by: AbolethLasher | Complete Story | Last updated Aug 7, 2025
Part 3
On Monday morning,
Vanessa woke up and grinned from ear to ear. There was a spring in her
step as she skipped to the mirror, but when she reached it, she gasped.
She
had definitely gained back the height that had accompanied her 12th
birthday, she was probably about the same height as Brooke now, maybe a
little taller. She just about had the height to pass for a short high
school girl.
But her breasts had failed to return.
Vanessa
cupped her non-existent breasts, trying to see if they had gotten any
bigger. But no, they seemed as stubbornly small as they had been when
she was 11.
Vanessa looked at the mirror, and tried to tell
herself everything was fine. Maybe she wasn’t quite 12 yet? Maybe she
was actually 11 and a half? Growing back after Youthies wasn’t an exact
science, and some people took a little longer than others.
She
tried to tell herself that there was nothing to worry about, as she
would need more than the modest padding she had bought last week to make
herself look like she used to.
Vanessa realized she’d have to
use socks again, at least for one day. Her breasts would be back
tomorrow for sure, and she’d be able to use the padding she had gotten
then.
She grabbed one of her bras from her 18-year-old self, and
stuffed it with socks, then she grabbed the heels she had bought after
she had blackmailed Brooke to treat her nicely.
She did her make-up again, and tried to see the result.
Oh, this was hopeless!
At
11, she had just about had enough to work with to make herself look
like a slightly downgraded form of her 12 or 13 year old. Enough to be
better than Brooke at least.
But at this awkward 11 and a half
(?) she didn’t have enough to work with to make her look anything
remotely like her 18-year-old model self. It was going to be obvious
that she was on the tail end of a Youthies punishment.
Vanessa sighed. Oh well, at least she only had to put up with this humiliation for a day.
Vanessa let Brooke drive her to school, and Brooke was perfectly pleasant to her sister. Thank you blackmail!
In fact, Vanessa seemed to catch Brooke giving a big goofy smile towards her a few times.
Vanessa wondered what she was so happy about.
When
they finally arrived at the school, Vanessa sighed, and readied herself
for the week that lay ahead of her. Today would be the only day she had
to be without her breasts, so it was probably going to be the hardest
day. Everything after this would be much easier.
Vanessa’s
cheerleading friends were brutal. They teased her endlessly, just as she
had done them the one or two times their parents had punished them with
Youthies.
She kept telling herself it was fine. It was just one
week. Her friends had had to put up with three of them, and she didn’t
know how they had done it.
The worst part was seeing the girls
she had gotten suspended for bullying. Seeing Vanessa’s much diminished
form, they ambushed her in the bathroom and stopped her from leaving.
“Oh, Vanessa, how the mighty have fallen!” Heather said, towering over her.
“I
can’t believe your parents decided not to spoil you for once, and
finally punished their perfect little princess,” Amber added.
“Look, guys, I’m sorry about before,” Vanessa said. “It’s never going to happen again - I’ve learned a lot from my punishment.”
Heather walked up and squeezed Vanessa’s stuffed bra, then she laughed.
“Oh
my god, you actually went with socks!” Heather laughed. “I assumed you
were stuffing, most girls on Youthies do, but I can’t believe you were
once this flat.”
Vanessa’s cheeks burned, and she took a step back.
“I’m telling you, I’m sorry!” Vanessa said. “I won’t make fun of you two ever again.”
Amber
shook her head. “I don’t believe that for a second. You haven’t learned
your lesson. The second you get your amazing body back, you’re going to
forget every lesson you ever learned.”
Heather nodded, “So, we figured we might as well enjoy this while it lasts. Say cheese!”
Vanessa
heard a camera click, and saw that Heather was taking her picture. She
tried to put her hand up to block it, but it was no use.
Amber reached down Vanessa’s shirt, and pulled out the socks, and Heather cackled as they took many pictures.
Vanessa tried to get the socks back, but even jumping she couldn’t get them from the taller girl.
Eventually, they seemed to bore of this, and threw the socks in the trash as they left Vanessa alone in the bathroom.
The
rest of the day wasn’t much better. It was like all the vendettas that
Vanessa had created as a queen bee had come to roost, and everyone was
taking the opportunity to hit her when she was down.
