Jennifer woke up with a groan. She didn't remember falling asleep, but it must have been after reading. She rolled over to find her nest stashed with even more smut magazines, the crickle of paper betraying their hidding place. An indication she had grown a year older again, even before looking at her body. Glancing around she figured it must have been around midday, the sun was already filtering through the broken shades of a window.
She rubbed her eyes as the light hit them as she uttered a small moan as her arms rubbed up her chest. Confused she looked down to find her nipples erect, still flat as a board but she imagined that might next soon, or rather relatively soon. They were sensitive, and her sexed up life made it clear her body definitely knew what it meant. Jennifer sat up, taking in her surroundings, a mixture of piss and sex made the house smell more like a truck-stop than anything. Jennifer wobbled over groggily to the bathroom, nearly tripping over Lukas who now looked like he was growing up fast, almost four Jennifer imagined. Getting to the bathroom she climbed to the sink to look into the mirror.
Jennifer's face still held the cuteness of her age, it still felt uncanny, seeing yourself so alien in the mirror. But in a way it felt so familiar. Jennifer reflected on herself as a cold slender voice caressed the edges of her thoughts, one that soon turned hot with lust and passion. Jennifer watched herself as she rubbed her nipples again, her bare chest heaving with the sensation, she nearly lost her balance, thankfully pushing the feeling away, for now.
Jennifer looked out to see her family, strangely, yet again Mary looked younger, something in her early twenties, maybe twenty-four or three. Sylvia barely looked changed, the only real difference being her outfit, which had turned more into a early 2000s emo-phase, she retained her striped thigh-highs, now equipped with a micro-skirt that didn't hide her vagina at all, along with a black skull tee and a series of piercings and early tattoos Jennifer couldn't imagine where she got them from. Jennifer gasped when she put the pieces together, Sylvia had Jennifer yet another year earlier. She didn't think it was possible to have a kid so young but apparently it had happened twice.
The shock must have been audible as Sylvia perked up spotting Jennifer across the room. "Jen-Jen hiiii~*" she did a playful wink, despite her apparel her attitude to Jennifer remained bubbly and ditzy. Sylvia stumbled over to Jennifer, either due to her clumsiness or the tripping hazards around Jennifer couldn't guess, she could barely face her mother after yesterday and certainly not imagining her as a dumb broad who could barely talk properly. "Hi-ah mommy." Jennifer blurted out. She was shocked at how her vocabulary changed everyday, and she was shocked still when Sylvia bent down to slide her tongue down Jennifer's throat. This time however the tingling returned as Jennifer simply accepted her position as she kissed Sylvia back, a feeling in her mind was jubilant at the scene. A faint line of drool connected each of their mouths as Sylvia pulled away. "Aw you are get good with the kissing stuff now jen-jen." Sylvia stuttered out, her speech much more brute-force and simple.
"Yea. It good, Jen kisses good now." She replied. Oh gods Jennifer snapped back, why did she just talk in third person. There was a disconnect forming in her mind, and she felt with each experience the gap was growing wider and wider.
"Good, now come, come come." Syliva waved for Jennifer to follow, Mary paid little attention as she was staring at the ceiling in a daze, a bottle of whiskey giving a hint to what ailed her. Sylvia opened the door to her room showing a nightmare version of a teens room. The theme matched the dichotomy of her person, a dark and edgy exterior but a faint trace of pink cuteness. Barely anything remained that could be called resembling Sylvia's original personality. The room however did have one stand-out feature, a man blindfolded and tied along her bed. He moaned softly he heard Sylvia's footsteps.
"Jen, we go together." Sylvia nodded. Jennifer pulled back from her hand, this didn't seem right, she looked to her left to find the small puff of Luci appear, she seemed almost prim and proper, if not for the trashy clothes. Jennifer looked back to her hand held by Sylvia, where a copy of her minds demon sat on her wrist, a white fluid dripping over Luci's body in thick globs, her face in ecstasy. The "good" Luci seemed to cry and pout, clearly trying to push Jennifer's mind to the second. Within that moment Jennifer had to make a decision.