The mirror didn’t sugarcoat anything.
Jennifer stood in front of it, breathing slow and deep, her body on full display. Her belly was soft now, hanging slightly over her hips with new folds and fresh stretch marks. Her breasts, still painfully full, rested heavily in her bra—deep, dark areolae pushing against the fabric. She gave herself a long look, then reached for the leggings folded on the dresser.
They were high-waisted and black, the stretchiest pair she owned. As she pulled them up, she felt the fabric fight its way over her thighs, then over her widened hips. Her ass—so much rounder now, softer, heavier—swallowed the material whole. She gave a small grunt, shimmying them up. The waistband snapped over her lower belly with a tight hug.
She turned to the side.
The leggings clung to her like skin, showing off everything—the jiggle in her thighs, the sway in her hips, the deep curve of her backside, now marked by soft dimples of cellulite. Her ass moved with her now, even with the smallest shift.
She didn’t hate it. Not today.
She grabbed a bra next. It took effort—lifting and adjusting the massive weight of her breasts into place—but once she had them supported, she felt a bit more stable. They bounced anyway, full and high and impossible to ignore beneath her fitted long-sleeve shirt.
Then came the last touch: she stepped into a fresh pair of training pants. Thicker than normal underwear, soft and lined—just enough to give her peace of mind. Just in case.
Jennifer adjusted the waistband of the leggings again, then looked over her shoulder at the mirror. The fabric dipped slightly between the cheeks of her ass, outlining every curve, the elastic helpless to contain her new size.
Behind her, Maya walked into the room and paused.
Jennifer raised a brow. “Too much?”
Maya snorted. “No. You look like you’ve been through hell and came out a goddess.”
Jennifer rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. She grabbed her hoodie and zipped it halfway, letting her chest breathe.
“Let’s find her,” she said, pulling her hair into a quick ponytail. “I want my life back.”
Maya nodded, grabbing her keys. “Then let’s go take it.”
And with that, they stepped out into the world—one girl changed, but not broken, and the other ready to fight beside her.