The Age of Social Media - by Ark
Aug 19, 2020 8:13:38 GMT -6
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Post by ark on Aug 19, 2020 8:13:38 GMT -6
Hi all!
Here's a brand new story I've written, inspired and kindly commissioned by thetreerollins.
It's a slow burn, middle aged AP story - so my apologies for those of you who like your AP a little older -this probably won't be one for you. For me, the critical years between a woman's twenties and late thirties are the most interesting to write, as the first little signs of aging start to disturb a beautiful woman's looks.
It was commissioned to be a short, 3000 word story, but it got away from me a bit and ended up three times as long!
This was my first commission, and I quite enjoyed it. I'll be taking a little break but I'll probably be open to commissions again in the future. Let me know if you're interested.
And as always, I hope you enjoy the story! Drop a like if you do.
Ark
The Age of Social Media
Written by Ark, commissioned by thetreerollins
Mason Green sipped his beer, half watching the game, lost in thought.
His colleague from the phone factory, Konrad, pulled up the stool next to him. “Buddy, I gotta say, your girl is fineeee!” he slapped Mason on the back, and showed his phone. Instagram was open, and showed Mason's girlfriends account.
Leigh was undeniably stunning. Only 19 years old, in her latest photo she was stretched out across the base of a fountain, flashing her smooth shapely legs and tossing back her cascade of long dark curls. At 5’4, she was quite curvy for her petit frame, but every inch of her was flawlessly tight and toned.
The photo was adorned, as always, with a vapid comment and an inane selection of hashtags.
Seizing the day and living my best life! #summer #brunette #me #liveyourlife #hot #tanned #legs #booty #girl #sexy
Mason sighed, and swigged his drink.
Konrad read the room. “Hey, what’s wrong buddy? Having a hot 19 year old girlfriend not everything dreamed? Trouble in paradise?”
“It’s just this social media crap. She’s obsessed. Everyday without fail she's posting some exhibitionist photo with these bloody hashtags. She’s fixated on becoming an influencer, hung up on her metrics – followers and likes and everything. It’s maddening.”
“No time for you, huh?”
“Yea, but it’s not just that. She’s a law major at college, she’s smart! But now she’s just totally addicted to Instagram, she’s neglecting her studies as well as me, convinced she can make a living off this nonsense.”
“Well, can she? There is money in being an influencer, and like I said, she is fineeee. I’d buy whatever she’s selling, if you know what I mean?”
Mason slapped his mate round the back of the head. “Well sure, she’s making some money already. And companies keep sending her stuff to review, swimsuits and make up and all kindsa stuff. But how long can this last? She’s not going to be Instagram famous in her 40s. I don’t want her to waste her life.”
“Plus, you wanna get laid, right? No time for candle lit evenings when she’s teaching herself photoshop?” Konrad raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Mason was resigned. “Yes, I want to get laid.”
“Ha!” Konrad leaned in and started whispering in a conspiratorial manner. “Well, buddy, you know, I might have something that can help.”
Mason ordered a round of beers. “You have my attention.”
“So, you know at work, there was that accounting ‘error’, and R&D get’s like 10x the funding it needs?” Mason nodded. “So yea, things down in the basement have gotten weird. Like, really weird. They’re hiring tech geniuses from all over, on seven figure salaries, poaching from everywhere you can think of. It’s some proper mad scientist shit down there now, I’m miles out of my depth. You know what I mean?”
“How’s that going to help with Leigh?”
“Well, you gave me an idea. She won’t want to be flashing so much flesh when she’s 40? Right? Influencing is a young girls game. What is she was a little older?”
“Older? What are you on about?” Mason had no idea where this was heading.
Konrad rummaged around in his rucksack and produced a new looking smart phone. “So this is a prototype of one of the G8s. The camara is state of the art, and it’s interlinked with Instagram with some kind of quantum… temporal… thing. I don’t know how it works, like I said, I’m out of my depth and they’ve gone all twilight zone on us. Long story short, give this phone to your Mrs, and she’ll age a couple of years each time she posts to Instagram.”
“She’ll…age? Like her photos will age, like a FaceApp filter? That’s not that revolutionary.”
But Konrad was shaking his head. “No no man, well, yes, but it’s way more than that. When she clicks “post”, her photo will age two years - BUT - she will age two years as well in real life. She’ll sync up, and age to match the photo yo. It’s trippy shit.”
This couldn’t be real, Konrad was clearly messing with him. “Why, Konrad, would anyone want a phone app that makes you look older?”
“It doesn’t make her look older – it makes her older for real! The tech guys are messing with quantum entanglement to make an app that would make you younger – like some real fountain of youth shit. But, you know, you gotta break some eggs to make an omelette, and they ended up making something that did the exact opposite. They’re still working on it, but for now, their loss, your gain.”
Mason took the phone. He had zero faith that this would actually work. “So say this does work. Why would I want to make my smoking hot girlfriend older? If I wanted to date women my own age, I would.”
“You want her to quit Instagram?” Mason nodded. “Then perhaps a little bit of maturity will do the trick?”
Unconvinced, but curious, Mason took the phone home with him
Leigh excitedly opened this phone box, and gave Mason a huge hug. “This is amazing! Thank you!” she kissed him passionately with her full, young lips. “I can’t believe it! The G8 isn’t even supposed to be out yet, and you said you couldn’t get freebies from work? I didn’t think you even liked me focusing in my social media presence?” Mason was always moaning that Leigh spent too much time getting the perfect picture and researching the tending hashtags. This new phone was totally out of the blue.
“Anything for you babe. I know this is important to you, he smiled his handsome smile. (Inside, he was grimacing and hoping Konrad's plan worked, and that this new phone didn’t just make the whole social media thing worse!)
“The camera on this is supposed to be amazing! I’ve got to set everything up and give it a go.”
After a few painful minutes of remembering passwords and entering settings, Leigh was ready to give her new toy a try. She pulled off her hoodie and started posing in just her sports bra and leggings. She didn't like to think of herself as vain, but Leigh was hot and she knew it. Any residual teenage insecurity she might have been hanging onto had been eroded away by the constant barrage off validation her burgeoning Instagram followers showed her with every day. She was curvy in the hips and ass, tight in the waist, wielded sleek had legs, and had superb tear-drop C cup breasts in her arsenal. Her skin flaunted an even bronze tan that she dutifully maintained in long tanning sessions. Her USP in the Instagram world though was her pretty, dark features. Everyone in her family said she got her long dark curly hair from her mother, but given her mom had been going grey since her thirties, Leigh didn’t see the comparison. Big brown eyes, soft facial features, and a Victoria’s Secret jawline, rounded her off so that overall she combined the stunning face of a “real” model and the voluptuous yet fit, girl-next-door, body of on Instagram girl.
She took a few practices poses, angling her face correctly in the light and the thrusting out her chest (just so subtly that it would make a difference to her already flawless figure without being obvious that she was trying). She snapped a couple of pics, and was amazed at how good the camera was. “Jesus, the auto-focus on this think is amazzzing. Her, Mace, take a pic of me side on.”
Mason reluctantly obliged – playing photographer was part of his life now. Under Leigh's instruction, he’d gotten pretty good – if he did say so himself.
After an interminable number of photos, Leigh took the phone back and started the painful process of picking the right photo for her daily post. Her ass looked amazing in these leggings side on she decided. “All those squats are really paying off, don’t you think? This is the pic.”
Mason, who’d typically lost interest by this point, perked up, and watched his 19 year old sexpot girlfriend as she typed out her hashtags.
#newphone #bestBFever #brunette #me #liveyourlife #hot #tanned #legs #booty #girl #sexy #ass #peach #leggings #smoulder #19
Then she hit “Share".
Mason might have been imagining it, but Leigh kinda shimmered for a fraction of a second. Could this actually have worked? She didn’t look noticeably different. But on second glance, maybe something was slightly different. Her jawline looked slightly more defined perhaps, like the last of her baby fat had melted away. It could just have been Mason’s wishful thinking, but Leigh had a slightly more adult sensuality about her. It seemed to him that Leigh was even more breath-taking than normal.
Leigh herself hadn’t felt anything. She checked her Insta profile to make sure the photo had uploaded properly, as she always did out of habit. She nodded approvingly. “The camera on this phone is great! I look really sophisticated in this one, don’t you think?” She hadn’t noticed when screening the pics, but know that the pic was posted it was clear the new camera really heightened the contract and shapes of her face in a really pleasing manner. She was sure her followers would love this one – she looked classy. Sort of… mature.
The next day, Leigh had a regular day at college, completely unaware that she now had the body of a 21 year old rather. She just looked like a senior rather than a freshman, and not even her friends would have noticed the difference. Her photo from the day before had done well on Insta, her followers were digging the high rez camara and her sultry new look, so she was buzzing. She snapped another pic, this time of her posing in front of the campus bookshop:
#young #blonde #collegegirl #gunnabealawyerifmodellingdoesn’tworkout #butitwill #brunette #19 #sexy #smart #fountain
Hit share, then unknowingly aged to 23 without batting an eyelid.
The following day, Leigh went about her normal routine at college. First thing in the morning, she checked all her Insta metrics. As expected, her sexy pics from the last two days, had gone down a storm. Nearly 2000 likes, and 200 new followers! A bumper day. This new camara was worth every penny that she assumed Mason had paid for it. She was approaching 50k followers – which would be a big threshold for her. With 200 extra followers a day, she’d be there within the week!
She skimmed through the comments section.
“Beautiful!”
“Stunning!”
“I could bounce pennies off that ass <3”
All par for the course for Leigh. A great way to start the day, basking in the adoration of her followers. She’d also gotten an offer from a local clothing company, offering her some free samples bikinis and leggings if she’d feature them on her feed. She gladly excepted and sent them her address and measurements.
Enthused, she hopped out of bed, and stretched out her nude “19 “ year old body. Unbeknownst to her, she was now actually 23 years old, but four years had had no real affect on the radient perfection of her figure. If anything, she looked better than ever. She rubbed her hands down her svelte sides to her hips and gave them a little shake. She glanced over at her ass, popping her heel to really accentuate her booty. “Like two soccer balls in a pillowcase”. Satisfied she looked as great as she felt, Leigh slipped into her gym gear and went out for her morning run. She smashed 2k in record time, shocking herself by how powerful she felt. “All that hard work is paying off,” she whispered to herself.
In the shower, she spent a good few minutes lathering up her perky boobs with moisturiser, something her aunt Mable had encouraged her to do in the fight against the “family crinkled décolletage”, which her busty aunt always claimed had wrecked her wrack at too young an age. Not that leigh had anything to worry about in that regard. She snapped a quick photo, topless apart from shower suds just barely covering her nipples, and sent it to Mason. She liked to tease him that she’d share nudes on social media one day to boost her following, but she had no intention of doing so. The world could see her almost nude, but she’d keep the pièce de résistance for Mason alone. She knew sending him a nude would drive him wild all day. Knowing he was thinking about her body all day really turned her on, and she’d be waiting for him later than night.
In the meantime, she wrapped herself a towel, sorted out her hair, and took her Insta photo for the day. Looking up at the camara, she gave a tantalising glimpse of her perky moisturised cleavage, her smooth shoulders, and her flawless face.
#2krecordtime #smashedit #morningshower #fitness #newphone #brunette #me #hot #booty #girl #sexy #ass #peach #shower #19 #towel
The second she hit Share, she could have sworn she felt a shock go through her, like a tiny shiver. She shook it off and though nothing of it though.
Checking the photo as it appeared on her feed, she frowned ever so slightly. Clearly the angle hadn’t been as great as she thought, her jawline looked a bit off, a tiny bit softer and less defined. Still, her boobs and hair looked great, so it would do.
She hurriedly dressed and dashed to class, where she ignored most of lectures to watch those sweet likes come flooding in.
Later that day, as expected, Mason tuned up at Leigh’s dorm room. He’d brought chocolates and flowers – a tell tale sign that he was horny. After a bit of heavy petting in front of Netflix, she led him to bed.
She straddled him, slowly taking off her t-shirt to reveal her unfettered breasts. She rarely wore a bra inside the house, there was no need, as gravity had no power over her perfect c-cups. She let Mason bite them, squeling in enjoyment. She loved being with an older man, it made her feel powerful, desirable. She could tell how much he lusted after her body with every caress. She could hadly blame him – the women his own age were all in their thirties now, battling bingo wings and cellulite, or whatever middle aged women worried about. Who could blame any red-blooded man for wanting her tight body over theirs? Leigh felt truly sexually appreciated when she was with Mason, much more so then when she’s been with boys her own age who’d never had to see a saggy boob in their lives, and thus didn’t worship her gravity defying orbs with the awe they deserved.
