NeverBloom

Chapter 2

Part 2

Vanessa ran to her bedroom, and locked herself in it. She didn’t want anyone else to see this.

She ran to her mirror, and watched as the years unwound themselves in front of her eyes.

Her 18-year-old self was a model with killer curves, but the first thing she noticed was her breasts starting to shrink as she bra became looser. It wasn’t much at first - just a cup size, as she went back to 17. She was still quite attractive, and most girls would have envied her body even then.

Vanessa frowned, as she realized her face was changing. It became more youthful, and girlish.

She hadn’t realized just how much change had happen since she was 16, but it was brought into sharp contrast as she rounded that age. Her breasts had gone down another cup size, but things hadn’t gotten worrying yet.

This was the age where she had been scouted as a model, she still looked really good, but she knew what the next few years brought with them. Her height, her amazing legs, her ass, and her boobs.

Sure enough, she started to notice the room around her seeming to grow, and her clothes became much looser than they had before. Her shirt was now baggy, and her bra was threatening to fall off. She held her pants up to keep them on her.

Vanessa let out a groan as the reality of her situation started to set in.

She was coming on 15, and while she was a tall girl for her age, with breasts that were slightly bigger than average, she knew what was coming.

She felt like a girl dressing up in her mom’s clothes as she again looked like her 14-year old self. She gave up on keeping her pants up, and noted that her breast stayed about the same as they were at 15. She sighed - she knew they weren’t going to change too much for a few more “years” yet.

While her breasts had been slightly above average for a 15-year-old, they were quite developed for a 14-year-old, and since they kept their size as she continued to age backwards, positively massive for a 13, and then 12 year old.

Vanessa sighed. At 12, she had sometimes been mistaken for an older girl, perhaps in high school, even though she had been quite skinny and naive back then. It had confused her when guys hit on her, and she constantly had to tell people that she was just 12, often to a disbelieving reaction.

But her time was at an end. The breasts that had graced her chest for the last seven years started to reverse their amazing growth spurt along with a considerable amount of her height, and Vanessa was soon looking at an 11 year old girl.

Her breasts were mere buddings, their crazy growth spurt of the next year a distant memory (or perhaps prophecy at this point?)

Vanessa pulled off her now baggy clothes, and looked at herself. She struggled not to cry, seeing how she would look for the next few weeks. She had put so much of her self-image into her appearance, and to have it taken away, even knowing it was only temporary was causing her way more distress than she had felt in a long time.

She plopped on the ground, and started wallowing in misery.

“I look like a little kid!” she said. “Look at me! I’ve got no boobs, no ass, and I’m shorter than Brooke.”

She started wailing, tears coming down like a deluge.

She would have stayed that way for a long time, but there was a knock at her door.

“Hey, Vanessa,” Brook said, sounding far too smug. “I heard about what happened.”

Vanessa sobbed, and stopped crying. She wiped her tears, and reminded herself this was temporary. She could do this. She could take her lumps, and come back stronger than ever!

She grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around herself, and then opened the door.

Brooke couldn’t hide her smile when her pipsqueak sister appeared. For the first time in her life, she was looking down at Vanessa. She did note sourly that Vanessa was only a little shorter than her, but in that moment she didn’t really care. It was amazing to see the titan toppled.

“Wow, Vanessa, how young did they make you? It’s hard to believe you were ever this short! And where did you boobs go?” Brooke said, making a motion with her hand.

Vanessa was hurt and self-conscious, but she knew that she needed to try to nip this in the bud while she could. Otherwise, Brooke was probably going to be insufferable for the next two weeks.

“What are you so happy about?” Vanessa snapped, trying look intimidating. A difficult task when she was smaller than her sister. “You’re barely bigger than I was at 11, and your boobs are only a little bigger than my mosquito bites now! You think I feel embarrassed? Hah. This just shows how much better I’ve always been than you, and always will be.” She crossed her arms, and puffed her chest out. “Besides, I only have to look like this for a few weeks. You’re going be stuck like that forever, unless the puberty fairy is really nice and finally visits you in college or something.”

