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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 26, 2019 16:53:38 GMT -6
Clara "Good, then I'm sure you won't mind going and standing outside the meeting and doing whatever the hell you feel like out there. Away from where we all can see you sending bright young girls back in time to become doddering old women in the present!" Clara said sternly.
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Post by spyguy on Jan 26, 2019 16:59:58 GMT -6
Gavin grins as he begins to digitally pleasure the older woman. "Shhh it's okay baby. See? You're not that old. You can still have a fun time with a young man like me. Just close your eyes and say "I'm only 27... I'm only 27... I'm only 27..." He coached her as he leaned in to kiss her again, his fingers working their magic, he could see that her pubes were starting to gray as well which caused him to grin and feel a strong tingle of arousal. Lexa is having trouble concentrating, Gavin's fingers doing their damndest to get inside her head. She pulls up her arms, small newly formed bingo wings jiggling slightly, and pushes against his chest with a grunt of effort, fed up and weirded out. She bites her lips, weathered features straining with focus as she squirms on the table.
"No! NO! I-- ah-- I am-- I am 27-- I AM!-- ah-- ah!"
She feels it coming this time and strains with everything she has to keep the pressure in. To stop it from rushing through her and stealing more years.
"Son of a -- Ah- AAAH CHOO!"
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 26, 2019 17:01:24 GMT -6
Paula craned her wrinkled head in Calums direction. "If I have one complaint Mr. Time guy, its that you could've sent me back to a time with better music. Me and my friends use to love to go to pop conceets when I was in high school but you sent me back to the big band era. By the time and decent music you could bop to came around I was too darn old to enjoy it in a club without breaking a hip!" The old woman lamented.
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Post by spyguy on Jan 26, 2019 17:05:05 GMT -6
Clara "Good, then I'm sure you won't mind going and standing outside the meeting and doing whatever the hell you feel like out there. Away from where we all can see you sending bright young girls back in time to become doddering old women in the present!" Clara said sternly.
Monique stands there, watching the altercation escalate. She hefts the heavy grocery bags higher in her arms. "I'm, uh, just gonna run these upstairs, okay? Okay." She turns from the room and quickly exits before stopping in the hall.
She glances around, unsure of which direction to turn. "Damn. I shoulda asked them where anything actually was first..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2019 17:15:45 GMT -6
"Don't see how you can complain. I once sent a woman back 22,000 years. She taught humans how to make bread and died in an era where music was just singing at a campfire!"
Cal laughs, standing up giving Paula a bow.
"And also, my name is Calum Fox, Servant to the Fox Maiden of Time, wandering son of the Picts, Rome's greatest enemy, her majesty's last line of defense, and also, I make a pretty good shepherd's pie!"
"He sure does!" Sunny nods as Calum heads for the door.
"I'll be at that coffee shop across the street, Sunny. And Clara, I do apologize for causing a little chaos."
Cal looks at Skyler and Amy.
"That being said, you're rather fortunate it wasn't another demon attending your little group session. Out of all my associates, I'd say I'm the least... aggressive."
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 26, 2019 17:42:50 GMT -6
Lexa is having trouble concentrating, Gavin's fingers doing their damndest to get inside her head. She pulls up her arms, small newly formed bingo wings jiggling slightly, and pushes against his chest with a grunt of effort, fed up and weirded out. She bites her lips, weathered features straining with focus as she squirms on the table.
"No! NO! I-- ah-- I am-- I am 27-- I AM!-- ah-- ah!"
She feels it coming this time and strains with everything she has to keep the pressure in. To stop it from rushing through her and stealing more years.
"Son of a -- Ah- AAAH CHOO!"
The force of Lexa's sneeze flings her forward off the table. Gavin sees this and catches her however wasn't braced himself and ends up tumbling backward with the mostly naked Lexa flopping on top of him, her saggy breasts flailing as she lands against his unclothed body like that Sandra Bullock, Ryan Reynolds scene in The Proposal. "Mmm perfect." Gavin cooes as he reaches around to cup and squeeze Lexas dimpled drooping ass cheeks. "You most certainly are 27... It's amazing that this wrinkly body belongs to a 27 year old..." He moans as he kisses her and holds her tightly against him as she ages further. His member handening between her weaker legs.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2019 18:08:40 GMT -6
"Can I get a hot chocolate?" A corpse dressed in a red hoodie asks a magically aged, plump, middle aged waitress, greying hair in an updo, mole on her left cheek, in a pink uniform covered in stains.
"And I'll have a cup of tea... possibly with a little milk on the side?"
"Sure, hun." The Waitress drawls.
"Bit of a waste,yeah? Buying that fancy cup of hot chocolate. Not like your taste buds work, Mickie."
