The Price of Vanity

Chapter 1
The whole Story

Victoria Brown is the vainest person alive. I should know, after all, I’m her son, Victory Brown. I have lived with her vanity for the last 26 years of my live. It’s so bad I think I have a memory of it from when I was a baby, which to me, is bad.

Oh, you want to know about me? Well, there’s really not much to tell, I’m 26 and still living with my mother, but it’s not by my choice. I’m of avenge height, about 5 feet, 11 inches, and I’m thin, but not underweight, I workout daily. I shave all of my hair for reasons I not ready to explain. I have a slightly narrowed chain, and low cheekbones that make me look a little odd with my shaved head. Finally, my eyes are a deep red, about the only thing I have inherited from my mother. I’m currently wearing a simple gray sweat suit, having just finished my daily workout.

“Where is it? Where is it?”

Speaking about my mother. She was currently pacing in front of the door waiting for a package to arrive. My mother’s 62, she was 36 when she had me, and while not the looker I see in the pictures all around the suite we live in, she still something. And I’m not talking about looks.

My mother’s skin is pale, but not sickly pale, just pale from old age. Her face, and hands have noticeable wrinkles on them, but she covers them up with cream. There was also a noticeable bugle on her stomach, which she hides well. Finally, her once long, shinning black hair had faded to a thick gray, but she dies it so no one would notice. Even once sparkling red eyes looked heavy. She was wearing nothing but a silk blue robe as she continued to paced in front of the door.

Maybe when I said my mother was vain, I was speaking to little. She thinks herself a goddess, and as such shouldn’t age. So, when she found herself getting older, she sinks millions, if not billions from the highly successful company she owns into finding a way to restore her youth.

You’re probably wondering why a woman, who was trying to restore her youth, would need an heir? Actually, it simple, she wanted someone to pawn her work off on. Ever since I was of old enough to work, she had been giving me loads after loads of her own paperwork, so she could continue her fruitless effort to find a way of becoming young again.

Sometimes I wonder how I graduated with high honors from medical school with all the work my mother gave me? But that’s beside the point really.

“Mother, you can’t rush the mail. It will get here when it gets here,” I said, with a voice completely devoid of emotions.

Mother just looked at me with a fierce glare. I just sighed and turned around, coming face to face with myself. Like I said before we live in a suite, a large one at that. It wouldn’t be all that bad, if not for one thing. My mother had mirrors on every wall, so she could see herself whenever she wants. Oh, and let not forget about all of the pictures from when she was young that hang on every wall, as well.

Yeah, Vanity doesn’t do my mother justice.

There was a knock at the door, and before I could blink, my mother was there, opening it like a hunger animal trying to get something in its roaring stomach.

“Delivery for one-“ mother tore the box from the delivery boy, and slammed the door in his face before the poor man could finish his sentence.

She ran by me with child-like smile, and headed for the kitchen. I took a minute to apologized to the young man and give him a seven-dollar tip. I then followed my mother into the kitchen, arriving just in time to see her open the box.

“What’s this?” she asked as she took out a note.

“I had hired a team to research the herb before sending it to you,” I explained coldly.

Mother turned a sharp glare to me, having figure out what took the herb so long to get to her. After a moment, she turned her attention to the box. She then took out a leaf. At first glaze, it looks like a normal, common leaf, which can be found in any forest. But one would have to look really close to see the navy blue tint to it.

You’re probably wondering about the leaf, right? Well, about three mouths ago, mother and I saw a report about a ten-year boy that said he was an adult once. I didn’t believe him, but I continue to watch. The boy said that, as an adult adventurer, he was in the Peruvian jungles when he crashed up an herb, thinking it would help break fever he was coming down with. Next thing he knew he was a ten-year-old boy.

I still didn’t believe it, even when the report said that DNA testing had confirmed that the boy had matching DNA to the man he was claiming to be. To me, it just meant that the boy was probably the end results of the adventurer affaire, and was just confused.

