Jennifer was stirred awake by a dull thump, she looked around her room. It was back again to being a fourteen year old. Jennifer groaned, "At least I'm getting the hang of this." She flipped off the covers and was met with a horrifying sight.
She was still pregnant! "What?!?" She exclaimed. Her stomach was even larger than before, probably since she had shrunk. Jennifer lurched out of bed with a struggle, the weight was getting hard to manage, and her center of gravity was completely off. She waddled to the bathroom, grabbing the step-stool as she got up to the mirror.
She was definitely back to her fourteen old self, the only changes was her hair being a bit more messy, her breasts now perky lumps, and of course, her massive distended belly, it was easily hanging from her, she looked like she had swallowed a basketball, maybe even a watermelon. She tried to survey the damage to her vagina, but she couldn't even see it in the mirror, let alone looking down. Her belly blocked so much of her sight she couldn't even see her toes.
"I thought I had this all figured out." Jennifer wept. Now she was in an even worse scenario, she would have gladly wished to have been a freshman again.
She left the bathroom to look at her dresser drawer again, the photo of the ultrasound was still there, though it was certainly different, just the same as the photo of her boyfriend, Alex returning into the frame. She looked around for her clothes. She didn't dare try any of her t-shirts, if her future self could barely fit into them, there was no way they were now. She instead choose a long dress, and scowled as she found she was back to having a cloth bra again. The real annoyance however came when Jennifer tried to put on her panties, her stomach was hanging so bad she had to keep her panties slightly lower, hanging a inch below her hips, lest her panties constantly snap her crotch with each step.
If moving before was a choir, this was a hassle. Jennifer couldn't walk anymore, no, this was a waddle, a hand firmly planted under her stomach and one on her back as she slowly made her way downstairs.
Her mom was standing there looking around, Jennifer noticed once again she had gotten younger slightly, reality still making excuses for bad parenthood, she looked only a decade older than herself when she was eighteen. Jennifer eyed the house, it was getting more and more run down too, her family's income starting to dwindle due to her poor choices.