"A man can dream, Cal. A man can dream!" Mikie laughs. "Anyways, how was Sunny's support group?"
Cal shrugs.
"I upset them. Sent a girl back to the 40's."
Mike laughs.
"Yeah, that sounds like you."
"So, how've you been, Mister Choi?"
"Eh... can't complain." Mike shrugs. "My goddess has my transformation quota down to seven a week."
"Nice. Glad she finally gave you a break."
"Right?" Mike groans. "You're so lucky your goddess isn't a bitch."
"Just one of the lucky ones." Cal laughs.
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Post by spyguy on Jan 26, 2019 18:15:56 GMT -6
The force of Lexa's sneeze flings her forward off the table. Gavin sees this and catches her however wasn't braced himself and ends up tumbling backward with the mostly naked Lexa flopping on top of him, her saggy breasts flailing as she lands against his unclothed body like that Sandra Bullock, Ryan Reynolds scene in The Proposal. "Mmm perfect." Gavin cooes as he reaches around to cup and squeeze Lexas dimpled drooping ass cheeks. "You most certainly are 27... It's amazing that this wrinkly body belongs to a 27 year old..." He moans as he kisses her and holds her tightly against him as she ages further. His member handening between her weaker legs. "Oh shit!" Lexa cries as she tumbles off the table, landing on top of Gavin in a messy heap. She can feel him tensing beneath her, while his erection makes itself known between her softened thighs, which are now dotted with blue veins that she can't help but wince at.
"We can't do this. I can't do this," she whispers breathlessly in a hoarse voice. She throws back her head, clearing her eyes of a cloud of stiff, mostly white curls that have overtaken her gray head in waves. She looks around, trying to find something to pull herself up with. It's all blurred shadows and out of focus shapes, her squinting eyes now about thirteen years older than they were when she crawled in here minutes ago with Gavin.
She tries to stand up, but a sharp stab of pain crackles through her lower back. She grimaces, gripping the small of her back with a thin, achey hand. "God, everything feels terrible," she gasps, out of breath and stuck on her sore and knobby knees as her sagging, sacklike breasts swing, free of her bra.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2019 20:32:05 GMT -6
"Why's Sunny doing this?" Mike asks as the middle aged woman, he recently transformed, sets down his hot coco.
Calum shrugs. Pouring milk into his cup of tea.
"Pretty sure it was to pick up elderly women."
"Wouldn't that be easier at that gay bar she frequents?"
"Well, no shit!" Cal laughs. "You know Sunshine, she loves birds with damages!"
"Yeah... she's such a weird, old lady!"
"Right?! Funny coincidence, a lesbian couple showed up, guess who caused that?"
"Oldman Gordon?"
"Nope."
"Grim Senior?"
Calum laughs.
"That prude?!"
"I dunno, Cal. Who?"
"Donkeyvac."
"Seriously!"
"Aye. His scent's all over them!"
"Man, first that wave in California, now Donkeyvac? What's next, an Incubus Invaision?!"
"Who knows! Speaking of California, I heard Selena Gomez is doing a tour. Poor old gran, if it wasn't for that rascal, I heard she'd be stuck in that home with Miley Cyrus!"
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 27, 2019 0:06:37 GMT -6
"Oh shit!" Lexa cries as she tumbles off the table, landing on top of Gavin in a messy heap. She can feel him tensing beneath her, while his erection makes itself known between her softened thighs, which are now dotted with blue veins that she can't help but wince at.
"We can't do this. I can't do this," she whispers breathlessly in a hoarse voice. She throws back her head, clearing her eyes of a cloud of stiff, mostly white curls that have overtaken her gray head in waves. She looks around, trying to find something to pull herself up with. It's all blurred shadows and out of focus shapes, her squinting eyes now about thirteen years older than they were when she crawled in here minutes ago with Gavin.
She tries to stand up, but a sharp stab of pain crackles through her lower back. She grimaces, gripping the small of her back with a thin, achey hand. "God, everything feels terrible," she gasps, out of breath and stuck on her sore and knobby knees as her sagging, sacklike breasts swing, free of her bra. Gavin looked at the mostly naked 70 year old holding herself up on her hands and knees on top of him, her swaying breasts grazing his chest. The med student was now looking quite grandmotherly and a bit frail as he gently reached out to her loose wrinkly arm to bring her back down to him. "C'mon baby, sure we can do this. Don't get discouraged by a few extra years. You hold the wrinkles well. I bet the feeling of my young muscular body entwining with your old, withering... I mean your hot body, will be exactly what you need to get your mind off of your aging. When was the last time you've been with a young man?" He asked caressing her now wrinklier cheek. In the main meeting area Clara breathed a deep sigh of relied upon Calum leaving. "There. That's over. You're all safe now. I mean jeez, why can't there be any demons that just do nice things with their magic?" She asked. "Well at least we have another new member. Welcome Paula. Terra here was just introducing herself to the group. We also have Amy who just joined us. And Lexa and Gavin who you haven't met yet are still in the bathroom."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2019 0:48:30 GMT -6
"Well, hello everyone, my name's Paula Horton, as of next week, I'm ninety years old. Let's see... what else?" Paula scratches her jowly chin. "I'm the mother of three. Two sons, named George and Tony, and a daughter named Eliza. I'm the grandmother of nine, great grandmother of fourteen. Oh, and twins run in my family, I'm a twin... and my sister is still 16, still in high school... and who has no idea I spent seven decades in the past!"