The couple ripped off the rest of their clothes, and got down to business, and Leigh set her mind to rocking his world like she always did.
Mason was in dreamland. This was why he hated Leigh’s social media obsession – too many evening scrolling mindlessly through Influencer’s feeds for photo inspiration, not enough time knocking boots. Leigh’s body was fucking perfect, a total 10/10, hotter than any woman he’d been with before. He grabbed her hips, as she rode him reverse-cowgirl style.
Only as an afterthought did he notice those hips were a tiny bit softer than normal. He tried to ignore the waves of ecstasy – easier said than done -and focus on Leigh’s body. She’d now posted three photos, which would mean her body was now 25. He’d hardly noticed any changes during the evening, and Leigh clearly hadn’t noticed anything herself, but now, with her totally naked and on top of him, Mason thought her body seemed almost imperceptibly softer. His fingers roamed, as innocently as he could manage. Her hips did have a little bit more give than he was used to her, and her normally toned thighs were a smidge more yielding to his fingers. It was hardly anything, but Leigh had gained some weight. Not much, but certainly some. Mason was quickly driven back to distraction – nothing had changed with leigh’s stamina, and her ass was still totally magnificent.
Afterwards, Leigh dosed off, and Mason inspected her sleeping face in the half-darkness. She did look a little different, more mature, more womanly and less girlish. She was still unbelievably hot – but she was definitely a woman in her twenties now, not a teenage freshman.
Mason suddenly felt a little bit worried. This magic – sorry, quantum – phone was clearly working. He better hope she’d get turned off social media soon, he’d never intended her to get old. The whole point was he wanted more sex with a 10/10 hottie, not less. He dozed off himself, quickly forgetting his concern.
The following day, a package arrived for Leigh containing the Bikini’s shed been sent by the local fashion designer. There were dozens, so she bunked off her criminal law lecture to try them all on and find the perfect pic for her feed.
Leigh loved days like this – free designer clothes for her to try on sent right to her door. She normally kept the ones she liked and sold the others to friends or on eBay. All part of the influencer sider hustle.
She slipped in and out of the skimpy garments, taking dozens of photos – even using a tripod to get the full body look. No point having these sexy pins if she didn’t flaunt them, right?
Disappointingly though, some of the bikini’s weren’t particularly flattering. A few were clearly miss sized as they cut into her hips, and one or two made her thighs look a bit chunkier than the svelte teenager was used to. She cast them aside into the sell pile – a shame, this designer was normally pretty great. Some of the others were suitably flattering though, so she took her photos and started browsing through for the pic of the day.
She settled on a sleek dark orange set that complimented her tan, and opted for a cross legged, side-on pose -that showed the best of what the bikini, and her body, had to offer.
#bikini #hot #brunette #swimwear #buylocal #sexy #curves #legs #orangebikini
As soon as she hit share, she felt that strange shiver again. Must just be the thrill of posting – every photo got her closer to Instagram fame after all.
But when she checked the photo on her feed she gasped. “What the hell?” Her thigh was dimpled in the photo. Cellulite. Nothing major, but a clear couple of dimples. She could have sworn they weren’t there when she selected the photo. She’d never have posted it otherwise. More importantly – Leigh did not have cellulite. She was 19! And she was hot! This couldn’t be happening.
She dashed to her full length mirror and checked out her ass. To her relief, it was still pert, full and flawless. Peachy as ever. Her thighs however did look different, a bit wider, a bit softer. And crucially, less smooth. She pinched her thigh and silently screamed as the yielding flesh dimpled around her fingers. It was true! She had cellulite.
Panicking, she sat back on her bed and crossed her legs. True enough, her upper leg took on the appearance of cottage cheese as soon as she applied some pressure. Leigh was horrified. How had this happened? She was 19 and in great shape. She was in great shape, right?
She started probing her body for other changes. Was her stomach a bit softer? Her upper arms wider? It was hard to tell. Probably not? But her legs certainly looked a bit chunkier than they should.
She quickly grabbed her phone and went to delete the photo from her Instagram feed. However, to her surprise, she already had some likes. A lot of likes actually, and some comments from her female followers.
“So brave! Real women have curves”
“You’re my hero! #normalisecellulite”
“Gorgeous as always! #womenempoweringwomen”
Leigh paused. This could actually be good for her metrics. Sure, she was going down the fashion side of influencing, which normally required physical perfection at all time, but plenty of Instagram models did some body-positivity stuff. It normalised them, and made their beauty more authentic. And judging by her likes, it was working a charm. She decided she’d keep the pic up, and pretend the orange peel thigh hadn’t been a shock. She edited her hashtags to add.
#cellulite #dimples #embreaceingmyflaws #realwomen #bodypositivity
But inside, she was really unsettled by how alien her legs looked. She’d never felt betrayed by her body like this before. Tomorrow, she’d hit the gym and tone these babies back up to perfection.
The next day, Leigh sprang out of bed, determined to smash her aerobics session and whip her body back into shape. She was cross with herself for letting it come to this, she’d clearly become a bit complacent in her fitness regime. Although, her soft thighs had really crept up on her, she could have sworn her legs had looked perfectly toned until yesterday.
She pulled on some leggings and a gym top, stubbornly ignoring her reflection, and dashed over to catch the 8am class she’d hurriedly booked herself onto. She’d done this class a few times already this semester, it was intense but nothing she couldn’t handle.
10 minutes into the session and Leigh felt great. Full of youthful determination and energy, she stretched the high kicks and nailed the star jumps.
20 minutes in, and she was covered in sweat. Had they forgotten to turn the AC on? It was boiling in here.
30 minutes in, and Leigh was really struggling. She’d had to abandon the planking after only a few seconds, the squats had been agony and now they were pounding out crunches. Leigh was miles off the pace, and was distressed to see her normally flat stomach forming little rolls with each laboured rep.
She looked around, hoping to see the others struggling, but alas, the rest of the class of student women looked fine, most of them had barely broken a sweat. What was wrong with her?
Leigh glanced up at the big mirror in front of the class, and did a double take at her sweaty, red face, tights digging into her hips and making her look just a smidge heavy. All the other girls looked stunning, like models. To Leigh they looked so perfect, so...young? Had they always looked so fresh faced and dewy? She was the same age, only a freshman. Why did she seem to look like the only adult in the room today? And a slightly out of shape adult at that.
She tried to focus and give her all the rest of the session. By the end, she’d have made a pact with the devil himself for the torment to be over. That had been the toughest session of her life.
In the changing room, Leigh felt unusually self-conscious. Just a couple of days ago she’d have bet on her body to hold it’s own against any other girl on campus, but yesterdays cellulite revelation and today’s laboured performance in class had her feeling shy. A blonde walked past towards the showers, totally naked and so radiant Leigh couldn’t look away. The blonde’s ass was a pert, flawlessly smooth peach, sitting above two sleek toned thighs that goose-pimpled slightly in the open air. 10/10. Leigh used to have a body like that, she though to herself.
What was she saying. She still did have a body like that! One bad photo and a tough gym session didn’t make her passed it. And hadn’t used #bodypositivity only yesterday. She confidently stripped off her sweaty kit. Her ass could take that blondes any day of the week...
She took an risqué, over the shoulder ass shot (strategically avoiding her treacherous thighs for now) for Instragram. She quickly checked the pic – her ass did indeed look bootilicious, there was a hint of her ample side boob, and while her face was still flushed – post work out selfies always tested well. She hit Share, then confidently strode away towards the shower, head held high and hips swaying.
#young #sexy #confident #curvy #bodypositivity #squats #workhardplayhard #gymbuny #sideboob #asstastic #brunette peach emoji
Leigh couldn’t see the view of course. Her ass still did look magnificent, but sitting above those dimpled thighs and incipient bulges at her hips, her bum instantly developed a doughy texture and a subtle sag. Her sassy, confident walk caused her rear to slosh about a bit, warping its shape with every step. Nothing major, nothing obscene, but the overall effect lacked the overt wow factor of the svelte blonde who’d walked by seconds before. Leigh’s rear view was hot, sure, but it was no longer perfect.
Unbeknownst to her, she now had the body of a 29 year old woman, teetering on the edge of her prime
The following morning, Leigh ached all over. Her back, her hamstrings, her core – all of it ached. She’d had tough gym sessions before, but she’s never felt this stiff the morning after. Hell, she’d never felt stiff the morning after at all.
Grumpy after a demoralising couple of days, she bunked off class and stayed in bed till noon. Her mood wasn’t improved when she checked Instagram. Her photo from the day before looked wayyy less flattering than she’d imagined. The angle gave her a little double chin, and her ass looked enormous – or last bigger than she’d have liked, and the cottage cheese from her thighs had clearly migrated onto her buns.
How did this keep happening? She’d have sworn the photo looked better than this before she hit share. More importantly, she knew she looked better than these photos would have someone believe. Or at least, she’d looked better than this a few days ago.
Leigh probed her aching body beneath the bedsheets. There was no denying it – she’d gained weight, and it wasn’t sitting on her 19 year old body the way it used to. Could her metabolism be slipping already? God that was a depressing thought.
Much less depressing was her metrics – her followers were still flying up, likes and comments from the last two days were nearly record highs. She couldn’t believe that these photos showing soft thighs and a dimpled ass were getting as much love as her normally banging bikini snaps.
She’d have no choice to embrace the body positivity approach, at least for a little while until she toned herself up again. Which she had no doubt she would. She was 19, hot, and driven. She’d be a perfect 10 again in no time.
But in the shower she couldn’t help wobbling her new thighs, and hefting her ass. Even her normally flat stomach seemed less taut. Leigh had never felt so down about hew own appearance.
Needing a self esteem pick me up, she texted Mason with an urgent booty call. Being worshiped by her man would make her feel a bit better, and besides, sex was great cardio.
She waited in just her dressing gown, and threw it open the moment Mason stepped through the door. The lust in his eyes was intense, and he swooped in to caress her perfect, teardrop shaped c-cups. He picked her up and she wrapped her naked legs around his torso as he carried her to bed. He lost his footing slightly, which was unusual, and plopped her down with a bang onto the bed, but the hot couple just laughed it off and continued their hasty exploration of each other’s bodies.
Leigh cried out in ecstasy as Mason had his way with her, holding one of her ankles in each hand, gyrating in a powerful rhythm. God they were a fit couple, Leigh loved to think about how perfect they must look together, all tight curves and muscles. All worries about her weight fluctuations were soon forgotten.
Or at least, by Leigh they were forgotten. Mason was starting to notice how much she’d changed over the last few days. He’d noticed she’d felt noticeably heavier when he carried her to bed, and from this vantage point above her he could see more of the changes. Her hips were wider, and her thighs had lost some tone. Even her stomach, normally flat as a washboard, had a tiny little roll with her folded like this. Mason was shocked how quickly the changes had affected Leigh’s lithe body, but the supposed it had had 10 years piled upon it in five days. He wasn’t deterred though; a tiny bit of extra padding didn’t make Leigh any less sexy. Well, maybe it did make her a little less sexy. But not enough to bother him. Moments later they both collapsed, totally satisfied.
After a few minutes of cuddling, Leigh decided she needed to take her next photo.
“Do you really have to do that babe?” Mason was concerned – the addiction showed no sigh of abating, and Leigh was only a photo away from her thirties.
“You know I do M, this is important to me. Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.” 15 minutes of selfies later, Leigh finally got a headshot where her bed-head looked just artsy enough. Given the results of the last two days, she’d decided to go for a headshot. No risk of flashing some cellulite this way…
“Leigh, babe, please. Just for me. Don’t post today.” But Leigh ignored him, and pressed Share.
#19 #brunette #bedhead #young #sexy #bootycall #cheeky *shocked emoji* *love heart emoji*
Then she hopped out of bed. “Right, I’m going to clean myself up and head out. I might still catch my afternoon lecture. You can see yourself out, right? Love you!”
The nude Leigh walked away, and Mason was drawn to her once mighty ass. It shimmered, then sort of…spread. Dropping down a bit. Her thighs filled out a smidge more, and her tight waist looked a bit softer from behind. Mason was agog. He’d literally just watched her age a couple of years. She was now 31 years old! In her thirties, and she had no idea.
