The door opened and in walked Cheryl's sister. Cheryl fumbling to hide herself and the remote caused her to accidentally hit her sister squarely in the chest. Tiff stared blankly as tingling spread throughout her body.
Cheryl saw all too clearly the change she had initiated. Slowly, Tiff was shrinking out of her clothes. Her hair shortened and she fell back wards, and suddenly her shirt and bra hung empty as Tiff regressed in age. Tiff regression picked up speed around the age of ten as she shrunk quickly to a toddlers age. Soon she grew so young she was unable to balance herself. "Waaa goin' on?" she cried. "Mommy...mama..." Her voice degenerated into a baby-like bawl.
Meanwhile, Cheryl 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 Tiff's stomach. It headed straight for Cheryl, who couldn't react fast enough. In less than a second it dove into her panties, forcing the shred apart and plunged itself into her vagina. The umbilical cord grew taut and before she knew it, Tiff was sliding toward her. "NO! Stop! STOP!" Cheryl tried to push Tiff's tiny body away, but the cord persisted, yanking at the inside of her empty womb. The pain became too great, and Cheryl had no choice but to lay down to clear of Tiffs'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 Tiff 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, Cheryl picked up the remote next to the pile of clothes that used to belong to her sixteen-year-old sister. The readout now showed a confirmation of the changes Cheryl had unwittingly inputed: "Target at age -1 month. Residing inside suitable host mother. Growing suitable mother to a more suitable age."
Cheryl stared at the remote as a tingling spread throughout her body as she grew ever so slightly. She aged to around 18 but not much had changed. she was a little taller and had become even with pregnancy curvier. Cheryl struggled to stand up as the added weight was a problem. Cheryl stared at her swollen belly as she felt a little kick. "Ow," she chirped. She stared at what was her sister and then stared at herself asking what was going to happen to her as she heard a knock down stares.