The following morning Jennifer woke up to a positive realization. The belly was gone. Jennifer jumped from the bed out of joy but was instead met with a different horrifying sight. The room looked way worse than yesterday and smelled awful. It was like Jennifer was sleeping next to an unwashed men's public urinal. The room didn't look like her room at all but a small carbage dump for all their trash. Moldy food containers, used cigarette filters, near-empty beer bottles, scratched lottery tickets and many more were put inside see-through plastic bags. The private personal bathroom was still missing and the room door was still locked with a sturdy lock from the outside. The mattress was still there but it smelled horrible. The bed sheets, plankets and pillow on top of it were full of yellow unwashed stains. She had to go to the bathroom but couldn't. Jennifer mentally prepared and went to the corner to do her business like her mother had instructed her yesterday. She didn't like doing it. It was like she was forced to do this every morning.
After that Jennifer decided to check from the broken hand mirror if she had gotten older or younger but couldn't make out which one was it. The mirror was so broken and crooked. So Jennifer assumed that she looked like a twelve year old kid as if nothing had changed around her. Still determined to see if the world was looking normal she knocked on the door and yelled politely from her mother to open the door.
Jennifer could hear her mother slowly ascending the stairs as she made audible out of breath noises. The door creaked slowly open as her mother, now looking like a mother in her mid to late thirties, greeted her. But something was seriously looking off about her. It seemed that she was still pregnant like yesterday but, somehow she had also increased in size, or in this case increased in width.
Sylvia looked like a chubby woman who had a 8-month pregnant belly. She had a broken brown and gray tube top that was filled with food stains and all sorts of beverage spills, her black thigh-high skirt had accidental and intentional cut marks which revealed her dark pink underwear that was already turning into a bunch of small threads around the pussy. Her mother's clothing options were straight out the bargain bin sale. Sylvia's hair was lenghty and rat's nest like messy modern art piece that was covered in grease. Sylvia also had a lot of zits all over her body as if she didn't know what a shower was. The visible long red strechmarks from overeating and pregnancy didn't help get any more beauty points.
The worst new feature of her mother was the pugent smell she brought to the room. A mixture of a ocean fish, grease, beer, dried up sweat and rotten eggs was stinging to Jennifer's nostrils as she had to put her hands on her nose. Her mother's aggressive stench was like a military grade bio-chemical weapon.
"Jenni..? *Bw-ourp* Whassup?" Sylvia yawned as she let out a beer smelling burp in the middle of her sentence.
Jennifer couldn't believe her eyes, ears and not especially her nose as her plans had backfired hard. How did this happen. Her mother was older but at what cost. What was going on with their life?