Rules Revision before Rebirth

Hearing more trips to the doctor, Abe Dell summoned the Rulebook as it seemed like his rebirth was coming due, Abigail was going to soon evict him.

Old Rule: Birth is a painless process, bordering on orgasmic.

Old Rule: Women no longer shed a uterine lining monthly. Instead sperm activates the growth of a lining, and on the next ovulation the egg released will be fertilized.

Old Rule: As the male ejaculate now does more, it's males that have a monthly cycle, outside of the peak of that cycle, sperm production is negligible, at the peak a man's hormones are out of balance, sex drive is higher, and emotional control is more tenuous.

Old Rule: Being the more level headed of the sexes, women are socially dominant, with males being seen as the more delicate and 'fairer' sex.

Here in the womb, Abe couldn't appreciate the retroactive change to the world as he flipped the gender roles as a secret gift to his harem for being good sports about being unwitting participants in a variety of AB/DL scenarios.

Now remembering why he was flipping gender dynamics, he struck out the genetics-based ABDL hard coding.

Old Rule: Delicate and soft males, especially around their time of the month, are assumed to not have control of their penis. Infantilization of males is a deep rooted bias. Diapers keep their messy hoses in check, and their harem will commonly cage them in chastity as a safety precaution.

Just after finishing the rule revisions, Abe felt a pressure change. His sac seemed deflated, the water was breaking. The vacation in Abigail's womb was going to be over and he was going to have a month-long montage of what growing up in this role reversal world would be like.

The pressure of muscular walls started to bear down on him, pushing him forward towards a crack of light. Abe Dell felt like he should hold his breath, but his umbilical cord was taking care of that, he only had a mouthful of amniotic fluid. The quiet heart beat that was his soundtrack all week was now disturbed by beeping machines, people yelling, and lights that were blinding.

Blinded, cold, Abe Dell couldn't really focus until he found himself back in contact with that heartbeat he was intimately familiar with. Looking up, a sweaty and tired Abigail was smiling down at him as he laid on her bare chest. "Hey Little guy, welcome back. I don't know if you understand me, but I love you so much my little baby boy." The blonde cooed.

Not able to talk, Abe felt a new dimension of love for Abigail, she was no longer just a woman roleplaying as a mommy for him, she was now a literal mommy girlfriend. Further cemented in his heart as he latched onto her nipple to try eating for the first time in a week.

Singularly focused and relearning his body, Abe Dell was less aware of the room around him.

It was the special research clinic that was recording his unique age regression properties. No other man was around. Abebi, Aberdeen, and Abbelina were present. Abe was the only one diapered. They were in sensible casual clothes, sweat pants, jeans, nary a skirt or dress in the bunch, Abigail's hospital gown was the only exception.

The experience had wiped Abe out, in the middle of breastfeeding, he fell asleep.

He awoke feeling sore all over, hungry, and sitting in a soaked mess. He was in a baby swing, parked in the living room with the TV going. A cartoon was playing, some boy in a dress with a bow in his hair was learning to help his father bake a cake. His father was in a pink babydoll dress, diaper on full display, wearing heels that matched the color of the bows in his braided beard. It quickly just became noise as Abe's collective discomforts made focusing difficult. Reflexively crying out in a high pitched wail.

"Is my growing little boy getting all fussy wussy?" Called out Abigail. Wearing a robe, she walked into view, no longer looking sweaty, either she had a quick shower or Abe was asleep longer than he thought. His arms reached up and out desperately for his mommy girlfriend. Hoisted out of the plastic trappings, he found he was long enough to be sat on her hip. The hunger was most pressing, so he was already pulling on the robe, not aware that he had no issues holding his head up, he latched on, Abigail having to move and maneuver to accommodate her growing bundle of joy.

"Ow, easy now, those new teeth are sharp..." Tutted Abigail as she sat on the couch. "Well the doctors say you understand everything, just having issues learning to control your body. I'll still be making milk long after you would normally be too big, so be prepared to be my titty boy, even when out and about. Oh be prepared to have the worst, and longest, case of PMS. All those growing pains on top of your bizarre cock functionality. Any cage we get would just be outgrown until you taper off aging."

That explains the soreness, Abe thought it was just the birthing process, but he said he would be biologically aged up by month's end to be 26 again, that would be roughly a year of growth per day. His supercharged growth spurts were probably why he felt so ravenous. He was mobile, not fresh from the hospital immobile, and had teeth, so maybe a year old already. Probably was asleep so long because of growing.

Aberdeen came out from the kitchen, two sandwiches on a plate. "Here you go madam mommy. As soon as he can get back in the kitchen, the better we'll all be." She said, wearing what would be considered a wife beater with jeans, cracking open a light beer. The two ate their lunch.

"So, how are you finding the first day of your two week maternity leave?" Abigail asked Aberdeen.

"Well since Abebi and Abbelina couldn't swing it, just means I'll have a time and half when I get back and have to beat bad habits out of the apprentices, they'll be installing wires like little boys, no doubt. But for now, just going to play two knuckle fuckle during all his naps."

"I know we're rotating, but I wish I was going to be reimpregnated next, him playing on my bladder wasn't fun, but ya'll heard my screaming in the stirrups, I think I understand all the pregnancy porn." Abigail said as she helped Abe switch tits.

Aberdeen changed the channel to have a football on. Athletic women on the field, the cheerleaders all were scantily clad men, long hair tied up in ribbons matching the team colors, a skirt that was essentially just a fringed belt swaying over diapers. These men were beardless, much more twinkish. Shaking pom poms on either side of padded bottoms.

"Ba ba ba." Abe managed to get his mouth to say, unlatching, doing a wiggle to emphasize the currently greater distressor that was his loaded diaper.

"Aberdeen, help me out." Abigail said as she just laid Abe out on the coffee table. Aberdeen got up and brought the cases of mixed size diapers, and wipes.

"You know, you aren't really his mom until he hoses you." Aberdeen teased as Abigail.

"Yeah yeah, and you aren't really a woman until you spank your father for doing the same, ha ha, I think I know how to cleanly change a baby." The blonde responded.

"Mama." Managed Abe. Since Abigail invoked Murphy's Law, he did spray her in a surprise spurt of urine. Aberdeen chuckling.

"Don't." Abigail warned her, instead grabbing a wipe to start cleaning the messy near toddler.

"There is reason we keep those things caged, better to be pointed down with no control." Aberdeen said and went back to watching football.