Jennifer woke up groggy as she rubbed her eyes as she looked around. "No..." Jennifer said in disbelief. She crawled off the mattress on the floor, but couldn't stand up. She looked down at her massive stomach, she knew it hadn't grown any larger, rather, she had shrunk even further to greet it. She grabbed onto the edge of a worn desk and hoisted herself up with a wobble.
Her room had degraded even further, the trash and junk that had filled the kitchen and living room yesterday had found its way in her room. Loose piles of clothes, most of them ranging wildly in age, size and quality. The only unifying trait that they were all either stained or otherwise heavily worn. Jennifer looked in her mirror, now caked in grim around the edges. She was certainly younger, and her best guess would put her at barely over four feet tall. Counting her age from this week put her around twelve. How was she still pregnant? She looked down at her stomach, the size was such an obstacle that her stained undershirt functioned more like a bra, unable to contain her belly. Her frayed pajama pants did no better, the waist band had been snapped off, leading to them being way too loose, but still couldn't fit her circumference, leading her pants hanging low, only stopped by her hand keeping them up.
Jennifer waddled her way slowly, each step like a mile to the bathroom, only to find her bathroom no longer there. How could they afford something so luxurious than a attached bathroom? Jennifer cursed, and changed direction to the door. It was still locked. "Damn it!" Jennifer cursed, the baby felt like it decided to sit on her bladder and she knew it wouldn't be long. She pounded on the door. "Mom!" "Grandma?" "Mom open the door!" Jennifer cried out.
After several minutes she couldn't take it, she couldn't hear anything on the other side, and with a crouch Jennifer was unceremoniously forced to wet herself, the lack of panties aiding the pee as it shot straight down into her pajamas, a small puddle forming around her feet. Jennifer banged on the door as hard she could. The puddle growing around her, the stain starting to match the other now suspicious blots around the room.
With a rustling, the door swung open, forcing Jennifer on her bottom, the warm soaked pants causing her to yelp in surprise. Her mom towered over her, she looked just only a few years older than herself when she was eighteen. "Oh baby, what's wrong?" Silvia said with concern as she rubbed her eye, still waking up herself. Her sleepwear also in a state of disrepair as she only wore a pair of pajamas herself, her breasts hanging freely above her own slightly distended stomach.
Jennifer was so shocked that she almost for a second forgot about the situation. "Mom you're pregnant?" Her jaw dropped as she asked. Silvia looked down confused at her stomach, "Look who's talking little lady, don't you remember how you begged mommy for a little sister?" Jennifer looked around confused. Silvia looked around her kids room as she grimaced from the smell. "Did you pee again?" Silvia asked as she noticed the puddle her daughter was sitting in. "You didn't unlock the door." Jennifer replied meekly. "Well of course, I can't have you walking around with other people here. I told you to stick to a corner if you had to go in the night." Jennifer could only offer a soft "What?" in utter confusion.
Silvia bent over and swooped up Jennifer, her butt resting on her mom's stomach. "Now dear you know the rules, it won't be much longer anyways, mommy said she would let us come over for awhile. In just under two weeks it'll all be over, and we will be happy again, I promise." Silvia's slight grin betrayed her understanding. She set Jennifer down back on her bed, "I think I saw some clean clothes over there." as she pointed to a pile of obviously not clean clothes. "How about you get something dry and meet me for breakfast, outside your room eh?" Silvia said it like the proposition was something unique or special, but Jennifer played along nodding.
"Ok I'll see you downstairs!" Silvia exclaimed and she stood up and walked back outside.
Jennifer spent a minute trying to process everything, her life was flying off the rails really fast. She felt that her mom knew something, the strange behavior from last two days, the cryptic messages and the mutterings, was her mom trying to make her get younger? No it couldn't be. Jennifer just had to be overthinking it, trying to put rhyme and reason to something as chaotic as this whole scenario. Or should she try to make a run for it, or waddle for it, while she could, after all, if this continued any more she may not be able to move at all. Jennifer shuddered as she remembered the door was now unlocked for breakfast.
But first, clothes.