"Yeah, that's tough. Avoid your old neighborhood for a few weeks, Kay? I like tried walking down memory lane, ya know, reminisce by taking a look at the ole homestead? Cop cars everywhere! Posters of myself as teen on every block! I figure in a few months, maybe, I'll contact my folks, let them know their little princess is okay." Sunny laughs. "She just grew up a little sooner than they'd hoped!"
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Post by spyguy on Jan 27, 2019 0:53:25 GMT -6
Back in the hallway, Monique is gazing at a small fire escape map when she hears a loud THUD. She turns around, grocery bag crinkling. The hallway is empty as no-one else in this part of the building.
"...the hell?"
Hushed voices whisper to each other a few doors down. She walks towards them, curious. She swears one of the voices sounds kind of like Lexa's...
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Post by spyguy on Jan 27, 2019 1:24:57 GMT -6
"Gavin, I've just aged-- god-- it feels like fifty years! My hip hurts, I think I pulled my back, and my ass is two inches lower than it was when I got in the car this morning," she pulls her arm away. "Read the room. The moment has passed!" She grips the side of the table and heaves herself upright, a move accompanied by a chorus of loud POP's from several protesting joints. Now on her feet, she feels her looser, wrinklier skin hanging in a myriad of new and uncomfortable ways, like a just-not-quite-right suit.
Oh my god, why was that so hard? she thinks incredulously. I just stood up, not run a triathalon! Lexa wonders what other surprises her body has in store, but one questions is front and center as she bobs from foot to weathered foot, wrapping her withered arms around her low hanging chest.
"Where's my clothes?"
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 27, 2019 1:42:09 GMT -6
"Gavin, I've just aged-- god-- it feels like fifty years! My hip hurts, I think I pulled my back, and my ass is two inches lower than it was when I got in the car this morning," she pulls her arm away. "Read the room. The moment has passed!" She grips the side of the table and heaves herself upright, a move accompanied by a chorus of loud POP's from several protesting joints. Now on her feet, she feels her looser, wrinklier skin hanging in a myriad of new and uncomfortable ways, like a just-not-quite-right suit.
Oh my god, why was that so hard? she thinks incredulously. I just stood up, not run a triathalon! Lexa wonders what other surprises her body has in store, but one questions is front and center as she bobs from foot to weathered foot, wrapping her withered arms around her low hanging chest.
"Where's my clothes?" Gavin couldn't help but physically show that he was incredibly turned on by the sight of the naked 70 year old before him tiredly trying to stand and look for her lost clothing. He closes his eyes and whispers "I can't believe you were born in 1991, that's just so... god!" He said trying to control himself but still reaching out to caress her soft wrinkly body some more. When he sees her flashing him a dangerous look across her lined face though he backs up for a moment. "Right, your clothes... ummmm I found your panties!" He said as he pulls the underwear up from the floor. But.... I don't see anything else. Huh." He said running his hand through his beard. "It's cool, it's cool. You can uh, borrow my shirt!" He says pulling his button up off the table. "Babe, you look tired. And I think it's probably stress that's making you sneeze again. You don't want to Gesundheit your way into your 80s or 90s do you? Why don't you chill out and sit down and i'll give your wrinkly feet a rub, then we can figure out where your clothes went." He suggested, pulling the older woman into a hug against his bare chest.
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Post by spyguy on Jan 27, 2019 2:06:24 GMT -6
Lexa takes the panties, snags Gavin's shirt with a glare and slowly slides her stiffening arms into the sleeves. It hangs over her slightly bent frame like a tent with a pair of rickety old legs. "I don't need a foot massage. I just need my scrubs." She begins buttoning up the shirt, but her fingers-- knuckles already beginning to swell with arthritis-- keep slipping. She cranes her lined neck, squinting around the floor, trying to find her missing clothes, as Gavin tries to embrace her. She puts up her bony elbows defensively. "Stop it. Not now!" she warns, elderly voice quavering.
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