"Four foot, eight inches... Four foot, three inches... Four foot even. Well, Ethan, who's the shrimp now?" asked Carl antagonistically to the now prepubescent Ethan. Doris, for whatever reason had seemed to stop growing younger, probably while Ethan was quickly losing his clothing and racing through childhood for toddlerhood.
All Ethan could bring his shocked and panicking mind to say as he became a Kindergartner, "I'm sorry Carl... I made a mi--mistake."
"You did, and now you're gonna go through it like I did!"
"You're a downright bastard," said Doris as Ethan's emotions began to get the better of him and the young toddler began to cry. She picked him up and began rubbing his back to hush him.
"He took my life from me, and you call me a bastard?!"
"And all you can think of to respond is striking back, like the child you are," snapped Doris, who wasn't going to put up with any shit.
"Well, you better get ready for your new son," emphasized Carl with a smirk, and Doris looked down to notice that her oversized shirt and bra had been pulled down by the infant Ethan, who was now nursing from her breasts, which were starting to feel oddly... heavy, while Ethan felt increasingly lighter and smaller in her arms.
"I never had a kid... never wanted one."
"Well, you're about to get one. Consider this a second chance,"
"I'll do this to help Ethan, but even so, I'm taking you to court."
"And sue me for what? I'm sure my company has declared me long dead by now. I haven't got anything to lose."
"Doesn't mean I can't land you in juvie," threatened Doris, refusing to be intimidated by the overgrown teenager.
"Mo--Melissa, you might want to help Doris," said Carl turning around to hide the doubt and worry that was evident on his face.
Melissa, who was still struggling to come out of the hormonal mind she had been ruled by the last few months immediately helped Doris out of her overly large clothes and up onto the birthing chair that she had been in such a short time ago as an umbilical chord began to grow from Ethan's belly button. Melissa tenderly guided it into Doris' stretching vagina, and after several minutes of the chord worming its way through Doris' insides, she felt it connect with something inside her, and at that, Doris noticed that the young almost premie sized Ethan had stopped nursing.
"I'm sorry Ethan... I promise to take good care of yoooouuu--ahhhhhhh!" screamed Doris as she felt the cord pull and her body contract as she began reverse labor. Ethan was guided into his new Mommy's vagina by Melissa. Soon his feet were plunging in after the umbilical cord, then his hips, then his arms, and finally his head.
All the while Doris' young stomach swelled to prepare itself for its newest occupant as Ethan settled in to the new home he'd be stuck in for the next 9 months. After the contractions stopped, Doris felt her belly begin to shrink as Ethan continued to grow younger, until her stomach went flat and it looked as though she weren't pregnant at all--and yet she knew she was.
"He should be back at the very beginning of just being a fertilized egg, like I was," said Carl, coming out of his silence with a hollow expression that seemed at once both horrified and justified in what had occurred.
"I hope you're happy you sadist!" snapped Doris.
"See you in nine months," quipped Carl.