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Post by ark on Sept 14, 2023 17:14:07 GMT -6
Hi all - I haven't had the time to write for *ages* but I had a quick play with chat GPT to see if it could do the bulk of the work for me. It's certainly worth having a play around with! Ark.
In a gilded chamber adorned with opulent tapestries and ornate furnishings, the vain woman stands before a grand mirror, her gaze transfixed by the vision that greets her. Bathed in the soft glow of golden candlelight, her flawless alabaster skin glows like moonlight itself, an intricate canvas where every contour and curve seems sculpted by divine hands.
Her eyes, the hue of polished emeralds, dance with a mixture of self-assured confidence and smoldering allure. Long, ebony lashes frame these windows to her soul, fluttering as if in a delicate dance of their own. Glossy, rose-kissed lips part slightly in a playful yet knowing smile, revealing the promise of secrets and desires.
Her hair, cascading in ebony waves down to her waist, shimmers with a lustrous sheen, catching the light and reflecting it like the finest silk. It frames her face, draping over her shoulders in a mesmerizing waterfall of dark elegance.
Her figure is a marvel of delicate proportions and captivating curves, a living embodiment of grace and sensuality. The gentle swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist, and the gentle flare of her hips converge in a symphony of feminine allure. Her limbs are long and lithe, the very embodiment of elegance and poise.
In this moment of intimate communion with her reflection, the woman's fingers graze the cool glass, as if seeking to touch the ethereal beauty before her. The mirror becomes a conduit for her admiration, a portal into a realm where she is both the creator and the masterpiece, a vision of splendor that knows no equal.
Twenty years flash by in an instant
In the dimly lit chamber, a somber atmosphere replaces the once-confident air as the woman gazes at her reflection. The mirror, though unchanged, now holds a stark truth she can no longer ignore. Time has woven its intricate tapestry upon her once-youthful canvas, and the signs of its passage are evident.
Where once her skin glowed like alabaster, faint lines now trace delicate paths across her face, revealing the map of her life's journey. The eyes that once held the gleam of emeralds now bear the weight of experiences, their corners etched with the telltale creases of laughter and tears alike. The lashes that once danced like butterflies now cast subtle shadows beneath them.
Her lips, still adorned in rose-tinted hues, now possess a wisdom that only time can impart. The once-vibrant smile holds a touch of nostalgia, as if reflecting upon the days when worries were few and dreams limitless.
The ebony waves that once flowed with an unblemished luster now showcase streaks of silver, strands of wisdom interwoven amidst the darkness. The cascading hair, while still a testament to her elegance, tells of a journey undertaken, a path traversed, and lessons learned.
As her gaze travels downward, the reflection unveils the changes that have taken hold of her figure. The swell of her breast sits lower, and the curve of her waist has thickened, her thighs now accompanied by the marring presence of cellulite, a reminder of the body's evolution over time. Her limbs, though still graceful, bear the softness and weight of age.
In this poignant moment of self-reflection, the woman's fingers once again graze the mirror, but this time the touch is different. It's as if she's reaching out to reconcile the passage of time with the vibrant spirit that still resides, trapped within her faded form.
In the mirror's gaze, the woman's thoughts turn inward, grappling with the undeniable changes that time has etched upon her form. She laments the loss of the once-supple flexibility that allowed her to move with effortless grace, feeling the subtle stiffness that now accompanies her movements.
Her eyes linger on her breasts, once proud and pert, now bearing the weight of years and gravity. The sense of loss is palpable as she mourns the softening contours that were once symbols of youthful allure. The mirror becomes a reflection of her yearning for the days when her body's form commanded attention and admiration.
She recalls the power that her youthful beauty once bestowed upon her, the magnetism that drew gazes and admiration from all corners. The mirror, now a silent confidante, witnesses her yearning for the times when her appearance was a source of confidence and influence, a tool she wielded to navigate the world.
As middle age beckons, the woman grapples with the shift in dynamics, the realization that the pedestal upon which society had placed her is no longer as steady.
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Post by ark on Dec 23, 2021 10:14:04 GMT -6
Chroncurrency - Chapter 8 Chronocoin price = ?
Annie woke up to a blinding hangover, even worse than those she’d had in her thirties. Her head throbbed and her whole body ached like she’d just finished an aerobics class. She and Mel had drowned their middle-aged sorrows last night in front of teen movies until the early hours, and Annie hadn’t even considered the risk that a hangover at 40 would be worse than at 30.
She reached for her phone to check the time and buy back her youth to tackle the hangover, but she'd forgotten to plug it in and the battery had died. “Fuck" she mumbled, voice gravely and rough. “What time is it?” It was light outside, so she knew she must have overslept.
She heaved herself up, her body much weaker, heavier and stiffer than it should have been. She sat on the edge of her bed and put her hands on the belly roll that appeared. “God I’m out of shape. A spare tyre for this clapped out old car.”
Her thighs looked enormous squished up against the mattress, all the youthful tone and firmness forgotten by two decades of unearned decay.
Hunched over on the bed, the new droop of her unfettered breasts was more obvious too. She was all sags aches and bulges this morning. No more lithely springing out of bed in the morning for Annie.
She plugged in her phone and made for the bathroom while she waited for it to charge. Her reflection in the cold light of day sobered her up.
Deep dark shadows hung beneath her eyes, her once smooth skin was cracked and lined. She traced the crevices of her new smile lines beside her mouth. Nothing to smile about here. The former beauty looked old, and not the sexy mature kind of old she’d pulled off at 30, but a much more worrying genuine transformation away from her youth and into middle age. Ugly, obsolete, invisible.
A sense of panic started to rise in her chest. She’d really look like this one day. Worse, she really did look like this today. And this was only forty – she’d just get older, fatter, and wrinklier.
