Rest & Relaxation

Chapter 4
Beauty

MJ and Felicia were ushered into an elevator, where the nervous girls let out low whimpers as they began to believe for sure their adult lives were gone. MJ thought of Peter, how, even if she was released at this age, would lose at least four years of her life before she could be old enough to be pretty again. What loving boyfriend - no, what loving husband could possibly share the same relationship with a twelve year old girl?

Felicia too, drew a look of concern as she stared at her small hands, her panic now completely drowning out the hum of the elevator, slowly chugging upwards. She was so small now, like a horrible dream that was too vivid to possibly be false. Would she have to go back to high school? No! She was even younger than that - the seventh grade! Acne, and a first boyfriends, first periods, everything she had been so embarrassed about she would have to deal with all over again. Then there were the existential questions: why them? Why now? And what exactly was this studio?

The humming ceased, and the tall elevator doors opened to reveal a fully operational modeling studio. Lights, cameras, makeup, and busy people hurrying around as if it were completely normal for two terrified little girls to be coming up to see them.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here, Mary Jane. We have been waiting for you for so long!”

A young, slender Asian woman approached the girls, and kneeled down. Felicia focused here eyes on the young face, the giddy smile, and the familiarity before MJ could.

“You!”

Mrs. Yamamoto couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s realization.

“Oh little Felicia! Yes, it is I. Figures you wouldn’t recognize me in my true form. None of you seem to care about the feelings or plans of a middle aged woman, but now that I hold this...” She produced the egg from her bag. “...You have little choice in the matter of what I want you to do. Now it seems I am the one in control of the situation, and you don’t appreciate how much of a hurry I am in.”

She permitted herself a short laugh while MJ’s pubescent voice squeaked out a threat.

“Peter is going to find out about this! He’s going to come here and shut you down!”

Yamamoto’s eyes seemed to twinkle with the satisfaction of preparation. “Ah yes, the Spiderman card. Figured you would play it soon enough. That national disaster he’s dealing with in Arlington? Well, lets just say I always schedule my photo shoots very exactly.”

“You’re insane!”

“All I ever wanted was you, MJ. To have a chance to be even more famous starting your career in child modeling! And when I found one spare hero snooping around, I just so happened to capture her, too! Well, lets just say I have been on a roll...”

Felicia gulped hard. It was indeed her snooping that got her in this situation -

“No, Ms. Hardy, I am not talking about your little antics alone. There is also the question of one Emma Frost. Ring any bells?”

The girls were shocked to hear that she had a whole harem of girls just like them she was keeping and tormenting with her age-changing artifact!

“Oh no, you made her little, just like us!” Felicia was now used to the sound of her pint-sized voice.

“Shame, isn’t it, to leave her all alone like that? But the thing is, girls, I only need two models. She is of no use to me.”

On cue, the artifact again emitted its glow, filling the room. The girls expected to find themselves growing younger, but found their bodies unchanged.

“You might want to over there.”

On a video monitor, there was a fuzzy transmission over closed circuit of a naked girl, no more than eleven, frantically pounding on the door of her cell.

“Ah, so the clever girl thinks she can escape my prison, huh? My, I have good timing.”

Emma had used the last of her powers, which had just formed at the onset of puberty to break out of the table she was being held on. She felt a wooziness in her head, and another chill pass through her body. Banging on the door, she felt her hands transform back from their hard diamond form to soft, fat flesh. But that could only mean that she was...

Looking down, her worst fears were confirmed. She continued to grow younger. But now, all she could do was scream. Her face turned softer and more round, punctuated by her large eyes and gapped teeth. As her height plunged beneath four and a half feet, still going faster, her mind became clouded with the thoughts of a third grader. Her stomach, once flat and smooth, the envy of girls with any body fat at all, became pudgier, showing the baby fat more befitting a seven year old. Her nipples pale and flat, they only came out from her chest now from the growing baby fat. Five, and she was bawling, her three foot frame collapsing downward, her legs giving out beneath her. Her sex no longer of any desire or function, she laid down spread eagle, fully exposed, but useless. Emma Frost was now a mere three years old.

