Post by kingfaraday on Aug 25, 2017 10:51:32 GMT -6
PAUL AND HANNA
By Chrono Eclipse
Hanna arrived at Paul’s apartment for their first date. Paul had been pursuing Hanna for about a month now and finally got her out for a night alone. Hanna was dressed very sexy in a shirt that came down to her lower mid thigh and a form fitting blue tank top that gave a great view of her ample cleavage. She was walking in a pair of high-heeled sandals. Paul greeted her by giving her a little hug and kiss on the cheek, noting to himself how soft her cheeks felt. He complimented her on how beautiful she looked and Hanna grinned. Then they went off to the restaurant.
It was tough for Paul to find a dinner topic that lasted more than a few moments due to the fact that the two of them didn’t share many common interests. Paul wasn’t getting board however as he was kept entertained by watching Hanna’s sexy body in action across the table. She would cross her legs every few minutes or bend down to eat her food letting Paul see right down her chest. It was obvious to both what the other was doing and neither minded. Paul enjoyed the scenery and Hanna enjoyed the attention while they stumbled through lame generic topics like politics and family. However one thing Hanna said finally shock Paul out of his trance.
“God I hope I never get old.”
Pauls eyes widened, he looked up at Hanna and then across to another table to see what had prompted such a comment. Sitting at the table was an elderly couple. The old woman was wearing a fancy gown that was maybe a bit inappropriate for a woman of her advanced age, but her husband seemed to be enjoying it. Paul looked back over to Hanna still shocked at where the conversation had ended up.
“You don’t want to live long?” Paul asked trying to play it cool.
“No it would be nice to live a long time. I just don’t want to look old. I mean can you imagine what sixty years would do to my body?”
Paul tried to contain his excitement.
“Yes- I mean, yeah I know what you mean. That would be pretty bad…How do you think you would look in sixty years?” Paul asked and the leaned back in his chair in a failed attempt to look casual.
Hanna shot him a sideways look before answering his odd question.
“I’d look terrible. I’d be wrinkled all over. My boobs would sag down to my knees. My hair would be white and scraggily. I’d look like that woman.” She exclaimed motioning over to the elderly woman at the table across from them.
“I mean, do you think it’s sad when old women wear clothes like that not realizing that it’s meant for a young woman? I mean its almost like she was in her twenties when she put that on and just aged super fast before she could change into something less revealing.” Hanna said with a grin.
Paul could believe his ears, he was so excited her was about to tell Hanna about a personal hobby of his. But then decided he should ask another question and make sure it was safe.
“Don’t you think it would be kind of cool if you had the power to make other people older?”
Paul bit his lip fearing that he might have said too much and now Hanna would think he was weird. Hanna thought for a moment, in reality Hanna had drank too much wine over the course of dinner and was really not in a state of mind to think anything was weird. But finally she said
“Yeah! Yeah that would be cool. That would be really cool. That’s something I would put to good use at my daycare, anytime a kid gets to be too much to handle, poof, make the kid an adult for a few hours.” She giggles.
“It would also be funny to use on people when they don’t expect it. Some girl at a club is trying to hooch it up and you toss seventy years her way and see how many guys she picks up then.”
“You know, I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of seeing women age.”
Paul tossed out finally.
“Oh yeah?”
Hanna asked with a smile then burst out laughing. Paul was laughing along with Hanna, he couldn’t believe she seemed interested in the subject.
“Hey I have some things back in my apartment I’d like to show you.”
Hanna slipped her foot out of her sandal in rubbed it on Pauls leg smiling.
“Oh yeah?”
Paul knew she was drunk but he couldn’t help but feel extremely excited about finding out about this side of Hanna.
“check.”
He said to the waiter, and they left shortly after.
Once they got back to Pauls place and shed their coats, Hanna walked over to the couch and tossed off her heels.
“Boy those shoes were killing me, I could go for a massage right about now.”
She giggled. Paul grinned.
“I’m pretty good at those.”
He sat down and took her cream-colored petite feet in his hands and began to massage them. He smiled over to her and thought to himself about what a great match they made. Sure Hanna was a little younger than him. She was in her mid twenties, fresh out of college while he was in his early thirties. And sure they were into different things. But he was very much attracted to Hanna and she seemed to be into him. And an added bonus was she seemed to be interested in Paul’s big interest. Hanna wiggled her toes in Paul’s hand and commented.
“That feels really good. Thank you very much.”