She stopped that train of though. There was no need to panic, she'd be young again in a few minutes. In a few minutes, cellulite would be a thing of the past, or rather a thing of the future.
Annie wondered how much money she’d have to earn to use Chronocoins to never grow old – to live her whole life as a beautiful 20 year old, and never see this withered visage again? That was her new life goal – to never turn 40.
She threw on her dressing gown and headed through to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Suddenly there came a frantic knocking at her flat door, she shuffled over to open it.
Mel was there, twenty again and young and perfect. The flab of midlife had vanished and she was all firm curves again. He face was smooth and beautiful, but as soon as she took one look at Annie she looked distraught. “Oh god, didn't you get my messages?!”
“Good morning to you too. No, my phone battery died. Glad to see you’re young again! What’s wrong?”
“Oh my god oh my god…” Mel barged past her and rushed into the living room and put the TV on.
“What’s going on Mel, you’re scaring me.”
Mel turned the TV on. “Look, just look!”
Annie just saw a load of middle aged women cooing around Kelly Brook. “What am I looking at? I never watch loose women, it’s for housewives, wait a second…”
Slowly, terribly slowly, the penny dropped. They were talking about Chronocoin. Kelly Brook looked twenty years younger and half her weight. As she watched, a member of the audience transformed from a grey haired pensioner to a slinky blonde teenage. Everyone was delirious, laughing, hugging, crying tears of joy at the return of long lost youth.
Mel, hands on head, looked at Annie. “They’ve been at it for hours. I tried calling as soon as I saw what was happening, and then ran over when you didn’t answer. It’s all over Twitter Annie, the cat’s out of the bag. Chronocoin has gone mainstream.”
Annie suddenly felt sick. The brief panic she’d felt at the bathroom mirror rushed back through her. “Oh my god. The price. What’s happened to the price!!”
Annie rushed back to her bedroom, the flesh of her softer body sloshing about as she ran. She turned on her phone, agonising as it slowly booted up and she logged into her Chronocoin account.
£3,078. The price of one coin was three grand and going up by the second.
All the blood rushed from Annie’s middle-aged face. She’d need 60 grand to get her twenty years back.
“What are we going to do?” asked Mel, her young face looking as distraught as Annie felt.
“Just let me think, OK. Let me think.” But what was the to think about. She’d been priced out of the market. There would be no clever market manipulation to be had now that the price was exponential. Unbeknownst to her, Annie had sold 20 years of her youth at the worst possible moment. She was trapped.
She was 40.
She threw off her dressing gown, the shock overriding any modesty of being naked in Mel’s presence. She looked at her middle aged form with new eyes, soaking in the fact that she wasn't just visiting this body, this was her now.
This pale, fleshy, pear shaped lump.
She tried to correct her posture, sticking out her chest to raise her heavy bust, sucking in her poochy tummy, smoothing her enormous saddle bag thighs. But there was nothing she could do to make this lump look like the sleek twenty year old she used to be.
Annie started to feel claustrophobic, trapped by the added weight of her decidedly chubby body. The spare tire around her waist, the lines upon her face, the shapeless mass that was her once traffic-stopping ass – all sealing away her still youthful soul in a middle aged jail cell.
She started to hyperventilate.
All the possibilities of her life started to dwindle away. No bank would hire a 40 year old intern. She’d not be able to keep funding herself though sexy selfies on OnlyFans. None of the hot guys at college would want to sleep with her anymore – the very guys she’d enjoyed turning down and batting away for the last couple of years wouldn’t look at her twice now. She’d wanted to run marathons and climb Everest, but now she’d doubt he knees would handle it, with her diligently maintained fitness levels long gone.
Mel hugged her close. “It’s OK. It's OK. You’re still beautiful. You're still you.” But Mel couldn't sound sincere, she herself had been devastated at the possibility of getting stuck at 27, never mind 40. This was her worst nightmare.
Try as they might, the girls couldn’t think of any solution. Annie was stuck- she’d have to stay like this until she got herself some serious money to buy back her youth.
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Post by ark on Dec 18, 2021 5:11:14 GMT -6
Great start! Good concept and I'd definitely read more.
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Post by ark on Dec 11, 2021 19:22:39 GMT -6
Great little section in the Netfix live action Cowboy Bebop.
A yoing blonde stripper walks past the camera as her holograph emmitter malfunctions, revealing her to really be a saggy boobed old lady.
Episode 3, about ten minutes in.
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Post by ark on Nov 30, 2021 19:13:48 GMT -6
Hope Davis <3
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Post by ark on Nov 17, 2021 17:31:48 GMT -6
This is great. Can't wait to read more!
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Post by ark on Oct 22, 2021 17:28:59 GMT -6
Lost a bit of momentum with this story, and with writing in general, but here's the latest chapter. Mostly AR I'm afraid, but it gets the story where I want it to be. More to come at some stage, but may be a while. Ark
Chroncurrency - Chapter 7
Saturday morning. 9am. Chronocurrency price, £210.
“Welcome everyone to a very special, one-off weekend edition of Loose Women!” said Andrea McLean into the cameras, to the prompted applause of the studio audience.
“Today we’ll be taking about an *old* favourite topic of ours, female aging. But boy, do we have a breakthrough to show you. I'm joined with me today by Penny Lancaster.”
More applause as Andrea gesticulated to her blonde co-host.
