Jennifer woke up with a groan. She was immediately met with her stomach again, which had grown exponentially, a solid sign she had indeed gotten older. Jennifer struggled to move again, as she immediately cursed how much she had taken that mobility for granted yesterday. She took the momentary pause to survey her room, she could remember most of it from the day before but while it shared many of the same characteristics, it still felt different. Her mom wasn't just a prostitute at twenty-six, she was one at twenty-one. Jennifer counted back on her hands her age, thinking numbers only in her head was getting sluggish and hard to rationalize, when was the last time she went to school in this timeline? The age gap between herself and her mom had shrunken since the last time she remembered, and given her stomach now it seemed that it had become a pattern in the family. As she rolled onto her knees to stand up she headed for the bathroom, she hadn't missed the pressure on her bladder returning that was for sure. Jennifer waddled to the bathroom, navigating around trash that had collected in the hallway and the bathroom. Jennifer struggled to turn the light on, her belly pressing against the wall as she stretched to flick it on. Jennifer barely noticed herself in the mirror as she struggled up onto the toilet. She still had a old tank top, but given her stomach it rode up to function the same as any other shirt, a fact she barely registered as she hung on the toilet as she peed. It was at least convenient for her Jennifer thought to herself.
Jennifer headed into the kitchen to see her mom, but she was met with an empty room. Shrugging she went to the stove anyways, she had watched mom do it before and was accustomed to her self-style girl boss breakfasts. Soon producing a cup of starch black coffee and bread she returned to her moms room. It was swung wide open for her, inside, Silvia laid past out from last nights activities, a small smattering of drool hung out of her mouth. Jennifer knocked on the door and turned the light on, her mom groaning as she rolled over.
"Mom I got you breakfast." Jennifer chimed. After a moment, Silvia yawned as she stretched off the blanket and looked down at her daughter. "Aw thanks sweety." she said rubbing her eye. Silvia took the used Styrofoam cup and bread and set it on her ruined nightstand. Silvia got off the bed onto her knees as she hugged Jennifer. Jennifer noticed her mom had not just a new tattoo, but several, stretching in from different designs and colors, something bare to see given yet again she had slept nude. "Now give me a kiss and let me enjoy your breakfast." Silvia puffed out her lips. Jennifer turned her head slightly to meet her cheek but her eyes shot wide open as her mom instead went for her mouth. Her mom's tongue sliding in, using her daughters dropped jaw as a easy entrance. Jennifer could feel the tongue piercing her mom now, the feeling of her tongue like electricity. Jennifer recoiled, though the memory, and the feeling, persisted. "What's wrong baby?" Silvia put a hand to Jennifer's forehead. "You not feeling well? You better tell me when you're about to pop you know right? I can't afford to be carrying you on the bus with your water broken." Silvia sighed. "You better take it easy for the day ok?" Silvia got back up on the bed, coffee cup in hand as she turned on her TV. The last channel turning on to be some kind of porn, one that her mom didn't change out of embarrassment but actually kept it on, watching it deeply with each moan as she started to move her hand to relieve her morning horniness.
To Jennifer, still standing, it felt like another blow had hit her, that reality had somehow found a way to get shittier, but she didn't care, couldn't care. The feeling of normalcy had latched on firm, and after a moment of basking in her moms image of masterbation, left to see what she could do for the day.