Post by kingfaraday on Aug 25, 2017 10:53:18 GMT -6
Artists Fetish By Chrono Eclipse
“I like to manipulate photographs” Tracy said with a big grin. Paul choked for a moment on his drink then gathered himself and looked at her.
“Really? I do a bit of that myself.”
Tracy batted her eyes at Paul.
“Anything you can show me sometime?”
Paul smirked. “Well I really doubt you’d be interested. It’s just this thing I do its stupid.”
“Hey you’d be surprised at what I’m interested in.” Tracy said letting her hand light touch Pauls.
Paul nervously looked at Tracy for some sort of sign. She was staring at him intently, but it was a very welcoming look. She had moved herself closer and closer to him on the couch and was now in his breathing space. Paul took a breath and decided to take a chance. “Well, I guess, I sometimes like to-“
“Hey you two! Say cheese!” A friend of theirs called and took a photo of the two of them. “Okay this time give me a pose.” Their friend coaxed. Tracy let out a light giggle and sat on Pauls lap rapping one arm around him. Paul smile widened and the photo was taken.
“Now I want you to e-mail me those pictures!” Tracy told her friend. “Oh don’t worry about it. You’ll have them when you wake up tomorrow. This digital camera is awesome.” Her friend responded. “Hey can I get those pictures too?” Paul asked. “Sure thing.” The friend smiled. Tracy was putting on her coat. “Well I better get going, I have a lot to do tomorrow.” Paul walked her to her car.
The next morning Tracy was hard at work at another project. Her sister Vicky was over and doing some cleaning. “So what are you working on sis?” She asked purposefully cleaning around Tracy’s workspace. “Just a project, give me some room ok?” Tracy answered dismissing her sister. “A project for work or another shameless self indulgence?” Vicky chided attempting to peak over her sisters shoulder to see what she was working on. Tracy playfully shoved her away. “There are plenty of better things to do than stand here annoy me.” She said exasperated. Vicky shrugged. “Fine I’m going to use your bath room to take a shower.” She grabbed a towel and headed into toward the bathroom.
As she was heading in she turned back toward her sister. “Hey Tracy have you showed any guys those pictures that you do?” She asked with a mischievous grin on her face. “Oh your going to get it you know that?” Tracy threatened half jokingly. “What? I’m just saying some guys might like to know that they’re dating a freak with supernatural powers.” Vicky began laughing. Tracy threw an eraser at her. “Go take your shower!” and Vicky shut the door. Tracy looked down at what she was working on. She moved it over and took out a picture from her desk. Dipping her utensil into a small bottle she began to make marks on the photo.
In the bath room Vicky had begun to disrobe. She reached to turn the shower on. Looking at her hand, it didn’t seem quite right. Were those age spots? She put her hand up to her face for a moment and gasped. Looking into the mirror she saw that she looked about twenty years older. There were deep bags under her eyes and her hair was much duller. Her breasts were sagging before her very eyes. She continued to watch herself age into her fifties as wrinkles formed on her face and her body lost muscle tone. She looked down just in time to see her first pubic hair go gray. ‘Ewww’ she thought. Her legs look much knobbier and her ass had collapsed onto her now dimpled chubby thighs.
A few moments later the bath room door opened and a very old lady with long gray hair wearing only a towel came hobbling out. “Not funny Tracy!” Her sister yelled in a shaky voice. Shaking a knarled finger at Tracy, the age Vicky demanded “You change me back right now!” Tracy laughed out loud. “You wrinkle up really quickly in the shower huh? Oh all right, all right. I’ll change you back. You deserved it though for bugging me earlier.” Taking a small damp towel she wiped it over the photo and looked over to her younger sister who was once again in her twenties and filling in the towel in the right places.
“So who are you working on, really?” Vicky asked once she was sure she was back to her proper age. Tracy glared at her. “You want to wear adult diapers for the rest of the day?” Vicky held her hands up in defense. “Jesus Christ! What’s with the secrecy? It’s just a stupid art project. I already know what you can do.” Tracy sighed. “Alright fine, if you must know. I’m attempting to work on one of Paul.” Vicky grinned from ear to ear. “Paul? You’re doing Paul? You like Paul….” Tracy slapped her utensil down on the desk. “You asked me and I told you. Now are you going to leave me alone or am I going to have a new grandma today?” Vicky made the motion of zipping her lip. Tracy turned back to her desk and began to work again.
