It was time Ashley knew what kind of struggles Carmen had to live with. She quickly changed "woman" to "mom" and watched.
A crib appeared in the corner of the room. On Ashley's vanity now sat diapers, powder and baby formula. A lullaby could be heard as a mobile spun to keep the little girl in the crib from waking up.
Meanwhile Ashley had put on more weight. Her large breasts were rounder and fuller. Ashley found herself holding a breast pump in one hand, her boobs hanging free and dribbling milk down her chest. Her small potbelly had expanded into a flabby gut. She silently pinched a roll, stunned by how much fat she was able to grab. Her thighs were thicker as well, and her butt was chunky and sagging slightly. Her makeup was gone, and she felt exhausted. Bags appeared under her eyes from sleepless nights getting up to feed her little girl.
"Motherhood wasn't kind to your figure, huh? What're you, at least 200 pounds now?" Carmen laughed.
"What do you mean motherhood? How are you doing this?" Ashley felt like she was going insane. Somehow Carmen was changing her, and she had to put a stop to it.
"The kid in that crib is yours. Now you're a mommy just like me." Carmen pointed to the crib.
"This is my child?" Ashley asked as she slowly went to the crib and saw the little girl. She could feel maternal instincts kick in, but how was this possible?