Penny Lancaster was a tall elegant women, famous for marrying Rob Stewart, a rock star 20 years her senior. Twenty years ago, she’d been a stunning model, a classic trophy wife. Now fifty years old, Penny's flower was fading fast. Deep crow’s feet surround her eyes, and her face was increasingly jowly. Her svelte figure had begun piling on pounds in her forties and she had a distinctly doughy midriff. Her long legs were still quite sexy, but her ass had flattened into a pancake, and every day brought new veins and blemishes. She longed for the dewy skin of her youth, and increasingly hid as much of her flesh as she could so her peers couldn't see how much of her beauty had faded. Her feet were now calloused, her toes squashed from too many years of high heels. Her hands looked ancient, with crinkled chicken skin and knobbly knuckles that no make up or outfit could hide. Even her breasts, perfect in her twenties and thirties, had become saggy dead weight, pulling on her shoulders and making her back ache. It took her hours in wardrobe and make up to look anywhere near glamorous enough to go on TV, and the process seemed to be getting longer everyday.
But Penny was in a good mood today. She knew who their special guest was, Kelly Brook, and Penny always delighted on seeing how badly the buxom brunette had aged. The former beauty had become a bloated shadow of herself, even though she was ten years younger than Penny, and she took a guilty pleasure in comparing herself to someone who was aging like milk.
“So ladies, we have a very special guest today. Please welcome our good friend and former regular, Kelly Brook!” Announced Andrea.
The audience joined the hosts with politely clapping as Kelly entered, only for a rush of shock and confusion to rush though the room. Penny finally looked over at Kelly and her jaw dropped.
Kelly was a woman transformed. She was wearing her famous barely-there pink dress, which showed off her entire left leg and most of her ass that she’d worn to a movie premiere back in 2000. The Kelly Penny knew was twenty years older and twice the size. She’d never have fit back in that dress, nor would she have wanted to show off her flabby middle aged thighs.
But here, impossibly, was the Kelly of two decades ago. Slim, svelte and above all else *young*. Her skin was smooth and glowing, her face line free, her dark hair cascading down her exposed back. Her famous breasts were perky and full in a way no forty year old could hope for. There was no other way to say it. Kelly was young again.
Penny fumed in shock and furious jealousy while the crowd wolf whistled in delighted amazement. Kelly waved back and took a seat on the sofa. Penny had never felt so old and ugly, sat next to this rejuvenated beauty. She smiled through her envy and gave Kelly a hug, noticing for how smooth her skin felt, and how firm Kelly’s breasts felt squished against her own deflated chest.
“Kelly, I’ll say what we're all thinking. You look amazing! Twenty years younger! What is your secret” asked Andrea.
“Well ladies, a magician never reveals her secrets.” Kelly teased, the audience and Andrea laughed while Penny seethed. She had to know how this was possible.
“Come on Kelly, we're not getting any younger. Our at least, most of us aren’t.” Penny forced a smile and the audience laughed.
“Well Penny,” Kelly crossed her long, sultry legs, showing acres of smooth toned thigh. “Apart from diet and exercise, I put my recent youthful glow down to one thing. A miracle new app called Chronocurrency.”
Penny’s heart sank. This appearance was just a marketing pitch for some dodgy app? That could never explain how wonderful Kelly looked. Penny desperately needed to know the truth. If Kelly could be young again, maybe Penny could be too. She was filled with a desperate hope.
“Now come on Kelly, nobody is going to believe that you shed twenty years using a fad app? Tell us how you really did it? Where is your private fountain of youth?”
Kelly smiled, sensing Penny’s desperate desire to know her secret. She’d considered keeping Chronocoin a secret, but the technology clearly existed and would be common knowledge soon enough. After a few days telling her close friends and family about the coins and revitalising them all while the coins were still relativity cheap, she’d decided to let the cat out of the bag. Chronocoin was going to change the world, and if Kelly had the chance to be the unofficial face of the revolution, she was going to take it.
“Yes Penny, I know it seems crazy. I didn't believe it at first. But I was feeling fat and old and desperate, so I took a chance. Here’s how it works. You sign up for the app, it gives you a number of Chroncoins based on how many years you're away from being 80. Then, you can either sell those coins to get paid to grow older, or you can do what I did, buy more coins and grow young again. I just clicked “buy", and boom, goodbye middle aged spread and hello again youthful glow!” She stood up and gave a little pirouette for the cameras, letting eyes linger on her perfect form. “Would you like to try it yourself Penny?”
A rush of hope went though Penny, and her resentment towards Kelly faded. Was it possible? Could she really be young and beautiful again? Could the slow rot of her body be reversed? “Yes! Yes please!” She said, far too eagerly.
Kelly showed Penny and the audience how to set up an account of the app. It credited her account with 30 coins.
“So, the going rate for a Chronocoin – a year of youth – is a mere £210. So if you want to be 30 again...”
“20. I want to be twenty again.” Penny interrupted urgently. She had a chance to be as young as Kelly Brook, so why would she pass it up?”
Kelly was a little irked. She’d enjoyed being younger than her rival on the show. But what did it matter, they could both be young. Soon everyone who mattered would be. “OK, so if you want to be 20 you need to buy 30 coins, so that's £6300. Are you willing to pay six grand to be young again?”The audience all laughed. Of course she would, they all would. Penny hit “buy” without hesitation.
Slowly, the faded model started to feel a tingling as the changes began. Penny looked to her legs, desperately hoping to see some tangible signs of change. After an agonising few seconds of nothing, she noticed the unsightly veins begin to fade. Blemishes vanished, as her pins crawled their way back through time. Her weathered hands smoothed out, as wrinkles vanished from her face and body. She gasped with joy as her décolletage lost it’s crinkles and she felt her heavy breasts begin to lift back up her chest. The middle age spread around her waist receded as she entered her thirties again and her model figure re-emerged from the pudge and sag of midlife. She giggled as her pancake ass re-inflated and lifted her up a few inches on the sofa. She impulsively ripped a slit onto her conservative skirt so she (and the audience) could see the cellulite vanish from her once again sleek and sensual thigh. Back into her twenties, and her skin started to glow, the dewy blush of youth sweeping away the lines and wrinkles, the jowls of her 50s long forgotten as her lips plumped and her eyes brightened.