Mother, however, was a different story. She immediately snapped into action after seeing the report. She spent 30 thousands dollars to send a team into the jungles to find that herb thinking it would was the break she was looking for. Well, I may not love my mother I didn’t want to see her hurt because of her own foolish. So when the herb was found, I spent a cool million to have the herb study.

And that’s brings us back to the now.

I watched as mother read the note from researchers, quickly.

“Place the herb in warm water. The herb should quickly dissolve into the liquid,” mother read out loud.

Well, that all mother needed to know. She put the note on the table next to the box, and went for a cup. I rolled my eyes at this. Sometimes, I wonder why I bother when I know mother wouldn’t listen half the time.

“Mother, don’t you think you should have read the entire report? For all we know, that plant could be the cause of the boy’s illness,” I explained coldly.

Mother wasn’t listening as she filled her cup with warm water. She returned to the table and grabbed the herb from where she placed it a few second earlier. I watched as mother close both hands around the herb and easily crushed it. She then added the crushed herb to the water. Almost immediately I saw the water change to bluish green color. It has a strange, sweet smell to it, something I can’t even begin to put into words.

Mother wasted no time. She grabbed the cup, and downed the entire thing in one go. I rolled my eyes once again. Not even a taste, just one large drink, and entire cup of water is gone. I almost wished that mother’s skin would turn green, that should teach her.

Suddenly mother let out a painful groan as she doubled over and held her stomach with both hands. I knew it I just knew it. She probably poisoned herself. Unfortunately, like I said before I wasn’t for to leave someone too their own foolish, no matter who that person was.

“Mother, are you okay?” I asked as I moved to my mother’s side.

What I saw next scared me. When looked into my mother’s face, I saw that the wrinkles had softened up a bit, and her skin had regained a tint of color. Her hair had also darken, just enough to give it a healthy shine I haven’t seen in yeas. In all, my mother looked ten, no, 12 years younger.

“It’s working. IT WORKING!!” mother exclaimed happily.

I took two steps back, as mother straightened up. She laughed gleefully as she took a small mirror from the counter and stared into it happily.

It wasn’t possible; it just wasn’t possible I kept telling myself. People don’t get younger by some strange plant found in some jungle. It goes against the laws of science, hell, it goes against the laws of nature itself!

And yet...and yet, I can’t just turn the other cheek on this matter. I watched as mother dropped from mild 50ies to late 49ies. Her wrinkles smooth out more, and her skin and hair both regain more color to them. Her stomach was also starting to shrink, not much but enough that it was noticeable.

“This is amazing! Look at me; I’m 46! And still getting younger!!” Mother let out giggle.

There’s been a notice pitch change to mother’s voice as well. I watched speechless as mother continued to grown younger at alarming rate. Her wrinkles continued to thin out, becoming crow’s feet around the eyes, and then vanishing all together. Her skin brightened until it turned into bright peach color. Her hair darkened until it was midnight black, with small, almost invisible red highlights around the roots.

Now, as mother’s stomach continued to shrink, I took notice of something that was growing above her stomach. I forgotten to mention earlier, but like any other aging woman, mother’s breasts were deflating with each passing years. The regression had, of course, put a stop to that.

And now, standing in front of me, was a young woman just ten year older then myself. Mother was, to simply put it, a knockout. Her figure was just right with all of measurements in the right place. She wasn’t to big or to small in where it really counts, and her almost D size breasts were truly a sight to behold.

I wasn’t interest in that, though. She was my mother after all! What I was looking at was her face.

Now, with mother in the prime of her youth, I could just unlike we truly were. Mother’s face was more round then my, and her cheeks was higher then my, with dimples. Her chin was also noticeable smaller too. I guess I really do like more like my father more then my mother.

“Look at this! I’m young enough to date again!!” my now 35-year-old mother said gleefully.

Having finally gotten over my shock, I just rolled my eyes. I saw the researchers’ report lying forgotten on the table, and walked over it. I was curious about this herb now, and wanted to see if the research had turned up anything more about this mysterious herb.

