As Brianna recovered from her sudden change, her clothes transformed to fit her new body. Her too-small 32DD bra reformed into a white 32F nursing bra, snugly holding her swollen breasts. The straining dress she wore repaired itself and shifted on her, becoming a maternity dress in a similar style, tight around her full-term pregnant belly. Brianna sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, clutching her belly in disbelief. Just a moment ago she'd been a twelve-year-old girl, and now she was in her late thirties, a fully developed pregnant woman! Without a thought for modesty, she stripped off her clothing to get a better look at her body. Because she was so tall and skinny, her belly loomed even bigger on her thin frame, distending and pushing out visibly with each of her daughter's powerful kicks and movements. Brianna watched her belly move, wide-eyed. "She's really inside me..." she said weakly.
Natalie stared at her pregnant sister, trying to comprehend what had just happened. She couldn't take her eyes off Brianna's enormous belly with its popped-out navel, a dark line running through it from her enormous breasts to the thick bush now adorning her crotch. Her boobs were huge, covered in blue veins surrounding dark, thick nipples as they prepared to produce milk for her child. "Brianna...are you okay?" Natalie asked.
Brianna looked up at Natalie, tears in her eyes. The changes had been so sudden and fast, and she ached all over. "Can you get a bath going? I need a moment to take this in."
Natalie complied, drawing a steaming bath for her pregnant sister. Her sister winced as she adjusted her center of gravity, her new daughter settling low in her hips and throwing her normal walk off. Natalie helped Brianna into the warm water, and she sighed as she sank into it. "What am I going to do, Natalie? I can't stay like this. I can't take care of you and Mom, especially not when Mom's a baby." She rubbed her belly, shushing the fetus inside as it kicked particularly hard. Her brain was reeling from the sudden changes, as well as the influx of pregnancy hormones bathing it. As much as Brianna didn't want to be like this, a growing part of her instinctively wanted to take care of the child in her womb. It was her daughter, a part of her, and Brianna knew on some level that she needed to protect her.
Natalie stroked her sister's hair. "You could...give birth to her? I'm sure it would be safe with the room's magic."
Brianna nodded. At the same time, however, her hands rubbed her belly unconsciously, soothing her baby. Did she really want to have this baby? Would Olivia be safe in this world? Could Brianna take care of her the way she wanted to? She supposed she could just have her mom grow up again once all was said and done...but did she want that for the baby she was growing to love as her own?