After several minutes of Tracy applying strokes and sighing in frustration Vicky finally dared to speak again. “Sooooo how’s it coming?” With out looking up Tracy answered. “Not that great. For some reason the paint won’t stay on. It drips off. But only this paint. I can use regular paint to make him look like he’s in a clown costume or look like a humanoid cat but I can’t make him look any older than I would guess around forty five. Crows feet are about all his picture will accept.” Tracy explained. Vicky looked over at her sister’s work. “huh, that’s strange.” Tracy nodded. “You’re telling me.”
Meanwhile at Paul’s house Paul sat at his work area and began to feel a tingle. “Huh that’s odd.” He said to himself. He got up and gave himself a once over in the mirror. Examining his face closely he saw what looked like wrinkles in the corner of his eyes and across his forehead. “Nah, it couldn’t be….unless” He thought back to Tracy. Paul’s mouth dropped open as he saw the crows feet get more prominent. “Well two can play at that game.” He declared and rushed back to his work station. Printing out the picture of Tracy and him he began to apply a coat of paint.
Back at Tracy’s house Vicky had just left. Tracy had given up on Paul’s photo and was washing off her hands. As she washed she noticed something odd. Did her hand look like they were getting older? The skin on them seems thinner. She looked at her face, he features seemed more mature. She stared at her eyes for a long moment, nothing. Guess it was her imagination…wait! There they are, tiny lines on the corners. And as if he wanted her to know what he was doing she watched a lock of her brown hair instantly go white. Just one lock in the front of her hair. Tracy’s heart was beating fast. She would guess that she had aged ten years.
‘Man almost forty.’ She thought. She stripped off all her clothes to do damage control. Legs: a little less toned, but good over all; Ass: nothings changed much; Stomach: looks less than flat, but good for middle age; Boobs: Not where they were ten minutes ago; Face: a few wrinkles, sharper nose, dryer skin; Hair: Like rogue from the x-men. She twirled herself around a few times before putting her clothes back on. She knew what she had to do. She had to find Paul! It was like they were playing some crazy variation of phone-tag except this was “age-tag”. She got in her car and hurried over.
When she arrived at Pauls he answered the door immediately. “Tracy! Wonderful to see you, you’re looking stunning as always. I just put another layer on your picture. You’ll go through menopause in just a bit. Want a drink?” Tracy licked her lips and moved towards Paul. “I want you to fuck me!” Paul’s smug grin turned to confusion. “I’m sorry you want to what?” Tracy grabbed him and moved him towards the bed room. “I want you to fuck me Paul. I want to age with you inside me.” Paul was thrilled. He quickly undressed and began to make out with the aging Tracy. She stuck her tongue deep in his mouth as they moved to the bed and Tracy moved towards forty years of age. “I’m gaining on you Paul. Soon you’ll be with an older woman.”
She ripped off her clothes and quickly glanced down at her larger breasts that were sagging more and more, she offered them to Paul who fondled them with glee and soon both of them were naked on the bed. As they continued having sex Tracy was screaming wildly, clawing at Pauls chest, grabbing her dull brown and white hair and closing in on the half a century mark. The lines on her face deepened and multiplied before Pauls eyes. He could feel her breasts sliding lower against his chest. Her skin was getting less smooth. He was thrusting faster and faster into her as she was calling out to him.
She was aggressively kissing him and her howls in between were getting louder and louder. “Oh my god” she began to say. “OOH! OH MY GOD!” Paul kept up what he was doing while kissing her neck as her fingers dug into his shoulders. “I! I! I! OH! PAUL!” Then she made a sound that Paul had never heard before which was immediately followed by Pauls own orgasm. Looking up at his lover he realized she had to be in her mid fifties now. Her hair was now speckled with gray in addition to her white lock. Her face was now a bit weathered, her cheeks dipping a bit at the bottom. Her breasts were a tad leathery on top and much lower. Her thighs were heavier as her legs were entangled with his. She laid her hand on his chest and he could see some age spots on top of it. “Paul…” Tracy began in an older huskier voice. “I think I just went through menopause and orgasmed at the same time.” Paul looked at her for a moment not knowing how to respond. “Thank you.” Tracy finally said.