Cheerleading at the end of the day was the worst.
She
had to change into a pipsqueek version of her old uniform, and go out
there trying to do as many of the formations as her young body could
manage.
She was the head cheerleader, but all of the other girls
were clearly taller and curvier than her now. It wasn’t even close to a
competition, and it was more humiliating than lunch had been.
Vanessa
was especially unhappy after a routine where three girls used their
hands to hold her up in the air, and then let her fall down to them.
One
of the girls’ hands found their way to her chest, and she commented on
Vanessa’s flat chest. Soon all of the girls were crowding around and
Vanessa had to wait for them all to stop laughing at her misfortune
before they could do the next routine.
Just one more day, she told herself.
One more day, and her glorious boobs would be back. At least her 12 or 13 year old boobs, which were nothing to scoff at.
Vanessa went home, did her homework until she was exhausted and then drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Vanessa woke up feeling groggy. She had not slept well.
She had tossed and turned all night thanks to some horrible nightmares.
She walked over to the mirror, and her eyes widened when she saw herself.
She
was definitely taller than yesterday, and her face had lost what little
baby fat she still had, and was starting to look more mature. By all
acounts she looked like she had when she was about 13.
Except.
Vanessa’s hands tried to find something, anything different about her boobs.
She took off her pajama top, and stared at her flat chest.
“What’s happening?” she said in alarm. “I’m completely flat. I’ve got nothing up top! What’s wrong?”
At
13, Vanessa could have passed for a high school senior on a good day
thanks to her rack, but now that was gone, and she just looked like the
little girl she was.
There was no mistaking it.
Nobody could look at her and think she was anything other than a little girl.
Vanessa wondered what to do. She decided to go to her parents.
“Mom, dad, I think something is wrong,” she said, trying to keep the edge of panic out of her voice.
They had agreed to take her to the hospital, and soon Vanessa was seeing a specialist in Youthies.
“You
have nothing to worry about,” the doctor said to Vanessa. “We sometimes
see situations like yours where things don’t grow back in quite the
right order, but the studies only show about a 5% variance in final
adult height and breast size, as long as you stay clear of things like
smoking or drinking for the next few days.”
Vanessa worried. “What’ll happen if I smoke or drink?”
The
doctor shook his head. “Stunts your growth. You should probably avoid
coffee as well, though the literature is less clear about that.”
Vanessa
looked worried. “Wait, I’m not supposed to drink coffee? I’ve been
drinking coffee all this week and last! I always drink coffee.”
The
doctor tried to calm her down, as Vanessa started to become
incomprehensible. Eventually, he was able to get her to listen to him.
“Look,
Vanessa, even if the coffee has an effect, most of the evidence is it
being a pretty small one. If you stop drinking it, you could probably
grow back to just about your original breast size.”
*Probably* growing back to her original breast size wasn’t good enough.
“Is
there nothing else you can do?” she begged. “I’m a model, I can’t just
have no breasts! I’ve got to get back to my original size.”
“Well,
breast tissue is just fat,” the doctor mused. “And PlasmaTech has put
out some special Fat Bombs that I could give you, though you might want
to be careful with them since I don’t think there’s been much testing of
them in combination with Youthies. Also, it’s not like they’re targeted
for breast growth, the fat will go over your whole body.”
Vanessa
considered this. She already knew how to work out, and lose weight. She
knew it was a lot harder to make breasts just grow on their own. Even
if she ended up gaining five or ten pounds of unwanted weight, she could
easily work that off, she reasoned.
“Can I have the fat bomb?” Vanessa asked.
The doctor nodded, and left for a bit before coming back with a box of cookies with a very chemically smell.
“Suit yourself,” he said.
Vanessa’s
parents let her take the rest of the day off from school, which was a
relief. She mostly listened to music, and scrolled through her friend’s
social media feeds.
Vanessa munched on the fat bombs throughout
the day. They were tasty in spite of the metallic aftertaste, and she
hoped that tomorrow her breasts would finally be back.
* * *
Vanessa screamed when she saw the mirror the next day.
She looked sort of like she had at 14 years old. Sort of.
