Tristin led her daughter towards the snack bar and every step they took she had to slow down as Jennifer began to get younger and walking became harder. Jennifer went from babbling every so often about random things to literal baby babble as Jennifer held her in front of her and assisted her in walking. However that didn’t last long as Jennifer’s legs soon buckled and Tristin had to pick her baby up. She paused a few feet from the snack bar and removed one of her breasts from her bikini. Jennifer quickly patched in and began to suckle milk while Tristin cooed her daughter and rubbed her spray of soft hair. That hair began to revert as Jennifer grew down further and further through the months growing wrinkly and fat as she got smaller and smaller. Then with a sudden pop she was gone and Tristin had a very swollen pregnant belly. For a second labour pains and massive cramping filled her nether region before her very pregnant stomach settled. She rubbed the unborn child happily as her belly began to shrink backwards. She waddles into line at the snack stand and each position she moved forward was accompanied by another month being torn off her pregnancy. She had a distinct baby bump when she reached the counter but it didn’t affect her walking. Her cravings made her order ice cream and once it was handed to her she started to walk back to her husband. Each lick on the cone made her belly shrink more and more until it became invisible. Her hot beach body was back and she walked over to her husband who grinned at her when she sat down. She ate the remainder of the ice cream cone and rested her head against Tucker’s chest. He played with her hair as the fetus inside her got smaller and smaller until finally it split apart into a sperm and an egg that were in the process of merging. The ghost feeling of fucking just before heading to the beach filled Tristin and Tucker as reality shifted so they were trying for a baby.
“Maybe i’m Infertile,” Tristin lamented unaware that the sperm was digging into her egg and fertilizing it. A full zygote was formed as she said this and she had no idea it had.
“Don’t say that,” Tucker reassured Tristin while continuing to you with her hair, “It just means we have to fuck more.”
“Oh you,” Tristin replied before Tucker grabbed her breasts and pressed his dick into her Buttcheek, making her squeal and begin giggling at the feeling. They exchanged a kiss and Tristin’s mood was lifted as the promise of a thorough fucking later that day hung before her.