucked, who gives a crap if he can see spot run." Aberdeen said before burping again, crushing the empty can between her tits.

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