Post by ark on May 28, 2021 17:44:49 GMT -6
New story for you all! It'll feature some AP and some AR, with various characters and scenarios. It'll be mostly middle-aged stuff early on, but there's plenty of old age potential with this mechanic. This time, I'm going to write and release it in chapters spread out of the next few weeks and months. The first 5 chapters are written already, with plans afoot for more.
Chronocurrency - Chapter 1
By Ark
“Annie, come on, let's go out tonight. It's be ageeees...”. Melanie had been nagging Annie all day. It was a Friday night in their second year at uni, and the dark-haired Irish girl was desperate to hit the town.
“I'm sorry Mel, like, I want to, but I'm totally skint. I'm on beans on toast and supernoodles until the next student loan payment comes through. I can't afford a night out right now.”
“Come off it, boys will buy your drinks for you all night! They always do.” It was true, the athletic blonde was never short of a male admirer when out on the town.
“But then I'll have to talk to cocky blokes all evening. I just can't face that again.”
“Well, why don't we try Chronocurrency for the night?” Melanie raised a propositional eyebrow.
“I'm sorry, try what?” Annie was non the wiser.
“You know, Chronocurrency. You can trade some years for some cash, like Bitcoin for youth.”
Annie had never heard of this witchcraft. But Mel explained how you downloaded an app, scanned your finger on the sensor, and then the app gave you a number of “Chronocoins”. The calculation was based on your age deducted from 80 (as that was the oldest the app would let you age up, for health concerns). So as Annie and Mel were both 20 years old, they'd have 60 coins each.
They could then trade those coins for cash, depending on the market rate, which went up and down like stock prices.
“So, of I sell 20 of my coins, I'll age 20 years, but get a fistful of cash?” Annie clarified, furrowing her smooth brow with scepticism.
“Yea, that's right. Then you can buy your years back when the price is lower. You can make real money out of it if you time it right.”
“What's the going rate?”
The girls checked the app, and saw that 1 year was worth £20.
“I'm not trading a year of my life for four beers Mel!” That was a ridiculous price. Even she wasn’t that skint.
“But wait, look at this graph.” Mel brought up the last month’s price chart. “The price peaks on Friday nights, like today, when all the middle-aged folk want to look a bit younger for a night out. Then on Saturday morning, the price crashes back down. So, if we sell 10 years tonight, we'll get £200, and then tomorrow morning we can buy our years back for £100. It's free money!”
Annie was still pretty sceptical, but Mel's enthusiasm was overwhelming, so she reluctantly agreed. “Fine, but just ten years. If I’m going out, I want to look good, not like some tragic middle-aged woman clinging onto her youth.”
The two young women set themselves up on the Chronocoin app, both getting credited with 60 coins each. Then, wanting to see any changes to their bodies up close and personal, they stripped down to their underwear and positioned themselves in front of their large hallway mirror.
Annie was 5’7, natural blonde with soft blue eyes. She was pretty sporty, so was in great shape with a toned figure and the hint of abs on her flat stomach. Her matching turquoise Victoria’s Secret lingerie highlighted the curves of her perky c-cups and her peachy ass.
Mel was shorter at a petite 5’2, with pale Irish skin offset by dark brown curls and piercing green eyes. Her body was curvier than Annie's, with knockout hips, round double-ds, and a spectacular pert bum all framed in her black bra and pants. She didn’t quite have the muscle tone of her gym bunny friend, but she was still slim and svelte. Both women we’re beautiful – in the full flower of their youth.
“OK, ten years for £200, confirm transaction. Ready?” the girls fingers hovered over the button with trepidation, before they both took the plunge.
The balances for both girls dropped to 50 coins, and £200 appeared in the accounts. “Easy money!” exclaimed Mel. “I don’t feel any…”
Both girls suddenly felt a bit odd, like they’d just gone down a dip in a rollercoaster, and a strange humming began within their bodies.
At first, neither young woman noticed any changes at all. Their reflections will still the glowing visages of two women in their prime. But slowly, they noticed their flesh begin the shift and almost imperceptibly change.
