The Homewrecker (Commission for Animal Crossingguard223)
 
 
A loving couple moves into a new neighborhood with their soon to be bundle of joy expected to come any day now when the next door neighbor comes to greet them and immediately becomes attracted to the husband, naturally the wife and soon to be mother steps in potential homewrecker's way with every intent to stop her from getting in between them and ruin their future happy home together, but this particular neighbor isn't so keen on giving up that easily.
 
 
What to expect: Slice of life elements, shortstack, seduction, psychological horror, belly rubbing, deflation, pregnancy transfer, breast expansion, lactation, butt expansion, hips expansion, breast feeding, facesitting, age regression, unbirth, belly expansion, magic, absorption, fetal movement, endosoma, permanent entrapment.
 
 
Preview:
 
 
*Click*
 
 
*Click*
 
 
*Creak*
 
 
This was the sound of the front door of a lovely suburban neighborhood house being opened as a real estate agent would have the honor of being the very first to introduce the even lovelier recently wed couple to their brand new home.
 
 
"Ahh, here we are, Mr. and Mrs. Maheswaran, I'd like to welcome you, to your perfect dream home!" The peppy sounding real estate agent would announce in a very grandiose fashion stepping into the front hallway of such a refined and lavish looking house interior, much to the husband's impressed and approving whistle, but to the wife's somewhat skeptical gaze.
 
 
"Well, as lovely as the house looks, is it a bit too early to call it our 'perfect dream home' so soon? This is only our first time looking inside." Priya would say sounding as unconvinced as ever, her thin, dainty fingers running through her curly, wavy dark brown hair deep in thought.
 
 
"As opposed to this being our 10th time looking at it from the outside, around the neighborhood, and the town around the neighborhood." Her husband, Jashin, would offer back as a rather smart remark, earning the much taller man a good swift jab against the side of his ribs from his wife's swift elbow which only made him laugh even more at her utter embarrassment.
 
 
"Yeah, but we still don't know everything about this neighborhood, and the last thing I want to do is pour all our savings in this house when complete total weirdos and potentially dangerous strangers could be prowling about. That's why I was hoping, as an expert of the area, you could tell us anything we should be weary about? Anything at all?" Priya would ask, shifting her gaze back at the agent as if actually hoping her hunch was correct and there was at least one thing hidden just underneath the surface underneath this seemingly perfect neighborhood.
 
 
"Oh! No, no, no, trust me m'am. I can assure you, there is nothing to worry about, I chose this neighborhood specifically just for nice couples like you. It has everything you could ask for, friendly family having folks, a police officer who lives right down the street, even a neighborhood watch program to promote extra security for the area. In my opinion, this place is second to Fort Knox, top notch!"
 
 
"Yeah Priya, the lady knows what she's talking about this place looks absolutely perfect for us." Jashin would soon interject, wanting to put his own thoughts on the table by consulting with his wife for a moment more, taking the time to place and rub his hands against her shoulders to really connect on an emotional level which was something the usually happy go lucky man would only do when he was being serious about an important subject. "Besides, aren't you tired of bouncing from place to place? You know it isn't healthy, especially for the baby."
 
 
With that stated, the married couple would share a gaze with Priya's belly, a taut and round orb just underneath her baby blue material blouse greatly contrasting her otherwise tall and lanky frame and build, as if all her body fat had been condensed around her belly like a perfectly smooth skin tight bubble. With a soft smirk Priya would let both her hands rest and rub against the sides of her pregnant belly, able to feel the soft yet distinct movements of their unborn child growing inside. And like a therapeutic stress ball Jashin would almost always find Priya rubbing her hands constantly rubbing against it whenever her thoughts started to race as if whenever there was the smallest amount of tension or uncertainty in the air, having been engraved as part of her personality at this point.
 
 
"Mm, maybe you're right. All this extra stress I'm putting myself through, and I'm not even considering the baby. I'm sorry, I'll try to be more positive from now on." Priya would finally say, lifting her gaze up so she could meet his.
 
 
"I'm really happy to hear that," Jashin would say with a breathless sigh, ecstatic the long awaited end to their house hunting journey has finally come. "And hey, you wanna know something?"
 
 
"Mm, what would that be?"
 
 
"...I really lucked out when I met you~"
 
 
With those sweet, tender words alone Priya was seduced into pulling him closer and planting her lips hard against his in a loving embrace. Frankly, with the influx of hormonal urges from her progressing pregnancy, lately it has become rather easy to make her extra frisky with him with just a push of the right button, sending her fingers running up the back of his neck and through his short jet black hair as their tongues did a divine dance in front of the agent, who had to clear her throat aloud to get their attention.
 