Brooke felt the sting of her sister’s words. Vanessa was right, and it made her furious.

That familiar venom started to bubble up, and Brooke’s anger was becoming harder and harder to contain. She had to do something. To lash out.

She pushed Vanessa back. She had only intended to make her take a step back, but she accidentally used more force than she intended, sending her sister hurtling backwards onto her butt.

She looked down at Vanessa, who seemed scared of Brooke’s size and strength.

“Well, I’m the older sister for now, Vanessa,” Brooke said. “And I’m going to make sure you know it.”

Vanessa stuck her tongue out at Brooke. She hadn’t done that in years, but now as the “younger” sister it just kind of felt right.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Brooke said, laughing. “Not so tough without an entourage of horny boys and floozy girls around you, are you?”

Vanessa stood up, and slammed the door in Brooke’s face.

Brooke heard the door lock, and reflected on what had just happened. A part of her felt a little guilty about pushing Vanessa, and some of the things she said. But another part of her had found it oh so satisfying! It had been so gratifying to see Vanessa’s flat-as-a-board chest, and to have to look down to talk to her. To not have to look up at her perfect, shapely model of a sister, but down a scared, humiliated 11 year old girl.

Brooke tried to ignore what Vanessa had said about when things would go back to normal. That was for future Brooke to worry about. For now, she was going to feed the venom, gratify her envy and resentment, and enjoy every single moment of superiority she had over Vanessa for the next few weeks.

Vanessa took a deep breath after locking the door, and went to her closet looking for something that would fit her smaller frame. Thankfully, she had some of her old clothes from middle school, and so she was able to put them on.

Unfortunately, they were mostly from after her growth spurt, so they were pretty loose around her chest. Oh, well. She could always go shopping for something later.

Vanessa decided she needed to make her debut to her parents in style. She started doing her make-up, trying to make herself look mature. Then she searched around under her bed for some old shoes (she never threw shoes out!) and found the first pair of high heels her mom had ever bought her when she was 13.

She tried walking in them, but they were too big for her feet.

Vanessa was resourceful though. Soon, using socks as filler, she was able to just about walk around in the shoes, and she noted with pride that she would now be taller than Brooke. She then went, and managed to find an old training bra from when she was 12. She used socks here as well, and soon she was admiring her handiwork in the mirror.

She smiled.

She could never pass for her 18 year old self, but between the extra height, the make up, and her stuffed bra she was pretty sure she could get most people to read her as late middle school, early high school.

Holding her head up high, she walked down to her parents.

“Hello, mother and father,” she said. “How do I look?”

“You look like you did when you were 12 or 13,” her father admitted. “Funny, I was aiming for 10 or 11, but it’s my first time using Youthies. Maybe you could use a little more?”

Vanessa’s heart started beating. No! Her plan to hold her head high was back firing.

Her mom put her hand gently on her father’s. “Oh, Tom, let her have this. She’s definitely downgraded enough for this to be a proper punishment.”

Tim furrowed his brow, but finally relented.

Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief.

“Um, father,” Vanessa said, trying to sound mature. “I’m going to drive to the mall, if that’s alright. I need more clothes for the coming weeks.”

She walked towards the front door, but heard her dad call her back.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he said. “12 years aren’t allowed to drive. Ask your sister if she’s willing to drive you.”

Vanessa’s heart sank. She had been hoping to minimize her interactions with her sister.

She hung her head, and walked up the stairs to her sister’s room.

She heard giggling inside.

Vanessa knocked.

“I’m on a Skype call,” Brooke shouted back. “Oh wait, Jenny do you want to see my sister?”

Vanessa tried to protest, and get to her room before that could happen, but she was too slow.

Brooke had opened her door, and gotten between Vanessa and her room before she could. It turned out that sock-stuffed high heels were not the best path for speed.

Brooke pointed her phone at Vanessa, and Vanessa could see Brooke’s little friend Jenny on the call.

“Oh my gosh!” Jenny said. “She looks so cute.”