Mason opened Insta on his own photo and went to Leigh’s account. Sure enough, the selfie was there, and looked at first glance exactly as it had when leigh had snapped in moments earlier. But on closer inspection, there were now tiny, hardly noticeable lines around her eyes and mouth. The glow of her skin had diminished, and her eyes looked tired with shadows beneath them. And her hair? Her luxurious black cascade of curls? Mason could see one obvious grey hair right in the middle. “Holy shit.” he whispered to himself. What had he done? Leigh was getting old – like actually old – and there was no sign of her giving up the social media addiction. He quickly got dressed and left in a hurry, hoping he wouldn’t be here when Leigh spotted her first grey herself and had a total meltdown.
Maybe the greys and those starter wrinkles would finally make her think twice about chasing the influencer dream? Mason could only hope. This was getting out of hand, and he didn’t have an end game.
Leigh sat in bed stunned, staring at her phone open mouthed at yesterday's picture. She had a grey hair. Clear as day, right in the middle of her head. “What the fuck is happening to me?” she exclaimed. Her first cellulite and her first grey hair within days of each other. It was every teenagers worst nightmare.
Even her skin looked worse, the new camera had picked up some fine lines around her eyes and across her forehead that she’d never noticed before. It must just be the insane resolution of this new camera. Wrinkles didn’t appear magically overnight after all. But that didn’t make Leigh feel any better. She felt out of shape and ugly. This must be what it felt like to be middle aged. God, she really did look like some washed up thirty year old. Gross.
On the bright side though, her follower numbers will still flying up. She’d clearly struck a chord with young(ish) women who struggled with their weight and early signs of aging. She’d be lying if she said that was the demographic she’d hoped to reach when she started flashing her perfect ass on social media, but you couldn’t lie with the metric. Plus, it was nice to get called “brave" by hundreds of women. She spent the morning researching Instagram trends and movements before posting another snap.
“Overwhelmed with the support from my fellow women for my snaps over the last few days. But you shouldn’t have to be ‘brave' to show your real self.” #bodypositive #youngandgrey #grombe #silversisters #realwomenhavecurves #cellulite #nofilter
The photo itself was a whole body affair of her in her favourite purple lingerie. She was mortified by how the bottoms cut into her hips. Her thighs looked huge, like tree trunks compared to their normal svelte shape. She even had a tiny pooch on her normally flat stomach. She’d always had curves but she’d never before carried any weight on her midriff. This was so demoralising. What had happened to her? In a matter of days, her tight figure had really started to look pear shaped. Leigh really had to work hard on her poses to make her body look shapely rather than frumpy, but she gave it her best shot.
Felling more nervous than ever, she hesitated before hitting share. Was she really ready to share this version of her body with the whole world? With the dimples and bulges and creases that she’d not even accepted as real herself yet? Into the Instagram world full of perfection? But she had no choice – her followers demanded content, and she was determined not to be deterred. She hit share.
Unbeknownst to her, her body synced up to 33 years old, and both her photo and her physical form changed rapidly. Dozens more greys popped up through her dark hair, the skin on her stomach and legs became noticeably uneven, and her knees and ankles swelled ever so slightly. Her upper half, up to now untouched by time, didn’t care so well this time. Tiny creases appeared between her breasts as the family creepy décolletage her aunt had always bemoaned spring into existence. He c-cups themselves swelled in their purple casing, growing heftier. And her toned young upper arms expanded into a doughier form. She was now firmly in her thirties, and not aging well. But she still didn’t have the foggiest idea what was happening to her as she dragged herself on a laboured run round the block.
“Positive body image" she muttered to herself as she ran, “positive body image". But her hashtags and mantras felt hollow. Leigh was losing “it", and she didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t ready to feel old and fat. She was 19 years old! She was a Instagram model right at the start of her career. Whatever was happening, it shouldn’t have been happening to her. And she was determined to ride it out.
Leigh bunker off uni the next say. Her calves were killing her from her run the day before (her slowest ever 5k, she’d deleted it from Strava in a huff), and she needed time to do some Insta research on the various sub-cultures she had unintentionally been forced to join over the last week. She’d spotted dozens of extra greys this morning, dozens. The stress of finding the first had clearly caused more to sprout up.
There was no escaping it, Leigh was going prematurely grey. She’d planned to dye it immediately of course, her dark hair had always been an important part of her personality, and she was mortified to see it slipping away before she’d even turned 20. But she drew solace from the hundreds of young women on insta using hashtags like #youngandgrey. Beautiful women, embracing their greys and growing them out, and looking fabulous while they did it. Leigh was genuinely inspired, and wondered if she too would suit the silver look.
Leigh wondered if maybe this was what being an influencer was really about. Not just looking hot and selling designer jeans’ for some corporation, but being a source of solace for people just like you. Showing women that they weren’t the only ones with some cottage cheese on their thighs, or some premature greys. That they weren’t alone.
Leigh could be an inspiration. And that was much more wholesome that being just another skinny model.
This chain of thought was broken when a package arrived for her – some complimentary jeans from a local designer. Delighted, Leigh began the fashion show.
20 minutes later, Mason let himself into Leigh’s dorm room, to see his “19” year old girlfriend wrestling with some jeans. They were stuck mid thigh, squashing folds of flesh upward to her chunky hips. Mason gasped in surprise.
Leigh looked up, red faced and flushed with embarrassment and frustration. “Oh shit, don’t you knock any more?” she snapped, mortified to have been caught in such a compromising position. “They must have sent the wrong size, I can't get any off them on.”
Mason was totally shocked. Leigh looked so out of shape, stuck as she was, belly folded over her chunky thighs. It had been, what, a week? She’d posted 7 photos since he’d given her Konrad’s new camara phone, so she’d have aged 14 years. That would make her 33. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, not even middle aged, but she was no longer “young”. She was his age now, and like so many women Mason had gone to school who were now in their thirties – she’d lost her youthful glow, was well on her way to losing her figure completely, and looked irredeemably past her best already. There was a reason Mason dated college girls, and it was precisely to avoid scenes like this! A major turn off.
Mason predictably did a terrible job of hiding his shock. Leigh bristled at his obvious display of revulsion, and gave up on the jeans, tossing them aside and standing there just in her pants and strappy top. “What’s the matter M? Don’t like what you see?” gesticulating to her loser chubbier body.
“No! No, it’s not that!” mason fumbled, unable to look away from his girlfriend’s new tree trunk thighs. She’d had such great legs only a week ago! What had he done…
“So what, I gain a little weight and a grey hair or two…” (it was more than a little weight, and more than a couple of greys) “…and you don’t want me anymore? Is that it? Is that why you don’t date women your own age, because you only like us young and perfect?
“Leigh, honey, I still want you. It’s just…” Mason decided it was now or never. “…don’t you think you’re embarrassing yourself with all this social media, Instagram bollocks? Posting pictures of your cellulite? I mean come on. Don’t you think you’re a little old to be flashing flesh to strangers? I mean you spend all of your time…”
“Old!” Leigh threw a pair of too-small jeans at him. “Old! I’m not OLD, I’m 19! And this isn’t about social media! It’s about you being shallow and misogynistic. You want me all to yourself, until I start to look a bit out of shape, then you’ll trade me in for a younger model at the first sign of cellulite?” She pinched her doughy thigh to underline her point, and sure enough, dimples burst into existence along her leg. “Or maybe you’ll wait until my boobs start to sag?” Leigh hefted her breasts up in each hand, clearly braless beneath her strappy top, and then let go.
Both mason and Leigh noticed the tear-dropped c-cups drop a little bit further down then they both remembered. Leigh paused her rant in shock. Were her fucking boobs saggy as well now? What the hell was happening to her body! “Get out!” she screamed “get out! If you don’t want me when I’m fat and saggy, you don’t deserve me when I’m hot! Get out.”
Mason panicked now. “Ok, fine, but give me that phone back.”
“NO! This was a gift you asshole, get out! Go!” she shoed him out of the dorm.
Fuelled by her fury, she immediately pulled her top off splayed out on her mattress surrounded by jeans that didn’t fit, and took a picture – and a damn good one too, emphasising all her new curves to perfection, with her black-grey hair splayed around her tired, but still good looking, face.
“Spent the morning trying on jeans that don’t fit and arguing with my boyfriend who can’t handle a real woman’s body. Our bodies change, and they are beautiful, and WE are beautiful.”
#realwomenhavecurves #grombe #youngandgrey #saggyboobsmatter #jeansdon’tfit #don’tcare #booytlicious #brunette #19 #realwoman
They she smashed share, unknowingly aged herself to 35, and got ready to head to class.
Leigh sat in the university library, law books open, wearing her biggest sweat pants and hoodie. She was trying to work, honestly she was, but she was too distracted. Too angry with Mason, too upset with how she looked, upset that her influencer dreams were in tatters.
Did she really post “saggy boobs matter” yesterday? Had it really come to that. She’d expected her breasts this morning in the shower and they did feel a bit limp, a bit floppy. A bit shit, like the rest of her suddenly pear-shaped body.
Her face was no better, the incipient fine lines around her eyes had multiplied and the bags had grown deeper. Combined with the greys which she’d lost count of, there was no denying it. Leigh looked old.
Or at least, older. Like one of those sad sack “mature students” who come back to uni in their mid-thirties after their lives didn’t turn out the way they wanted. Hanging around with teenagers to give their wayward lives meaning. Wearing uni-branded hoodies to fit in and simultaneously hide their middle aged spread. That was her life now, somehow.
She slammed her textbook and opened her phone. Surprisingly, the likes and new followers kept flooding in. In fact, she was more popular than ever.
Unfortunately, all the messages were from other women calling her “brave", and all the products she was being PM'd to promote were cellulite scrubs and hair dyes.
Leigh didn't want to be called “brave". She wanted to be called “sexy". And she wanted to get sent free lingerie rather than free underwired shape wear and diet supplements. Where was the glamour in those? Sure if she was in her thirties, it would have been fine to be a body-positive, age-positive roll model. But she was 19! How had she ended up old before her time?
Deeply uninspired to try and take a sexy shot today, she opted to take a snap of her “hard at work". Hood up to hide the greys, she arched her back and took a pic that showed off her cheekbones (she may be looking tired this week, but she was still hot god damn it).
#hardatwork #allnighter #smartwomen #nofilter #sexy #studyingagesyou #nomakeup
She was lying about the no makeup- she just hadn’t been able to make it work properly today. Her skin was all dried out. But her followers didn’t have to know that. She hit share.
The moment she did, her back seized up. “Ouch! Oh shit!” she shouted, only to be hushed by the librarian.
Bugger that hurt, she tried to stretch her aching spine out, her whole body suddenly felt stiffer than she could ever remember feeling. Perfect, she thought. Not only did she have to look old, she had to feel old too? This was the worst week ever.
Maybe she was coming down with something? She’d make an appointment when she got home.
Anyway, she took her back ache as proof that she’d spent too long in the library, and headed off the student bar instead, she needed a drink.
Leigh was hungover. This was bullshit , she never got hungover, at least not after a comparatively tame night out.
And had been a shit evening. Some of her mates hadn’t ever recognised her, and when they did said how tired she looked (rude). Plus, she’d had to buy all her own drinks. Normally a bit of light bar flirting would get her a few drinks here and there, but last night there had been nothing – not even a stiff of male attention. That had just spurred the slightly tipsy Leigh to try harder. She could vividly remember telling one hot guy “I’m an Instagram model you know”. Urgh. Cringe.
After a few beers it had been easy to forget she was all bloated and saggy at the moment , and so she’d tried and failed to use her feminine wiles to lure men in all evening.
She wasn’t an “Instagram model” anymore, she was a “Instagram body positivity activist”, and the later didn’t get anywhere near as many free drinks.
This must be how those mid-thirties mature students felt on nights out. Invisible. A whale lost in a sea of nubile young bodies.
She sat up in bed, her back still aching from whatever she’d done to it in the library yesterday. That was weird, she was never normally stiff in the mornings, and even if she’d twisted an ankle or something, it never normally bothered her the following day. She heaved herself upright and checked her phone.
She had a dozen missed calls and texts from Mason, which she ignored. She was still mad at him. It was OK for her to be annoyed at the state of her body, but not Mason. She’d needed his support, and he’d just made her feel worst about herself.
