The night passed without dreams.
The apartment was still when Jennifer opened her eyes, the early gray light of dawn slipping in through the blinds. For a moment, she didn’t move—didn’t want to move. Her body was warm, settled deep into the mattress, her mind caught in that hazy space between sleep and awareness.
Then she shifted—and felt it.
Something had changed again.
She sat up slowly, pushing the blankets down, her hand instinctively brushing her stomach. It was still soft—still full—but noticeably smaller. The heavy sagging curve of her post-pregnancy belly had receded, just slightly. It hung differently now, looser, less round. Her waist wasn’t narrow by any means, but it was no longer dominated by that taut, overwhelming weight.
She stood with a groan, stretching. Her legs rubbed together with the same thick resistance as before, and her ass—when she glanced in the mirror—was still massive. Round. Wide. Covered with dimples of cellulite and the stretch marks she’d stopped counting.
Her breasts caught her eye next.
They’d changed too.
Still large, yes—but smaller than before. Less full. The veins were fainter, the aching pressure gone. The skin sagged now, gently hanging without the weight that once strained every bra. Her nipples remained dark and soft, but everything about her chest looked… tired. Spent. Like it had done its job and now rested.
She exhaled slowly, staring at her reflection. Still changed. Still her.
But maybe—maybe—the curse was fading. Or evolving.
She got dressed with deliberate movements, her limbs still heavy with sleep. The same leggings from the day before stretched snugly over her thick thighs and massive backside, the fabric tugging into the cleft of her ass like it belonged there. She wore a loose tee over a supportive sports bra that now actually fit—mostly. Her stomach pushed out beneath the hem, soft and visible, but not as dominating as it had been.
As she finished adjusting, she looked toward the couch where Maya still slept, curled up under a throw blanket, her breathing soft and even.
Jennifer stood quietly for a moment, arms folded over her soft belly.
The storm wasn’t over.
But the worst might not be ahead of them anymore.
It might already be behind.