There was a sparkle in her eyes as she sat up and leaned closer to Paul. He stared at her as their lips met and they began to make out. They made out for a solid amount of time, and groping each other. Finally after a few moments Hanna pulled back.
“Wait she said.”
Paul could hardly contain himself. He really wanted Hanna at that moment. He watched as Hanna pulled off her top and unclasped her bra. She now was sitting topless on his couch beckoning him back towards her. He complied, now massaging her perky bare breasts along with probing her mouth with his own. She was guiding him to move his hand over every in of her exposed skin as they kissed. She was rapping her legs around him and stroking the back of his head. She was getting wilder and wilder in their foreplay.
She slipped her barefoot under his shirt and motioned for him to remove it. Paul did and he watched as she began to shimmy out of her skirt. Paul held his breath as he saw her panties and her beautiful milky thighs. She stopped. And immediately pulled her skirt back on. Grabbing her shirt she began to say
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I can’t. I have to go.”
Whipping on her shirt she headed for the door. Paul tried to ask her what happened and tried to convince her to stay but she was already out. She yelled behind her.
“I’ll call you.”
and that was that. Paul sat back on his couch bummed.
The next day came and went with no call from Hanna, as did the day after that. Paul kept waiting expecting a call with no luck.
Meanwhile Hanna was going about her life, going on dates, going out with friends, working. She like Paul a lot but was mad at herself for getting that far with him that soon. She needed to keep cool for a while and collect her thoughts. Her intentions were to play hard to get for the time being. What she didn’t realize was that she was really playing with Paul’s emotions and he was no someone to toy with. Several weeks went by.
Paul attempted to call Hanna every few days but only got her answering machine. She never returned his calls. He was getting more and more frustrated but kept giving Hanna the benefit of the doubt because of the great night they had had together.
The last straw however was when he bumped into Hanna on the street with another guy. He asked her if she had gotten his messages and she said that she hadn’t but promised to definitely call him that night. When she did not call Paul felt some retribution was in order.
Paul had an ability to age people using their pictures. All he needed to do was touch up their photos with his special paints and he could add months years or decades to a person in real life.
“What Hanna needs is more maturity.”
Paul grumbled to himself as he took out a photo of her and laid it on his desk.
“I want these effects to be constant until we have a repeat of the night of our first date.”
He said allowed as he began painting her hair white. While over at Hanna’s house she has just gotten done taking a bath and had wrapped at towel around her nude body and padded into her room to change into some sexy clothes for a night out dancing.
She didn’t realize that she had begun aging and was now about ten years older. Fine lines were apparent on her face and her body was not as tight and firm as it had been when she woke up that morning. She put on a tight powder blue top and a hip hugging black skirt, both took some effort to get on since she was now in her late thirties.
She still hadn’t noticed yet even though she winced as she tried to stuff her older feet into her high-heeled sandals. She felt tired but figured once she was out she would feel better.
She stumbled down the hallway as her ass widened and her legs and arms lost muscle. She passed a wall mirror hanging above a picture of herself and her parents that was taken a year ago. Looking from the picture to the mirror she gasped. With the obvious creases around her mouth and across her forehead, the crinkles next to her eyes and her very dull blonde hair she looked a lot closer to what her mother looks like in the picture than what she does.
She also noticed that she seemed a bit heavier. Not a fat kind of heavier, but an older kind of plump. That potential for a double chin that matrons have. She was shocked at the fact that she looked twenty plus years older. She reached down to support her now chubby saggy breasts in her hands. They weren’t looking very attractive in her skintight top. She could see varicose veins across her thighs and veins on her feet. She didn’t know what to do. She was horrified. But along with aging Paul had some subliminal messages he could send out along with aging people when he tampered with their pictures.
“Dance it away.” was the phrase that kept repeating in Hanna’s mind.
She was a fantastic dancer and with her hot body she was the queen of whatever club she went to. Finally she stopped fretting about what was happening to her body and decided to “dance” her youth back. She was that old yet and could still ‘cut a rug’.
So she hailed a cab and headed out. The cab driver gave a funny look when he heard the fifty-year-old woman dressed in sexy clothes asking him to take her to the club but he did his job regardless.
Once there Hanna walked up to the door, she was happy that the bounce didn’t ask to check her ID, since it would be embarrassing to explain why she was born in 1978 but looked eligible for AARP. As she entered the club she was greeted by many stares from people who were around her former age. She didn’t care because Damnit! She could still dance!