She had some new followers in Insta, but not that many. Turns out a selfie of a tired looking woman in a library doesn’t appeal to either the body positivity or beauty crowds. She’d never have posted such a dull photo a week ago, but that’s where she was now.
She also had a message from one of her fellow local Insta Models, reminding her that they had planned a photoshoot at the beach today. Leigh’s heart sank. They’d agreed to this shoot months ago, back when Leigh still had a teenager’s figure. Madi Bird was a big deal, locally at least, and she was *stunning*. Alabaster skin and dark red hair, svelte body, she had 100k+ followers and was Leigh’s role model for how to manage an Instagram persona. She’d been delighted when they agreed to do a joint shoot. But that was back when Leigh had a body to match Madi’s, which she sure as hell didn’t right now. Leigh would look like a walrus next to her now! But it was too late to pull out. She rummaged through her complimentary bikini collection and set out to the beach.
Leigh was standing around feeling really awkward. She’d squeezed into a string bikini (the only one she could get to fit…), but it felt so uncomfortable. Even at their loosest, the bottoms still cut into her doughy hips, giving her bulges she’d had to hide with a sarong, and the top didn’t offer enough support for her heavier, less perky chest, so she was wearing a t-shirt while she waited for Madi. She felt so self conscious. She normally spent so much time at the beach keeping her tan even, but even her skin looked paler than normal. And blotchier to boot.
She was just thinking about ghosting Madi and running away, when she saw the gorgeous redhead flagging her down. Leigh drew a sharp breath – this women was so beautiful, her figure perfect, her skin glowing. Her boobs huge and round, sitting high on her chest despite the flimsiest of bikini tops. Madi was coating her fair skin with sunscreen as she approached. It almost looked like she was walking in slow motion.
“Oh hi darling, I almost didn’t recognise you!” Madi embraced Leigh, and either by accident gave Leighs new low handles a good squish. In return, Leigh could only find immaculately toned flesh on her mentor/rival. “You look…”
“Tired, I know.” Leigh said with a scowl.
“I was going to say well darling; you look well! I’ve been so impressed with the body-pos posts you’ve done this week. So brave! Great for your metrics I bet?”
“Thanks, It sort of happened by accident. I’m not sure I like it…”
“Nonsense! It’s great for expanding your audience, and besides, we can’t be relying on our looks alone forever! There’s always somebody younger coming along to steal our mantles after all.” Leigh winced to think that technically, she should have been that “somebody younger” coming after Madi, who was perhaps 23-24 years old. She certainly didn’t feel like much of a threat to this goddess right now though. “Right, said Madi, “let’s get you out of those clothes and get our posing on. I brought a tripod!”
Very reluctantly, Leigh pulled off her t-shirt and sarong, and stood their in all her pear shaped glory. Next to Madi, she felt hideous. The sunlight ruthlessly highlighting all her new lumps and bumps. Her normally caramel skin looked terrible, bunching up around her joins a bit. This was not the smooth young body of a 19 year old who took care of herself.
Madi couldn’t hide her shock at just how old Leigh looked. Hadn’t this girl claimed to be 19? She must have been lying, and she must have been *great* with photoshop, because until this week, Madi had been crazy jealous of Leigh’s long legged, curvy beauty. She’d have killed to have Leigh’s ass, but now she could see that her derriere in person she could see that it was bigger, wider, and saggier that it had ever looked in the photos. Madi shuddered to thing of her own deft behind ever becoming that flabby. Her days as an model would be over, as she suspected Leigh’s were as soon as the bod-pos crazy died out. And strangely, Leigh looked really uncomfortable, as if she wasn’t used to being so, well, old and out of shape. But she must have been. This kind of change didn’t happen overnight…
Indeed, leigh did feel really uncomfortable. Away from the comforting embrace of her supportive Insta followers, here in the real world, next to a toned goddess, she felt every extra pound and every crease weighing on her.
“I shouldn’t be here, she said suddenly, picking her sarong back up. “I’m sorry, I’m really out of shape at the moment, I’ll just ruin your pics. Nobody wants to see my fat ass next to yours…”
“Nonsense! You’re beautiful, and besides, I want to get a to in with the positivity audience myself. If I can show I’m all about “real beauty” before I get wrinkles, then I’ll have an easy time joining in when my time comes!”
Leigh balked slightly at the wrinkle comment. She had fine lines, sure, and bags under her eyes from the stress of this week, but wrinkles? That was a bit much surely wasn’t it. Wasn’t it? Anyway, she put her sarong back down and joined Madi for some poses. It was good to be seen with a pillar of the local Insta community, even if the photos would be an unflattering comparison? Right?
They spent about an hour posing and getting pictures. Madi looking incredible, Leigh looking...well, less than incredible. She tried to copy Madi's best poses, but what worked perfectly for the redhead didn't seem to work at all for her. Gravity seemed to affect her differently, while Newtonian forces ignored Madi entirely. By the end of the session, Leigh's back ached, her feet were tired, and she'd never felt uglier. Every single part of her body had been photographed in direct comparison to a goddess. She couldn't blame the lighting, she couldn't even blame her bikini, there was no denying it. Leigh looked like a middle-aged women sadly pretending to be some hot lithe young thing, and instead just making a spectacle of herself.
She had to hold back the tears when Madi scrolled through the photo real to pick their best pic. They all looked equally terrible. Madi was keen on an over the shoulder shot, where her tight waist, pert ass, and ample perky side-boob we’re on display. Half a meter to the left, Leigh's shapeless waist (complete with rolls of back fat), wet bread ass, and droopy boobs sat as horrifying contrast. Leigh had never seen so much cellulite flaunted in public before, and it was on her own legs!
Resigned, she agreed to a shared post.
#sexy #young #beach #summer #bikini #bodypositivity #localhotties #cellulite #realwomen #normalizenormalbodies #instasisters #saggyboobdmatter
Leigh hit share, and was already making her excuses to get as far away from Madi and her perfect skin as possible. This had been a mistake. Seeing those photos had confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt how old her body now appeared. She had no idea how, but it was undeniable, and she'd have to stop this exhibitionist stuff. A tear dropped down the lines on her face.
Unknown to her, Leigh was now 39 years old and even saggier than she'd been when she arrived at the beach. But if she'd paid closer attention, she might have taken some solace I’m noticing a couple of tiny, almost invisible lines appear on Madi’s perfect skin, and one solitary divot phase into existence in her firm ass, as the sexy redhead slipped to the wrong side of 25 herself.
Later that evening, Mason heard a knock on his door. It was Leigh- she'd been crying, which didn't help her look any better given she'd aged another 6 years since their fight. Mason had been watching the results on her feet for the last few days with the horrified fascination of someone slowing down to watch a car crash.
“Leigh. Look, I'm so sorr...”
“You were right. Can I come in?” Leigh demanded and Mason beaconed her in. She stood at the end his bed and kept talking. “I thought you were being rude, but you were right. I'm too old for this Instagram shit. Or at least, by body is. I don't look good anymore. I look frumpy and tried and my back hurts, and my boobs are saggy, and I shouldn't be embarrassing myself on social media anymore. You were right.” While she was talking, Leigh had quickly removed all her clothes and stood at the end of Masons bed totally naked. She pinched her doughy hips, hefted her slightly droopy breasts, and jiggled her soft belly pooch.
Mason was stunned by the vision in front of him. It was Leigh, it was still her body. He recognised the tear-drop shape of her boobs, and proportions of her figure, but only just. It was like Leigh's body had been put in a microwave for just a few minutes too long and had started to melt. The firmness of her body, which they'd both taken for granted, had been replaced with a general softness. The sag of her boobs was so devastating to their overall appearance that Mason felt like he was witnessing the aftermath of a war crime. This was Leigh right on the edge of middle age, clinging to the last remnants of her youthful glow.
“so this is me, as I am. I'm still yours if you want me, though I can't imagine why you would. But first, I'm going to delete this fucking app, and give up on this influencer stuff. It's a girls game, and I'm a woman now, like it or not.” Leigh opened her phone, when into her Insta account and deleted her account.
A rush went through Leigh's body the moment she clicked delete, and everything started to change.
Leigh's C-cup breasts rose up her chest with a bounce, re-forming into their round, firm shape – like a time-lapse of fruit ripening. The softness of her stomach melted away as her waist tightened, as if sinched by an invisible corset. Her little love handles melted away, and the outline of abs replaced her pooch. The wrinkles on her face faded to fine lines, and then vanished entirely, as her jawline tightened, the bags under her eyes receded, and her eyes brightened. Her face was now stunningly radiant, and was framed by a cascade of dark curls as every single grey vanished and her mane regained it's lost lustre.
The saddlebags on Leigh's thighs vanished, sucked into the restored curve of her tight hips. Weight melted of her legs like magic, as her chunky pins re-forged themselves into slender, shapely stems. Leigh looked over her shoulder to see the cellulite vanish for her thighs, dimple by dimple, like dents popped out of a car hood. Her ass, such a sad sack of flesh when she'd stripped, re-inflated like two balloons in a pillowcase, until it stood out loud, round and proud. A firm, gravity defying peach. Her figure had shed its pear shaped, and returned to a tight, tiny waisted hourglass.
Last but not least, her skin brightened up. Her even than returning, blemishes vanishing, as her youthful glow was fully restored.
Leigh was 19 again, and looked absolutely incredible.
Mason looked on open mouthed and incredibly turned on.
“What the fuck!” exclaimed Leigh, delighted that her body had bounced back, but agog at the magical transformation she'd just experienced. Her back felt great, in fact all of her joints felt amazing. She was strong l, flexible and lithe again. She'd hardly noticed had stiff and achy she'd become over the last fortnight, but feeling young again was amazing in contrast.
“You're young again!” Mason grabbed her into an embrace, feeling her firm smooth skin beneath his fingers. She hugged him back for a moment, then pushed him away.
“Wait, what do you mean young again?”
Mason realised he'd perhaps said to much but decided to talk his way out of the hole. “I just mean, you looked all old, and now you're young again. Like magic, it's a miracle.”
“Yea, but why was I old in the first place? I just thought my metabolism has shifted, or my hormones or something, but you...you thought I was older? Did you know about this?” Leigh thought back on the last fortnight, as she'd gradually gotten older and fatter, ever since...ever since Mason gave her the new phone... “Oh my god. Did you do this to me?”
“Leigh, babe, I can explain...”
She slapped him hard across the face. “Oh my god! You did! You made me old and and fat! Why!”
“I didn't want to make you old! I just wanted you to be a bit more mature, so you'd give up on this ridiculous Instagram influencer bullshit so you'd spend more time with me!”
“Oh you bastard! You absolute bastard! You gave me cellulite you ass! How old was I!”
“Well, the camera and app aged you two years for every photo you Shared, so 20 years. You were 39...”
“Oh my god. I was nearly 40.” She slapped him again. “I could have been stuck like that! Stuck in a fucking MILFs body with no idea why! Oh Jesus, I shared photos of bloody grey hair to the world!”
“See what I mean? You're too old for all that nonsense, I was just showing you how vapid it is. Things only got out of hand because you wouldn't stop posting! I thought at the first sign of cellulite you'd stop.”
“I can't believe you'd victim blame me for magically aging me! I'm not too old for social media, I’m 19! I was only too old because you stole my bloody youth.” She grabbed her clothes and got dressed in a hurry. “We are done, done! I never want to see you again! And you are never seeing this body again. You are way too old for me anyway.” She stormed towards the door, “Good luck finding an ass like this again, and she slapped her once again magnificent derriere before slamming the door.
A few weeks later, Mason sat in a bar drinking a beer and sadly flicking through Leigh's Instagram photos. She'd reactivated her account shortly after they'd split (using her old, non quantum entangled phone), and started posting like crazy. Fitness videos, skin care regimes, all kinds if new stuff. She'd clearly been scared by how fat and haggard she'd become in her thirties, and was using her second chance to develop some good habits. Besides, she had some incredible before and after photos that showed amazing changes in an unbelievable short space of time. She had more than doubled her followers, and was getting more popular everyday. Mason looked at a before and after pic of her on the beach from the shoot with Madi the day before she'd got her youth back, and her today. She looked half the size, more toned, more vibrant. All in all, she looked twenty years younger...