“I know, right?” Brooke said. “Here, let me show you something funny!”

She wrapped her arms around her sister, and held the phone out so Jenny could see the two of them side by side.

Jenny went quiet. “Oh, um, wow,” she said. “Vanessa still has bigger boobs and is taller than you, even at 11?”

Brooke’s cheeks flushed, and she looked over at her sister. The venomous envy in her heart started to boil and bubble like never before. Had she misassessed the situation? Was Vanessa actually still somehow superior to her?

But then Brooke saw through Vanessa’s attempts to make herself look older. Brooke’s embarrassment disappeared, and she started to laugh.

The envy remained at the surface, and Brooke knew she had to capitalize on this moment. Show Jenny just how pathetic Vanessa really was right now. To show the world.

“Oh no, it’s even better than that, look at this!” Brooke said.

She ripped the socks out of Vanessa’s bra, and then moved the camera to show Jenny Vanessa’s high heels.

“She’s stuffing her bra, and using pumps to look taller,” Brooke said.

Jenny started to laugh. “Oh my god, that’s so embarrassing!”

The two younger girls laughed, and Vanessa felt her cheeks burning. She had always looked down on Brooke and her loser friends, but now they were laughing at her. Vanessa was less curvy than Brooke, and she was certainly less curvy than Brooke’s bustier friend, Jenny!

“Can I have those socks back, I need them for the mall,” Vanessa whined.

“Oh, you’re going to the mall?” Brooke said, in a mocking tone. “How are you going to get there?”

Vanessa looked at her feet. “I was going to ask you if you could drive me.”

Brooke looked at Vanessa eye-to-eye. It wasn’t quite looking down at her, but it would do. Brooke straightened up, and smiled a dark smile laced with malice. Vanessa was asking *her* for favors. Vanessa needed *her* to drive her to the mall.

Brooke’s mind started reeling with all of the conditions she could place on fulfilling that simple request for her sister. Vanessa seemed desperate, and Brooke wasn’t going to grant such a request easily. Not after all the years of humiliation Vanessa had inflicted on her.

“Oh, I’ll take you to the mall, sis,” Brooke said. “But take all that ridiculous junk off, and lose the make up. Mom didn’t let you wear make up until you were 12, right? Find somethin that looks more like what you actually wore at 11, and I’ll drive you to the mall.”

Vanessa started shaking with anger. She wanted to tell Brooke to fuck off, but Brooke held all the cards.

“Fine,” she finally said. “I’ll go get changed.”

It was humiliating. For a brief moment, Vanessa had made the best of a bad situation, and with a little cosmetics pushed herself over the threshold of her sister’s appearance. It should have made her feel good that she was so close to surpassing her sister, even at 11, but she felt small and awkward and ugly compared to her model self.

When they finally got to the mall, Brooke was having far too much fun rubbing her new superiority in her sister’s face.

This was a new feeling for Vanessa, being inferior to her sister. She did not like it one bit.

When Brooke passed a group of middle school boys wandering the mall, she had been struck by inspiration. She dragged Vanessa with her, and told them that her sister Vanessa had a huge crush on them, and wanted to say ‘hi.’

“Ew,” one of the boys says. “Who cares what an elementary schooler thinks!?”

“Yeah,” the other said. “I’d consider going out with you, before a curveless, short girl like her. What is she, 10? Neither of you is much to look at, but she looks like she should be in the lollipop guild, not asking guys like us out.”

Vanessa had tried to save face, and mumbled that she didn’t have a crush on them, but the damage was done, and when Brooke and her moved on, Vanessa could hear the boys roasting her as they left.

This had never happened before. Guys had never considered Vanessa less desirable than Brooke. Certainly, her looks had always enchanted middle schoolers, and to now not even be appealing to them was more grating than Vanessa had anticipated. Who was she if she couldn’t make any man she wanted fall effortlessly into her fingers?

As these dark thoughts passed through her head, Vanessa bought some cute, girly outfits that fit her 11-year old body perfectly (much to her chagrin), and made a resolution. This was the only day Brooke got of feeling superior over her.