I picked up the piece of paper and begin looking over it. It wasn’t anything to special, just data, and theory of how the plant worked, and the how to use it in the best possible way. I was about to throw away the paper when I saw it. Written in bold letters, was the word caution! I quickly began reading this part of the report feeling like this was something important.

“Abilities of the herb had proven incredibly powerful. Overdose had proven to have some serious, if not fetal side-effect.”

I read the side effects silently to myself. Most were minors. 1 out 10 test animals had gotten away with upset stomach and uncontrolled diarrhea. Some even had extreme hair loose, which never grow back. I smiled at that one, imagining my mother without hair.

That smile, faded somewhat as I read the next part.

“In all cases, overdosing caused uncontrolled regression that can’t be halted or reversed.”

It then went on to explain for controlled regression was to crush the plant and use it in the course of two to three day for desire results.

“It’s not stopping!!”

I looked up and gasped! In the short time I have looked away, mother had lost nearly eight years, making her 28, just two year older then myself. I immediately took notice of some of the changes that this round of regression had done.

The changes were almost minor, but I still could see them nonetheless. Her figure was slightly smaller, and her face was softer. The most noticeable thing were her highlights, there were thicker, and reached out farther then before. And she was still getting younger right before my eye.

I instantly looked at the report in my hands, reading about the overdose. It said that most animals, depending on their age, had returned to near newborn status. There was even a case where one had continued to regress until the point of no return.

I shivered at that thought. I couldn’t imagine a worse fate then growing so young you basically disappear from this world.

I heard the sound of shattering glass, and looked up. My now 23-year-old mother had thrown the mirror to the floor, causing it shattered. Like before I had notice just much softer my mother’s figure was, and the highlights now reached to the center of her hair. Her robe didn’t really fit a 36-year-old woman, but now, it was looking more and more ill fitting on a person nearly 43 younger.

“Make it stop,” Mother said in a pleading voice, looking at me with pleading eyes.

Instantly I could tell the change in mother’s voice, and though I didn’t show it, I was happy, very happy to see my mother looking so broken.

“I...don’t know how to make it stop,” I said truthfully.

This answer brought my mother to tears. She began balling like there was no tomorrow. For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to help her. This was her fault to begin with, and like I said before, there wasn’t much I could do.

As mother continue to grow younger, becoming 21, I took notice of the changes to her. Her face was noticeable softer, with just a hint of baby fat around the rim of her cheeks. Her figures were also slimmer her hands didn’t fit the sleeves of her robe anymore. Plus, the right shoulder of the robe was starting to slide off. Finally, I notice that her highlights were further down, almost to the tips. They were also becoming thicker, not by much just enough to be more noticeable.

“Please, you got to do something, Victory,” my 20 year old mother said pleading.

I frown angrily when my mother said my name. Usually she just calls me son, but I always notice that there’s no love in her voice when she says it. She only calls me by name when she wanted something. And you know what, I was sick of it.

“Please,” mother, now 18, pleaded.

I sigh lightly, and begin walked over to her. As I got closer, I came to a startling, if not pleasing realization. I was taller then my own mother. It wasn’t much, maybe half an inch, but I could see it. And if she continue to get younger, she would eventually become smaller then me. I almost smiled at this thought.

When I reached mother...no, she wasn’t my mother anymore. She was nearly 10 year younger then me after all. I believe Vicky would be best suited for the former adult in front of me.

Vicky was about 17 now and now an inch shorter then me. Her figure was starting to take a hit as well. Her breasts weren’t as big as there were. They were about a double C cup now, but I could see them quickly getting smaller. I could see the baby fat growing around her cheeks as well, and if I would to look under her robe, I bet she wouldn’t have that sharp figure she used to boost about.

“I honestly don’t know what to do,” for once I found myself having to force emotions out of my voice as spoke.

I looked deeply into my former mother’s eyes and saw a flood of emotions in them. Mostly I saw fear. She knew what was happening, and she knew this was all her fault. And let me tell you something...it felt good.