The first thing Annie noticed was her jawline, as the last remnants of baby fat melted away and her face looked more defined - an adult woman, less girlish. Her hips flared out just a smidge more, enhancing her hourglass figure. Her reflection looked better than ever! She had no idea what she was worried about.
Mel was noticing similar changes. Her pixie like-face shifted subtly to look more grown up, and she could swear her boobs looked bigger in her lacy bra. She looked amazing – a sensual flower fully bloomed.
It was only after the girls turned 24 that they noticed anything worrisome about their newly mature bodies.
Annie’s dewy skin dimmed ever so slightly, as if her youthful teenage glow had been turned off at the switch. She frowned, and noticed the lines appearing on her forehead were slightly more pronounced than normal. Her face now looked ever so slightly tired, with shadows under her eyes as if she’d been up all night. She felt movement around her stomach, and looked down just in time to see the definition of her abs fade away. “No way!” She pawed at her tummy, which while still flat, was now coated in a thin layer of softer skin rather than toned muscle. This blurring effect spread around her figure, with flawlessly taught skin slackening almost imperceptibly to an impartial eye. But to the gym bunny herself, this loss of tone was horrifying. She twisted round to check out her backside, and was relieved to see her ass was still pert and round. As she watched though, she noticed little smudges appearing at the top of her sleek thighs, little shadows deepening quickly into dents. “Cellulite! Fuck no!” she rubbed at her legs to dry and smooth the dimples out, but they just spread until most of her thighs and the lowest ebb of her peachy ass was afflicted by light cottage cheese.
Meanwhile, Mel’s shift into her late twenties posed its own challenges. Her flat stomach rapidly developed a little pooch, as her voluptuous body grew further away from her youthful teenage metabolism. The Irish beauty yelped and grabbed the fold of soft smooth flesh. She’d never been sick thin, but she’d never had a belly before, and she didn't care for it. Her face wasn't spared either, with tiny lines bursting into existence beside her eyes and mouth, Irish skin already losing it’s first skirmishes with time. Her already ample chest grew larger, and her youthful arms grew a little wider. Finally, as she turned thirty, a couple of stray grey hairs emerged in her dark hair.
They were left staring agog at their new bodies, each a decade worse for wear.
Annie looked similar to her twenty-year-old self, with just a bit of softness, a more mature face, and a cellulite problem.
Mel had gained enough weight in her chest, tummy and arms to make her figure look noticeably different, with the nascent lines on her face ending any illusions of girl hood.
The end result was two women just on the wrong side of their peak. Women who’d now have to watch their weight, and invest in good skin care and make up to maintain their wilting beauty.
“Well shit." Muttered Mel. “Guess I should cut back on the KFC.” She pinched an inch of her modest tummy chub. “And maybe wear more sunscreen...” she traced the fine lines across her forehead and around her eyes.
“What the hell has happened to my legs?” Annie was still poking and proving the dimples on her thighs. Her figure had survived her twenties almost intact, but the texture of her pins was no longer silky smooth.
“At least you’re not going grey...” Mel plucked out the obvious white strands from her dark curls, scowling as she did so.
“Are you sure?” Annie inspected her blonde hair in the mirror with concern. Her locks felt different, a bit dryer and frizzier than a decade ago perhaps, but there were at least no greys to be seen. “This was a bad idea, Mel. I want to be young again, let's get a refund.”
“No way! Come on, you still look stunning. You’re not even chubby, unlike me! Once we’re dolled up, and we get a drink in you, you'll have a great night and forget all about your cottage cheese thighs. And tomorrow, we’ll be young again. Trust me.”
With some scepticism, Annie agreed to get ready and head out. Stubbornly, she squeezed herself into her favourite jeans, which dispute her only modest weight gain were a trial to button up, and put on enough eye liner to hide the bags under her eyes.
Mel had no such delusions of fitting into her pre-aging jeans, given her distinct little tummy roll. Instead she opted for a short dress which showed off her glorious chest and still shapely legs (to Mel’s satisfaction, she had far less cellulite to worry about that her once-athletic blonde friend.)