 
"Okay, okay, let's reel it back in you love birds~" the agent would chirp, waving her hand to confirm she has their attention once again. "You can get started on the happy nest building once we get all this boring, old paperwork out of the way. Sound good?"
 
 
"Right, no problem, in fact leave the paperwork to me." Jashin would say, walking over to accept the required paperwork from the agent and making his way towards the living room area, but not without his voice calling out to his wife." Priya, why don't you go stretch your legs around the place and unwind, honey."
 
 
"Oh, that actually sounds like a good idea, that four hour car ride across state has got my back aching way more than usual. Also, I can see where I can put my future gardening, oh and maybe a nice patio set too..." Priya would answer back, practically getting a flood of decorative designing ideas in her mind already.
 
 
Outside Priya could finally let the bright, warm rays of the suburban sun wash over her fair light brown skin for the first time in what felt like ages. Her husband Jashin was right, she figured, they have been bouncing around towns due to her constant pessimistic nature and fixation to worry about every little negative thing that could potentially happen. It was a very unhealthy view of life, and not the energy a future mother should be having once her baby was born. And speaking of which, Priya could finally see, with a fresh new set of eyes, all the children in the neighborhood laughing and playing together on the sidewalks as their parents and neighbors would watch attentively from their lawn chairs sipping on their mugs of coffee on such a beautiful Saturday morning. It all looked so perfect, so peaceful, so serene and heartwarming...so why was there a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was, off?
 
 
"...Enjoying the sights?" A sudden new voice suddenly pierced through her mind and derailing her train of thought, quickly turning she would be surprised to see a rather short woman now standing next to her as if suddenly appearing right out of thin air nearly giving the pregnant woman a heart attack in the process. "Oops, sorry sweetie. Didn't mean to frighten ya. I got a little curious about who was moving in next door when I saw that real estate agent's car and your car parked near the driveway, sooo...thought I come have a look of you for myself. Hope you don't mind,"
 
 
Priya would fall silent for a moment, taking a second to assess the newcomer. No taller than Priya's shoulders the golden brown tanned woman wearing a simple black tank top t-shirt, spandex jeans, and flip flop sandals, was casually leaning her back against the bright white picket fence surrounding the new Maheswaran house before standing up straight upon meeting the Mrs. Having a very attractive, curvy hourglass body her short legs would give a visible sway to her step as her hands seemed to stay bound to her waist at all times, even when standing still only a few inches away from Priya who has now found herself ambushed into a sudden conversation without warning.
 
 
"Uh...no, not at all." Priya would finally manage to stammer out, finding herself somewhat memorized, no, more like paralyzed by the strikingly captivating hypnotic python gaze of this woman who from her accent sounded of exotic, Middle Eastern ancestry, most likely Egyptian based on her tone and mannerisms shown so far, even watching the swaying bangs of her refined, smooth black hair that was cut into a short bob like hairstyle created an unexplainably intimidating aura about her, making Priya feel a bit self conscious and uncertain of her own looks compared to a possible Egyptian goddess descendant such as her, despite being of Indian background herself.
 
 
"Is something the matter? You look absolutely pale, like you've seen a ghost."
 
 
"(Yeah, a drop dead sexy ghost.)" Priya would mutter inside her mind, her thoughts riddled with jealously which the woman seemed to pick up almost instantly.
 
 
"...I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have come by, especially unannounced." She would soon say, turning on her heels to take her leave.
 
 
"...No! No, sorry, it's not you, I promise. I may have watched one too many late night TV dramas to the point where I tend to feel uncomfortable around strangers."
 
 
"Oh, a fan of TV dramas you say? Well, if this was one of those dramas, what kind of character would you assume I would be?" She would ask from over her shoulder, even playing a bit coy by having a strand of hair being bound by her twirling finger.
 
 
"...Well, someone of your looks and...exotic accent, you would have to be, the villian."
 
 
The woman would huff a bit, crossing her arms and cocking her head to the side, no doubt feeling quite insulted by such a statement, especially after they just met. Priya would give a heavy sigh knowing she was wrong to think such a terrible thing.
 
 
"...I know, it's wrong for me to accuse you, and all these people, of being potentially dangerous."
 
 
"...Mm, I dunno. I like to think there's hidden layers to just about everyone you meet, makes life feel a little bit more, interesting~ So to speak, wouldn't you agree?"
 