Paul grinned. “You really liked it?” He asked. She rolled over to lie beside him. “Are you kidding? I’ve wanted to try this since I was a teenager but I’ve never had the guts, or known a guy who wouldn’t run screaming the moment he saw my boobs begin to droop. This is fantastic.” Paul was shaking with excitement and pleasure. “Well there…there is of course one last stage…” He hinted. “Well what are we waiting for?” Tracy asked. Paul laughed, pulled a pair of boxers on and zipped into his work space. As he put the final touches on Tracy’s picture she sauntered up behind him. She hadn’t bothered to put anything back on and her now wider ass jiggled with each step. Paul turned and looked her up and down. “Prepare to get old.” He said and watched intently.
The changes were fast. What hairs were still brown on Tracy’s head instantly went grey. Long grey and white hair flowed around her face and onto her shoulders. Wrinkles were appearing on her face left and right. Her eyes became sunken in and her wrinkled cheeks sloped into dangling jowls wrinkles formed around her lips which were now thin with age. Her neck was very wrinkly and droopy. Her breasts no longer slip but plopped down onto her wrinkled belly than hung out over her pelvis. Her ass was wrinkled and dimpled. Her legs thinned again and withered. Blue veins appeared up and down the sides. Her hands and feet were bony and covered in liver spots.
But what Paul noticed the most was Tracy’s clean trimmed pubes going from a light brown patch to a light gray one. Her thighs were pressing their wrinkled inner sides together and from what Paul could see her Vagina seem to be hanging lower than it was when she had come over. He looked up at Tracy’s elderly face. “Like what you see down there?” She teased in a shaky old voice. She brought her trembling hands to his faces and guided him to stand up and kiss her. Which he did. “You’re going to have to change me back. I can hardly see at this age. And I don’t think I’d be able to keep hand hands steady enough to paint.” “Oh.” Paul replied sounding a little disappointed. “But I don’t have to paint again until tomorrow…” Tracy added with a smile and pressed her aged body against Pauls. “Lets go back and give this new age a spin, what do you say Paul?” Paul laughed. “I’m all for it if you are granny Tracy.”
“I like to manipulate photographs” Tracy said with a big grin. Paul choked for a moment on his drink then gathered himself and looked at her.
“Really? I do a bit of that myself.”
Tracy batted her eyes at Paul.
“Anything you can show me sometime?”
Paul smirked. “Well I really doubt you’d be interested. It’s just this thing I do its stupid.”
“Hey you’d be surprised at what I’m interested in.” Tracy said letting her hand light touch Pauls.
Paul nervously looked at Tracy for some sort of sign. She was staring at him intently, but it was a very welcoming look. She had moved herself closer and closer to him on the couch and was now in his breathing space. Paul took a breath and decided to take a chance. “Well, I guess, I sometimes like to-“
“Hey you two! Say cheese!” A friend of theirs called and took a photo of the two of them. “Okay this time give me a pose.” Their friend coaxed. Tracy let out a light giggle and sat on Pauls lap rapping one arm around him. Paul smile widened and the photo was taken.
“Now I want you to e-mail me those pictures!” Tracy told her friend. “Oh don’t worry about it. You’ll have them when you wake up tomorrow. This digital camera is awesome.” Her friend responded. “Hey can I get those pictures too?” Paul asked. “Sure thing.” The friend smiled. Tracy was putting on her coat. “Well I better get going, I have a lot to do tomorrow.” Paul walked her to her car.
The next morning Tracy was hard at work at another project. Her sister Vicky was over and doing some cleaning. “So what are you working on sis?” She asked purposefully cleaning around Tracy’s workspace. “Just a project, give me some room ok?” Tracy answered dismissing her sister. “A project for work or another shameless self indulgence?” Vicky chided attempting to peak over her sisters shoulder to see what she was working on. Tracy playfully shoved her away. “There are plenty of better things to do than stand here annoy me.” She said exasperated. Vicky shrugged. “Fine I’m going to use your bath room to take a shower.” She grabbed a towel and headed into toward the bathroom.
