She has a plan for her mother

A few days later, Elsie felt a human stray from the path again. Using the birds to see, she saw that it was her mother. The shock of it almost broke her. She looked so familiar yet also unnatural. She had had plastic surgery to enhance her breasts, her lips and make her nose smaller. Her skin was the deep brown not seen this time of year by pale-skinned humans, another use of unnatural human products. Her natural orange hair had been enhanced by artificial dies making it as red as a ripe holly berry, fitting for the poisonous look on her face. Her clothes included artificial fur and nylon fibres. It resembled the spots of a predator, but this was Batesian mimicry; her claws were acrylic. Even for a human, she was less dangerous than a fly, which could at least bite.

Elsie lay in ambush in a tree. She had a plan and seeing her mother flaunt her disdain for nature made her resolve clear. She was going to break a few rules, but there were ways she could justify them. Her mother approached the clearing, the signs of her campfire with her father were used as bait. Elsie pounced from the tree.

Her mother looked up at the naked form of her daughter descending down upon her. Not that she recognised it as her daughter or had much time to think as the world around her went black.

Elsie willed her vagina and womb to stretch way past the limits. She felt her mother’s form slide through her birth canal and into her womb. As her butt reached the ground, legs splayed, only her mother’s feet were left poking out of her vagina. She removed the heels, a poor choice for coming into the forest but worse if they were inside her. She tucked her mother’s toes inside her and lay back on the mossy ground. She could feel her mother squirming inside her, trying to escape.

Her mother was screaming “Silence!” Elsie shouted, and her belly calmed.

“Please, I don’t know what’s going on.” Her mother begged.

“You abandoned me to die, you lied to me, you broke the laws of nature, and I am breaking them to restore the balance.” Elsie shouted, letting out anger and resentment she didn't know she still had.

“Elsie, honey, is that you? I don’t know where I am, but if you’re here, then maybe you can help me. I thought Jonah was lying, but this must be the first true thing he said.” She lied.

“I know you're lying. Not only does my magic tell me so, but I have already had the truth from Father. You took me, you lied to him and me, you abandoned me. But it’s ok, I forgive you and am going to make it all right.” Elsie explained.

“No, Elsie You listen to me, Your father lied, he is the bad one now, get me out of wherever this is and come home with me.” Her mother demanded.

“You will come out, and we will go home but not until I have made you better and you will be with me in my home.” Elsie explained as she felt her mother start to thrash about inside her again. “You are in my womb, mother. You will be as safe as any child in the womb. You are going to be my child, and I will raise you properly and truthfully. But first you must become a child.” She willed a placenta and umbilical cord to grow and attach to her mother’s navel, pushing past her nylon clothes. Regressing a mammal like this was against the laws of nature. However, there were cases where jellyfish would return to their juvenile state. Mothers would absorb the nutrients of a failed pregnancy. As much as she tried to justify it with nature, this should not be done, but it had to be done.

Elsie reached around her bloated belly and began to masturbate. A natural process that would speed up the regression. The unneeded matter and unnatural material would need to be expelled first before the rest of the process could take place. She felt her mother grow older. Regress back to a preteen, a more manageable size. She felt some of the biological mass travel into her, the placenta working in reverse. The rest was converted into vaginal and amniotic fluid. The indigestible artificial objects fell off or were excreted out of her mother’s body. As Elsie reached an orgasm, the vaginal fluids washed the artificial objects out of her body as the amniotic sac sealed itself.

Elsie slowed the regression process; her body couldn’t take too much at once. She used her magic to speed up the breaking down of the unnatural material that lay in a pile between her legs. Even with this magic, some of the plastic was still going to take around 100 years to break down so fully, Elsie buried it. Her mother was now unconscious in her womb. The rapid regression to a preteen had pushed her into a coma. She would stay like this as Elsie’s magic slowly regressed her back to the age of a newborn baby over 5 months.