But
she was much chunkier than she had actually been at 14. Gone was her
skinny and toned physique, the product of years of volleyball and an
active lifestyle, and in its place was that of a young girl a little on
the chubby side.
Her arms were flabby, her face was puffy, and her stomach was soft. Her ass looked like it wouldn’t fit in her old pants.
But the worst part was that Vanessa still had no breasts to speak of. Fat had gone to every part of her body *except* her chest.
She
was only a little overweight, but Vanessa was despondent about the fact
that she looked like some of the loser girls she had made fun of in
middle school.
Vanessa went to her parent’s bedroom crying, and they dragged her to the hospital for the second time in as many days.
Brooke
saw the whole scene play out that morning, and couldn’t help but smile
as she saw them driving away. This was going more perfect than she ever
could have hoped, and she hadn’t even broken Vanessa’s little blackmail
rule of not mocking her.
“You turned me into a cow!” Vanessa said. “And I still haven’t got any breasts. I look ridiculous! Look at me!”
The doctor shook his head. “I’m sorry this turned out this way, but I told you about the risks. You did this to yourself.”
“Well, fix it!” Vanessa said. “Fix me. I need to look good again when I grow up!”
The doctor shook his head. “I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.”
Vanessa was hysterical. She screamed at him, and couldn’t believe he was doing this to her, just abandoning her like this.
“There’s something we might be able to do!” the doctor finally said, during a lull in her yelling.
“What is it?” Vanessa said. “I’ll do anything. Anything!”
The doctor nodded.
“Well,
we have a PlasmaTech cool-sculpting pod upstairs. In normal patients,
it can remove about 20-25% of fat in a treated area between two and
three months after treatment. So for you, you’d probably see results as
soon as tomorrow. If you do that, and then do an intense work out at the
end of the day, it might-”
“I’ll do it!” Vanessa said. “Let me do it!”
Soon
she was upstairs with a coosculpting pod technician who was explaining
the procedure for her. He asked her to point out the problem areas, and
she pointed to most of the new fat deposits in her body. She especially
pointed out her butt, which seemed to have taken more than its share of
the fat bombs from yesterday, making her quite bottom heavy.
The pod was cold, and Vanessa had to stay there for an hour. Finally, she was allowed to go home.
Vanessa
was very careful to eat the healthiest, least tasty foods they had
around the house, and she worked out almost until collapse.
Brooke
passed through the rooms a few times, but aside from a subtle smirk,
she said nothing as she saw her sister try to work her weight off.
Vanessa still had blackmail on her after all. But in the privacy of her
own room, Brooke couldn’t help but do a fist pump.
Vanessa was paying for everything she had done big time.
* * *
Wednesday morning, Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief.
She
was 15 again, and definitely wasn’t fat anymore. Her body looked toned
and firm like it had at 15. She was now a head taller than her sister,
but still had a ways to go before she reached her final statuesque
height. But there were a few differences.
First, the distressing lack of any breasts.
Vanessa was flat as a board. Completely flat.
But the second thing was her butt.
Vanessa turned around, and looked at her butt.
15
was right around when Vanessa’s butt had started to fill out and become
extra juicy. But looking at it now, it was just so… uninspiring. It had
definitely grown a bit, but Vanessa was no where near where she had
been when she was 15.
Vanessa knew that this was no reason to go
to the hospital another time. She still had some fat bombs from
yesterday if she wanted to risk them, and she suspected the
coolsculpting procedure was what had robbed her of her ass.
No, she had a base to work from. It was too risky to go back to the hospital again, or to try the fat bombs.
She just Googled around for exercises to make your but look bigger, and started doing them. This was just step one.
Her
parents seemed to understand when she said she couldn’t go to school.
They seemed to feel a little guilty about this whole affair at this
point.
After doing the butt exercises, she decided to find any
folk remedies for breast enlargement, and walked to the supermarket.
Good exercise, she figured.
Vanessa came home with milk, papaya,
fenugreek seeds, and soybean. She hoped the internet was right that they
could enlarge breasts. She made a smoothie and downed it all in one
gulp.
* * *
Vanessa worked hard the next few days, and
continued to skip school with her parents’ reluctant approval. She had
to get back to where she was before. She had to look like a model again!