She heard the techno beat and started to dance. Her braless old breast flopped up and down and her ass jiggled uncontrollably. White streaks were painting their way through her hair. Wrinkles were more and more apparent on her face and over her body in general. Her neck was a turkey waddle. Her cheeks had sloped into jowls.
She was hobbling over to a guy she thought was cute to dance with him but he quickly bolted off the dance floor. She continued to dance, quickly slipping off her painful shoes and raising the waistband of the skirt to her belly button so that it would not dig into her pasty wrinkled skin. This gave anyone who dared to look (and some who didn’t) a gruesome view of her panties, which were more like an obscene thong in her sagging shapeless ass. Her legs and arms were getting thinner again.
Her knees were knobby. She attempted to kick in the middle of a dance but could barely get a quarter of the way to where she usually could kick to and in the process created a big rip down the back of her skirt. Locks of her hair were falling in her face and she could see they were snow white.
Her dancing was getting very slow now as she was running low on any sort of energy. Her back was hunching over and she was having trouble standing now let along dancing. She grasped a hold of a bar on the edge of the dance floor to keep her balance. She looked down at her reflection in the mirrored floor and was speechless.
She was now a small, shriveled woman of at least eighty years of age. Her long hair was white and stringy. Any part of her body they wasn’t covered in wrinkles was covered in age spots, they were everywhere, along her lined forehead. Across the top of her chest going down into her deep wrinkled cleavage, on her knarled hands and feet, and on her bony thin arms and legs.
Looking up at all of the young club goers that were staring at the scantily clad old hag she now was, Hanna was not just horrified she was mortified. She had to find a way to get her youth and beauty back.
“You know, I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of seeing women age.”
The line came back to her. Paul had said those exact words several weeks ago on their date. She had to get to Paul. He must know what’s happened to her.
When Paul opened his door to see the withered Hanna standing there barely containing her sagging endowments in her club clothes, he had to smile a little at his handy work.
“Hanna, I didn’t expect you tonight. What’s up?”
Paul asked slyly.
“I’m old! Can’t you see?”
Hanna exclaimed hobbling into his living room and quickly finding a seat in a chair.
“My, you are awfully old. And you didn’t age all that well either.”
Paul teased. Hanna looked upset.
“What is that suppose to mean?”
She scrunched her wrinkled face into a scowl.
“I’m just kidding. You look lovely for ninety years old. Which is how old you are now by the way. And I bet you’d like to know how you can look 65 years younger.”
Paul said with a smile while sitting down next to Hanna and putting his hand on her bent back affectionately.
“Yes please Paul! I’m sorry I was such a bitch. I never called you because I was too afraid. I haven’t been in a serious relationship in a while and I didn’t know what to do when I started having feeling for you right away. I was stupid and immature about the whole thing.”
She admitted in the shaky voice of an old woman.
“Well honestly the only way you’re going to be able to get your youth back is if we recreate our date from several weeks ago, that is without you running out in a hurry at the end.”
He waited for her response. She thought it over for a moment then said.
“Fine, yes yes. Anything to not be this wrinkly old woman. I can hardly move.”
Paul grinned and kissed her on her sagging cheek noticing how fuzzy and hide like her skin had becoming due to age.
“Let’s get going then. We have to get to the restaurant before it closes.”
They arrived at the restaurant with plenty of time. Hanna still disliked being out in public looking the way she did.
“Aren’t’ you embarrassed to be out on a date with a woman who looks old enough to be your great grandmother and is dressed like a hoochie?”
Hanna asked. Paul hugged her.
“I don’t mind if the old woman is as beautiful as you are.”
Hanna didn’t know how to take that. They sat at the table and ordered their food, the same they ordered last time.
“I can’t believe the last time I was here I was criticizing a woman for wearing clothing that was too young for her. Look at me now.”
Hanna could see there were young couples at other tables whispering about her. She blushed in embarrassment.
She asked Paul about his age changing powers. He told her all about his abilities and how they worked and how he hadn’t intended on using them on her unwillingly until she continuously blew him off. He told her that he had intended to show her all about it when they got back to his apartment after their first date. He then reminded her to keep drinking her wine if she wanted to accurately recreate the last time. He also pointed out that she should be teasing him more with her body. This was very embarrassing to Hanna but she wanted to do whatever she had to in order to become young again.