#young #brunette #summer #sexy #binki #weightloss #skincare #bodypositivity #naturalhairdye #exercise #fitness #results #goodbyecellulite #defyinggravity
Here's a brand new story I've written, inspired and kindly commissioned by thetreerollins.
It's a slow burn, middle aged AP story - so my apologies for those of you who like your AP a little older -this probably won't be one for you. For me, the critical years between a woman's twenties and late thirties are the most interesting to write, as the first little signs of aging start to disturb a beautiful woman's looks.
It was commissioned to be a short, 3000 word story, but it got away from me a bit and ended up three times as long!
This was my first commission, and I quite enjoyed it. I'll be taking a little break but I'll probably be open to commissions again in the future. Let me know if you're interested.
And as always, I hope you enjoy the story! Drop a like if you do.
Ark
The Age of Social Media
Written by Ark, commissioned by thetreerollins
Mason Green sipped his beer, half watching the game, lost in thought.
His colleague from the phone factory, Konrad, pulled up the stool next to him. “Buddy, I gotta say, your girl is fineeee!” he slapped Mason on the back, and showed his phone. Instagram was open, and showed Mason's girlfriends account.
Leigh was undeniably stunning. Only 19 years old, in her latest photo she was stretched out across the base of a fountain, flashing her smooth shapely legs and tossing back her cascade of long dark curls. At 5’4, she was quite curvy for her petit frame, but every inch of her was flawlessly tight and toned.
The photo was adorned, as always, with a vapid comment and an inane selection of hashtags.
Seizing the day and living my best life! #summer #brunette #me #liveyourlife #hot #tanned #legs #booty #girl #sexy
Mason sighed, and swigged his drink.
Konrad read the room. “Hey, what’s wrong buddy? Having a hot 19 year old girlfriend not everything dreamed? Trouble in paradise?”
“It’s just this social media crap. She’s obsessed. Everyday without fail she's posting some exhibitionist photo with these bloody hashtags. She’s fixated on becoming an influencer, hung up on her metrics – followers and likes and everything. It’s maddening.”
“No time for you, huh?”
“Yea, but it’s not just that. She’s a law major at college, she’s smart! But now she’s just totally addicted to Instagram, she’s neglecting her studies as well as me, convinced she can make a living off this nonsense.”
“Well, can she? There is money in being an influencer, and like I said, she is fineeee. I’d buy whatever she’s selling, if you know what I mean?”
Mason slapped his mate round the back of the head. “Well sure, she’s making some money already. And companies keep sending her stuff to review, swimsuits and make up and all kindsa stuff. But how long can this last? She’s not going to be Instagram famous in her 40s. I don’t want her to waste her life.”
“Plus, you wanna get laid, right? No time for candle lit evenings when she’s teaching herself photoshop?” Konrad raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Mason was resigned. “Yes, I want to get laid.”
“Ha!” Konrad leaned in and started whispering in a conspiratorial manner. “Well, buddy, you know, I might have something that can help.”
Mason ordered a round of beers. “You have my attention.”
“So, you know at work, there was that accounting ‘error’, and R&D get’s like 10x the funding it needs?” Mason nodded. “So yea, things down in the basement have gotten weird. Like, really weird. They’re hiring tech geniuses from all over, on seven figure salaries, poaching from everywhere you can think of. It’s some proper mad scientist shit down there now, I’m miles out of my depth. You know what I mean?”
“How’s that going to help with Leigh?”
“Well, you gave me an idea. She won’t want to be flashing so much flesh when she’s 40? Right? Influencing is a young girls game. What is she was a little older?”
“Older? What are you on about?” Mason had no idea where this was heading.
Konrad rummaged around in his rucksack and produced a new looking smart phone. “So this is a prototype of one of the G8s. The camara is state of the art, and it’s interlinked with Instagram with some kind of quantum… temporal… thing. I don’t know how it works, like I said, I’m out of my depth and they’ve gone all twilight zone on us. Long story short, give this phone to your Mrs, and she’ll age a couple of years each time she posts to Instagram.”
“She’ll…age? Like her photos will age, like a FaceApp filter? That’s not that revolutionary.”
But Konrad was shaking his head. “No no man, well, yes, but it’s way more than that. When she clicks “post”, her photo will age two years - BUT - she will age two years as well in real life. She’ll sync up, and age to match the photo yo. It’s trippy shit.”
This couldn’t be real, Konrad was clearly messing with him. “Why, Konrad, would anyone want a phone app that makes you look older?”
“It doesn’t make her look older – it makes her older for real! The tech guys are messing with quantum entanglement to make an app that would make you younger – like some real fountain of youth shit. But, you know, you gotta break some eggs to make an omelette, and they ended up making something that did the exact opposite. They’re still working on it, but for now, their loss, your gain.”
Mason took the phone. He had zero faith that this would actually work. “So say this does work. Why would I want to make my smoking hot girlfriend older? If I wanted to date women my own age, I would.”
“You want her to quit Instagram?” Mason nodded. “Then perhaps a little bit of maturity will do the trick?”
Unconvinced, but curious, Mason took the phone home with him
Leigh excitedly opened this phone box, and gave Mason a huge hug. “This is amazing! Thank you!” she kissed him passionately with her full, young lips. “I can’t believe it! The G8 isn’t even supposed to be out yet, and you said you couldn’t get freebies from work? I didn’t think you even liked me focusing in my social media presence?” Mason was always moaning that Leigh spent too much time getting the perfect picture and researching the tending hashtags. This new phone was totally out of the blue.
“Anything for you babe. I know this is important to you, he smiled his handsome smile. (Inside, he was grimacing and hoping Konrad's plan worked, and that this new phone didn’t just make the whole social media thing worse!)
“The camera on this is supposed to be amazing! I’ve got to set everything up and give it a go.”
After a few painful minutes of remembering passwords and entering settings, Leigh was ready to give her new toy a try. She pulled off her hoodie and started posing in just her sports bra and leggings. She didn't like to think of herself as vain, but Leigh was hot and she knew it. Any residual teenage insecurity she might have been hanging onto had been eroded away by the constant barrage off validation her burgeoning Instagram followers showed her with every day. She was curvy in the hips and ass, tight in the waist, wielded sleek had legs, and had superb tear-drop C cup breasts in her arsenal. Her skin flaunted an even bronze tan that she dutifully maintained in long tanning sessions. Her USP in the Instagram world though was her pretty, dark features. Everyone in her family said she got her long dark curly hair from her mother, but given her mom had been going grey since her thirties, Leigh didn’t see the comparison. Big brown eyes, soft facial features, and a Victoria’s Secret jawline, rounded her off so that overall she combined the stunning face of a “real” model and the voluptuous yet fit, girl-next-door, body of on Instagram girl.
She took a few practices poses, angling her face correctly in the light and the thrusting out her chest (just so subtly that it would make a difference to her already flawless figure without being obvious that she was trying). She snapped a couple of pics, and was amazed at how good the camera was. “Jesus, the auto-focus on this think is amazzzing. Her, Mace, take a pic of me side on.”
Mason reluctantly obliged – playing photographer was part of his life now. Under Leigh's instruction, he’d gotten pretty good – if he did say so himself.
After an interminable number of photos, Leigh took the phone back and started the painful process of picking the right photo for her daily post. Her ass looked amazing in these leggings side on she decided. “All those squats are really paying off, don’t you think? This is the pic.”
Mason, who’d typically lost interest by this point, perked up, and watched his 19 year old sexpot girlfriend as she typed out her hashtags.
#newphone #bestBFever #brunette #me #liveyourlife #hot #tanned #legs #booty #girl #sexy #ass #peach #leggings #smoulder #19
Then she hit “Share".
Mason might have been imagining it, but Leigh kinda shimmered for a fraction of a second. Could this actually have worked? She didn’t look noticeably different. But on second glance, maybe something was slightly different. Her jawline looked slightly more defined perhaps, like the last of her baby fat had melted away. It could just have been Mason’s wishful thinking, but Leigh had a slightly more adult sensuality about her. It seemed to him that Leigh was even more breath-taking than normal.
Leigh herself hadn’t felt anything. She checked her Insta profile to make sure the photo had uploaded properly, as she always did out of habit. She nodded approvingly. “The camera on this phone is great! I look really sophisticated in this one, don’t you think?” She hadn’t noticed when screening the pics, but know that the pic was posted it was clear the new camera really heightened the contract and shapes of her face in a really pleasing manner. She was sure her followers would love this one – she looked classy. Sort of… mature.
The next day, Leigh had a regular day at college, completely unaware that she now had the body of a 21 year old rather. She just looked like a senior rather than a freshman, and not even her friends would have noticed the difference. Her photo from the day before had done well on Insta, her followers were digging the high rez camara and her sultry new look, so she was buzzing. She snapped another pic, this time of her posing in front of the campus bookshop:
#young #blonde #collegegirl #gunnabealawyerifmodellingdoesn’tworkout #butitwill #brunette #19 #sexy #smart #fountain
Hit share, then unknowingly aged to 23 without batting an eyelid.
The following day, Leigh went about her normal routine at college. First thing in the morning, she checked all her Insta metrics. As expected, her sexy pics from the last two days, had gone down a storm. Nearly 2000 likes, and 200 new followers! A bumper day. This new camara was worth every penny that she assumed Mason had paid for it. She was approaching 50k followers – which would be a big threshold for her. With 200 extra followers a day, she’d be there within the week!
She skimmed through the comments section.
“Beautiful!”
“Stunning!”
“I could bounce pennies off that ass <3”
All par for the course for Leigh. A great way to start the day, basking in the adoration of her followers. She’d also gotten an offer from a local clothing company, offering her some free samples bikinis and leggings if she’d feature them on her feed. She gladly excepted and sent them her address and measurements.
Enthused, she hopped out of bed, and stretched out her nude “19 “ year old body. Unbeknownst to her, she was now actually 23 years old, but four years had had no real affect on the radient perfection of her figure. If anything, she looked better than ever. She rubbed her hands down her svelte sides to her hips and gave them a little shake. She glanced over at her ass, popping her heel to really accentuate her booty. “Like two soccer balls in a pillowcase”. Satisfied she looked as great as she felt, Leigh slipped into her gym gear and went out for her morning run. She smashed 2k in record time, shocking herself by how powerful she felt. “All that hard work is paying off,” she whispered to herself.
In the shower, she spent a good few minutes lathering up her perky boobs with moisturiser, something her aunt Mable had encouraged her to do in the fight against the “family crinkled décolletage”, which her busty aunt always claimed had wrecked her wrack at too young an age. Not that leigh had anything to worry about in that regard. She snapped a quick photo, topless apart from shower suds just barely covering her nipples, and sent it to Mason. She liked to tease him that she’d share nudes on social media one day to boost her following, but she had no intention of doing so. The world could see her almost nude, but she’d keep the pièce de résistance for Mason alone. She knew sending him a nude would drive him wild all day. Knowing he was thinking about her body all day really turned her on, and she’d be waiting for him later than night.
In the meantime, she wrapped herself a towel, sorted out her hair, and took her Insta photo for the day. Looking up at the camara, she gave a tantalising glimpse of her perky moisturised cleavage, her smooth shoulders, and her flawless face.
#2krecordtime #smashedit #morningshower #fitness #newphone #brunette #me #hot #booty #girl #sexy #ass #peach #shower #19 #towel
The second she hit Share, she could have sworn she felt a shock go through her, like a tiny shiver. She shook it off and though nothing of it though.
Checking the photo as it appeared on her feed, she frowned ever so slightly. Clearly the angle hadn’t been as great as she thought, her jawline looked a bit off, a tiny bit softer and less defined. Still, her boobs and hair looked great, so it would do.
She hurriedly dressed and dashed to class, where she ignored most of lectures to watch those sweet likes come flooding in.
Later that day, as expected, Mason tuned up at Leigh’s dorm room. He’d brought chocolates and flowers – a tell tale sign that he was horny. After a bit of heavy petting in front of Netflix, she led him to bed.
She straddled him, slowly taking off her t-shirt to reveal her unfettered breasts. She rarely wore a bra inside the house, there was no need, as gravity had no power over her perfect c-cups. She let Mason bite them, squeling in enjoyment. She loved being with an older man, it made her feel powerful, desirable. She could tell how much he lusted after her body with every caress. She could hadly blame him – the women his own age were all in their thirties now, battling bingo wings and cellulite, or whatever middle aged women worried about. Who could blame any red-blooded man for wanting her tight body over theirs? Leigh felt truly sexually appreciated when she was with Mason, much more so then when she’s been with boys her own age who’d never had to see a saggy boob in their lives, and thus didn’t worship her gravity defying orbs with the awe they deserved.