That night, Vanessa worked on a nuclear option.

In the morning, Brooke was surprised to see her phone had blown up over night. She opened up her texts, and realized why with a sinking feeling.

Brooke recognized the picture of her that now seemed to have been posted to every single social media site.

She had never had the easy success with boys that Vanessa had, but Brooke had managed to briefly date one nerdy boy a year back. Things had only lasted a few weeks, but in that time Brooke had managed to loose her virginity, and sext back and forth a few times with him.

She had personally forced him to delete the pictures from his phone when she had broken up with him, and the only other person who might have known or had access was-

“Vanessa!” Brooke said, bursting into her sister’s room. “What the fuck did you do?”

“What are you talking about?” Vanessa asked innocently.

“Why did some of the pictures I sexted Justin last year get posted *everywhere*?” Brooke said, throwing her hands up in the air. “I’m ruined, everyone’s going to make fun of me!”

Vanessa tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Oh, that’s terrible. Teenage boys can be so petty sometimes, can’t they?”

“I know you did this!” Brooke said. “I’m going to make you pay.”

Vanessa stood up on her bed, so she could look down at Brooke. Her face twisted into a wicked smile.

“You should have known better than to mess with me,” Vanessa hissed out. “You’re lucky that *Justin* didn’t post the raciest photos or that little video that you two made together. Why if people are talking now, imagine if they knew what kind of a freak you really are.”

Brooke looked up at her “younger” sister, with eyes full of fear. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, *I* wouldn’t,” Vanessa said, in a mocking and sing-songy voice. “But I wouldn’t put anything past Justin. Why, if you treat me bad, look down or mock me in any way, or do anything else that displeases me in the next few weeks, I wouldn’t be surprised if Justin just posts everying he has on you.”

Brooke’s eyes started to tear up. She felt like the world was ending.

She had enjoyed being superior to Vanessa for one day, but it looked like Vanessa was even more of a controlling bitch than she thought.

Last year, Brooke had gone crying to Vanessa in a very vulnerable moment after breaking up, and told her everything in confidence. For one night, Vanessa and Brooke had been sisters just like old times, and Vanessa had consoled her and given her advice. Vanessa had actually cared about her sister’s well-being, and didn’t seem to judge her when she showed her all the contraband on her phone.

But now Brooke realized she remembered it all wrong. Vanessa didn’t care about her anymore! It had probably always been a ploy, just one more thing she could lord over Brooke if need be. Was everyone and everything just a pawn for Vanessa? Just a thing to be used and discarded, or kept around until it was useful.

“My friends have told me that they can’t be seen with me at school,” Brooke said. “I hope you’re happy, you monster!”

Brooke left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Brooke stewed in the miasma of anger, betrayal and envy that now engulfed her. She thought forward to what waited for her in two weeks. She thought of Vanessa’s amazing chest, ass and legs coming back, as they inevitably would. She thought of what kinds of things Vanessa was probably going to do once she was back.

It was not a future Brooke was looking forward to. Whatever mote of a sisterly bond they had once was irreparably broken now. They had both gotten their greatest weapons out, and it was clear that the bond could not be mended. Vanessa was not going to hold back anything anymore.

Brooke would have to deal with the fall out of what Vanessa had posted last night, and have the threat of even more material making it into people’s hands. She would have to live in a world where even for the short time where her sister was less than her, when she had the upper hand, she wouldn’t get to take full advantage of it.

Brooke wanted to scream.

She got ready for school, but realized she couldn’t go there. Instead, she drove aimlessly, wondering when her parents would get a call about her absence.

She took sidestreets, and roads she had never gone down, until she saw a large grey building with smoke billowing out from it in the distance.

Without intending, Brooke had found herself at the PlasmaTech plant in town.

She didn’t know how she had ended up here, but she recognized the logo of the company that made Youthies, as well as a dozen other technological marvels that had revolutionized society in the last few years. In spite of that, PlasmaTech was a surprisingly secretive company. No one knew what was coming next, and everyone had heard rumors of strange things happening to contractors and employees who worked there.