She leaned over to sip her soup allowing Paul a better glimpse of the tops of her large dangling boobs. She crossed her skinny wrinkled legs several times trying to do it as slowly as possible both to pretend to be seductive and to make sure she didn’t break any part of herself in her brittle fragile state. Hanna told Paul that she still think that the idea of rapid temporary aging is fun but that she wishes that the test subjects were other women.
They had finished their meal and the waiter came over. For fun Hanna motioned for him to leaned down closer, conspiratorially she told him.
“I’m really only twenty five years old. I’m actually very young and pretty. He aged me. He wanted to see what I’d look like as an old woman.”
Paul tried to hold himself back from laughing. The waiter looked assaulted.
“Um can we have the check?”
Paul asked.
“Yes sir I think that is a good idea.”
The waiter replied snootily and walked away. After paying the check Hanna asked.
“All right? Can we go?”
Paul looked at her
“You have to do something first.”
Hanna didn’t know what he was talking about. But then she thought back to their last dinner and what she did before they left. Leaning down and prying the heel off her old foot she stretched over and rubbed it on Pauls leg.
“Okay now we can go.”
Paul replied with a grin.
Once they got back to Pauls apartment Hanna made a B line to his couch and plopped down. Waving her bare feet in the air. She called
“You know what to do. I need it worse this time than I did when they were cute and young.”
Paul walked over to where Hanna was wiggling her old bent toes and laid her legs across his lap. Beginning to rub her wrinkled feet her took note of every change in them. How calloused and cracked her heels had become, the age spots wrinkles and veins that were obvious across the tops of them, the yellow warped nails that were still painted pink and her bent crooked toes. He massages them however, with as much love as he had when they were pretty and smooth.
“Oh that feels so good. You really are great at those. You almost make me forget how old I am now.”
Hanna said as she leaned towards him. Paul leaned towards her and they kissed. He knew it was a strange experience to passionately kiss the wrinkled lips of an old woman but he surprisingly didn’t mind if those wrinkled lips belonged to Hanna. She probed inside his mouth and rubbed the back of his head with her shaking bony hands. He ran his hands through her long white hair and kissed her lips ad her drooping jowls.
Her sucked briefly on her turkey waddle of a neck which felt soft.
After Hanna figured that they had done this for about as long as they had last time she backed up. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt with both of her crooked hands she asked.
“Promise you won’t throw up at the site of me?”
Paul nodded.
“Despite how old you are, you are still the sexiest women in my book.”
He grinned and watched as she removed her top. Her pale shapeless breasts flopped down out of the shirt resting on her wrinkled belly. Her nipples were dark and stretched. Her belly seeped over the waistline of her skirt, which was still pulled up to her belly button. Paul reached over and fondled the long drooping boobs. And went back to kissing her.
She guided his hands once more in a tour of her ruined body. Across her wrinkly tummy which now had a few hairs on it as well over to her crooked back. Paul felt each of the bumps of her spine and ran his hands down across her drooping biceps and back to her aged breasts stimulating the nipples. Hanna wrapped her legs around him. Paul felt how her thighs were like lumpy jello now. She backed up to slip her skinny wrinkled foot up his shirt to get him to take it off.
“I’m sorry you have to be seduced by an old crone.”
Hanna half joked.
“I’ll make it up to you when I’m young again.”
Paul smirked and pulled her to him again. Pressing his bare chest against hers feeling how loose and old her body felt. She stood up and shimmied out of her skirt. Well not so much shimmied as struggled to free herself from the skirt.
Now standing in only her panties. Paul saw her collapsed ass and the gray pubic hair that was peaking from the edges of her panties. Paul smirked and pulled her to him again.
Pressing his bare chest against hers feeling how loose and old her body felt. He kissed her fiercely and as he did she began to grow younger. The blonde color came back to her hair. The wrinkles melted off of her face. He felt her breasts rise across his chest, regaining their former glory. Her legs began long and shapely once again. She stood up straight. He looked back at the once again young Hanna and smiled.
“I’m young again!”
She cried looking all up and down herself. Feeling everything to make sure it was all right. She hugged and kissed Paul in gratitude and they went on to make wild love all night.
The next day Hanna walked into Paul’s workspace wearing an oversized shirt of his. Paul was sitting in front of his desk with several pictures spread out in front of him. Moving closer she saw that they were pictures of hot young actresses. Paul turned to her and grinned.
“Who’s up next Hanna?” he asked.
Once Hanna realized what he was asking she grew a wicked grin.