The couple ripped off the rest of their clothes, and got down to business, and Leigh set her mind to rocking his world like she always did.
Mason was in dreamland. This was why he hated Leigh’s social media obsession – too many evening scrolling mindlessly through Influencer’s feeds for photo inspiration, not enough time knocking boots. Leigh’s body was fucking perfect, a total 10/10, hotter than any woman he’d been with before. He grabbed her hips, as she rode him reverse-cowgirl style.
Only as an afterthought did he notice those hips were a tiny bit softer than normal. He tried to ignore the waves of ecstasy – easier said than done -and focus on Leigh’s body. She’d now posted three photos, which would mean her body was now 25. He’d hardly noticed any changes during the evening, and Leigh clearly hadn’t noticed anything herself, but now, with her totally naked and on top of him, Mason thought her body seemed almost imperceptibly softer. His fingers roamed, as innocently as he could manage. Her hips did have a little bit more give than he was used to her, and her normally toned thighs were a smidge more yielding to his fingers. It was hardly anything, but Leigh had gained some weight. Not much, but certainly some. Mason was quickly driven back to distraction – nothing had changed with leigh’s stamina, and her ass was still totally magnificent.
Afterwards, Leigh dosed off, and Mason inspected her sleeping face in the half-darkness. She did look a little different, more mature, more womanly and less girlish. She was still unbelievably hot – but she was definitely a woman in her twenties now, not a teenage freshman.
Mason suddenly felt a little bit worried. This magic – sorry, quantum – phone was clearly working. He better hope she’d get turned off social media soon, he’d never intended her to get old. The whole point was he wanted more sex with a 10/10 hottie, not less. He dozed off himself, quickly forgetting his concern.
The following day, a package arrived for Leigh containing the Bikini’s shed been sent by the local fashion designer. There were dozens, so she bunked off her criminal law lecture to try them all on and find the perfect pic for her feed.
Leigh loved days like this – free designer clothes for her to try on sent right to her door. She normally kept the ones she liked and sold the others to friends or on eBay. All part of the influencer sider hustle.
She slipped in and out of the skimpy garments, taking dozens of photos – even using a tripod to get the full body look. No point having these sexy pins if she didn’t flaunt them, right?
Disappointingly though, some of the bikini’s weren’t particularly flattering. A few were clearly miss sized as they cut into her hips, and one or two made her thighs look a bit chunkier than the svelte teenager was used to. She cast them aside into the sell pile – a shame, this designer was normally pretty great. Some of the others were suitably flattering though, so she took her photos and started browsing through for the pic of the day.
She settled on a sleek dark orange set that complimented her tan, and opted for a cross legged, side-on pose -that showed the best of what the bikini, and her body, had to offer.
#bikini #hot #brunette #swimwear #buylocal #sexy #curves #legs #orangebikini
As soon as she hit share, she felt that strange shiver again. Must just be the thrill of posting – every photo got her closer to Instagram fame after all.
But when she checked the photo on her feed she gasped. “What the hell?” Her thigh was dimpled in the photo. Cellulite. Nothing major, but a clear couple of dimples. She could have sworn they weren’t there when she selected the photo. She’d never have posted it otherwise. More importantly – Leigh did not have cellulite. She was 19! And she was hot! This couldn’t be happening.
She dashed to her full length mirror and checked out her ass. To her relief, it was still pert, full and flawless. Peachy as ever. Her thighs however did look different, a bit wider, a bit softer. And crucially, less smooth. She pinched her thigh and silently screamed as the yielding flesh dimpled around her fingers. It was true! She had cellulite.
Panicking, she sat back on her bed and crossed her legs. True enough, her upper leg took on the appearance of cottage cheese as soon as she applied some pressure. Leigh was horrified. How had this happened? She was 19 and in great shape. She was in great shape, right?
She started probing her body for other changes. Was her stomach a bit softer? Her upper arms wider? It was hard to tell. Probably not? But her legs certainly looked a bit chunkier than they should.
She quickly grabbed her phone and went to delete the photo from her Instagram feed. However, to her surprise, she already had some likes. A lot of likes actually, and some comments from her female followers.
“So brave! Real women have curves”
“You’re my hero! #normalisecellulite”
“Gorgeous as always! #womenempoweringwomen”
Leigh paused. This could actually be good for her metrics. Sure, she was going down the fashion side of influencing, which normally required physical perfection at all time, but plenty of Instagram models did some body-positivity stuff. It normalised them, and made their beauty more authentic. And judging by her likes, it was working a charm. She decided she’d keep the pic up, and pretend the orange peel thigh hadn’t been a shock. She edited her hashtags to add.
#cellulite #dimples #embreaceingmyflaws #realwomen #bodypositivity
But inside, she was really unsettled by how alien her legs looked. She’d never felt betrayed by her body like this before. Tomorrow, she’d hit the gym and tone these babies back up to perfection.
The next day, Leigh sprang out of bed, determined to smash her aerobics session and whip her body back into shape. She was cross with herself for letting it come to this, she’d clearly become a bit complacent in her fitness regime. Although, her soft thighs had really crept up on her, she could have sworn her legs had looked perfectly toned until yesterday.
She pulled on some leggings and a gym top, stubbornly ignoring her reflection, and dashed over to catch the 8am class she’d hurriedly booked herself onto. She’d done this class a few times already this semester, it was intense but nothing she couldn’t handle.
10 minutes into the session and Leigh felt great. Full of youthful determination and energy, she stretched the high kicks and nailed the star jumps.
20 minutes in, and she was covered in sweat. Had they forgotten to turn the AC on? It was boiling in here.
30 minutes in, and Leigh was really struggling. She’d had to abandon the planking after only a few seconds, the squats had been agony and now they were pounding out crunches. Leigh was miles off the pace, and was distressed to see her normally flat stomach forming little rolls with each laboured rep.
She looked around, hoping to see the others struggling, but alas, the rest of the class of student women looked fine, most of them had barely broken a sweat. What was wrong with her?
Leigh glanced up at the big mirror in front of the class, and did a double take at her sweaty, red face, tights digging into her hips and making her look just a smidge heavy. All the other girls looked stunning, like models. To Leigh they looked so perfect, so...young? Had they always looked so fresh faced and dewy? She was the same age, only a freshman. Why did she seem to look like the only adult in the room today? And a slightly out of shape adult at that.
She tried to focus and give her all the rest of the session. By the end, she’d have made a pact with the devil himself for the torment to be over. That had been the toughest session of her life.
In the changing room, Leigh felt unusually self-conscious. Just a couple of days ago she’d have bet on her body to hold it’s own against any other girl on campus, but yesterdays cellulite revelation and today’s laboured performance in class had her feeling shy. A blonde walked past towards the showers, totally naked and so radiant Leigh couldn’t look away. The blonde’s ass was a pert, flawlessly smooth peach, sitting above two sleek toned thighs that goose-pimpled slightly in the open air. 10/10. Leigh used to have a body like that, she though to herself.
What was she saying. She still did have a body like that! One bad photo and a tough gym session didn’t make her passed it. And hadn’t used #bodypositivity only yesterday. She confidently stripped off her sweaty kit. Her ass could take that blondes any day of the week...
She took an risqué, over the shoulder ass shot (strategically avoiding her treacherous thighs for now) for Instragram. She quickly checked the pic – her ass did indeed look bootilicious, there was a hint of her ample side boob, and while her face was still flushed – post work out selfies always tested well. She hit Share, then confidently strode away towards the shower, head held high and hips swaying.
#young #sexy #confident #curvy #bodypositivity #squats #workhardplayhard #gymbuny #sideboob #asstastic #brunette peach emoji
Leigh couldn’t see the view of course. Her ass still did look magnificent, but sitting above those dimpled thighs and incipient bulges at her hips, her bum instantly developed a doughy texture and a subtle sag. Her sassy, confident walk caused her rear to slosh about a bit, warping its shape with every step. Nothing major, nothing obscene, but the overall effect lacked the overt wow factor of the svelte blonde who’d walked by seconds before. Leigh’s rear view was hot, sure, but it was no longer perfect.
Unbeknownst to her, she now had the body of a 29 year old woman, teetering on the edge of her prime
The following morning, Leigh ached all over. Her back, her hamstrings, her core – all of it ached. She’d had tough gym sessions before, but she’s never felt this stiff the morning after. Hell, she’d never felt stiff the morning after at all.
Grumpy after a demoralising couple of days, she bunked off class and stayed in bed till noon. Her mood wasn’t improved when she checked Instagram. Her photo from the day before looked wayyy less flattering than she’d imagined. The angle gave her a little double chin, and her ass looked enormous – or last bigger than she’d have liked, and the cottage cheese from her thighs had clearly migrated onto her buns.
How did this keep happening? She’d have sworn the photo looked better than this before she hit share. More importantly, she knew she looked better than these photos would have someone believe. Or at least, she’d looked better than this a few days ago.
Leigh probed her aching body beneath the bedsheets. There was no denying it – she’d gained weight, and it wasn’t sitting on her 19 year old body the way it used to. Could her metabolism be slipping already? God that was a depressing thought.
Much less depressing was her metrics – her followers were still flying up, likes and comments from the last two days were nearly record highs. She couldn’t believe that these photos showing soft thighs and a dimpled ass were getting as much love as her normally banging bikini snaps.
She’d have no choice to embrace the body positivity approach, at least for a little while until she toned herself up again. Which she had no doubt she would. She was 19, hot, and driven. She’d be a perfect 10 again in no time.
But in the shower she couldn’t help wobbling her new thighs, and hefting her ass. Even her normally flat stomach seemed less taut. Leigh had never felt so down about hew own appearance.
Needing a self esteem pick me up, she texted Mason with an urgent booty call. Being worshiped by her man would make her feel a bit better, and besides, sex was great cardio.
She waited in just her dressing gown, and threw it open the moment Mason stepped through the door. The lust in his eyes was intense, and he swooped in to caress her perfect, teardrop shaped c-cups. He picked her up and she wrapped her naked legs around his torso as he carried her to bed. He lost his footing slightly, which was unusual, and plopped her down with a bang onto the bed, but the hot couple just laughed it off and continued their hasty exploration of each other’s bodies.
Leigh cried out in ecstasy as Mason had his way with her, holding one of her ankles in each hand, gyrating in a powerful rhythm. God they were a fit couple, Leigh loved to think about how perfect they must look together, all tight curves and muscles. All worries about her weight fluctuations were soon forgotten.
Or at least, by Leigh they were forgotten. Mason was starting to notice how much she’d changed over the last few days. He’d noticed she’d felt noticeably heavier when he carried her to bed, and from this vantage point above her he could see more of the changes. Her hips were wider, and her thighs had lost some tone. Even her stomach, normally flat as a washboard, had a tiny little roll with her folded like this. Mason was shocked how quickly the changes had affected Leigh’s lithe body, but the supposed it had had 10 years piled upon it in five days. He wasn’t deterred though; a tiny bit of extra padding didn’t make Leigh any less sexy. Well, maybe it did make her a little less sexy. But not enough to bother him. Moments later they both collapsed, totally satisfied.
After a few minutes of cuddling, Leigh decided she needed to take her next photo.
“Do you really have to do that babe?” Mason was concerned – the addiction showed no sigh of abating, and Leigh was only a photo away from her thirties.
“You know I do M, this is important to me. Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.” 15 minutes of selfies later, Leigh finally got a headshot where her bed-head looked just artsy enough. Given the results of the last two days, she’d decided to go for a headshot. No risk of flashing some cellulite this way…
“Leigh, babe, please. Just for me. Don’t post today.” But Leigh ignored him, and pressed Share.
#19 #brunette #bedhead #young #sexy #bootycall #cheeky *shocked emoji* *love heart emoji*
Then she hopped out of bed. “Right, I’m going to clean myself up and head out. I might still catch my afternoon lecture. You can see yourself out, right? Love you!”
The nude Leigh walked away, and Mason was drawn to her once mighty ass. It shimmered, then sort of…spread. Dropping down a bit. Her thighs filled out a smidge more, and her tight waist looked a bit softer from behind. Mason was agog. He’d literally just watched her age a couple of years. She was now 31 years old! In her thirties, and she had no idea.