As she was heading in she turned back toward her sister. “Hey Tracy have you showed any guys those pictures that you do?” She asked with a mischievous grin on her face. “Oh your going to get it you know that?” Tracy threatened half jokingly. “What? I’m just saying some guys might like to know that they’re dating a freak with supernatural powers.” Vicky began laughing. Tracy threw an eraser at her. “Go take your shower!” and Vicky shut the door. Tracy looked down at what she was working on. She moved it over and took out a picture from her desk. Dipping her utensil into a small bottle she began to make marks on the photo.
In the bath room Vicky had begun to disrobe. She reached to turn the shower on. Looking at her hand, it didn’t seem quite right. Were those age spots? She put her hand up to her face for a moment and gasped. Looking into the mirror she saw that she looked about twenty years older. There were deep bags under her eyes and her hair was much duller. Her breasts were sagging before her very eyes. She continued to watch herself age into her fifties as wrinkles formed on her face and her body lost muscle tone. She looked down just in time to see her first pubic hair go gray. ‘Ewww’ she thought. Her legs look much knobbier and her ass had collapsed onto her now dimpled chubby thighs.
A few moments later the bath room door opened and a very old lady with long gray hair wearing only a towel came hobbling out. “Not funny Tracy!” Her sister yelled in a shaky voice. Shaking a knarled finger at Tracy, the age Vicky demanded “You change me back right now!” Tracy laughed out loud. “You wrinkle up really quickly in the shower huh? Oh all right, all right. I’ll change you back. You deserved it though for bugging me earlier.” Taking a small damp towel she wiped it over the photo and looked over to her younger sister who was once again in her twenties and filling in the towel in the right places.
“So who are you working on, really?” Vicky asked once she was sure she was back to her proper age. Tracy glared at her. “You want to wear adult diapers for the rest of the day?” Vicky held her hands up in defense. “Jesus Christ! What’s with the secrecy? It’s just a stupid art project. I already know what you can do.” Tracy sighed. “Alright fine, if you must know. I’m attempting to work on one of Paul.” Vicky grinned from ear to ear. “Paul? You’re doing Paul? You like Paul….” Tracy slapped her utensil down on the desk. “You asked me and I told you. Now are you going to leave me alone or am I going to have a new grandma today?” Vicky made the motion of zipping her lip. Tracy turned back to her desk and began to work again.
After several minutes of Tracy applying strokes and sighing in frustration Vicky finally dared to speak again. “Sooooo how’s it coming?” With out looking up Tracy answered. “Not that great. For some reason the paint won’t stay on. It drips off. But only this paint. I can use regular paint to make him look like he’s in a clown costume or look like a humanoid cat but I can’t make him look any older than I would guess around forty five. Crows feet are about all his picture will accept.” Tracy explained. Vicky looked over at her sister’s work. “huh, that’s strange.” Tracy nodded. “You’re telling me.”
Meanwhile at Paul’s house Paul sat at his work area and began to feel a tingle. “Huh that’s odd.” He said to himself. He got up and gave himself a once over in the mirror. Examining his face closely he saw what looked like wrinkles in the corner of his eyes and across his forehead. “Nah, it couldn’t be….unless” He thought back to Tracy. Paul’s mouth dropped open as he saw the crows feet get more prominent. “Well two can play at that game.” He declared and rushed back to his work station. Printing out the picture of Tracy and him he began to apply a coat of paint.
Back at Tracy’s house Vicky had just left. Tracy had given up on Paul’s photo and was washing off her hands. As she washed she noticed something odd. Did her hand look like they were getting older? The skin on them seems thinner. She looked at her face, he features seemed more mature. She stared at her eyes for a long moment, nothing. Guess it was her imagination…wait! There they are, tiny lines on the corners. And as if he wanted her to know what he was doing she watched a lock of her brown hair instantly go white. Just one lock in the front of her hair. Tracy’s heart was beating fast. She would guess that she had aged ten years.
‘Man almost forty.’ She thought. She stripped off all her clothes to do damage control. Legs: a little less toned, but good over all; Ass: nothings changed much; Stomach: looks less than flat, but good for middle age; Boobs: Not where they were ten minutes ago; Face: a few wrinkles, sharper nose, dryer skin; Hair: Like rogue from the x-men. She twirled herself around a few times before putting her clothes back on. She knew what she had to do. She had to find Paul! It was like they were playing some crazy variation of phone-tag except this was “age-tag”. She got in her car and hurried over.
