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Post by thetreerollins on Jun 29, 2021 7:03:08 GMT -6
Checking in on the next chapter of this? It’s become one of the highlights of my week ha.
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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 thetreerollins on Jul 18, 2021 10:51:26 GMT -6
Not gonna lie. I have NO idea what comes next. Although I like that. Seeing this story piece together is fun, especially now that the women are in their 40s. interested to see what happens next.
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Post by tt2017 on Aug 1, 2021 14:25:48 GMT -6
This story is fantastic. Cant wait to read the next chapter especially as the girls continue to age. Would like to see them hit menopause at somepoint.
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Post by The Doc on Aug 4, 2021 18:44:36 GMT -6
And / or the retirement home.
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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 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 keith943 on Dec 23, 2021 12:44:54 GMT -6
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