Jennifer watched as the familiar tingle returned as she stumbled backwards, the handmedown shirt rapidly encompassing her. She shook her head as she climbed back on her knees. She had lost another year, she was only two!
Jennifer quickly looked at her mother, horrified that the pattern had continued, she had lost another two years herself, now only nine years old. Jennifer tried to count everyone's ages, but found she was forced to use her fingers. Even then it felt like a thick fog over her brain, like she just couldn't remember what came after 10. Jennifer shuddered, her toddler brain was starting to forget important things now, what would happen if she lost another year? Would she even be herself?
Jennifer snapped out of her thought as she heard a moan. Sylvia continued to watch through the crack in the floorboard intently, her hand disappeared into her panties. Jennifer winced at the sight only to forget why she was, this was normal. She shook her head in confusion. Scooting over next Sylvia Jennifer warily looked back into the hole.
Mary seemed even younger, if Jennifer lost one year, and Sylvia lost two, that means Mary was only sixteen. Jennifer watched as the teenager as she continued to bob her head to the rhythm of music that was playing from a slightly busted speaker. Jennifer noticed that Jeff, or atleast who she assumed as the same man, also seemed younger, the couple being thrown back in time.
Jeff grunted as Jennifer watched Mary pull back only to receive a face pull of cum. Despite the circumstances, the two seemed happy, oblivious to the changes as always.
Jennifer groaned in pain as the same tingle returned. She shouldn't have looked peaked again, a second time didn't make it any less rude.
Jennifer stared at her hands as she saw them shrink and soften drastically, the sleeves of her old shirt sliding down to nearly reach her wrists. Her mind swirled as she became lightheaded.
It felt like just a second, as Jennifer rubbed her eyes. But it was soon apparent it must have been much longer. Thick bars appeared around her. Jennifer immediately thought at first she had been sent to a prison, that somehow her life got even worse. As her vision grew clearer she realized it was only technically a prison, she was in a crib!
Jennifer hoisted herself up, she was having trouble standing without holding onto the edge of the playpen. Across the room she spotted Sylvia, now only seven years old. This was bad, Jennifer was only a year old now, if anything else happened who knows what would happen, would she turn into a newborn or simply never exist? Jennifer called out to Sylvia, shocked only to find herself babbling. She was a baby, she could barely talk!
Frustrated at her inability to converse Jennifer started to cry, not that she really meant too, it just sort of happened. Sylvia walked over, herself barely able to reach over the rails of the crib. "Aw, don't cry sweetie, mommy said she would be back soon." Jennifer thought about Mary, she would have shrunk again too, Jennifer struggled to figure out her age, something as simple as sixteen minus three had become something too hard to rationalize for her. Jennifer was completely dependant on two kids now, what could she even do but wait and hope that it would get better?