“Hmm, how about …..”
THE END
By Chrono Eclipse
Hanna arrived at Paul’s apartment for their first date. Paul had been pursuing Hanna for about a month now and finally got her out for a night alone. Hanna was dressed very sexy in a shirt that came down to her lower mid thigh and a form fitting blue tank top that gave a great view of her ample cleavage. She was walking in a pair of high-heeled sandals. Paul greeted her by giving her a little hug and kiss on the cheek, noting to himself how soft her cheeks felt. He complimented her on how beautiful she looked and Hanna grinned. Then they went off to the restaurant.
It was tough for Paul to find a dinner topic that lasted more than a few moments due to the fact that the two of them didn’t share many common interests. Paul wasn’t getting board however as he was kept entertained by watching Hanna’s sexy body in action across the table. She would cross her legs every few minutes or bend down to eat her food letting Paul see right down her chest. It was obvious to both what the other was doing and neither minded. Paul enjoyed the scenery and Hanna enjoyed the attention while they stumbled through lame generic topics like politics and family. However one thing Hanna said finally shock Paul out of his trance.
“God I hope I never get old.”
Pauls eyes widened, he looked up at Hanna and then across to another table to see what had prompted such a comment. Sitting at the table was an elderly couple. The old woman was wearing a fancy gown that was maybe a bit inappropriate for a woman of her advanced age, but her husband seemed to be enjoying it. Paul looked back over to Hanna still shocked at where the conversation had ended up.
“You don’t want to live long?” Paul asked trying to play it cool.
“No it would be nice to live a long time. I just don’t want to look old. I mean can you imagine what sixty years would do to my body?”
Paul tried to contain his excitement.
“Yes- I mean, yeah I know what you mean. That would be pretty bad…How do you think you would look in sixty years?” Paul asked and the leaned back in his chair in a failed attempt to look casual.
Hanna shot him a sideways look before answering his odd question.
“I’d look terrible. I’d be wrinkled all over. My boobs would sag down to my knees. My hair would be white and scraggily. I’d look like that woman.” She exclaimed motioning over to the elderly woman at the table across from them.
“I mean, do you think it’s sad when old women wear clothes like that not realizing that it’s meant for a young woman? I mean its almost like she was in her twenties when she put that on and just aged super fast before she could change into something less revealing.” Hanna said with a grin.
Paul could believe his ears, he was so excited her was about to tell Hanna about a personal hobby of his. But then decided he should ask another question and make sure it was safe.
“Don’t you think it would be kind of cool if you had the power to make other people older?”
Paul bit his lip fearing that he might have said too much and now Hanna would think he was weird. Hanna thought for a moment, in reality Hanna had drank too much wine over the course of dinner and was really not in a state of mind to think anything was weird. But finally she said
“Yeah! Yeah that would be cool. That would be really cool. That’s something I would put to good use at my daycare, anytime a kid gets to be too much to handle, poof, make the kid an adult for a few hours.” She giggles.
“It would also be funny to use on people when they don’t expect it. Some girl at a club is trying to hooch it up and you toss seventy years her way and see how many guys she picks up then.”
“You know, I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of seeing women age.”
Paul tossed out finally.
“Oh yeah?”
Hanna asked with a smile then burst out laughing. Paul was laughing along with Hanna, he couldn’t believe she seemed interested in the subject.
“Hey I have some things back in my apartment I’d like to show you.”
Hanna slipped her foot out of her sandal in rubbed it on Pauls leg smiling.
“Oh yeah?”
Paul knew she was drunk but he couldn’t help but feel extremely excited about finding out about this side of Hanna.
“check.”
He said to the waiter, and they left shortly after.
Once they got back to Pauls place and shed their coats, Hanna walked over to the couch and tossed off her heels.
“Boy those shoes were killing me, I could go for a massage right about now.”
She giggled. Paul grinned.
“I’m pretty good at those.”
He sat down and took her cream-colored petite feet in his hands and began to massage them. He smiled over to her and thought to himself about what a great match they made. Sure Hanna was a little younger than him. She was in her mid twenties, fresh out of college while he was in his early thirties. And sure they were into different things. But he was very much attracted to Hanna and she seemed to be into him. And an added bonus was she seemed to be interested in Paul’s big interest. Hanna wiggled her toes in Paul’s hand and commented.
“That feels really good. Thank you very much.”
