(Author's Note: Some of this is inspired by the Prime Version, but plays off a bit differently.)
As Jon awoke the next morning, he could hear Laura breathing heavily in her sleep. For a moment, he considered just lying there...after all, the bed was comfortable..but as he drifted out of his light doze, he decided he'd best leave. He tried, but then realized her arm was wrapped across his chest holding him a tight embrace. He laid there a bit awkwardly, for a few minutes before gently trying to move her arm.
He was able to do so, and got up. "Guess I'd better see if anything has changed," he mumbled. He checked the mirror. His hair was now longer, hanging just past his ears, but hadn't lightened to his mother's shade. As his eyes traveled down his body, his muscles looked less defined, giving his arms a more slender look. Finally his gaze fell on his lower half, his hips had flared out noticeably, and his legs...well, his mother was an attractive woman, and his lower body didn't look identical to hers, but it definitely had the same feminine shape. He walked back and forth in front of the mirror, noticing how his hips moved. He put a hand on his rear...definitely felt bigger.
"You look pretty good," a voice said.
He jumped, and spun around. "Laura!!" He said, shrilly. "Were you watching me?"
Laura was lying there. "You woke me up when you left the bed. I wasn't trying to spy...I was just curious what happened." She rotated to a sitting position and got up, joining him at the mirror. She was a head taller than he was, limbs thicker and more muscular.
"How far is this going to go?" Jon asked.
"I don't think anyone knows..." Laura said. "But...we may look different, but nothing has changed where it counts." She put an arm around Jon. "You've been so mature through all this, Jon..."
Lydia had woken up in Buster's bed...only unlike yesterday, it wasn't as small as it had been yesterday. Had it grown to fit her as well?
She got up on all fours, then gradually stumbled to her feet, feeling a bit unsteady. She heard the sound of Buster coming out of the bedroom. It didn't occur to her that she'd had to rescue him from there the previous two days.
He approached her and sat down next to her, allowing her to notice how he'd grown.
As she sat next to him on the floor, the dog nuzzling her, she noticed how loose his collar was around his neck. She fumbled to unhook it, her hands feeling somewhat uncooperative this morning. She couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Her dog was now sat in front of her wearing what she usually wore to bed, including the old panties she used for sleeping in, and she sat there completely naked. She felt like she was going crazy. She grabbed his collar again and held it up. Without thinking, she put it around her neck and clipped the ends together.
Buster cocked his head to one side. He gave her a nudge with his nose then walked over to the back door. Lydia watched him as he sat down and gave a little bark. She shook her head a little, it had almost sounded like he had said the word out.
She suddenly realized that she really needed to pee. “Ok, ok, I’m going" she grumbled as she took a few steps forward on all fours before pushing herself upright. She opened the back door and ran outside.
Buster stood by the open door, and when she got through it, he pushed the door closed. Lydia didn't notice until she had finished her business.
Ethan woke up to a figure standing over his bed. "Are you going to sleep all day?" Abby's voice said.
He stirred. "It's like...still early."
"I woke up in your room again. I let you sleep for a while, but I made breakfast so I'm not waiting for you anymore."
"You...made breakfast?" Ethan said, sitting up in surprise.
"Cereal is still breakfast," she replied. "Are you coming or not?"
