He—no, *she*—felt her clothes shift, the fabric swirling around her reshaped body. Her outfit became Padmé’s elegant navy shawl dress. But more than her physical form had changed. Deep within her womb, something stirred.
A sudden warmth bloomed inside her as the transformation completed. She felt eggs within her new womb *becoming fertilized*, life sparking to existence within her. A gasp escaped her lips as her belly began to swell outward, firm and round. Within moments, she was six months pregnant, her uterus filled with amniotic fluid, her womb stretching to accommodate two growing fetuses—Luke and Leia.
Panic flickered in her mind. *I shouldn’t be pregnant—I shouldn’t be—*
Then, a soft kick from within silenced her doubts. A maternal warmth surged through her, her instincts overtaking any remaining resistance. Her hands instinctively cradled her belly, her breath hitching as she felt them moving inside her.
Her mind swirled with new emotions, new memories. Padmé’s thoughts, her feelings, her love for Anakin, her devotion to her unborn children—it all intertwined with what remained of Seth’s consciousness. He had always admired her, even had a crush on Natalie Portman. But now, *she* *was* Padmé, and she couldn’t be happier.
The pregnancy advanced rapidly. Seven months. Eight months. She found herself seated in *Padmé’s apartment*, wearing the olive gown, watching Coruscant’s skyline. Her belly pushed against the fabric, full and tight, her twins kicking as she lovingly rubbed her womb.
Padme’s Ruminations.
I was wearing Padme’s Olive Dress. Or Olive Gown.
the couch in Padme's Apartment at 8 months pregnant with Luke and Leia.
While wearing Padme's Olive Gown or mine since I'm Padme now.
With my hair curly stopping at my back shoulder area with a Hood on the Olive Gown as I got up and walked to the window.
The hood was down.
A purplish cloth wrap around my breast area on the Olive Gown.
Over the Olive Gown.
A maternity bra and panties turquoise in color against my soft and firm breasts and tight pair of vaginal lips and skin.
Soft and nice texture.
Under my Olive Gown.
Leia inside my womb above my cervix.
me getting up from the couch in Padme's Apartment at 8 months pregnant with Luke and Leia.
While wearing Padme's Olive Gown or mine since I'm Padme now.
With my hair curly stopping at my back shoulder area with a Hood on the Olive Gown as I got up and walked to the window.
The hood was down.
A purplish cloth wrap around my breast area on the Olive Gown.
A maternity bra and panties turquoise in color against my soft and firm breasts and tight pair of vaginal lips and skin.
Soft and nice texture.
Under my Olive Gown.
Leia inside my womb above my cervix.
42 H cup size breasts soft and firm, a nice perfect hourglass figure, wide womanly child bearing hips, thick thighs, a nice perfect round plump firm heart shaped bubble butt to.
Sitting down in my chair or in Padme’s Apartment, I felt Luke and Leia kicking me as I rubbed my pregnant belly.
My womb and uterus was pushed out against the dress.
I I felt my womb and uterus grow out to eight months pregnant as I looked down at my voluptuous womanly body, my big eight month pregnant belly was tight in my.. dress. I put my hands on my belly, feeling my twins kicking me from inside of my womb and uterus. My womb and uterus feel so full with my eight month twins. I felt my twins kick me a lot.
Here is a **third-person continuation** of your story, focusing on the **internal struggle between Seth and Padmé**, leading to the final surrender where **Padmé fully takes over — body, mind, and soul**.
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The late afternoon light cast a soft golden hue through the sheer curtains of the apartment, filtering across the elegant furniture, the tall cityscape of Coruscant beyond, and the serene stillness of the room. On the deep burgundy couch near the window, **she** sat—eight months pregnant, cradling her full, round belly with both hands.
The **olive maternity gown** draped over her perfectly sculpted frame. A **deep purple cloth wrapped around her upper chest**, providing gentle support to her **heavy, soft 42H breasts**, while beneath the dress, **a turquoise maternity bra and panties** hugged her curves. Her **curly brown hair**, shoulder-length and slightly tousled, fell neatly around her glowing face.
But behind her calm, beautiful expression, a war still raged—**a fading whisper**, clinging to the edges of her mind.
> “I’m… not supposed to be here. I was… Seth. I watched this movie. I admired her. I was just… watching.”
The thought echoed, faint and tired, like a fading dream after waking. But it was harder now—**harder to hold onto that identity**. Each time her fingers brushed the **taut skin of her belly**, feeling the soft kicks of Luke and Leia, the illusion of “Seth” faded a little more.
She stood slowly, the weight of her **pregnancy shifting her balance**, her **childbearing hips swaying** as she walked to the window. The **hood of her olive gown** slipped slightly from her back, the soft folds accentuating the strength and poise in her posture.
> “I remember being Seth… but it doesn’t feel like *me* anymore.”
She whispered the thought aloud, but her voice wasn’t Seth’s. It was **Padmé’s**—warm, rich, and deeply maternal. Her soft lips curled into a serene, almost bittersweet smile as she rested one hand gently beneath her swollen womb.
> *“Seth watched the story. But I’m living it now.”*
Her fingers traced the curve of her belly, where **Leia nestled just above her cervix**, shifting softly beneath the skin. Her other hand instinctively rubbed lower, calming the stirrings from **Luke**, whose tiny feet pushed outward with strength.
A sudden wave of emotion washed over her—a sharp, powerful flood of love, fear, longing, and clarity. She stumbled slightly, catching herself on the window frame, her breathing deep and heavy. **Memories—Padmé’s memories—surged forward.**
Her wedding to Anakin.
Their secret kisses.
Whispers in the darkness.
Tears in the Senate chamber.
The way he touched her when she told him she was pregnant.
The night they conceived the twins.
> *“It felt so good… to be his.”*
The thought wasn’t Seth’s. It never had been. It belonged to **Padmé**. And in that moment, **Seth slipped away completely**—a ghost, an echo, a distant presence absorbed fully by the **will of the woman now standing in the window**.
She turned, slowly, a look of serene acceptance softening her already radiant face. Her hands both returned to her belly, rubbing slow, soothing circles as her twins continued to stir.
**Padmé Amidala**—wife of Anakin Skywalker, mother of Luke and Leia—had taken her place fully.
> **Padmé (softly):** “Seth is gone. He watched the story… and became part of it.”
She smiled, her expression calm but filled with a quiet resolve.
> **Padmé:** “I am Padmé. This is my life now. My children, my home… my destiny.”
She moved to the bathroom for a warm shower, already thinking about what she would cook afterward. Life continued. Her life.
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Would you like me to continue with the **shower and after-dinner scene**? Or explore a moment where **Anakin finally arrives**?
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