There was a sparkle in her eyes as she sat up and leaned closer to Paul. He stared at her as their lips met and they began to make out. They made out for a solid amount of time, and groping each other. Finally after a few moments Hanna pulled back.
“Wait she said.”
Paul could hardly contain himself. He really wanted Hanna at that moment. He watched as Hanna pulled off her top and unclasped her bra. She now was sitting topless on his couch beckoning him back towards her. He complied, now massaging her perky bare breasts along with probing her mouth with his own. She was guiding him to move his hand over every in of her exposed skin as they kissed. She was rapping her legs around him and stroking the back of his head. She was getting wilder and wilder in their foreplay.
She slipped her barefoot under his shirt and motioned for him to remove it. Paul did and he watched as she began to shimmy out of her skirt. Paul held his breath as he saw her panties and her beautiful milky thighs. She stopped. And immediately pulled her skirt back on. Grabbing her shirt she began to say
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I can’t. I have to go.”
Whipping on her shirt she headed for the door. Paul tried to ask her what happened and tried to convince her to stay but she was already out. She yelled behind her.
“I’ll call you.”
and that was that. Paul sat back on his couch bummed.
The next day came and went with no call from Hanna, as did the day after that. Paul kept waiting expecting a call with no luck.
Meanwhile Hanna was going about her life, going on dates, going out with friends, working. She like Paul a lot but was mad at herself for getting that far with him that soon. She needed to keep cool for a while and collect her thoughts. Her intentions were to play hard to get for the time being. What she didn’t realize was that she was really playing with Paul’s emotions and he was no someone to toy with. Several weeks went by.
Paul attempted to call Hanna every few days but only got her answering machine. She never returned his calls. He was getting more and more frustrated but kept giving Hanna the benefit of the doubt because of the great night they had had together.
The last straw however was when he bumped into Hanna on the street with another guy. He asked her if she had gotten his messages and she said that she hadn’t but promised to definitely call him that night. When she did not call Paul felt some retribution was in order.
Paul had an ability to age people using their pictures. All he needed to do was touch up their photos with his special paints and he could add months years or decades to a person in real life.
“What Hanna needs is more maturity.”
Paul grumbled to himself as he took out a photo of her and laid it on his desk.
“I want these effects to be constant until we have a repeat of the night of our first date.”
He said allowed as he began painting her hair white. While over at Hanna’s house she has just gotten done taking a bath and had wrapped at towel around her nude body and padded into her room to change into some sexy clothes for a night out dancing.
She didn’t realize that she had begun aging and was now about ten years older. Fine lines were apparent on her face and her body was not as tight and firm as it had been when she woke up that morning. She put on a tight powder blue top and a hip hugging black skirt, both took some effort to get on since she was now in her late thirties.
She still hadn’t noticed yet even though she winced as she tried to stuff her older feet into her high-heeled sandals. She felt tired but figured once she was out she would feel better.
She stumbled down the hallway as her ass widened and her legs and arms lost muscle. She passed a wall mirror hanging above a picture of herself and her parents that was taken a year ago. Looking from the picture to the mirror she gasped. With the obvious creases around her mouth and across her forehead, the crinkles next to her eyes and her very dull blonde hair she looked a lot closer to what her mother looks like in the picture than what she does.
She also noticed that she seemed a bit heavier. Not a fat kind of heavier, but an older kind of plump. That potential for a double chin that matrons have. She was shocked at the fact that she looked twenty plus years older. She reached down to support her now chubby saggy breasts in her hands. They weren’t looking very attractive in her skintight top. She could see varicose veins across her thighs and veins on her feet. She didn’t know what to do. She was horrified. But along with aging Paul had some subliminal messages he could send out along with aging people when he tampered with their pictures.
“Dance it away.” was the phrase that kept repeating in Hanna’s mind.
She was a fantastic dancer and with her hot body she was the queen of whatever club she went to. Finally she stopped fretting about what was happening to her body and decided to “dance” her youth back. She was that old yet and could still ‘cut a rug’.
So she hailed a cab and headed out. The cab driver gave a funny look when he heard the fifty-year-old woman dressed in sexy clothes asking him to take her to the club but he did his job regardless.
Once there Hanna walked up to the door, she was happy that the bounce didn’t ask to check her ID, since it would be embarrassing to explain why she was born in 1978 but looked eligible for AARP. As she entered the club she was greeted by many stares from people who were around her former age. She didn’t care because Damnit! She could still dance!