And just like that, penny was young again. A tall, slim, stunningly beautiful woman had emerged from the decaying cocoon of middle age.
The audience was speechless, and so was penny until she leapt for joy, giggling like a school girl. “I'm young again! God I feel so GREAT! And I'm beautiful!” her hands roamed her knockout body squeezing her firm, pert breasts, tracing her tiny waist and slapping her round bouncy ass. Her skin was like silk, and all the aches and stiffness she’d just grown used to over three decades were gone. Her joints felt like butter. Is this what being twenty felt like? Had she really grown so old that she’d forgotten what it felt go have a body that looked and felt perfect?
Who cares, she remembered now.
She embraced Kelly, all rivalry forgotten in her elation.
But most importantly, the whole world had seen the power of Chroncoins. The genie was out of the bottle now, and the world would never be the same again.
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Post by ark on Sept 16, 2021 19:37:59 GMT -6
Jesus wept
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Post by ark on Jul 31, 2021 18:20:50 GMT -6
Keith, on this occasion I have responded to your message, but to reiterate here: pressuring me or being rude to me- while perhaps not intentional— will not be tolerated. please adjust accordingly You have the patience of a Saint, Spyguy.
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Post by ark on Jul 9, 2021 16:57:06 GMT -6
Chroncurrency - Chapter 6
Mel opened the door of Annie’s room without knocking, catching the athletic young blonde with her top off.
“We have a serious problem.” Mel was visibly flustered. She was still 27 years old, and hadn’t seen it spoken to Annie since their awkward kiss a week ago. She’d struggled through her regular schedule in her slightly older body, trying to keep her head down as much as possible and allow as few people as possible to get a glimpse of her slightly chubbier form. She’d been desperate for Friday to roll around so she could abuse the currency spike and get enough money back to be young again. The week has felt like it has lasted a lifetime.
“Jesus Mel, haven't you heard of knocking?” Annie blushed to be caught in nothing but a skirt and lacy bra. She pulled her top on rapidly.
“Sorry, but this is an emergency.” Mel sat herself down on Annie’s bed and pulled out her phone. “Chronocoin has gone through the roof. I don't know why, but the price has skyrocketed over the last couple of days. It’s up to £300 per coin!”
“What! Oh my god.”
“That means I'll need just over 2 grand to be young again!”
“27 isn't old Mel, come off it.”
“It’s still 7 years of my life I'll be losing! That's like the prime of my life, my sexiest years. Gone forever!”
“Don't panic, we can just sell some years at the peak and buy them back tomorrow. Just like normal.”
“But what if the price doesn’t drop? Then we'll be trapped even older.”
Annie looked over the price graph. “Look, the price has really flown up in the last few hours, just like it does every Friday. That means it should drop tomorrow to around...£200 a year.”
Mel frowned, creases on her ever so slightly lined forehead. “I'm not sure we can take the risk Annie. I don't want to be even older than this...”
But Annie was an economics major, and she saw this as a challenge. “Well, let’s play it safe. The more years we sell, the less we need the price to drop tomorrow in order to get young again. If we both age up to, say 40. 13 coins from you and 20 from me. That's nearly ten grand! Then even if the price of a coin only drops to...” she scribbled some sums down on a scrap of paper “£247.50 in order for us both to buy 20 coins each and get young again. If it drops more than that, which I think it will, we’ll be minted."
“Are you sure? You’re willing to become a 40 year old spinster for a night just to help me out?” Mel was touched, and starting to calm down.
“Of course! We're a team, you and me. Plus, this is really low risk I recon." Annie was a bit more worried than she let on, but she wanted to help her friend out of this bind.
“Ok, but I'm not going out looking like a 40 year old. Pizza and Netflix?”
“Pizza and Netflix. Right, ready to pull the trigger?”
Mel nervously sold 13 more coins, for a whopping £3900. Annie gulped as she sold 20 coins for £6000. Together, the girls stripped down to their underwear and approached the mirror to watch their youth fade away.
Much like in the times before, Annie didn't notice much change as she progressed through her early twenties. Her attractive features grew more defined and less girlish, and her hips flared out ever so slightly. At 25 she really was an incredibly beautiful woman. But then things started to decline.
Her skin once again lost its flawless glow, and slight shadows appeared under her bright blue eyes. The tight definition of her abs faded as her figure softened. Finally, the accursed cellulite dimples appeared and marred her beautiful backside and scrumptious thighs. Annie didn't hate her thirty year old body, it still had some charm, but she’d still not gotten used to watching the perfection of her youth dim like this. And it was about to get worse.
Progressing into her thirties proper for the first time, the changes started to get less subtle and more worrying. Her thighs, already softer and dimpled, started to accumulate weight. Saddlebags appeared and grew, distorting her once svelte silhouette. With every moment that passed her legs looked older and less sexy. She gasped as a blue thread vein burst into existence on her inner left thigh.
Growing concerned at the direction of her physique, Annie twisted to watch her peachy ass – her favourite feature – as it spread and softened. “Urgh!”. Already cursed by cellulite, the dimples spread upwards as her ass itself sank lower, melting into her thighs. She grabbed the jiggly mass as it grew and drooped, distraught that her best feature had collapsed like a disturbed soufflé.
Now entering her late thirties, the decay wasn't limited to her now pear-shaped bottom half. Her stomach now had obvious little pooch, and her waist had filled in. Her boobs, still contained in her lacy bra, had simultaneously grown and deflated at the same time, looking bigger but also less full and round. Her cleavage was crinkled by new lines, and her décolletage looked more weathered.
