Rest & Relaxation

Chapter 2
Shade

CHAPTER TWO - SHADE

“Still don’t remember me, sweetie?” Black Cat couldn’t help but coo at the barely in high school visage of Mrs. Peter Parker, the scourge of her romantic life. Pride overwhelming her, Felicia walked up to a wall in the side of the Sauna and removing a small panel, hidden to anyone who didn’t know its exact location.

Resting in it was an egg shaped clay vessel that was glowing a neutral white, pulsating in and out. It was unlike anything the two of them had ever seen.

“This, my dear, is an object stolen from the History Museum this afternoon. It’s a truly priceless piece, but its no accident it wound up here in this spa, hon, because it contains a sample of the water from the fountain of youth.”

MJ wondered who this strange lady was, and how she knew so much about this object, but then, as if its presence had broken her out of whatever trance she was in from the heat of the Sauna and the overwhelming physical changes. The Black Cat. The conniving bitch that tried to steal Peter! It seemed that the object had restored her memories, but left her body the unappealing youthened specimen it was now. She had to stay quiet. If Felicia knew she was aware of what was going on, the worst could happen.

“Here, put your hand on it. But careful now, don’t drop it.”

First mistake, MJ thought as she feigned naivety holding the artifact. She had no idea how to use it, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how badly she wanted to give Felicia a taste of her own medicine.

With a sudden green glow and hissing noise, the egg responded immediately. Felicia’s mask fell off her face, as her center of gravity moved lower. She was getting shorter without knowing it, but soon the effects would be too obvious to miss. She looked more college co-ed than young detective, and Felicia silently felt her cat suit becoming looser, especially around her hips and breasts. Her breasts! Felicia was a late bloomer in high school, so already she felt her figure slimming down to a full C-cup, down from the Double D’s her sophomore year in college had afforded her. With a glib smirk, MJ tore down the suit from the shoulders, where it was becoming dreadfully loose, and exposed the nineteen-year-old nude body of Felicia Hardy to the open air of the Yamamoto Spa. Tears welled up in her eyes as she shamefully slid out of the rest of her suit, now just a senior in high school, her nipples swelling bright pink with the signs of breast growth. But in rewind, the process looked more to the devilishly entertained Mary Jane Parker like a Victoria’s Secret catalogue in reverse. A green pulse from the egg. Her butt slimmed down to match her straighter hips; Felicia cupped her breasts to confirm they were little more than a perky pair of 34B’s. Another pulse, and the perkiness went towards pointyness, her breasts now more conical, rapidly dwindling down to 32B’s just in time for another pulse. This one sent a chill running through Felicia’s body as she realized now, at the age of fifteen, she was nearing her first period! Her hips faded to match her boyish ass and triangular 32A “boobies” that no doubt filled her with anxiety during freshman gym class. Pulse. She left the Victoria’s Secret catalogue for the Old Navy training bra aisle, her bald mound further resounded as the artifact returned to its placid white glow that Felicia Hardy was thirteen years old, and on the other side of puberty.

MJ released a high laugh, her small breasts and intimations of pubic hair comparatively dwarfing her blond peer. But their eyes, both of their eyes were filled with rage as Felicia threw her naked body at MJ’s in a struggle to get control of the egg.

From the video camera in the corner, Mrs. Yamamoto let go a small smile.

“Looks like we have two test subjects today, gentlemen. Retrieve them.”

Two goons went off with a look of satisfaction. How hard could it be to retrieve a couple of little girls?