She heard the techno beat and started to dance. Her braless old breast flopped up and down and her ass jiggled uncontrollably. White streaks were painting their way through her hair. Wrinkles were more and more apparent on her face and over her body in general. Her neck was a turkey waddle. Her cheeks had sloped into jowls.
She was hobbling over to a guy she thought was cute to dance with him but he quickly bolted off the dance floor. She continued to dance, quickly slipping off her painful shoes and raising the waistband of the skirt to her belly button so that it would not dig into her pasty wrinkled skin. This gave anyone who dared to look (and some who didn’t) a gruesome view of her panties, which were more like an obscene thong in her sagging shapeless ass. Her legs and arms were getting thinner again.
Her knees were knobby. She attempted to kick in the middle of a dance but could barely get a quarter of the way to where she usually could kick to and in the process created a big rip down the back of her skirt. Locks of her hair were falling in her face and she could see they were snow white.
Her dancing was getting very slow now as she was running low on any sort of energy. Her back was hunching over and she was having trouble standing now let along dancing. She grasped a hold of a bar on the edge of the dance floor to keep her balance. She looked down at her reflection in the mirrored floor and was speechless.
She was now a small, shriveled woman of at least eighty years of age. Her long hair was white and stringy. Any part of her body they wasn’t covered in wrinkles was covered in age spots, they were everywhere, along her lined forehead. Across the top of her chest going down into her deep wrinkled cleavage, on her knarled hands and feet, and on her bony thin arms and legs.
Looking up at all of the young club goers that were staring at the scantily clad old hag she now was, Hanna was not just horrified she was mortified. She had to find a way to get her youth and beauty back.
“You know, I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of seeing women age.”
The line came back to her. Paul had said those exact words several weeks ago on their date. She had to get to Paul. He must know what’s happened to her.
When Paul opened his door to see the withered Hanna standing there barely containing her sagging endowments in her club clothes, he had to smile a little at his handy work.
“Hanna, I didn’t expect you tonight. What’s up?”
Paul asked slyly.
“I’m old! Can’t you see?”
Hanna exclaimed hobbling into his living room and quickly finding a seat in a chair.
“My, you are awfully old. And you didn’t age all that well either.”
Paul teased. Hanna looked upset.
“What is that suppose to mean?”
She scrunched her wrinkled face into a scowl.
“I’m just kidding. You look lovely for ninety years old. Which is how old you are now by the way. And I bet you’d like to know how you can look 65 years younger.”
Paul said with a smile while sitting down next to Hanna and putting his hand on her bent back affectionately.
“Yes please Paul! I’m sorry I was such a bitch. I never called you because I was too afraid. I haven’t been in a serious relationship in a while and I didn’t know what to do when I started having feeling for you right away. I was stupid and immature about the whole thing.”
She admitted in the shaky voice of an old woman.
“Well honestly the only way you’re going to be able to get your youth back is if we recreate our date from several weeks ago, that is without you running out in a hurry at the end.”
He waited for her response. She thought it over for a moment then said.
“Fine, yes yes. Anything to not be this wrinkly old woman. I can hardly move.”
Paul grinned and kissed her on her sagging cheek noticing how fuzzy and hide like her skin had becoming due to age.
“Let’s get going then. We have to get to the restaurant before it closes.”
They arrived at the restaurant with plenty of time. Hanna still disliked being out in public looking the way she did.
“Aren’t’ you embarrassed to be out on a date with a woman who looks old enough to be your great grandmother and is dressed like a hoochie?”
Hanna asked. Paul hugged her.
“I don’t mind if the old woman is as beautiful as you are.”
Hanna didn’t know how to take that. They sat at the table and ordered their food, the same they ordered last time.
“I can’t believe the last time I was here I was criticizing a woman for wearing clothing that was too young for her. Look at me now.”
Hanna could see there were young couples at other tables whispering about her. She blushed in embarrassment.
She asked Paul about his age changing powers. He told her all about his abilities and how they worked and how he hadn’t intended on using them on her unwillingly until she continuously blew him off. He told her that he had intended to show her all about it when they got back to his apartment after their first date. He then reminded her to keep drinking her wine if she wanted to accurately recreate the last time. He also pointed out that she should be teasing him more with her body. This was very embarrassing to Hanna but she wanted to do whatever she had to in order to become young again.