Together, the two twenty-year-olds took their loaner thirty-year-old bodies out on the town.
Chronocurrency - Chapter 1
By Ark
“Annie, come on, let's go out tonight. It's be ageeees...”. Melanie had been nagging Annie all day. It was a Friday night in their second year at uni, and the dark-haired Irish girl was desperate to hit the town.
“I'm sorry Mel, like, I want to, but I'm totally skint. I'm on beans on toast and supernoodles until the next student loan payment comes through. I can't afford a night out right now.”
“Come off it, boys will buy your drinks for you all night! They always do.” It was true, the athletic blonde was never short of a male admirer when out on the town.
“But then I'll have to talk to cocky blokes all evening. I just can't face that again.”
“Well, why don't we try Chronocurrency for the night?” Melanie raised a propositional eyebrow.
“I'm sorry, try what?” Annie was non the wiser.
“You know, Chronocurrency. You can trade some years for some cash, like Bitcoin for youth.”
Annie had never heard of this witchcraft. But Mel explained how you downloaded an app, scanned your finger on the sensor, and then the app gave you a number of “Chronocoins”. The calculation was based on your age deducted from 80 (as that was the oldest the app would let you age up, for health concerns). So as Annie and Mel were both 20 years old, they'd have 60 coins each.
They could then trade those coins for cash, depending on the market rate, which went up and down like stock prices.
“So, of I sell 20 of my coins, I'll age 20 years, but get a fistful of cash?” Annie clarified, furrowing her smooth brow with scepticism.
“Yea, that's right. Then you can buy your years back when the price is lower. You can make real money out of it if you time it right.”
“What's the going rate?”
The girls checked the app, and saw that 1 year was worth £20.
“I'm not trading a year of my life for four beers Mel!” That was a ridiculous price. Even she wasn’t that skint.
“But wait, look at this graph.” Mel brought up the last month’s price chart. “The price peaks on Friday nights, like today, when all the middle-aged folk want to look a bit younger for a night out. Then on Saturday morning, the price crashes back down. So, if we sell 10 years tonight, we'll get £200, and then tomorrow morning we can buy our years back for £100. It's free money!”
Annie was still pretty sceptical, but Mel's enthusiasm was overwhelming, so she reluctantly agreed. “Fine, but just ten years. If I’m going out, I want to look good, not like some tragic middle-aged woman clinging onto her youth.”
The two young women set themselves up on the Chronocoin app, both getting credited with 60 coins each. Then, wanting to see any changes to their bodies up close and personal, they stripped down to their underwear and positioned themselves in front of their large hallway mirror.
Annie was 5’7, natural blonde with soft blue eyes. She was pretty sporty, so was in great shape with a toned figure and the hint of abs on her flat stomach. Her matching turquoise Victoria’s Secret lingerie highlighted the curves of her perky c-cups and her peachy ass.
Mel was shorter at a petite 5’2, with pale Irish skin offset by dark brown curls and piercing green eyes. Her body was curvier than Annie's, with knockout hips, round double-ds, and a spectacular pert bum all framed in her black bra and pants. She didn’t quite have the muscle tone of her gym bunny friend, but she was still slim and svelte. Both women we’re beautiful – in the full flower of their youth.
“OK, ten years for £200, confirm transaction. Ready?” the girls fingers hovered over the button with trepidation, before they both took the plunge.
The balances for both girls dropped to 50 coins, and £200 appeared in the accounts. “Easy money!” exclaimed Mel. “I don’t feel any…”
Both girls suddenly felt a bit odd, like they’d just gone down a dip in a rollercoaster, and a strange humming began within their bodies.
At first, neither young woman noticed any changes at all. Their reflections will still the glowing visages of two women in their prime. But slowly, they noticed their flesh begin the shift and almost imperceptibly change.
The first thing Annie noticed was her jawline, as the last remnants of baby fat melted away and her face looked more defined - an adult woman, less girlish. Her hips flared out just a smidge more, enhancing her hourglass figure. Her reflection looked better than ever! She had no idea what she was worried about.