Finally her face, which had been pretty-but-tired at thirty was now in a very different state. Early Crows Feet framed her eyes and the big bags underneath them, with permanent frown lines across her forehead. Her lips were noticeably less full and pouty, and her cheeks were dropping a bit, spoiling the sharp definition of her jawline. Her beautiful blonde hair had dulled and was besmirched by two obvious grey streaks and an ever growing scattering of stray straggly greys.
Annie was speechless- she’d become a pear shaped, weathered middle aged woman. The signs of her radiant youthful beauty buried under podge and wrinkles. She’d gone from sex pot to soccer mom in seconds.
Simultaneously, Mel was suffering her own fate. The changes came even more rapidly from her, starting at 27 years old. The marginal gains she’d bankrupted herself to get back last week vanished as she marched back to 30. Greys re-emerged in her dark hair, her spare tire made a rapid reappearance, and her ample chest strained at her bra as gravity took hold of her assets. The voluptuous Irish girl braced herself for the changes an additional decade would bring to her already disappointing figure.
Her early thirties saw the fine lines on her fair face multiply, cracks in her Irish porcelain, as she went from looking like a tired young woman to a tired looking adult. Every second stole the last remnants of her girlhood away, with her skin looking looser and blotchier with every tick of the clock.
Somewhat unsurprisingly, Mel continued to gain weight. Her little growing tummy gaining a couple of roles of soft flab even while standing. The former beauty clutched her new pooch in despair – she was rapidly moving from chubby to fat. While Annie had mainly gained her midlife pounds on her thighs and hips, Mel’s faltering metabolism had turned her midriff into a dumping ground. Her waist was a memory, as her figure vanished into her new barrel shape.
New horrors emerged as well. Mel’s shapely legs, which had survived her twenties, rapidly went down hill. Her thighs grew flabby and dimpled, and to Mel’s absolute despair, her knees and ankles swelled up, giving her formerly svelte legs the appearance of tree trunks. She recognized these legs from her mothers side of the family – but she’d prayed her whole life that she’d have dodged these awful genes – but here they were. Even if they were successfully able to get young again, Mel would always know she only had a few years before she’d have her mother’s ugly legs.
Meanwhile, to her fury, Mel’s ass had collapsed into a pancake butt. How could such a flabby body have such a flat arse?! It was like her body was conspiring to keep her body weight everywhere except where she wanted it.
At least she had her boobs though. They'd continued to grow, and as she approached 40, they were massive. Her décolletage was a bit wrinkled, which was a bummer, but at least the girls still looked great. But a good bra hides a thousand secrets, and Mel could feel her breasts pulling against the now inadequate garment. Dreading the result, Mel unclipped her bra and let her girls loose.
Her breasts immediately collapsed, dropping a good couple of inches each and abandoning their shape. Mel wanted to scream but was struck speechless. With her flabby middle, chunky legs, pancake arse, and prematurely wrinkled face – her mighty boobs were all she had left, and here they were, sagging uselessly in the breeze. As the final injury to insult, just a the transformation reached its course and Mel hit 40, she felt her lower back seize up from age and the weight of her gravity afflicted chest. A sudden reminder that not only had she lost her youthful looks, but her youthful function of her body as well.
Mel looked over at Annie and saw an almost unrecognisable forty year old, with a pear shaped, doughy figure, tired eyes and dull greying hair.
Annie looked back to see Mel as an overweight, wrinkled matronly woman with enormous exposed saggy breasts.
Both girls looked at each opened mouthed.
“WE’RE OLD!”
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Post by ark on Jun 27, 2021 16:34:37 GMT -6
How often do stories get taken off the created or found? I may be missing it but I could swear there was a story where a husband and wife are at a resort and wake up to know what they will look like when they are their parents age. I believe the parents are also at the resort and grow younger. Any thoughts or is it still up? Thank you in advance. This is one of mine I think - "Birthday gift." I'll dig it out for you and post it in created later this week.
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Post by ark on Jun 21, 2021 12:09:04 GMT -6
Chronocurrency - Chapter 5
Kelly Brook stepped out of the shower and caught sight of her reflection and sighed a defeated sigh. How had it come to this?
The former glamour model had been one of the most beautiful women in the country in her twenties, with a curvaceous yet slender figure that had allowed her to dominate the lads mag scene.
In her thirties, her body and metabolism had changed, and her bust and hips had grown to make her incredibly voluptuous. But she’d taken this added weight in her stride and modelled herself into a curvy icon. And she’d made a decent amount of money advertising various weight loss schemes, as she could shed pounds easily when required.
Now 41 however, things were getting out of hand. The weight had kept accumulating, and her hourglass figure had given way to a soggy apple. Her now 34FF boobs were saggy, and were increasingly causing her back problems. The tummy of her thirties had become a proper belly that she struggled to suck in when in front of the camera, and her once peachy ass had flattened and merged until her hefty thighs. Worst of all she could no longer lose the weight, with the fad diets and crash exercise routines no longer having any effect. Her once pristine body had gone to seed.
The damage didn't stop with her body anymore either, as her model’s face had started to succumb to the ravages of time. Lines framed her mouth, and crinkles underscored her eyes. Her unchecked weight gain had softened her jawline and plumped out her cheeks, and given her an undeniable double chin.
The overall result waiting for Kelly in the mirror was an overweight, bang average 40-year-old woman. She’d let herself go, and without her youthful metabolism, she’d never get her herself back.
She hefted a weighty boob up to where it had sat at 21, and then let it flop down. She couldn't accept that this was her life now. No longer sexy, growing less desirable by the day. Her whole brand was her looks, God know she didn't have much else to offer.