“But, you’re a doctor, can’t you do anything?” Vicky said fearfully.

I just shrugged doubtfully. I had to stop the smile that threatened to expose that fact that I liked what happened to my former mother.

Vicky broke down crying again, and fell to her to her butt. By now, she was 15, and I was surprise by her breasts. They were still C-cup. She must have been an early bloomer, but it wasn’t going to be long before those are gone completely.

I also took notice of Vicky’s other features. Her hands were no longer slander like before, and looked ready to be eaten by her robe’s sleeves. The baby fat on her cheeks was larger and was also starting to reach out to the rest of her face. The red highlights were also thicker, more noticeable as well. Finally, she was about 4 inches shorter then me.

“What am I going to do? I didn’t want to get this young?” I almost laugh at Vicky’s cracking voice.

“Well...Vicky, you made a foolish decision,” I said, finally allowing a smile on my face.

The 14-year-old looked up at me shocked by the name I called her. She knew what I meant by that, and I could tell she didn’t like it.

“What did you call me?” I found it amusing when she tried sharpened her voice, causing me to smile more.

“You heard me...Vicky,” I replied smoothly.

Well, that was it for my former mother. She jumped to her feet, her anger causing her to momentary forgot about her own problems. The 13-year-old put her hands on her hips, in a commanding fashion. I laughed a little of how ridiculous her robe looked on her, like it could fall off at any time.

“Now, listen here, mister! I am your mother, and would treat me with respect!” she angrily pointed her right hand at me.

I laughed when I saw that her robe engulfed her entire hand, and hang off by a good couple of inches. My laughing only made Vicky more mad, and she went into a sassy fit.

“I am your mother, and you will listen me!” She began swinging her arms around wildly.

This had the unfortunate side effect of causing her robe to fall of her small body. Vicky immediately stopped swinging as a deep blushed spread across her face.

By now, Vicky was 12, and her body showed it. Her legs and arms are short and have small baby fat to them. Her body didn’t even have curves, having noticeable baby fat around it. There was even fat around her red face. Her breasts were almost gone, only a bugle was left. She was also small, around 4 feet, 5 inches. About the only thing that hadn’t changed was her hair.

I smiled broadly as my former mother covered her almost flat chest, and hairless ?fun zone’, as she looks to call it. She looked up at me, and realized just how tall I have become. My smile grew as I saw fear fill those once piercing blue eyes.

I really couldn’t resist adding insult to injury.

“Really, isn’t a mother someone older then say a 11 year old?” I asked in a smooth voice.

As I said that, I saw Vicky dropped to 10 year old. I saw the last of my former mother’s adult features completely vanished as baby fat grow around her, and she shrunk to about 3 feet, 10 inches. I notice her eyes also seemed a little bigger.

“And isn’t a mother someone who protects and love their child?” my tone and face darken slightly as I said that.

I could see the fear in Vicky’s eye grew three times, as I watched she lost, not one, not two, but three years, turning her into a seven year old. She also went down to about 3 feet, 6 and half inches. I decided at this time to let my words sink as she finished her regression.

I just hopped she doesn’t get too young. I didn’t want to be stuck with a baby, who would be to young to probably understand what had happened to her.

As I watched her get younger, she watched me, almost fixated on me. She was probably in shock from watching, as I grew taller.

Vicky quickly regressed, going from 7 to six, then five, and finally four. Around that point, she was small, about 2 feet, 10 and half inches tall. Her arms and legs were short, and covered in baby fat. The rest of her body was also covered in baby fat, and when I looked closely, I saw that her teeth had morphed into baby teeth, some even had disappear all together. About all that remained unchanged, were her black hair with thick red highlights, and her eyes.

I continue to watch, looking for signs that the regression was still happening. But after watching it for nearly a minute and half, I realized my former mother wasn’t getting any younger, which means that the herb had ran it course. Vicky was now tripped in the body of a small, weak four year old.