 
"Umm...I, I don't know, I-"
 
 
"I'm kidding, hun. Everyone here is about as dangerous as a fresh baked cinnamon roll, it's suburban superiorism in its finest form. The American dream, apple pies cooling on counters and we all greet each other on a first name basis. Can't think of anywhere else to raise a family."
 
 
"Well, when you put it like that, I suppose there is no way I could say no to such a, very charming place. I take it you and your husband have been here for quite some time?"
 
 
"Husband? Why do you automatically assume I have a husband, why not a wife?"
 
 
Priya would let out an audible gulp, feeling like just stomped on a live land mine of a topic already, not having the slightest clue what to say or do next that won't get her into more trouble.
 
 
"I-I, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-to assume-I-"
 
 
"I'm just kidding, again! I don't even swing that way! Ha, you should have seen your face! God, that was priceless..." The short goddess would say, actually having to wipe a single tear from her eye from laughing so hard. "But in all seriousness, to answer your question, I'm single."
 
 
"Y-You are?"
 
 
"I know, shocker right? A total short stack bombshell of a babe like me? That's like, what? Top ten things guys look up on craigslist, ha! But eh, guess I just haven't found the right fella yet."
 
 
"I'm so sorry to hear that, but I'm sure someone as, um, charismatic as you, should find that special someone soon."
 
 
"I hope so, because it's finally Summer, the perfect season for some manhunting, and this little mama is feeling extra frisky~ Especially today, something is just, in the air for me~..." She would say with a wishful, dreamy sigh before her gaze finally met Priya's once more. "....I'm Ankha, by the way, your new next door neighbor."
 
 
"Nice to meet you Ankha, I'm Priya,"
 
 
While extending her hand to formally greet Anhka, Priya would almost immediately jump right out of her skin seeing the shorter woman let out a sharp gasp before suddenly dropping to her knees to press her ear against the indian woman's large pregnant belly. A couple of seconds would go by as her new neighbor would continue to purr softly, rubbing her cheek against her belly as Priya was frozen stiff like a deer caught in headlights.
 
 
"Mmm~ Sorry, I just can't resist listening to the sound of pregnant bellies, been like that ever since I was a kid. Some nights I couldn't even sleep without hearing such calm, soothing ocean like waves...and you...why, you're about the biggest, I've ever seen~"
 
 
"Oh, uh, th-thank you? I suppose-?"
 
 
"Mh-hm, to be honest, at first glance I thought you were just fat," Ankha would go on to say, much to Priya's expense and blow to her self-esteem. "But now, really looking at you, you're not just glowing, you're radiant girl~"
 
 
Despite the her words there was admittedly a very strange, overly sexualized undertone to her compliments as Ankha practically eyed her belly like she was holding up a large, priceless diamond in her bare hands. After a moment or two Priya would have had enough, placing her hands on Ankha's to gently push them off, just in time for Jashin to come by no doubt eager to see what his wife was up to, and delightfully surprised she already met the neighbors.
 
 
"Hello dear," he would say with a quick peck of his lips against Priya's left cheek. "Who's your new friend here?"
 
 
"Oh, Jashin, this is-"
 
 
"Ankha, charmed, I'm sure~" she purred, flashing her blue eye lined lashes at her husband Jashin, clear as day she had cupid's arrow wedged in deep in the tight, narrow space between her breasts, with one hand kept underneath them as she took the liberty of extending her hand to greet him, accidentally (or purposely) making them look fuller and perkier in rivaling comparison to Priya's own hormonally enhanced bust in the process.
 
 
"Ah, Ms. Ankha," Jashin would say while taking her hand in his, and planting a soft kiss against the surface. "Charmed, indeed."
 
 
This little act would make Ankha's smile grow wider, while Priya would have an expression that looked downright insulted her jaw went slack, but she knew deep down, it was just her husband being friendly and a gentleman for a good first impression with the neighbors...but it didn't stop her from suddenly getting in the way, huffing aloud and really throwing her weight around to wedge her large pregnant belly in between them for distance to be made.
 
 
"Ahem, it's...been a pleasure to meet you miss, but we have a long day of unpacking and moving in ahead of us, and I'd like to get started." Priya would state in a stoic yet firm manner, grabbing Jashin by his arm and guiding him away as fast as she could waddle.
 
 
"It's been a pleasure to meet you both, welcome to the neighborhood, I'm sure you'll absolutely love it here!" Ankha would call out with a friendly wave goodbye.
 