There had to be something she could do. Some new supplement and diet routine that would tone her back up. With that desperate mindset, Kelly started browsing through apps on her phone for some miracle. When something caught her eye.
Chronocoin: Invest in youth today!
She skimmed the description, checked the rates. This was claiming she could be twenty years old again for pennies. £400 was nothing to the TV star, even with her fading fortunes and dried up opportunities. She was sceptical, but one more look at her matronly reflection was enough for her to risk it. She hit buy on 20 coins. “Bottoms up, hopefully literally...”
At first, the buxom brunette felt nothing. She pinched her love handles in disdainful disappointment. “Just another scam I guess...” she sighed.
But then slowly, Kelly started to feel something. She leaned into her reflection, just in time to see the bags under her eyes fade to shadows. Her wrinkles softened, and her jawline tighten up. “Oh my god. It's working! It's actually working!”
As she regressed into her thirties, weight started to melt off her body. Her belly shrank until she only had one roll, and her waist fazed back into existence. Her hips and thighs shrank dramatically, with her legs regaining some of their once famous shape.
Most noticeably, Kelly’s enormous bosom rose up her chest, as if hoisted by two invisible cranes. She felt the ache of her lower back finally relent as her tits ceased to be dead weight pulling her down. With every moment they were smaller, perkier, and rounder.
Now nearly 30 again, Kelly was a voluptuous hourglass of a woman. Kelly was delighted! She’d never thought she'd look this good again.
And the transformation wasn't finished yet. Driving back into her twenties, the shadows and lines on her face vanished, as blemishes all over her skin faded from sight.
Her boobs stopped shrinking at a still ample double D, now standing round and proud on her chest, untouched by gravity or sag.
But the most dramatic changes now were lower. The remaining flab of her midriff melted away, until a flat, toned stomach and tiny cinched waist remained. Had she ever really been this slim? She looked half the size she was used to.
Her legs were equally rejuvenated, her heavy thighs having morphed into athletic shapely legs. Not a hint of cellulite, not a single vein. And her ass, which for so so long had been a doughy mess, rose back up her legs like ghost ship emerging from the depths until it was a sculpted peach.
Kelly’s body had been restored to it’s 21-year-old peak, and she looked like a absolute goddess. That rare combination of ample, gravity defying curves and a svelte, slim figure. All topped off with her beautiful, flawless face.
Kelly was speechless. She hadn't seen this reflection in twenty years. And when last she had, she’d not appreciated it. Youth is wasted on the young, and only after years of trying and failing to replicate the natural beauty of her twenties with creams, jells and exercise could she appreciate this visage in front of her. She ran a finger over her full, sensual lips. Touched her defined cheek bones. Squeezed the firm, full flesh of her youthful breasts.
Kelly was so happy she could cry. She was beautiful again. A girl again. It was a miracle.
She stretched out and squealed with glee. Even stretching felt amazing, all the minor aches and stiffness of her forties had vanished. She felt strong, and flexible, and light. So, light. She must have weighed half what she had done a moment ago. On a whim, she did a naked back summersault, her leggy body responding with liquid grace.
How was this possible? Young again for only £420? With no catch?
She didn't care. She had to tell all of her friends immediately. They had to get on board with this before it got popular. This Chronocurrency was going to change the world, and once it did, the price would spiral....
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Post by ark on Jun 21, 2021 11:57:21 GMT -6
Chronocurrency - Chapter 4
“Well, I don't know what you’re worrying about. I still think you look great.” Annie opined.
Mel had said a hasty goodbye to her mystery man (a hot senior called Xavier) and hurried back to her dorm to do a damage report with Annie. Her svelte blonde friend has had no similar issues restoring her youth, having waited till later in the morning to buy back her coins, and so sat on her bed in her perfect twenty-year-old form clad only in pyjamas as Mel inspected the damage.
“Easy for you to say, you’re not trapped in an older version of your body for a week.”
“27 isn't old Mel, come on.”
“it’s 7 years older than I should be. I'm 15lbs heavier, and I look so tired". She poked at the slight shadows under her eyes, and then pinched an inch of her little belly pooch to emphasise her small flaws. She lifted up Annie’s top to reveal her friends toned stomach by way of comparison. “See!? How can I compare with that? You’re gorgeous.”
Annie blushed at the touch of her friend’s fingers across her navel, surprised to be partially undressed by her anxious friend. She tried to divert attending attention from her being flustered. “At least the girls are still big and perky?”
“You think?” Mel unclipped her bra and freed her double Ds, the glorious round orbs hung steady for a second, before gravity pulled them down ever so slightly. “Saggy at 27. You've betrayed me girls.”
Annie cheeks grew even redder. She and Mel were close, but not strip in each others presence close. She couldn’t take her eyes off Mel’s creamy cleavage. Sure, there was a little hint of droop, but Mel’s boobs were undeniably still glorious. Firm, round and soft. “I don't think anyone’s going to complain about your chest Mel. You’re breath-taking.”
Both women suddenly realised how close they were to each other. Mel could feel Annie’s breath on her cheek.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Annie. I wish I had your body.”
“You can... if you want?”
Mel kissed her, softly and impulsively. Annie kissed back aggressively, her hands roaming Mel’s naked upper half. Feeling to yielding of her nascent love handles, and the weight of her ample chest. The fascinating changes of a woman who’d left girlhood behind.
Mel explored Annie’s body too. The tight curve of her peachy ass, the flawless tone of her sleek midriff, her gravity defying breasts beneath her t-shirt. Mel was hungry for the physical perfection she herself had temporarily lost.
Suddenly overcome with embarrassment, Mel pulled away. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm just feeling weird today.” She grabbed her t-shirt and bra off the floor. “I’ll see you on Friday, we'll deal some coins and get me young again.” And she dashed out, leaving Annie flushed and in shock as her first lesbian kiss.