When she arrived at Pauls he answered the door immediately. “Tracy! Wonderful to see you, you’re looking stunning as always. I just put another layer on your picture. You’ll go through menopause in just a bit. Want a drink?” Tracy licked her lips and moved towards Paul. “I want you to fuck me!” Paul’s smug grin turned to confusion. “I’m sorry you want to what?” Tracy grabbed him and moved him towards the bed room. “I want you to fuck me Paul. I want to age with you inside me.” Paul was thrilled. He quickly undressed and began to make out with the aging Tracy. She stuck her tongue deep in his mouth as they moved to the bed and Tracy moved towards forty years of age. “I’m gaining on you Paul. Soon you’ll be with an older woman.”
She ripped off her clothes and quickly glanced down at her larger breasts that were sagging more and more, she offered them to Paul who fondled them with glee and soon both of them were naked on the bed. As they continued having sex Tracy was screaming wildly, clawing at Pauls chest, grabbing her dull brown and white hair and closing in on the half a century mark. The lines on her face deepened and multiplied before Pauls eyes. He could feel her breasts sliding lower against his chest. Her skin was getting less smooth. He was thrusting faster and faster into her as she was calling out to him.
She was aggressively kissing him and her howls in between were getting louder and louder. “Oh my god” she began to say. “OOH! OH MY GOD!” Paul kept up what he was doing while kissing her neck as her fingers dug into his shoulders. “I! I! I! OH! PAUL!” Then she made a sound that Paul had never heard before which was immediately followed by Pauls own orgasm. Looking up at his lover he realized she had to be in her mid fifties now. Her hair was now speckled with gray in addition to her white lock. Her face was now a bit weathered, her cheeks dipping a bit at the bottom. Her breasts were a tad leathery on top and much lower. Her thighs were heavier as her legs were entangled with his. She laid her hand on his chest and he could see some age spots on top of it. “Paul…” Tracy began in an older huskier voice. “I think I just went through menopause and orgasmed at the same time.” Paul looked at her for a moment not knowing how to respond. “Thank you.” Tracy finally said.
Paul grinned. “You really liked it?” He asked. She rolled over to lie beside him. “Are you kidding? I’ve wanted to try this since I was a teenager but I’ve never had the guts, or known a guy who wouldn’t run screaming the moment he saw my boobs begin to droop. This is fantastic.” Paul was shaking with excitement and pleasure. “Well there…there is of course one last stage…” He hinted. “Well what are we waiting for?” Tracy asked. Paul laughed, pulled a pair of boxers on and zipped into his work space. As he put the final touches on Tracy’s picture she sauntered up behind him. She hadn’t bothered to put anything back on and her now wider ass jiggled with each step. Paul turned and looked her up and down. “Prepare to get old.” He said and watched intently.
The changes were fast. What hairs were still brown on Tracy’s head instantly went grey. Long grey and white hair flowed around her face and onto her shoulders. Wrinkles were appearing on her face left and right. Her eyes became sunken in and her wrinkled cheeks sloped into dangling jowls wrinkles formed around her lips which were now thin with age. Her neck was very wrinkly and droopy. Her breasts no longer slip but plopped down onto her wrinkled belly than hung out over her pelvis. Her ass was wrinkled and dimpled. Her legs thinned again and withered. Blue veins appeared up and down the sides. Her hands and feet were bony and covered in liver spots.
But what Paul noticed the most was Tracy’s clean trimmed pubes going from a light brown patch to a light gray one. Her thighs were pressing their wrinkled inner sides together and from what Paul could see her Vagina seem to be hanging lower than it was when she had come over. He looked up at Tracy’s elderly face. “Like what you see down there?” She teased in a shaky old voice. She brought her trembling hands to his faces and guided him to stand up and kiss her. Which he did. “You’re going to have to change me back. I can hardly see at this age. And I don’t think I’d be able to keep hand hands steady enough to paint.” “Oh.” Paul replied sounding a little disappointed. “But I don’t have to paint again until tomorrow…” Tracy added with a smile and pressed her aged body against Pauls. “Lets go back and give this new age a spin, what do you say Paul?” Paul laughed. “I’m all for it if you are granny Tracy.”