Mrs. Yamamoto walked over to the monitor and disabled it with a deft tap of a button. “That little demonstration was to tell you girls that I am not fucking around any more. You disobey, you go back in diapers. Are we understood?”

The girls shuddered at the thought of having to go back that far. Suddenly putting aside their differences, they went to hold each other’s hands. It was as if in that moment, all of their differences, hatreds, and conceit went away. There was raw survival instinct in the air, and they needed to get back that artifact, or at least get out before they suffered the same fate as Ms. Frost.

“Well, time to divide you two up for the photo shoot. Well, do I see we have a new friendship forming? Oh dear, I always hate it when I am given such a wonderful opportunity to undo all of the good you may have found in each other.”

Yamamoto grabbed the egg, and placing her hand on it, caused it to glow a perpetual white.

“Here girls, have a hold of it. It’s OK, it won’t recognize anyone’s commands but my own, now, so don’t get any bright ideas. Now, clearly it does me no good to have two models the same age, so I figure we’d have to mix things up a bit.”

Felicia and Mary Jane’s eyes lit up when they held the artifact they had so longed for, but then felt a strange and different quivering in their bodies as they touched it. Nothing seemed to happen at first, but then it became terribly clear what was going on. MJ didn’t believe it at first, but there they were, right before her eyes. Breasts. Small, buds at best, but they were coming back. Her pubic hair, too, began to fill out its natural redness that in turn caused her hips to flair out. Felicia too saw these changes come to her even faster, reflective of an early blooming puberty that already had her thirteen year old breasts restored to compliment her golden tufts. As the girls grew taller, they started crying with such happiness to see age being returned to them. MJ sized up her breasts with a comforting squeeze, pleased to find they were healthy B-cups, she was a high school junior now! Felicia, too, felt most of her womanly curves return, her larger chest immediately outclassing Mary Jane’s, but nonetheless, both girls were relieved to find they were older. Then the quivering feeling was gone, and the process stopped.

Mary Jane and Felicia Hardy were high school seniors, both exactly eighteen years old. Felicia clutched the egg in her arms, using it to cover her ample bosom, her legs slightly crossed to hide her sex.

“That’s it? You’re going to torment us by giving us what we want?” MJ laughed at the plot while secretly biting her tongue.

It couldn’t possibly be this easy, this simple.

“Oh, my poor dear. You aren’t even aware, are you? If you’re holding the egg, you stay your age. But if you aren’t you’ll probably lose about a year every five seconds or so. Now, I’ve only got about a minute until we need to get you in to make up, so please make this quick.”

MJ panicked, looking down to realize her modest chest was becoming all the more slight by the second. Casting off all of the camaraderie she had found moments before, she dove at the still eighteen Felicia, knocking the egg from her casual stance. The naked teenagers struggled up from the ground, and then pushed each other as they moved towards the brilliant egg.

“Get out of my way, you big-titted freak!” MJ cast a jealous glance over at Felicia’s full D-cups, which were slowly sliding back to their C form. She grabbed the egg and watched in satisfaction as she grew younger still. MJ lifted the egg high over her head, her height at 17 barely outclassing the 15 year old Felicia.

“Nice boobies, upperclassman.” Felicia snickered, observing that all her early blooming at this age made her womanly assets comparable in size to Mary Jane’s. Then, with a low sweeping kick, she knocked MJ to her feet, grabbed the egg, and ran on top of one of the modeling stools.

The age changes in MJ became more drastic, her breasts highlighting the final steps of a backwards step through the alphabet, until she fell down, scared and crying, watching her last strands of pubic hair fade away into a useless bald mound, and her breasts fall flat, leaving her no more than 9, and Felicia 15.

The egg ceased to glow, and Mrs. Yamamoto smiled that same devious smile.

“Enough games for now. My, what beauty you two had at these ages...”

MJ could only break her tears for a final scowl at Felicia, as they

separated once again on the way towards makeup.