The days started to blur together, Jennifer found herself unable to move independently to escape her situation. Each day she saw herself grow older and older, from eight to nine, nine to ten, ten to eleven. Her life was nothing but sex, her world nothing but Justin. Jennifer could only watch in snapshots as her kids grew up without her. She didn't know their names, maybe Justin named them, they multiplied so quickly between Mary, Sylvia and herself, there must have been seven or eight of them now.
Jennifer watched as her world view shrunk even further as she almost never left Justin's bed again, permanently joining Sylvia and Mary's side. Jennifer could barely keep track of the days at this point. She could only guess she was getting older as her breasts slowly but surely grew out, her height starting to match Sylvia's.
One day, something however clicked. Jennifer was laying on Justin's bed one morning, the last nights actions still stuck across her face as the door opened once again. Jennifer spotted Justin now carrying a new daughter, she looked just like Jennifer, but subtly different. Jennifer's mind cracked, it was her daughter, Jennifer was fourteen, that meant her daughter was going to suffer the same fate as herself. Jennifer watched as Justin picked up the girl and tossed her onto the bed.
Jennifer's mind pushed desperately against the foil of her body. She had to act, she had to save her kid. Each push against her mind led to more pushback, her mind wanted to break free, to change this somehow, her body however wanted this to continue forever, she could see her hand moving to her daughter, but would it be one of defiance or pleasure?