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Post by ark on Jun 16, 2021 8:05:47 GMT -6
Chronocurrency - Chapter 3
Over the next couple of months, Annie and Mel made good use of Chronocoins. Selling high on a Friday night, and buying low on Saturday morning. As the word spread, the price of Chronocoins drifted up towards £30 on Friday nights, but it always peaked and troughed at the same points, so the girls kept up their racket. Mel used her left-over cash each week to upgrade her wardrobe for her slightly heavier thirty year old form, and soon her misgivings about her little tummy and heavy boobs were forgotten, lost in an excuse to wear her slinky adult lingerie (with a bit extra underwire support of course).
9 Weeks after their first experiment. Mel woke up on a Saturday morning, head throbbing. It took her a moment to realise she wasn't in her own bed. This was someone else's flat.
There was a man next to her, snoring softly. Oh shit!
She peered under the covers to sneak a glimpse at her totally naked body, boobs drifting towards her armpits. Oh god, I've had sex as I thirty-year-old. Mel was mortified. What had she been thinking? She’d let some random boy see her like this, with her little spare tire and her floppy boobs. How embarrassing. What if this was someone she knew? They'd think she looked ten years old and ten years fatter than she really was! What if they told their friends that under the covers, curvaceous sexy Mel was actually minging?
She wracked her booze addled brain to try and remember what the sex had been like. Disjointed memories started coming back to her, of her on top, droopy boobs akimbo, struggling to keep up with her instinctive teenage sexpot pace. Kill me.
She crawled out of bed as quietly as she could, stifling a groan as her lower back protested. Come on Mel, you’re thirty not seventy. That's still too young to be groaning when you get out of bed. But there was no denying that compared to her spritely twenty-year-old body, this form felt ancient.
She grabbed her phone and slunk away in search of a bathroom. She locked herself in and took a deep breath. It was fine. She’d buy back her Chronocoins, and flaunt herself back out there all perky and svelte, give her mystery man a view of her in her prime, and then leave. He’d doubt his hungover memory, and forget her stomach had ever been anything less than flat.
She sighed as her thirty-year-old reflection looked back at her. But no means ugly or old, but definitely not a college girl either. Fine lines around her eyes and across her forehead, a little bit of softness at her jaw, and a few straggly greys in the pitch-black mop of her morning hair. She’d slept in her make up, but smudged and faded it did nothing to hide the cracks anymore.
Beneath her face was her pale nude, ever so slightly overripe body. Despite aging herself up relatively often over the last few months, Mel still hadn’t accepted her doughy midriff and heavy breasts. The hourglass of her early twenties was undeniably now becoming apple shaped. She hated how just a smidge of gravity took the “wow” out of her once full and perky boobs, pulling them down and out just enough to dampen their allure.
At thirty, Mel possessed a bang average female body. Unspectacular, forgettable, disappointing.
Although, she thought with a little grin, it hadn't stopped her getting laid. That's was some comfort at least. She’d still got it.
But reassurance of her relevance aside, it was time to get young and hot again. Stat.
She checked her phone and fired up the Chronocoin app. “Oh shit!”
It was still only 8am. All those old women reliving their youth for a Friday night clearly hadn't yet woken up and sold their borrowed youth back, so the price hadn’t dipped yet. It was still at around £30. Mel only had £100 left in her account. How had she spent so much money last night! She couldn’t afford her years back, not yet anyway. She was trapped in her older body.
She heard sounds of her mystery lover stirring next door, and started to panic. She had to weigh her options.
She could go out there are face the music as her lined, slightly saggy thirty-year-old self. In the well lit, sober light of day, without any clothes to hide her dignity, her mystery man would see that she was no hot college girl. Which would be embarrassing and damaging to her sexual reputation. No thanks. These boobs were for her eyes only, and reluctantly at that.
She could just wait in the bathroom for as long as she could. The price of the coins was falling ever so slightly each moment, but she needed them to hit £10 to fully restore her youth, and at this rate she’d be here for hours. That just wouldn't work.
Her only other option was to buy back a fraction of her youth. She could afford just over 3 years back. That would make her 27, which would probably get rid of her stray grey hairs, perk her chest up, and shed a few pounds. She’d watched herself age maybe a dozen times now, and Mel reckoned she was still objectively hot at the 27 year old mark, even if not quite as perfect as she should be. The real problem would be, to get those three years back, she’d have to blow all her money, leaving her stuck at 27 for the whole week until she could exploit the currency fluctuations again next Friday. Was a whole week of being 7 years older than she should be really worth it just to convince some stranger her boobs weren't all that saggy?
Against her better judgement, she decided it was. She hit “buy" and spent £90 on three coins.
Mel felt a rush, much smaller than usual, as some of her youth came back. As expected, her greys were the first to go. Quickly vanishing into the jet black. She watched as her boobs raised up a bit and shed their teardrop weight, but they stalled just shy of their “true resting spot". The lines across her forehead smoothed out and vanished, the web of lines around her eyes softened, but the shadows remained. And finally, her spare tyre deflated, but to her Mel’s great horror didn't flatten entirely, with a little pooch remaining.
Mel looked younger, with a hot, sexual maturity. But she wasn't a “girl” again, she wasn't perfect. Those early signs of aging and her stalling metabolism were still just about on show. “Fuck. Bankrupt, and my stomach's still not flat. Well, this will have to do.” Mel opened the door to face her lover.