She didn’t even really have a plan, as she got out of her car, and managed to walk listlessly to the side door of the large building.

She wasn’t really paying attention where she was going. She just needed to get away from everything, go somewhere no one would ever think to find her. Curl up into a ball and disappear.

Away from school. Away from her so called friends. Away from her stupid sister, who somehow always managed to get the better of her.

Brooke didn’t realize how lucky she was when she listlessly followed a man in a lab coat, into the building after he scanned a key card on the door she was near. She found herself in a clean, modern laboratory with tons of bubbling liquids and wire-crossed machines.

Brooke just felt hollow, and listless as she walked among these inventions not really seeing any of them, just lost in the little teenage drama that was her life.

The man she had tailgated to get in had wandered off to some other part of the building, seemingly unaware that he had had a shadow.

Brooke finally stopped, and realized with a start that she really should not be here.

She wasn’t even quite sure how she had gotten here of all places?

She was standing in front of a desk, with a number of clear liquids labelled with things like “Formula #1704 variant C.” Brooke looked down, and started reading in interest.

“Experiment Notes: Neverbloom Breast Growth Inhibitor,” Brooke read. “The application for human testing have been approved, and initial results are promising. Individuals in the top decile of polygenic index scores for large mammaries see almost complete ceasation of growth. Suggest market research for individuals from families with back problems due to breast size, or as an alternative to puberty blockers for individuals with high polygenic index scores for breast-related dysphoria.”

Brooke blinked.

It was like fate had taken her here. To this very table.

It was the answer to all of her problems!

That primal envy started to come back, and Brooke smiled realizing she’d never have to feel it again. She was going to get her final revenge on Vanessa.

She read through how to use the the formula, and slipped a bottle into her pocket.

Supposedly, the formula needed to be applied at least once a week for the duration of Tanner Stages 3 and 4 of puberty (whatever those were), but Brooke knew her sister was going to be doing all of her growing in a week, so there was no need to apply it more than once. Just one bottle would be all she needed.

Brooke tried to walk nonchalantly out of the building, but as she was nearing the exit, she noticed a security guard walking vaguely in her direction.

She started running, and didn’t stop until she was back into her car, which she started up and drove away in.

Brooked had heard about all sort of strange stories surrounding PlasmaTech, but she had never thought she might end up having one of her own. She tried to push down the feeling that maybe it was something other than fate that brought her to that building, something far more sinister and out of her grasp.

No, she had the Neverbloom formula, and she was going to use it on her sister’s clothes when she started growing up again.

Brooke’s parents were furious at the end of the day, when they got the call about her playing hooky from school. She accepted the grounding they gave her, and kept her head down as best she could.

Vanessa continued to be an absolute terror to her, and Brooke had to grit her teeth and remind herself about the ace in the hole she now had. Brooke was perfectly cordial to Vanessa, and didn’t mock her or bother her one bit for the next two weeks.

When Vanessa was supposed to return to school, she faked being sick, and Brooke couldn’t believe they believed her for the first few days! It was such an obvious lie, clearly concocted to avoid being seen in public in her reduced state. It was like they had completely forgotten about the point of punishing Vanessa!

However, at dinner on Friday, they had strongly insinuated that Vanessa had already missed too much school, and they wouldn’t be letting her stay home unless she wanted to go to the hospital and get a bunch of blood work done.

The threat of cutting Vanessa off was skirted around, and Vanessa relented. She agreed that she would go to school on Monday.

Vanessa almost didn’t mind. By Monday, she was going to be 12 again, along with her biggest growth spurt in the chest department. She would have a lot more to work with then! Guys had already mistaken her for a high schooler at that age, and she was pretty sure she could play the whole thing off with enough make up and padding, which Brooke would never bother her about because of the blackmail.

Vanessa smiled. Everything was coming out perfect!

Soon she would be back in her model-tastic body, and she’d be looking down at Brooke rubbing her big boobies in her face.

Vanessa didn’t even notice Brooke adding the Neverbloom to the laundry when their mom did it that week.