Mason opened Insta on his own photo and went to Leigh’s account. Sure enough, the selfie was there, and looked at first glance exactly as it had when leigh had snapped in moments earlier. But on closer inspection, there were now tiny, hardly noticeable lines around her eyes and mouth. The glow of her skin had diminished, and her eyes looked tired with shadows beneath them. And her hair? Her luxurious black cascade of curls? Mason could see one obvious grey hair right in the middle. “Holy shit.” he whispered to himself. What had he done? Leigh was getting old – like actually old – and there was no sign of her giving up the social media addiction. He quickly got dressed and left in a hurry, hoping he wouldn’t be here when Leigh spotted her first grey herself and had a total meltdown.
Maybe the greys and those starter wrinkles would finally make her think twice about chasing the influencer dream? Mason could only hope. This was getting out of hand, and he didn’t have an end game.
Leigh sat in bed stunned, staring at her phone open mouthed at yesterday's picture. She had a grey hair. Clear as day, right in the middle of her head. “What the fuck is happening to me?” she exclaimed. Her first cellulite and her first grey hair within days of each other. It was every teenagers worst nightmare.
Even her skin looked worse, the new camera had picked up some fine lines around her eyes and across her forehead that she’d never noticed before. It must just be the insane resolution of this new camera. Wrinkles didn’t appear magically overnight after all. But that didn’t make Leigh feel any better. She felt out of shape and ugly. This must be what it felt like to be middle aged. God, she really did look like some washed up thirty year old. Gross.
On the bright side though, her follower numbers will still flying up. She’d clearly struck a chord with young(ish) women who struggled with their weight and early signs of aging. She’d be lying if she said that was the demographic she’d hoped to reach when she started flashing her perfect ass on social media, but you couldn’t lie with the metric. Plus, it was nice to get called “brave" by hundreds of women. She spent the morning researching Instagram trends and movements before posting another snap.
“Overwhelmed with the support from my fellow women for my snaps over the last few days. But you shouldn’t have to be ‘brave' to show your real self.” #bodypositive #youngandgrey #grombe #silversisters #realwomenhavecurves #cellulite #nofilter
The photo itself was a whole body affair of her in her favourite purple lingerie. She was mortified by how the bottoms cut into her hips. Her thighs looked huge, like tree trunks compared to their normal svelte shape. She even had a tiny pooch on her normally flat stomach. She’d always had curves but she’d never before carried any weight on her midriff. This was so demoralising. What had happened to her? In a matter of days, her tight figure had really started to look pear shaped. Leigh really had to work hard on her poses to make her body look shapely rather than frumpy, but she gave it her best shot.
Felling more nervous than ever, she hesitated before hitting share. Was she really ready to share this version of her body with the whole world? With the dimples and bulges and creases that she’d not even accepted as real herself yet? Into the Instagram world full of perfection? But she had no choice – her followers demanded content, and she was determined not to be deterred. She hit share.
Unbeknownst to her, her body synced up to 33 years old, and both her photo and her physical form changed rapidly. Dozens more greys popped up through her dark hair, the skin on her stomach and legs became noticeably uneven, and her knees and ankles swelled ever so slightly. Her upper half, up to now untouched by time, didn’t care so well this time. Tiny creases appeared between her breasts as the family creepy décolletage her aunt had always bemoaned spring into existence. He c-cups themselves swelled in their purple casing, growing heftier. And her toned young upper arms expanded into a doughier form. She was now firmly in her thirties, and not aging well. But she still didn’t have the foggiest idea what was happening to her as she dragged herself on a laboured run round the block.
“Positive body image" she muttered to herself as she ran, “positive body image". But her hashtags and mantras felt hollow. Leigh was losing “it", and she didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t ready to feel old and fat. She was 19 years old! She was a Instagram model right at the start of her career. Whatever was happening, it shouldn’t have been happening to her. And she was determined to ride it out.
Leigh bunker off uni the next say. Her calves were killing her from her run the day before (her slowest ever 5k, she’d deleted it from Strava in a huff), and she needed time to do some Insta research on the various sub-cultures she had unintentionally been forced to join over the last week. She’d spotted dozens of extra greys this morning, dozens. The stress of finding the first had clearly caused more to sprout up.
There was no escaping it, Leigh was going prematurely grey. She’d planned to dye it immediately of course, her dark hair had always been an important part of her personality, and she was mortified to see it slipping away before she’d even turned 20. But she drew solace from the hundreds of young women on insta using hashtags like #youngandgrey. Beautiful women, embracing their greys and growing them out, and looking fabulous while they did it. Leigh was genuinely inspired, and wondered if she too would suit the silver look.
Leigh wondered if maybe this was what being an influencer was really about. Not just looking hot and selling designer jeans’ for some corporation, but being a source of solace for people just like you. Showing women that they weren’t the only ones with some cottage cheese on their thighs, or some premature greys. That they weren’t alone.
Leigh could be an inspiration. And that was much more wholesome that being just another skinny model.
This chain of thought was broken when a package arrived for her – some complimentary jeans from a local designer. Delighted, Leigh began the fashion show.
20 minutes later, Mason let himself into Leigh’s dorm room, to see his “19” year old girlfriend wrestling with some jeans. They were stuck mid thigh, squashing folds of flesh upward to her chunky hips. Mason gasped in surprise.
Leigh looked up, red faced and flushed with embarrassment and frustration. “Oh shit, don’t you knock any more?” she snapped, mortified to have been caught in such a compromising position. “They must have sent the wrong size, I can't get any off them on.”
Mason was totally shocked. Leigh looked so out of shape, stuck as she was, belly folded over her chunky thighs. It had been, what, a week? She’d posted 7 photos since he’d given her Konrad’s new camara phone, so she’d have aged 14 years. That would make her 33. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, not even middle aged, but she was no longer “young”. She was his age now, and like so many women Mason had gone to school who were now in their thirties – she’d lost her youthful glow, was well on her way to losing her figure completely, and looked irredeemably past her best already. There was a reason Mason dated college girls, and it was precisely to avoid scenes like this! A major turn off.
Mason predictably did a terrible job of hiding his shock. Leigh bristled at his obvious display of revulsion, and gave up on the jeans, tossing them aside and standing there just in her pants and strappy top. “What’s the matter M? Don’t like what you see?” gesticulating to her loser chubbier body.
“No! No, it’s not that!” mason fumbled, unable to look away from his girlfriend’s new tree trunk thighs. She’d had such great legs only a week ago! What had he done…
“So what, I gain a little weight and a grey hair or two…” (it was more than a little weight, and more than a couple of greys) “…and you don’t want me anymore? Is that it? Is that why you don’t date women your own age, because you only like us young and perfect?
“Leigh, honey, I still want you. It’s just…” Mason decided it was now or never. “…don’t you think you’re embarrassing yourself with all this social media, Instagram bollocks? Posting pictures of your cellulite? I mean come on. Don’t you think you’re a little old to be flashing flesh to strangers? I mean you spend all of your time…”
“Old!” Leigh threw a pair of too-small jeans at him. “Old! I’m not OLD, I’m 19! And this isn’t about social media! It’s about you being shallow and misogynistic. You want me all to yourself, until I start to look a bit out of shape, then you’ll trade me in for a younger model at the first sign of cellulite?” She pinched her doughy thigh to underline her point, and sure enough, dimples burst into existence along her leg. “Or maybe you’ll wait until my boobs start to sag?” Leigh hefted her breasts up in each hand, clearly braless beneath her strappy top, and then let go.
Both mason and Leigh noticed the tear-dropped c-cups drop a little bit further down then they both remembered. Leigh paused her rant in shock. Were her fucking boobs saggy as well now? What the hell was happening to her body! “Get out!” she screamed “get out! If you don’t want me when I’m fat and saggy, you don’t deserve me when I’m hot! Get out.”
Mason panicked now. “Ok, fine, but give me that phone back.”
“NO! This was a gift you asshole, get out! Go!” she shoed him out of the dorm.
Fuelled by her fury, she immediately pulled her top off splayed out on her mattress surrounded by jeans that didn’t fit, and took a picture – and a damn good one too, emphasising all her new curves to perfection, with her black-grey hair splayed around her tired, but still good looking, face.
“Spent the morning trying on jeans that don’t fit and arguing with my boyfriend who can’t handle a real woman’s body. Our bodies change, and they are beautiful, and WE are beautiful.”
#realwomenhavecurves #grombe #youngandgrey #saggyboobsmatter #jeansdon’tfit #don’tcare #booytlicious #brunette #19 #realwoman
They she smashed share, unknowingly aged herself to 35, and got ready to head to class.
Leigh sat in the university library, law books open, wearing her biggest sweat pants and hoodie. She was trying to work, honestly she was, but she was too distracted. Too angry with Mason, too upset with how she looked, upset that her influencer dreams were in tatters.
Did she really post “saggy boobs matter” yesterday? Had it really come to that. She’d expected her breasts this morning in the shower and they did feel a bit limp, a bit floppy. A bit shit, like the rest of her suddenly pear-shaped body.
Her face was no better, the incipient fine lines around her eyes had multiplied and the bags had grown deeper. Combined with the greys which she’d lost count of, there was no denying it. Leigh looked old.
Or at least, older. Like one of those sad sack “mature students” who come back to uni in their mid-thirties after their lives didn’t turn out the way they wanted. Hanging around with teenagers to give their wayward lives meaning. Wearing uni-branded hoodies to fit in and simultaneously hide their middle aged spread. That was her life now, somehow.
She slammed her textbook and opened her phone. Surprisingly, the likes and new followers kept flooding in. In fact, she was more popular than ever.
Unfortunately, all the messages were from other women calling her “brave", and all the products she was being PM'd to promote were cellulite scrubs and hair dyes.
Leigh didn't want to be called “brave". She wanted to be called “sexy". And she wanted to get sent free lingerie rather than free underwired shape wear and diet supplements. Where was the glamour in those? Sure if she was in her thirties, it would have been fine to be a body-positive, age-positive roll model. But she was 19! How had she ended up old before her time?
Deeply uninspired to try and take a sexy shot today, she opted to take a snap of her “hard at work". Hood up to hide the greys, she arched her back and took a pic that showed off her cheekbones (she may be looking tired this week, but she was still hot god damn it).
#hardatwork #allnighter #smartwomen #nofilter #sexy #studyingagesyou #nomakeup
She was lying about the no makeup- she just hadn’t been able to make it work properly today. Her skin was all dried out. But her followers didn’t have to know that. She hit share.
The moment she did, her back seized up. “Ouch! Oh shit!” she shouted, only to be hushed by the librarian.
Bugger that hurt, she tried to stretch her aching spine out, her whole body suddenly felt stiffer than she could ever remember feeling. Perfect, she thought. Not only did she have to look old, she had to feel old too? This was the worst week ever.
Maybe she was coming down with something? She’d make an appointment when she got home.
Anyway, she took her back ache as proof that she’d spent too long in the library, and headed off the student bar instead, she needed a drink.
Leigh was hungover. This was bullshit , she never got hungover, at least not after a comparatively tame night out.
And had been a shit evening. Some of her mates hadn’t ever recognised her, and when they did said how tired she looked (rude). Plus, she’d had to buy all her own drinks. Normally a bit of light bar flirting would get her a few drinks here and there, but last night there had been nothing – not even a stiff of male attention. That had just spurred the slightly tipsy Leigh to try harder. She could vividly remember telling one hot guy “I’m an Instagram model you know”. Urgh. Cringe.
After a few beers it had been easy to forget she was all bloated and saggy at the moment , and so she’d tried and failed to use her feminine wiles to lure men in all evening.
She wasn’t an “Instagram model” anymore, she was a “Instagram body positivity activist”, and the later didn’t get anywhere near as many free drinks.
This must be how those mid-thirties mature students felt on nights out. Invisible. A whale lost in a sea of nubile young bodies.
She sat up in bed, her back still aching from whatever she’d done to it in the library yesterday. That was weird, she was never normally stiff in the mornings, and even if she’d twisted an ankle or something, it never normally bothered her the following day. She heaved herself upright and checked her phone.
She had a dozen missed calls and texts from Mason, which she ignored. She was still mad at him. It was OK for her to be annoyed at the state of her body, but not Mason. She’d needed his support, and he’d just made her feel worst about herself.