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Post by ark on Jun 4, 2021 17:31:11 GMT -6
Chronocurrency - Chapter 2
The following morning, Annie awoke with a groan. Her head was throbbing, and it felt like she’d been punched in the gut. Was she hungover? She’d never felt this bad after a night out, she rarely got hungover even when she was paralytic. Then she remembered the aging. “I guess hangovers DO get worse as you get older…”
With some effort, she pulled herself up and threw the covers off and sat up. She’d slept in her jeans, although she’d had to pop open her top button to release the pressure on her soft little tummy. “Eww, gross.” She poked the unfamiliar protrusion of flesh, which was much more obvious with her sat down than it had been while she’d stood in front of the mirror.
She’d slept topless, with her bra and top thrown carelessly on the floor. She hefted her unfettered 30-year-old breasts for the first time. Her c-cups were still nice and round and firm, but unsupported by a bra they did sit a little differently on her chest. She adjusted the girls to try and ascertain what was wrong. Were they bigger? Were they dropping a bit? Were they a little more yielding, or a more teardropped shape? It was hard to say for sure, but something was off about them.
She stood up, momentarily surprised at how stiff she felt. Her right knee popped and her lower back creaked. Who’d have thought her teenage flexibility would have declined so much by only 30? Major bummer.
She peeled off her tight jeans and walked into her on-suite to be startled by her own reflection. A hungover, make up free thirty-year-old looked back at her. The shadows under her eyes were darker after poor night’s sleep, and the fine lines were more obvious in the morning sun. There was no denying it, she looked old. Or at least, old to the eyes of a twenty-year-old who was used to a flawless reflection greeting her each morning. 30 wasn’t old, she knew that. But it wasn’t exactly young either.
There came a knock at the door. “Annie? Are you still alive in there?” The pained voice of Mel came through.
Annie pulled on a t-shirt and beckoned her to come in. Her short Irish friend was wrapped in a blanket and looked as bad as Annie felt. “Are we dead? Is this what death feels like?”
“No, we’re just hungover in our thirties. How’s your body holding up?”
“Fat. Everything’s all jiggly, like the vodka’s in my skin.”
“You’re not fat, you’re being dramatic.” Annie tried to placate her friend.
In retort, Mel opened her blanket to revel her skimpy crop top pyjamas. The overtaxed garment struggled to contain Mel’s gargantuan chest, and exposed a pale little spare type at her midriff. Her double D’s had clearly grown more through her twenties, the girls had realised that when they were getting ready last night, but here, unsupported by a bra, their expansion was more obvious. Her boobs also were also looking much heavier, sitting lower on her chest than normal. Annie’s face betrayed her shock. “I’m fat, I’m hungover, and I’ve plucked out three grey hairs. Being thirty suckssss…”
“Last night was fun though.” Annie tried to change the subject away from Mel’s poor body image.
Their night out had been a huge success, so the girls reminisced through their drunken memories. A few drinks had drowned out any nerves the girls felt about looking older than normal, and a £100 budget each had meant they could get white-girl-wasted on expensive cocktails in no time at all. Annie had also noticed a slight downtick in the number of sleazy boys hitting on her, which was a welcome change from the normal level of unwelcome attention. She’d still attracted suitors, but more mature, confident men, unintimidated by a slightly more mature woman. It had been pretty much the perfect night out for Annie.
Mel had had a good time too, but she’d been slightly more alarmed in the downturn in male attention that Annie. Mel liked a bit of attention from boys, and got plenty of it normally in her svelte 20-year-old body. Less so last night in her out-of-shape form, and that fact deepened the lines on her brow.
“Ok, fun’s over. Let’s buy our youth back.” Proclaimed Annie.
“Let’s hope the price dropped...”
Annie’s heart sank. She hadn't really considered the risk that the going rate for Chronocoins might not actually drop overnight. If it hadn’t, the girls wouldn't have enough money to buy their youth back until the next instalment of their student loan came through.
But sure enough, when they opened the app, the price of a Chronocoin had dropped to £8. They could buy their years back for only £80. They'd had a £100 night out for free, gotten their youth back, and still had £20 to spare. Both girls enthusiastically click BUY on ten Chronocoins, and watched the years fall off their bodies.
Annie felt her thighs tighten up, cellulite dimples popping out one by one under her very eyes, until her legs and ass were sculpted and smooth again. The shadows under her eyes retreated, and the dewy glow of her skin returned. She lifted her loose t-shirt just in time to see the slight softness of her stomach melt away and her washboard abs return. She also noticed her breasts bob up slightly, suggesting she’d been right that they'd been sitting a little lower at 30. But that wasn't a problem anymore, with her firm c-cups rounding out her flawless twenty-year-old figure. She was beautiful again.
Annie peered over her shoulder to make sure every last remnant of cellulite had vanished, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Mel’s rejuvenation was similar, if not even more dramatic. Her unfettered D cups quickly rose an inch up her chest, and her spare tire started to retreat. The sporadic greys in her dark hair vanished as she regained her lustre. The fine lines around her eyes and across her forehead faded away. Finally, the last suggestions of chub disappeared from her midriff, as her cinched waist and flat stomach returned. Her knockout figure was back.
Mel cuddled her big perky- again boobs. “Good to have you back girls, I missed you last night".
“Fuck me what a rush.” Annie caressed her svelte again figure. It had been an incredible experience to feel her body grow younger in an instant, like being on a biological roller coaster. “I can't believe we just got paid to go for a night out. This is an absolute game changer. Earn money, get a free night out, and less unwanted male attention. Win win win. Great idea Mel!”
Mel was a bit less thrilled with the experiment. She’d found it a bit unsettling to be a thirty-year-old carrying a few extra pounds, and it has knocked her confidence a bit to see that she’d age less well than her blonde friend. But still, she’d got what she’d wanted, a free night out. “Absolutely, same again next time we're skint?”
“You’re on.”
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