Not The End

Sally tossed and turned as her children squirmed within her.

It had all been so perfect. She had initially planned for just one, but when Cici left the room, she knew she'd figured it out, and as such had to get her as well. Throughout the day, their ages had regressed until they were a mere three months old. By the next morning, they'd be right back to one day, then they would grow again.

Sally rubbed her belly. She did somewhat feel bad, but she assured herself that she was helping them.

There was another kick and a muffled wail, and Sally closed her eyes with a contented mind.

She would be a mother.

Or so she thought...