Tricia saw all too clearly the change Jamie had initiated. Slowly, Jamie was shrinking out of her toddler clothes. Her hair shortened and she fell backwards, unable to balance herself. "Waaa goin' on?" she cried. "Mommy...mama..." Her voice degenerated into a baby-like bawl.
Meanwhile, Tricia was looking at the remote. Three buttons were lit up, one being the Age Regression button. The readout was flashing: "Birth mother not in immediate vicinity. Suitable host located." What did that mean?
She had no sooner thought the question that a fleshy rope shot out from baby Jamie's stomach. It headed straight for Tricia, who couldn't react fast enough. In less than a second it dove into her pants, forcing the zipper open and plunged itself into her vagina. The umbilical cord grew taut and before she knew it, Jamie was sliding toward her. "NO! Stop! STOP!" Tricia tried to push Jamie's tiny body away, but the cord persisted, yanking at the inside of her empty womb. The pain became too great, and Tricia had no choice but to pull her pants clear of Jamie's attempt to enter her body. There was a split second of excruciating pain as her vagina was forced open and the skin of her stomach stretched to its limit, but as quickly as it started, the pain disappeared. All that was left was an uncomfortable weight and tightness as Jamie settled into her new home. Her belly started shrinking slowly, but that too soon came to a halt. Next, she felt an increasing pressure in her breasts as milk began to fill them, constraining her bra.
Panting and wiping tears from her face, Tricia picked up the remote next to the pile of clothes that used to belong to a five-year-old girl. The readout now showed a confirmation of the changes Jamie had unwittingly inputed: "Target at age -1 month. Residing inside suitable host mother. World Awareness set to Off."
"Suitable host mother?" Tricia read aloud. "I certainly hope I'm a suitable host mother! It's not like they can find a replacement this late in the third trimester. And what does 'World Awareness' do?" She thumbed through the remote's menus for a little while, remaining where she was on the floor. It had been a long time since she could stand for extended periods of time. Lately she had taken to lying down as often as she could so that her belly didn't droop uncomfortably on her. As one hand thumbed the buttons on the remote, the other slowly rubbed Jamie's womb. It was large enough to cause her shirt to ride up so that only a third of it was covered. She could feel the fetus moving around inside of her.
It was a little while before Tricia realized that her pants were around her ankles. "What the hell?" she said as she pulled her pants back up to her waist and zipped them up. Her eight-months-pregnant belly protested somewhat, but she managed to get the waist buttoned with an acceptable amount of discomfort. Then she became aware of the pain her breasts were facing inside their B-cup bra. "Why am I wearing this old bra? And what am I doing in the neighbor's house?!" Worried that the neighbors would enter at any second and demand an explanation, Tricia threw the remote into her pocketbook and slowly got to her feet. She couldn't move very quickly with her large breasts and belly, but she made the effort as she headed for the front door, not even noticing the pile of five-year-old clothes she was leaving behind.
In a minute she was back home. Her parents hadn't returned from work yet, so she made herself a peanut butter and banana sandwich. She never ceased to be amazed what her cravings would tell her to eat. "Well, at least you know mommy wants you to be big and strong, Jamie," Tricia said, patting her stomach. She remembered eight months ago when her boyfriend discovered she was pregnant and broke off their relationship. She got a lot of trouble from her parents for a few months, but in time she managed to convince them that she wanted to have Jamie and was able to support her. She was actually enjoying being pregnant. It got her out of work, at least, so she was able to spend her first summer out of high school relaxing. She wondered how it was going to be in the future, raising her child and trying to find her own way in life at the same time. She sighed, finished off her sandwich and settled on the living room couch to watch television.