I couldn’t help but grin as I thought how prefect all of this turned out. I begin to imagine all I could do with her now, that she was so small and defenseless?

“And what are you grinning about? Do you found all of this funny?”

I frowned when I heard that voice. While younger, I would know it anywhere, and came out of my daze. I looked and saw that my former mother had her hands on her hip, trying to regain her control over me. I grinned once more as I saw the fear, showing so clearly in the child’s eyes.

“I ask again, what are you grinning about?” Vicky asked commandingly.

“Just this,” I replied in an eerie smooth tone.

And before my former mother could act, I picked her up from the ground. I then walked over to the table and took a seat before Vicky had time to recover.

“What are you doing?” Vicky demanded as I put her over my knee.

“Just something that should have been done a long time ago,” I replied darkly, as I raise my right hand up.

Vicky began to squirm as she realized what I was about to do. But, I was just too big and strong, and she was too little and weak too much of anything. I grinned almost sickly as I swing my arm down, connecting my palm with Vicky’s ass.

WHACK, WHACK!!

“AAAHH!! Victory Brown, I’m ordering to stop this foolish this, right now!” I found it amusing that Vicky was still trying to keep herself in control when she obvious wasn’t.

WHACK, WHACK!!

“AAHH!! Stop that!” I could hear the tears, threatening to come, in Vicky’s voice.

WHACK, WHACK!!

“WAAH!! Why are you doing this?” Vicky asked, sobbing.

My face darkened at this. Why was I doing this? Well that answer was simple, and it about time she learn it.

“Why am I doing this? I asked, my voice dripping with anger. “I’ll make a list!!”

WHACK, WHACK!!

“Let start that you paid my own father a cool billion, so he wouldn’t be around so you could have me all to yourself!”

WHACK, WHACK!!

“And let never forget how you paid the person who cuts my hair 50 dollar to dye my hair so I would look more like you!!”

WHACK, WHACK!!

“But I would never forget how you pushed all of your work onto me since I was old enough to understand how to work, just so you can go on those youth finding adventures!!”

WHACK, WHACK!!

“But now...now I’m the father, and you would do what I say, got it?”

I stopped for a moment, looking at the child that was once my mother. Her ass was redder then a tomato. Maybe I want a little to far with the spanking, but I couldn’t help myself. She was crying her heart out now, and was muttering softly sorry over and over again.

“Now, are you going to behave like the little girl you are?” I asked softly, but still somewhat coldly.

“Yes...”

“Yes, what?” I asked, sharpening my voice slightly.

“Yes...father,” Vicky replied in defeat.

I smiled in victory as I put my new daughter on the ground and stood up.

“If I remember right, one of our maids has a daughter with a small problem. Maybe we could find one of her extra dresses around,” I said, more to myself.

Instantly, I saw Vicky’s face twisted into an angry scrawl, and she put her arm over her chest. Oh boy, I knew what this meant.

“I think not! If I’m going to be a child again, I want the finest there is to offer!” Vicky demanded.

MAN, what did my grandparent do? Spoil her rotten whenever she had a fit? Or did they just spoil her to keep her quiet? Whatever the reasons, I’m not going to let this child rule my life again.

I turned a sharp glare in Vicky’s direction as I said firmly,” do you need another lesson?”

“No!” Vicky replied meekly, as she put her hands over her searing ass.

I couldn’t help but smile once more. Now I was in control and things around this house were going to be different. I could get use to this.

As I was about to go look for some child’s clothes, I notice something the corner of my eye. Inside the box, was another herb! Oh, that’s right, Vicky wanted more then one just in case she needed it. I picked up the leaf like herb and stared at it.

I have a friend from college who probably could do a lot with this thing. He was about to open a spa in New York City, and I know he could make killing with such a find. After all, I owe him big time. It was probably with his help that I graduated college with high honors.

Now, what was he going to call his spa? Cold something, I think. Cold Room Gym, was it? No, that name is just plain silly.

 

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