 
"She seems really nice," Jashin would comment as soon as they were out of view from her.
 
 
"Yeah, a bit too nice if you ask me."
 
 
"Nonsense, you worry too much. Everything will be fine, I'm sure."
 
 
"...I hope so."
 
 
Later, that same evening:
 
 
After finding his lawnmower much earlier than he expected from the moving truck, Jashin decided to get a headstart on giving the lawn a good trimming while Priya took charge of moving the delicate picture frames and paintings from the moving truck inside the house. Jashin, hard at work making the front lawn of their new home look as well kept as possible, would have a great deal of sweat glistening off his toned, muscular bronze body with the afternoon summer sun beating down on the man as his new neighbor Ankha was watching intently from the shady spot on her front porch with a pair of dark sunglasses and a sunhat, often bitting on the side of her index finger in a very subtle manner everytime he would wipe the sweat from his brow before he soon noticed her.
 
 
"Oh, Ms. Ankha, hello, I didn't notice you there."
 
 
"That's quite alright, don't mind me, I'm just enjoying the show...~" she would answer back, leaning a bit harder against the porch railing making sure he had a chance to see just enough cleavage to make his hardwork worth it as repayment for the sight of seeing the sweaty Adonis of a man. "You look awfully parched dear, would you like something to drink? I can pour you some lemonade,"
 
 
"Some lemonade would be nice, since you are offering,"
 
 
In less than a few minutes Ankha would come over with a pair of glasses filled to the brim with ice cold lemonade for the two of them, but not without giving him more of her own show of having her hips give the alluring sway as her dainty feet was practically made for walking on a fashion show catwalk, handing over one to the positively drenched man as promised.
 
 
"Ah, many thanks Miss," Jashin would say while graciously accepting the gift of the lemon flavored drink taking a quick sip from the glass.
 
 
"Of course, my pleasure. Sooo, how long have you been married, to Priya?"
 
 
"Oh, a couple of years now. Five, six years to date I believe."
 
 
"That short?"
 
 
"Uh...Well, we've practically known each other since middle school back in Canada, and one day we decided to finally tie the knot and make that big step, get a house in the suburbs and start a family."
 
 
"Ah yes, of course, of course. Uh, this marriage, is it...an open relationship? By any chance?"
 
 
Upon hearing this Jashin would almost immediately spit his drink right back into his cup from the unexpected question from her.
 
 
"O-Open? I, I don't think-"
 
 
"Kidding hun! I'm kidding, hehe. You two are sooo easy to trick, I just love a good laugh."
 
 
"...Ah, ahaha. That's a real good one, Ms. Ankha, Priya didn't tell me you were a joker."
 
 
"What can I say? I think I'm quite a, card, and I do enjoy having a, wild, time at parties."
 
 
"Oh, are there often parties on this block?"
 
 
"A good bit, with everyone being so friendly here there are some impromptu get-togethers here and there..."
 
 
She would take a step forward before lightly gesturing for him to lean down a bit so her lips were a mere inch away from his ear.
 
 
"Especially, massive orgies~"
 
 
Jashin's eyes would grow wide as his jaw practically slammed into the ground after hearing that, only to hear the shorter woman erupt into a giggling fit.
 
 
"Ha! Got you twice, got you twice!"
 
 
Her laughter proved contagious as Jashin's chest would fill with a warm feeling, find himself laughing along with her from her brand of blue comedy. All the while Priya would watch the two of them from the living room window, her lips curling into a stoic frown seeing them growing quite fond of each other. Shortly that late evening, Priya would confront Jashin about his conversation with that Ankha earlier.
 
 
"Priya, honey, sweetie...are you actually, jealous?"
 
 
"J-Jealous!? Oh, no, no no no, not in the slightest,"
 
 
"Uh-huh,"
 
 
"It's true!"
 
 
"Honey, I know you like the back of my hand, you totally are."
 
 
"You obviously don't know the back of your hand, because I absolutely, positively, am not jealous of Ms. Ankha."
 
 
"...Hmph."
 
 
"Hmph, what?"
 
 
"...Never said anything about you being jealous of Ms. Ankha, directly, now did I?"
 
 
"I-you-don't do that!"
 
 
"Don't do what?
 
 
"Don't pretend you tricked me into admitting something. You know very well it's implied, common sense."
 
 
"Well sure, a husband talking to a female next door neighbor could warrant some jealousy from his loving wife, but you just made it clear that it's not me talking to her that's the problem here. It's, her."
 