Mel was noticing similar changes. Her pixie like-face shifted subtly to look more grown up, and she could swear her boobs looked bigger in her lacy bra. She looked amazing – a sensual flower fully bloomed.
It was only after the girls turned 24 that they noticed anything worrisome about their newly mature bodies.
Annie’s dewy skin dimmed ever so slightly, as if her youthful teenage glow had been turned off at the switch. She frowned, and noticed the lines appearing on her forehead were slightly more pronounced than normal. Her face now looked ever so slightly tired, with shadows under her eyes as if she’d been up all night. She felt movement around her stomach, and looked down just in time to see the definition of her abs fade away. “No way!” She pawed at her tummy, which while still flat, was now coated in a thin layer of softer skin rather than toned muscle. This blurring effect spread around her figure, with flawlessly taught skin slackening almost imperceptibly to an impartial eye. But to the gym bunny herself, this loss of tone was horrifying. She twisted round to check out her backside, and was relieved to see her ass was still pert and round. As she watched though, she noticed little smudges appearing at the top of her sleek thighs, little shadows deepening quickly into dents. “Cellulite! Fuck no!” she rubbed at her legs to dry and smooth the dimples out, but they just spread until most of her thighs and the lowest ebb of her peachy ass was afflicted by light cottage cheese.
Meanwhile, Mel’s shift into her late twenties posed its own challenges. Her flat stomach rapidly developed a little pooch, as her voluptuous body grew further away from her youthful teenage metabolism. The Irish beauty yelped and grabbed the fold of soft smooth flesh. She’d never been sick thin, but she’d never had a belly before, and she didn't care for it. Her face wasn't spared either, with tiny lines bursting into existence beside her eyes and mouth, Irish skin already losing it’s first skirmishes with time. Her already ample chest grew larger, and her youthful arms grew a little wider. Finally, as she turned thirty, a couple of stray grey hairs emerged in her dark hair.
They were left staring agog at their new bodies, each a decade worse for wear.
Annie looked similar to her twenty-year-old self, with just a bit of softness, a more mature face, and a cellulite problem.
Mel had gained enough weight in her chest, tummy and arms to make her figure look noticeably different, with the nascent lines on her face ending any illusions of girl hood.
The end result was two women just on the wrong side of their peak. Women who’d now have to watch their weight, and invest in good skin care and make up to maintain their wilting beauty.
“Well shit." Muttered Mel. “Guess I should cut back on the KFC.” She pinched an inch of her modest tummy chub. “And maybe wear more sunscreen...” she traced the fine lines across her forehead and around her eyes.
“What the hell has happened to my legs?” Annie was still poking and proving the dimples on her thighs. Her figure had survived her twenties almost intact, but the texture of her pins was no longer silky smooth.
“At least you’re not going grey...” Mel plucked out the obvious white strands from her dark curls, scowling as she did so.
“Are you sure?” Annie inspected her blonde hair in the mirror with concern. Her locks felt different, a bit dryer and frizzier than a decade ago perhaps, but there were at least no greys to be seen. “This was a bad idea, Mel. I want to be young again, let's get a refund.”
“No way! Come on, you still look stunning. You’re not even chubby, unlike me! Once we’re dolled up, and we get a drink in you, you'll have a great night and forget all about your cottage cheese thighs. And tomorrow, we’ll be young again. Trust me.”
With some scepticism, Annie agreed to get ready and head out. Stubbornly, she squeezed herself into her favourite jeans, which dispute her only modest weight gain were a trial to button up, and put on enough eye liner to hide the bags under her eyes.
Mel had no such delusions of fitting into her pre-aging jeans, given her distinct little tummy roll. Instead she opted for a short dress which showed off her glorious chest and still shapely legs (to Mel’s satisfaction, she had far less cellulite to worry about that her once-athletic blonde friend.)
Together, the two twenty-year-olds took their loaner thirty-year-old bodies out on the town.