Jenny looked at the Chronivac again, sitting there across the room, the source of her current misery. Anger filled her and overflowed.
"You're a curse," she cried like a child having a tantrum. "I thought you were a gift, but you're a curse."
The machine just sat there, silent.
"Well, I'm not letting you win, you bastard." She stood up and jiggled her way over to the Chronivac. Every step reminded her of her freakish form and made her even more determined to fight back against the machine.
She stood before it, seething with fury, glaring at it past her improbable breasts, and yanked out its power cable.
"You will work now," she ordered it and plugged the power back in.
And, then, it did work.
***
Downstairs, Emile was getting worried about Jenny. She had been upstairs for a while. He went up to check on her again, when a sudden wave of wooziness hit him. After the wave had passed, he felt even more concerned. How could he have left her alone for this long at her age? he wondered. He should have been keeping a better eye on her.
Emile reached her room and pushed open the door.
Thankfully, everything looked normal. Jenny was sitting there in her oversized crib on the floor, a pacifier in her mouth, which she sucked on noisily. When he entered she moaned through her stopped up mouth.
"Hi, Jenny," said Emile. "How's my baby sister doing?"
Jenny tried to stand up, but immediately plopped back down on her enormous ass, making her beachball-sized breasts bounce out of control on her naked chest. At least her oversized diaper had provided her some cushioning.
"Come on, Jenny," Emile said as he approached her crib, which was little more than a caged in mattress on the floor. "Don't try to walk, you know that you can't stand upright with that body of yours."
Jenny reached up an adult hand to pull out the pacifier from her baby mouth. Then, she spoke, or tried to speak, at least.
"Wa Ah Bah. Oh Bay. Eh Be. Efth." With that last attempt at a word, she drooled on her chin. She touched the drool with her hand and looked at the wetness disgustedly, as if she couldn't believe what had come out of her own mouth.
Emile grabbed a towel and gently wiped her baby face dry.
"Bah Ah Bah!" Jenny declared, but stopped in frustration. She seemed to have something important she wanted to say. It broke Emile's heart to see that, though. He knew that with her condition she would never be able to talk.
Emile rested a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, baby," he said. "Whatever it is, we'll take care of it for you. I promise. Don't worry." He sniffed the air, which was fortunately free of the smell of a dirty diaper. He felt relieved; changing Jenny's diaper was a massive ordeal.
She looked up at him sadly, but then slumped down in her crib. Some kind of spirit had left her, it seemed. She picked up her pacifier again and began to suck at it mindlessly.
Seeing that she was calm again, Emile checked that the baby monitor was still turned on and walked out of her room.
As he walked downstairs, he wondered what it was that had been bothering her. Too bad he would never know.
He sat back down to watch TV, leaving his freakish baby sister to suck away her life alone in her room.
***
Little did Emile know that there was a new addition to his room. Sitting on his desk next to his computer was an electronic device that he had never seen before, a Chronivac. It had relocated itself next to the nearest usable computer when reality had changed the last time. (After all, babies like Jenny don't have their own computers.)
It sat there, patiently waiting for Emile to find it.