She had some new followers in Insta, but not that many. Turns out a selfie of a tired looking woman in a library doesn’t appeal to either the body positivity or beauty crowds. She’d never have posted such a dull photo a week ago, but that’s where she was now.
She also had a message from one of her fellow local Insta Models, reminding her that they had planned a photoshoot at the beach today. Leigh’s heart sank. They’d agreed to this shoot months ago, back when Leigh still had a teenager’s figure. Madi Bird was a big deal, locally at least, and she was *stunning*. Alabaster skin and dark red hair, svelte body, she had 100k+ followers and was Leigh’s role model for how to manage an Instagram persona. She’d been delighted when they agreed to do a joint shoot. But that was back when Leigh had a body to match Madi’s, which she sure as hell didn’t right now. Leigh would look like a walrus next to her now! But it was too late to pull out. She rummaged through her complimentary bikini collection and set out to the beach.
Leigh was standing around feeling really awkward. She’d squeezed into a string bikini (the only one she could get to fit…), but it felt so uncomfortable. Even at their loosest, the bottoms still cut into her doughy hips, giving her bulges she’d had to hide with a sarong, and the top didn’t offer enough support for her heavier, less perky chest, so she was wearing a t-shirt while she waited for Madi. She felt so self conscious. She normally spent so much time at the beach keeping her tan even, but even her skin looked paler than normal. And blotchier to boot.
She was just thinking about ghosting Madi and running away, when she saw the gorgeous redhead flagging her down. Leigh drew a sharp breath – this women was so beautiful, her figure perfect, her skin glowing. Her boobs huge and round, sitting high on her chest despite the flimsiest of bikini tops. Madi was coating her fair skin with sunscreen as she approached. It almost looked like she was walking in slow motion.
“Oh hi darling, I almost didn’t recognise you!” Madi embraced Leigh, and either by accident gave Leighs new low handles a good squish. In return, Leigh could only find immaculately toned flesh on her mentor/rival. “You look…”
“Tired, I know.” Leigh said with a scowl.
“I was going to say well darling; you look well! I’ve been so impressed with the body-pos posts you’ve done this week. So brave! Great for your metrics I bet?”
“Thanks, It sort of happened by accident. I’m not sure I like it…”
“Nonsense! It’s great for expanding your audience, and besides, we can’t be relying on our looks alone forever! There’s always somebody younger coming along to steal our mantles after all.” Leigh winced to think that technically, she should have been that “somebody younger” coming after Madi, who was perhaps 23-24 years old. She certainly didn’t feel like much of a threat to this goddess right now though. “Right, said Madi, “let’s get you out of those clothes and get our posing on. I brought a tripod!”
Very reluctantly, Leigh pulled off her t-shirt and sarong, and stood their in all her pear shaped glory. Next to Madi, she felt hideous. The sunlight ruthlessly highlighting all her new lumps and bumps. Her normally caramel skin looked terrible, bunching up around her joins a bit. This was not the smooth young body of a 19 year old who took care of herself.
Madi couldn’t hide her shock at just how old Leigh looked. Hadn’t this girl claimed to be 19? She must have been lying, and she must have been *great* with photoshop, because until this week, Madi had been crazy jealous of Leigh’s long legged, curvy beauty. She’d have killed to have Leigh’s ass, but now she could see that her derriere in person she could see that it was bigger, wider, and saggier that it had ever looked in the photos. Madi shuddered to thing of her own deft behind ever becoming that flabby. Her days as an model would be over, as she suspected Leigh’s were as soon as the bod-pos crazy died out. And strangely, Leigh looked really uncomfortable, as if she wasn’t used to being so, well, old and out of shape. But she must have been. This kind of change didn’t happen overnight…
Indeed, leigh did feel really uncomfortable. Away from the comforting embrace of her supportive Insta followers, here in the real world, next to a toned goddess, she felt every extra pound and every crease weighing on her.
“I shouldn’t be here, she said suddenly, picking her sarong back up. “I’m sorry, I’m really out of shape at the moment, I’ll just ruin your pics. Nobody wants to see my fat ass next to yours…”
“Nonsense! You’re beautiful, and besides, I want to get a to in with the positivity audience myself. If I can show I’m all about “real beauty” before I get wrinkles, then I’ll have an easy time joining in when my time comes!”
Leigh balked slightly at the wrinkle comment. She had fine lines, sure, and bags under her eyes from the stress of this week, but wrinkles? That was a bit much surely wasn’t it. Wasn’t it? Anyway, she put her sarong back down and joined Madi for some poses. It was good to be seen with a pillar of the local Insta community, even if the photos would be an unflattering comparison? Right?
They spent about an hour posing and getting pictures. Madi looking incredible, Leigh looking...well, less than incredible. She tried to copy Madi's best poses, but what worked perfectly for the redhead didn't seem to work at all for her. Gravity seemed to affect her differently, while Newtonian forces ignored Madi entirely. By the end of the session, Leigh's back ached, her feet were tired, and she'd never felt uglier. Every single part of her body had been photographed in direct comparison to a goddess. She couldn't blame the lighting, she couldn't even blame her bikini, there was no denying it. Leigh looked like a middle-aged women sadly pretending to be some hot lithe young thing, and instead just making a spectacle of herself.
She had to hold back the tears when Madi scrolled through the photo real to pick their best pic. They all looked equally terrible. Madi was keen on an over the shoulder shot, where her tight waist, pert ass, and ample perky side-boob we’re on display. Half a meter to the left, Leigh's shapeless waist (complete with rolls of back fat), wet bread ass, and droopy boobs sat as horrifying contrast. Leigh had never seen so much cellulite flaunted in public before, and it was on her own legs!
Resigned, she agreed to a shared post.
#sexy #young #beach #summer #bikini #bodypositivity #localhotties #cellulite #realwomen #normalizenormalbodies #instasisters #saggyboobdmatter
Leigh hit share, and was already making her excuses to get as far away from Madi and her perfect skin as possible. This had been a mistake. Seeing those photos had confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt how old her body now appeared. She had no idea how, but it was undeniable, and she'd have to stop this exhibitionist stuff. A tear dropped down the lines on her face.
Unknown to her, Leigh was now 39 years old and even saggier than she'd been when she arrived at the beach. But if she'd paid closer attention, she might have taken some solace I’m noticing a couple of tiny, almost invisible lines appear on Madi’s perfect skin, and one solitary divot phase into existence in her firm ass, as the sexy redhead slipped to the wrong side of 25 herself.
Later that evening, Mason heard a knock on his door. It was Leigh- she'd been crying, which didn't help her look any better given she'd aged another 6 years since their fight. Mason had been watching the results on her feet for the last few days with the horrified fascination of someone slowing down to watch a car crash.
“Leigh. Look, I'm so sorr...”
“You were right. Can I come in?” Leigh demanded and Mason beaconed her in. She stood at the end his bed and kept talking. “I thought you were being rude, but you were right. I'm too old for this Instagram shit. Or at least, by body is. I don't look good anymore. I look frumpy and tried and my back hurts, and my boobs are saggy, and I shouldn't be embarrassing myself on social media anymore. You were right.” While she was talking, Leigh had quickly removed all her clothes and stood at the end of Masons bed totally naked. She pinched her doughy hips, hefted her slightly droopy breasts, and jiggled her soft belly pooch.
Mason was stunned by the vision in front of him. It was Leigh, it was still her body. He recognised the tear-drop shape of her boobs, and proportions of her figure, but only just. It was like Leigh's body had been put in a microwave for just a few minutes too long and had started to melt. The firmness of her body, which they'd both taken for granted, had been replaced with a general softness. The sag of her boobs was so devastating to their overall appearance that Mason felt like he was witnessing the aftermath of a war crime. This was Leigh right on the edge of middle age, clinging to the last remnants of her youthful glow.
“so this is me, as I am. I'm still yours if you want me, though I can't imagine why you would. But first, I'm going to delete this fucking app, and give up on this influencer stuff. It's a girls game, and I'm a woman now, like it or not.” Leigh opened her phone, when into her Insta account and deleted her account.
A rush went through Leigh's body the moment she clicked delete, and everything started to change.
Leigh's C-cup breasts rose up her chest with a bounce, re-forming into their round, firm shape – like a time-lapse of fruit ripening. The softness of her stomach melted away as her waist tightened, as if sinched by an invisible corset. Her little love handles melted away, and the outline of abs replaced her pooch. The wrinkles on her face faded to fine lines, and then vanished entirely, as her jawline tightened, the bags under her eyes receded, and her eyes brightened. Her face was now stunningly radiant, and was framed by a cascade of dark curls as every single grey vanished and her mane regained it's lost lustre.
The saddlebags on Leigh's thighs vanished, sucked into the restored curve of her tight hips. Weight melted of her legs like magic, as her chunky pins re-forged themselves into slender, shapely stems. Leigh looked over her shoulder to see the cellulite vanish for her thighs, dimple by dimple, like dents popped out of a car hood. Her ass, such a sad sack of flesh when she'd stripped, re-inflated like two balloons in a pillowcase, until it stood out loud, round and proud. A firm, gravity defying peach. Her figure had shed its pear shaped, and returned to a tight, tiny waisted hourglass.
Last but not least, her skin brightened up. Her even than returning, blemishes vanishing, as her youthful glow was fully restored.
Leigh was 19 again, and looked absolutely incredible.
Mason looked on open mouthed and incredibly turned on.
“What the fuck!” exclaimed Leigh, delighted that her body had bounced back, but agog at the magical transformation she'd just experienced. Her back felt great, in fact all of her joints felt amazing. She was strong l, flexible and lithe again. She'd hardly noticed had stiff and achy she'd become over the last fortnight, but feeling young again was amazing in contrast.
“You're young again!” Mason grabbed her into an embrace, feeling her firm smooth skin beneath his fingers. She hugged him back for a moment, then pushed him away.
“Wait, what do you mean young again?”
Mason realised he'd perhaps said to much but decided to talk his way out of the hole. “I just mean, you looked all old, and now you're young again. Like magic, it's a miracle.”
“Yea, but why was I old in the first place? I just thought my metabolism has shifted, or my hormones or something, but you...you thought I was older? Did you know about this?” Leigh thought back on the last fortnight, as she'd gradually gotten older and fatter, ever since...ever since Mason gave her the new phone... “Oh my god. Did you do this to me?”
“Leigh, babe, I can explain...”
She slapped him hard across the face. “Oh my god! You did! You made me old and and fat! Why!”
“I didn't want to make you old! I just wanted you to be a bit more mature, so you'd give up on this ridiculous Instagram influencer bullshit so you'd spend more time with me!”
“Oh you bastard! You absolute bastard! You gave me cellulite you ass! How old was I!”
“Well, the camera and app aged you two years for every photo you Shared, so 20 years. You were 39...”
“Oh my god. I was nearly 40.” She slapped him again. “I could have been stuck like that! Stuck in a fucking MILFs body with no idea why! Oh Jesus, I shared photos of bloody grey hair to the world!”
“See what I mean? You're too old for all that nonsense, I was just showing you how vapid it is. Things only got out of hand because you wouldn't stop posting! I thought at the first sign of cellulite you'd stop.”
“I can't believe you'd victim blame me for magically aging me! I'm not too old for social media, I’m 19! I was only too old because you stole my bloody youth.” She grabbed her clothes and got dressed in a hurry. “We are done, done! I never want to see you again! And you are never seeing this body again. You are way too old for me anyway.” She stormed towards the door, “Good luck finding an ass like this again, and she slapped her once again magnificent derriere before slamming the door.
A few weeks later, Mason sat in a bar drinking a beer and sadly flicking through Leigh's Instagram photos. She'd reactivated her account shortly after they'd split (using her old, non quantum entangled phone), and started posting like crazy. Fitness videos, skin care regimes, all kinds if new stuff. She'd clearly been scared by how fat and haggard she'd become in her thirties, and was using her second chance to develop some good habits. Besides, she had some incredible before and after photos that showed amazing changes in an unbelievable short space of time. She had more than doubled her followers, and was getting more popular everyday. Mason looked at a before and after pic of her on the beach from the shoot with Madi the day before she'd got her youth back, and her today. She looked half the size, more toned, more vibrant. All in all, she looked twenty years younger...
#young #brunette #summer #sexy #binki #weightloss #skincare #bodypositivity #naturalhairdye #exercise #fitness #results #goodbyecellulite #defyinggravity