When
the day came that she was her 18 year old self, standing in front of
the mirror, she felt the first true moment of abject hopelessness in her
entire life.
The old Vanessa was gone.
Vanessa had
started as a tall, leggy model with big breasts and a delicious ass. But
with all her growing up done, she now looked quite different.
Vanessa’s
final height had fallen short of her original 6 feet, and she was now 5
foot 6 - six inches shorter than she had originally been. She knew the
average model was at least 5 foot 7, and cursed the coffee she had
consumed before she visited the doctor.
But that wasn’t all.
Vanessa’s
chest had remained stubbornly flat in spite of all of her efforts.
Instead of her amazing full-figured body that looked so good in tight
tops with boob windows, now she was flatter than her sister, and two
years older than her!
And her ass had never recovered from the
cool sculpting. Although her efforts to work out had increased the
muscle mass around her butt, and made it look slightly bigger, it was
clear that she was working with a tush half full.
Vanessa didn’t look like a model anymore. She looked kind of lanky, and awkward.
Brooke
had relished seeing Vanessa come down to breakfast that day. Her
venomous envy, her desire for revenge was completely sated for once. She
felt a peace she hadn’t felt in ages. Vanessa was nothing now. Vanessa
would never be a model again, and that thought filled Brooke with joy
she hadn’t felt in ages.
For the first time ever, Brooke felt
like her future wouldn’t be in Vanessa’s shadow. Brooke would go to a
great college, and have a wonderful life. Whatever Vanessa ended up
doing, she wouldn’t be a model, that much was for sure. And who knew if
she would even get into college with her grades? And the best part was,
Vanessa didn’t even suspect Brooke had been involved in this most final
of downfalls for her!
Vanessa was going to go around in life with
small boobs, a barely there ass, and without her model-esque height,
and she would never know who was responsible for her downfall. Brooke
relished the thought that Vanessa was going to blame herself for all the
crazy things she insisted on at the doctor’s office, or on her parents.
Vanessa wasn’t going to be the golden child anymore. Brooke smiled,
imagining how things were going to be.
Vanessa meanwhile, had arrived at the bargaining step of her grief. There had to be a way to get back to the way she once was!
In
a more lucid moment, she considered asking her parents if she could get
a boob job, but then the bill for the cool sculpting and fat bombs had
arrived, and how was Vanessa to know that insurance wouldn’t cover
those!? The cost was absurdly high for what she had gotten, and her
parents had flatly refused to even consider getting her a boob job until
she had finished paying them back for the money they had spent out of
pocket for her recklessness.
Vanessa ended up dropping out of
school, since she couldn’t take the way people looked at her anymore.
The lack of attention from boys and the cool girls she had once ruled
unopposed, the pity, the occasional mockery from people she used to
bully.
With no chance of college as a high school drop out, and
no modelling career to fall back on, Vanessa started working as a sales
clerk at one of the clothing stores at the mall. She would look
enviously at the women who came in, and whenever she did a bra fitting
for the women, she couldn’t help but feel shame about how much she had
lost.
The most humiliating thing was seeing her sister Brooke
whiz right past her. Brooked ended up going to an excellent college on a
full scholarship, and much to Vanessa’s shame and horror, it turned out
that Brooke was a late bloomer.
Everyone had thought that most
of Brooke’s growing was done, but she ended up shooting up like bamboo
and her figure filled out to match her senior year.
Suddenly, it wasn’t so surprising that Brooke and the old Vanessa had been sisters - she was the spitting image of her!
Brooke applied to the modelling agency Vanessa had been at, and they had snatched her up as a once in a generation It girl.
It
wasn’t long before Vanessa was forced to look at pictures of Brooke
plastered all around the store she worked at. Brooke, with her perfect
body modelling bras and panties that Vanessa could only dream of
wearing.
Vanessa had once loved her sister, and considered her
her very best friend in the whole wide world. She had once looked down
on her sister, and considered herself better than she could ever hope to
be. But nowadays, Vanessa looked at her sister on the wall in a sexy
swimsuit or a dress, and felt nothing but humiliation, realizing how far
she had fallen.
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by: AbolethLasher | Complete Story | Last updated Aug 7, 2025
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