 
"...You can take that smug tone out of your voice, I do not, appreciate it."
 
 
"Noted."
 
 
"...What did she even say to you?"
 
 
"Mm...Ms. Ankha is quite, the lively one, especially at parties apparently. Let's just, leave it like that,"
 
 
The very next day in the Maheswaran household, the sound of a warm running water could be heard coming from the master bedroom private bathroom as Priya was in the shower covered from head to toe in soap and suds, soon emerging from said shower a few short minutes later to start drying off with a fluffy white towel waiting for her, the pregnant woman couldn't help but look from the corner of her eye at the nearby mirror. Noticing right away some slight markings starting to form along the sides of her big round belly, stretchmarks, dreadful looking ones that could easily be mistaken for grim battle scars. Which would make sense, her pregnancy has been quite an uphill battle with how fast their little one has been growing inside her, something her physicians could only described as a miracle baby, one that can have several random growth spurts in a single month while still being perfectly healthy. Still, as much as the natural beauty of stretchmarks would be considered, Priya's sense of self consciousness was at an all time high simply envisioning her badly stretched and scared skin being compared to the sleek and smooth skin of Ankha-
 
 
"Hello there." Her voice would suddenly pierce through the silence as Ankha suddenly appeared leaning against the frame of her open window frightening Priya in the process not expecting anyone was watching her.
 
 
"Ah! Ms. Ankha! Please, restrain yourself from scaring me so often! It is a habit I do not enjoy!"
 
 
"Aww, it's just us girls here. Besides, I've seen that very look plenty of times before, you don't like your stretchmarks."
 
 
"What is there to like about them? They look absolutely horrid."
 
 
"...Well, thats a negative way to look at it. If anything, I see them as triumphs, proof of pure fertility~ But I can understand that, a perfectly round and smooth pregnant belly is something purely divine to behold..."
 
 
Priya would hold her head low, knowing know that Ankha's serene words ring true, and that she can never fit that description ever again. That's when Ankha placed a hand against the despairing woman's chin to lift up her gaze a little.
 
 
"Now, now, no need to be sad. I have something that can help with your problem."
 
 
"...Y-You do?"
 
 
"Of course, I make pregnancy my business, after all."
 
 
Priya would be confused at first wondering what she could have possibly meant by that. But after being Invited over to Ankha's home for the first time, she soon learns not only is the woman indeed a fan of Egyptian themed artworks, furniture, and fashion, but she also makes and sells her own special homemade skin care cream as a business born right out of her golden pyramid palace of a home as jars upon jars could be found on just about every counter surface in sight like a cosmetic laboratory.
 
 
"Here, a free sample, from one neighbor to another." The short woman would say with the most sweetest of smiles, handing Priya a jar that still felt warm to the palm it was freshly made. "The bathroom is right down the hall and to the left,"
 
 
"Thank you," Priya would say, carefully taking the jar in hand and making her way to what she believed to be the bathroom, but to her surprise the room she wandered into was...anything but a bathroom.
 
 
The room Priya found was like a private study, with the only subject matter was pure sex. Leather whips, ball gags, anal beads, spanking paddles and just about any and every piece of latex clothing imaginable lining the deep red walls greatly contrasting the refined golden walls lining the rest of the house, with many, many more fun looking "toys" laying about just waiting to be used. Priya's gaze, a bizarre and mixed expression of both morally disgust and morbid curiosity.
 
 
"Oops, did I say left?" Ankha would call out from the living room area, relaxing like a pharaoh queen on her long velvet lined couch. "I meant right, honest mistake, sweetie."
 
 
Unable to bring herself to say a single word on the manner, Priya would calmly take a few steps back into the bathroom and promptly close the door for privacy. There, she would begin unfastening several of her bottom buttons to her blouse revealing her bare pregnant belly stretching the lining of her jean leggings with it's magnificent size to the mirror in order to apply the skin cream against the taut round skin. At first, the smooth cream felt icky and icy cold to her sensitive belly, but soon the sweet cinnamon butter like substance would emit a warm feeling soon washing over her entire body in waves. It was strange, yet oddly relaxing as she absentmindedly continued to rub her own belly, her hand on autopilot as her senses melted into absolute bliss, that's when Priya would let out a breathless gasp seeing her own natural reflection no longer in the mirror...
 
 
...but Ankha's.
 
