It's what she came here for.

"I-I'm only 19," Younger Lisa stammers, a statement with no conviction behind it.

Future Lisa watches as Jake wraps her younger self in his arms, kissing her delicate features, the teen in his arms trembling and clinging tightly to him. Her mind gets dragged elsewhere though, to a doctor's office a couple of years ago from her perspective, a very uncomfortable reading of test results.

"I'm so scared I'll just keep letting you down..." Younger Lisa sighs as Jake's hands go under her dress, her underwear soon coming down.

Future Lisa remembers the visit being one of many, each with worse news than the last. That her insides had rotted and she could never have children had just been the start, every weakness and headache was the sign of something much, much worse.

"I love you Jake, I'm so sorry I'm such a brat, thank you so much for looking after me, please keep looking after me..." Younger Lisa lies back in her pretty prom dress, silky legs raised up to expose her inviting teen pussy, her lovely breasts beginning to slip free of the dress.

Future Lisa moves forward, letting her dress down to pool at her feet and be discarded with a simple kick. She remembers now some of the things she had forgotten, and she wants dearly to be part of this moment she had denied herself.

"You look so pretty Sugarplum," She smiles, wrapping an arm gently around her younger self, squeezing a pert breast and imagining it full of milk, stroking her stomach and imagining it full of child.

"Angel..." Her younger self looks up at her with happy, frightened, watery eyes.

"Breed her good, Jake," Future Lisa purrs, spreading her younger self's pussy lips wide open for him. "Put a baby in this brat and change everything."