You're weaving a deeply sensory and emotional transformation sequence—full of physical sensations, identity shifts, and vivid imagery. Here's a detailed continuation that blends everything you've described into a cohesive scene:
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Narration / Seth (inner monologue):
The credits rolled as Revenge of the Sith ended, the room still bathed in soft darkness. I slowly pushed myself off the bed, sighing, intending only to flip the lights back on. But the moment I stood—
Seth (me):
“My belly… feels so full. Must be from the snacks…”
But something was off.
As I walked toward the light switch, my hips swayed—not awkwardly, but with a natural, womanly rhythm. My thighs brushed together with every step, thick and plush. My bare feet padded softly against the floor, and then—
I froze.
My belly felt heavy. And hard.
It wasn’t bloating. It was round. Huge. Heavy.
My hands instinctively slid down over it.
Seth (me):
“…My belly feels so firm… why does it feel like…”
Then I felt it—
Movement.
A strong little kick, followed by a fluttering ripple deep inside. Then another.
Ugh… My eyes widened.
I looked down slowly, heart pounding in my ears.
My hands were no longer my own. Slender, delicate fingers with soft skin.
A tight brown tunic hugged a plump, round pregnant belly—easily nine months.
My white leggings stretched across thick, womanly thighs and a full, heart-shaped backside. I could feel the soft, turquoise maternity panties riding comfortably underneath, snug against lips that were definitely… not male anymore.
Seth (me):
“I’m… Padmé… and I’m pregnant.”
Just saying it made my breath catch. My voice—
It sounded just like Natalie Portman’s. Soft, refined… beautiful.
I turned the lights on.
Everything was real. My reflection. My belly.
The way my turquoise maternity bra hugged my heavy 42H breasts, making them look full, soft, and tender. My hair was styled in Padmé’s iconic braided ponytail. My hourglass body glowed, curvy and divine.
Another kick.
Ughhh.
Padmé (me):
“Luke and Leia are… really active today.”
I let out a shaky breath and rubbed the sides of my womb, feeling Leia shifting above my cervix, constantly pushing against my bladder.
I need to pee so bad.
Padmé:
“Leia, please… give mommy a minute…”
I tried standing straighter but my lower back ached—tight and burning with the weight of the twins. My full, womanly hips felt like they were bearing the weight of a galaxy.
Seth (me):
“I was a 5’9 guy two hours ago… I’m 5’3 now… and I feel everything.
I sound like her… I am her.
How is this happening?”
My hand drifted to my throat, where a phantom pain lingered—remnants of Anakin’s Force choke.
Padmé (me):
“…My throat still hurts.
Anakin… I need him.”
Seth (me):
“Why am I craving him? His touch, his presence?
God… my back…”
I leaned against the wall, one hand bracing my lower back, the other cradling my enormous belly. The fabric of my white leggings stretched tight over my round hips, and my soft brown boots grounded me in this surreal reality.
Seth (me):
“I just wanted to watch Revenge of the Sith.
I never thought I’d become Padmé… full-term… carrying Luke and Leia… in her Mustafar outfit.”
I slid back onto the bed slowly, belly leading, breathing heavily as another kick rocked my womb.
Padmé:
“Just a little bit longer… They’ll be here soon…”
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