 
Like something straight out of a horror movie Priya's reflection has been replaced by the source of her growing envy as the mirror Ankha was staring right at her with a gaze that could only be described as, malicious. But this sight proved to be more of a nightmarish daydream as someone else soon entered the mirror as Jashin (or better explained as an evil Jashin due to sharing the same menacing glare) would approach Ankha from behind, embracing the woman in a loving kiss as she guided his hands to rest upon her shoulders, then running down her arms, and slowing to a stop against the sides of her flat, toned belly. Now rubbing against it in slow, sensual circles before Priya's eyes grew wider seeing Anhka's belly started to bloat, expanding and lurching outwards in a massive swell rivaling Priya and then some, making the shortstack woman look undeniably, absolutely, without a doubt...pregnant, having a dome of a belly kicking and squirming with life as large, round bulges started to press up and outwards against Ankha's cooing touch, rapidly darting across the golden tanned surface with excitement.
 
 
"No....no! Jashin! H-How could you!?" Priya shouted at what felt like a vacuum space growing around her, her heart feeling as heavy as a stone at the thought of her husband leaving her for her sultry, curvy neighbor just to have another child, and soon getting the answer to her question as Jashin and Ankha broke away from their kiss just to flash impish smiles at her, as if to say the show was far from over.
 
 
*Guuuurgle!*
 
 
The sudden stomach churning sound unmistakenly coming from Priya, causing the Indian woman to slowly look down with shaking breath to see the vast curve that was her own pregnant belly starting to recede, deflating like a large balloon leaking out air and losing it's volume at a rapidly steady rate.
 
 
"My baby!" Priya screamed in pure horror, gripping the sides of her watermelon sized belly start to flatten out to a vacant landscape, practically able to feel the life she has been growing for the past few months leaving her body.
 
 
And of course, without the presence of a baby, her body would have no need to pump such hormones through her system anymore as her maternal curves started to deflate as well. Her breasts, once full, perky, milk filled solid D-cups shrink from D's, to C's, and finally back to their much less impressive and desirable B-cup state, barely able to fill her bra she felt so suddenly insignificant.
 
 
"M-My breasts! What's happening to me!?"
 
 
"Ahh!~" Ankha exclaimed as her chest started to shake and wobble, sloshing aloud and swelling in size as they audibly began to inflate with milk practically shredding through her tank top leaving her bloated breasts bare with nipples erect and sprouting milk droplets, said droplets would erupt into thin streams of milk hitting the mirror like it was nothing more than a plain glass window between them.
 
 
Before Priya could even properly fathom what just happened, she felt weak in the knees as the draining feeling returned twice as strong than before. Priya's natural birthing hips started to shrink as well, slimming down until her lower body felt as narrow as a pair of twigs as the Indian woman could do nothing to stop this. Anhka on the other hand, was relishing in this feeling, watching with a drooling grin of an expression seeing Priya's stolen hips start to appear on her. The short woman's already curvy hips flaring outwards and her butt plumping up with several extra layers of fat becoming a huge, juicy golden peach, to which the evil Jashin would raise his hand slam it hard against those soft cheeks sending her much fatter, rounder ass clapping with musical harmony with a rousing smack.
 
 
"Aw, fuck!~" She cried out, practically on the edge of an impending orgasm from so much stimulation happening at once, her breasts painfully aching like swollen jugs of heavy milk, her deliciously thick thighs eagerly rubbing against each other, and the stolen baby kicking around HARD with so much energy, bouncing and flipping about wildly.
 
 
The mirror duo soon showing their wicked grins seeing how utterly petrified Priya has become with sheer terror on her face at the sight of her husband, her pregnancy, her body, and her life being stolen from right under her nose. Gripping the sides of her head and clenching her eyes tightly Priya would scream aloud to have this agonizing nightmare come to an end, and end it did. As abruptly as it all began, Priya would wake to find herself standing still in Anhka's bathroom, her reflection in the mirror having returned and her buxom, hormonally enhanced curves on full display as if indeed nothing happened. Yet Priya was panting and sweating aloud, as if the poor woman has just ran a whole marathon of a race in a matter of seconds. Opening the door Priya would briskly waddle right past Ankha, who was just about to offer a plate of cookies and a couple glasses of sweet tea to her house guest.
 
 
"Oh, Priya, leaving so soon? I thought we could have a moment more to chat,"
 
 
"Trust me, would love too, honestly but...something has come up I-got to go, thank you for your help," Priya would call out over her shoulder before departing entirely, leaving the house as fast as her encumbered legs could carry her, completely unaware of the knowing smirk of a grin soon appearing on Ankha's face watching her leave.
 
 
"This...is gonna be fun~"