11-month old Amanda was sitting on the floor, kicking and bounding her nude butt around, waiting for her mother to come and un-birth her. And to think, Amanda was once a 35-year-old mother of a ten-year-old daugher. But thanks to the room, not only did she let Candy regress herself to absolute nothingness, but she will soon join her as well. She would be afraid of dying by being unmade, but with her regressed mind, it felt like a fever dream as she would experience what will be the more exciting trip of her life.
As the weeks were counting down, she could hear the door opened and young college woman of twenty was walking into the room. She appeared to be a sweet nurturing young woman with a pair of C-cup breasts, a wide curvy hourglass figure with a rounded booty to match, long and toned arms and legs, and a pretty looking face that has emerald green eyes and orange red hair that goes down to her upper shoulders and was done up in an 80s perm. Her clothing looked like something a young college girl in the eighties would wear. She was wearing a black Extra Large T with an Iron Maiden title above and the monster in the front, letting the collar drop to one side to expose her bare shoulder, Daisy Duke's jean shorts that down to the mid thighs and has rippage at the bottom hem, her feet was bare as she has neon pink toe polish, and a pair of tackie 80s earrings hanging on her ears. The strangest part the room noticed is that she has a tattoo of a peace sign on the back of her right hand. It wondered what the tattoo was about, but let it slide. And just like Amanda, 35 years of knowledge from 1988 to 2023 was wiped from her mind as she was no longer a grandmother for Candy and all the hard work she made after giving birth to Amanda was erased entirely. Now she is a young mother with a better future for both her and her daughter.
The mother looked down to see Amanda sitting on the floor and reached up her arms to have her pick her up. "MaMa! MaMa!" the 10-month old said as her speech was limited to tiny words and the rest of babbling.
The mother look to her with a smile and said in a soft and mature voice, "Hey Amanda. What are you doing sitting on the floor and why are you naked?" Couse she didn't notice that the clothes Amanda took before regressing disappeared completely during the regression.
She bent down and picked up the nine month old infant up by the arms, cradled her near her breasts. "There, there, Amanda. Mommy's here. You are safe now. Everything is going to be okay."
The eight month old co and squeeled as she said the last word out of her mouth, "Ma..." On instinct, the mother pulled the strap down and let her left breast exposed with her nipple poking out. Slowly guiding the seven month old to her breast, Amanda planted her tiny mouth to it and began to suck on the milk that was being produced. The taste of the milk and warm and comforting, that Amanda's eyes grew tired and she closed them, going into a deep sleep. At the same time, the mother was humming a little lullaby and cradled her back and forth, keeping her close to her as possible.
The room looked at the scene and was quite amazed that there was a bond between the two, almost like the mother felt like Amanda was the light to guide her through the darkness. It soon looked to the counter and noticed that a new name and timer appeared above where Amanda's was. Looking at the new counter, it could see that the mother's name was July and she had Amanda when she was twenty. So it is obvious that this mother gave birth to her in her late teens. It wondered why.
Looking at the counter, it could see that Amanda was already six and looked to the two to see the progress. Already, it could see the young baby shinking in her mothers arms while July adjusted the weight to make sure she doesn't fall. Obvious, Amanda wanted to experience the same thing her own daughter had and it would only be a matter of time before she goes inside her mother before being uncreated as well. What makes it worse is that July doesn't realize any of this as her mind was regressing like Amanda, thinking that her daughter is five months old and holding her tightly, keeping her safe and protected. If it were up to the room, it will call out July and tell her to stop the regression, preventing Amanda from going back to the beginning. But another part of it would watch the event unfurl and see where this go. After all, it had seen ever woman go back generation after generation, shrinking the part of the family tree until it reached the root and then erased entirely. And while it saddened it to see it go down, its job is to ask the host to regress or progress and watch intently.
All ready, it could see Amanda going back to four months, growing smaller, fatter, redder, and cuter, while July clinged her tighter in her arms, fearing that she might drop. At the same time, Amanda's belly button started to poke out, as if the umbilical cord was starting to come out. The room wondered what to do. Should it tell July to stop the regression, or let it continue until Amanda is un-birthed.