She leaned over to sip her soup allowing Paul a better glimpse of the tops of her large dangling boobs. She crossed her skinny wrinkled legs several times trying to do it as slowly as possible both to pretend to be seductive and to make sure she didn’t break any part of herself in her brittle fragile state. Hanna told Paul that she still think that the idea of rapid temporary aging is fun but that she wishes that the test subjects were other women.
They had finished their meal and the waiter came over. For fun Hanna motioned for him to leaned down closer, conspiratorially she told him.
“I’m really only twenty five years old. I’m actually very young and pretty. He aged me. He wanted to see what I’d look like as an old woman.”
Paul tried to hold himself back from laughing. The waiter looked assaulted.
“Um can we have the check?”
Paul asked.
“Yes sir I think that is a good idea.”
The waiter replied snootily and walked away. After paying the check Hanna asked.
“All right? Can we go?”
Paul looked at her
“You have to do something first.”
Hanna didn’t know what he was talking about. But then she thought back to their last dinner and what she did before they left. Leaning down and prying the heel off her old foot she stretched over and rubbed it on Pauls leg.
“Okay now we can go.”
Paul replied with a grin.
Once they got back to Pauls apartment Hanna made a B line to his couch and plopped down. Waving her bare feet in the air. She called
“You know what to do. I need it worse this time than I did when they were cute and young.”
Paul walked over to where Hanna was wiggling her old bent toes and laid her legs across his lap. Beginning to rub her wrinkled feet her took note of every change in them. How calloused and cracked her heels had become, the age spots wrinkles and veins that were obvious across the tops of them, the yellow warped nails that were still painted pink and her bent crooked toes. He massages them however, with as much love as he had when they were pretty and smooth.
“Oh that feels so good. You really are great at those. You almost make me forget how old I am now.”
Hanna said as she leaned towards him. Paul leaned towards her and they kissed. He knew it was a strange experience to passionately kiss the wrinkled lips of an old woman but he surprisingly didn’t mind if those wrinkled lips belonged to Hanna. She probed inside his mouth and rubbed the back of his head with her shaking bony hands. He ran his hands through her long white hair and kissed her lips ad her drooping jowls.
Her sucked briefly on her turkey waddle of a neck which felt soft.
After Hanna figured that they had done this for about as long as they had last time she backed up. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt with both of her crooked hands she asked.
“Promise you won’t throw up at the site of me?”
Paul nodded.
“Despite how old you are, you are still the sexiest women in my book.”
He grinned and watched as she removed her top. Her pale shapeless breasts flopped down out of the shirt resting on her wrinkled belly. Her nipples were dark and stretched. Her belly seeped over the waistline of her skirt, which was still pulled up to her belly button. Paul reached over and fondled the long drooping boobs. And went back to kissing her.
She guided his hands once more in a tour of her ruined body. Across her wrinkly tummy which now had a few hairs on it as well over to her crooked back. Paul felt each of the bumps of her spine and ran his hands down across her drooping biceps and back to her aged breasts stimulating the nipples. Hanna wrapped her legs around him. Paul felt how her thighs were like lumpy jello now. She backed up to slip her skinny wrinkled foot up his shirt to get him to take it off.
“I’m sorry you have to be seduced by an old crone.”
Hanna half joked.
“I’ll make it up to you when I’m young again.”
Paul smirked and pulled her to him again. Pressing his bare chest against hers feeling how loose and old her body felt. She stood up and shimmied out of her skirt. Well not so much shimmied as struggled to free herself from the skirt.
Now standing in only her panties. Paul saw her collapsed ass and the gray pubic hair that was peaking from the edges of her panties. Paul smirked and pulled her to him again.
Pressing his bare chest against hers feeling how loose and old her body felt. He kissed her fiercely and as he did she began to grow younger. The blonde color came back to her hair. The wrinkles melted off of her face. He felt her breasts rise across his chest, regaining their former glory. Her legs began long and shapely once again. She stood up straight. He looked back at the once again young Hanna and smiled.
“I’m young again!”
She cried looking all up and down herself. Feeling everything to make sure it was all right. She hugged and kissed Paul in gratitude and they went on to make wild love all night.
The next day Hanna walked into Paul’s workspace wearing an oversized shirt of his. Paul was sitting in front of his desk with several pictures spread out in front of him. Moving closer she saw that they were pictures of hot young actresses. Paul turned to her and grinned.
“Who’s up next Hanna?” he asked.
Once Hanna realized what he was asking she grew a wicked grin.
“Hmm, how about …..”
THE END