Post by addwulf on Jul 6, 2021 21:05:10 GMT -6
Named after the character from an old Youthdrain story:
"Happy birthday to my favorite 45 year old!" The two of us sit down. Macy sighs.
"So, here's the thing. I'm 45 now. I can't pull off looking like someone in their 20's or 30's. I don't believe you when you tell me that I look like I'm in my late 20’s. We're old."
"We are not old."
"Yes, we are. I'm getting older. You're getting older. We're both getting older. We’re both stiffer and slower. If nothing else, the fact that we both had to bring reading glasses today to read the menu should tell us that. We didn't have to do that 5 years ago."
I sigh. "So, we need reading glasses. Eventually we'll probably need bifocals. That's no big deal. Reading glasses aren't a disaster."
She waves her glasses at me,"That's the point though. It just shows that we're getting old. I'm getting old. I feel like I’m starting to get slack and sagging. Plus I just don’t have as much energy as I used to. I have to watch what i eat like a hawk or I pack on the pounds. I just don't look like I'm in my 20's anymore, no matter how sweet you’re trying to be. I've decided to accept it. Plus, I have a great plan when it comes to birthdays from now on. Instead of going backwards 10 or 15 years, I'll go forwards 7. I'm going to start to tell people that I just turned 52 instead of 45. Then people will tell me how good I look. Cool idea. Right?"
I look at my incredibly attractive Filipina friend and mentally compare her to what she was a few years ago. Sure, we're middle aged, but are we old? It's true that we've both put on weight as we crossed in to our 40's. Her breasts are easily a cup size larger than they used to be a decade ago and are starting to sag. Her face is a touch rounder. It's not quite the face of the petite athletic young woman I first met years ago. Her ass is a little bigger and rounder. Her trunk is a bit wider. For that matter, she's just a touch plumper all over, but I think that most of it just looks hot and curvy. She's got a few smile lines around her eyes that didn't used to be there. The smile lines around her mouth are a deeper lines than they used to be. At the same time her smile is vibrant and her hands are long fingered and graceful. All in all, she still looks fresh faced and vivacious with gorgeous rich black hair, that my developing bald spot really misses, and I would bet that a complete stranger would call her no more than 35. I decide to tell her that.
"That's nuts. Firstly, because I don't want to be 52. Secondly, because if I was being kind I would say you look to be in your late twenties and if I was being brutally honest you absolutely look no older than your mid thirties..."
I stare in shock as the fine lines around her eyes start to get deeper. Bags start to appear under her eyes at the same time. Her cheeks get fuller and start to slide down her to her jaw with deeper lines appearing between her cheeks and mouth. Her hands get plumper and then I watch as that plumpness works its way up her arms to her chest which gets fuller and lower, easily growing by a cup size and starting to sag. The wave of weight gain then keeps going down and I watch her dress pants fill out as well. Lines start to become more obvious in her forehead. As I look at her plumper hands as she picks up her reading glasses, which we both had just recently reluctantly accepted we needed, and perches them on her nose. The glasses are slightly bigger than the pair we walked in with to fit her fuller face. I watch a few silver hairs pop out in her gorgeous black mane and she waves her hands to fan her self as she breaks out in to a sweat.
“What just happened?”
She looks up at me and smiles. Her plumper cheeks creasing under the developing bags under her eyes. Her chin is a touch plumper and her jawline is softer and fuller. In fact her whole face has gotten wider and fuller and has started slightly sagging in some parts.
“Nothing. Here. Give me a fry.”
She reaches a hand that is a bit fatter, but still graceful with long slightly thicker fingers over to grab a fry. I reach to stop her but notice I'm farther away from the table. I look down and notice it's because I'm developing a paunch and am definitely fatter with a wider torso and arms myself.
"Got ya!" She grins as she reaches over and grabs the fry. As she reaches she her upper body and I see that behind her thicker neck I notice that she's got the beginning of a dowager's hump at the base of her neck and her shoulders.
"Okay, I'm obviously confused." I said
"So, we're going to pretend that we're 45?"
She laughs. "No! Wrong way, dear. Plus, look at us,"
She gestures to the two of us. Both of us are definitely fatter and grayer than we were when we were 45.
"We totally can't pull that off! We tell people we're 59 instead of 52 and then people will think that we look amazing!"
"Sweetie. I know people in their late forties who look older than you. No one is going to believe that you're 52 much less 59. You just don't look..."
She shivers as it starts around her eyes again. Even more of the fine lines transition to fine wrinkles and a few thicker wrinkles and the bags under her eyes expand pushing her softening sagging cheeks down her cheekbones. More fine wrinkles appear where her eye bags and her cheeks meet. The lines between her cheeks and mouth get deeper and two faint lines run from the corner of each mouth down to her chin. Her face gets fuller as all this happens. The wave moves up to her forehead where the lines get deeper and to her black hair which becomes liberally streaked with gray and silver. Then the wave goes to her neck which starts to wrinkle and sag. It works its way down to her breasts which expand again and sag and to her torso which plumps out a little under her breasts making her whole trunk wider until her top magically expands to hide it. I lean over and grab her hands to see what it's doing below and see her upper arms sag and pump and her lower arms and hands and fingers thicken. The veins on the back of her hands get a little more obvious. I feel the wave work up my hand and watch as my hands and arms get fatter and feel my gut expand and my hair retreats.
"Whoa!" She flushes. That was one heck of a hot flash! Ridiculous at my age!” Her lips and the front of her cheeks have gotten fuller but flatter.
"What just happened?!", I ask. It's harder to think.
She waves her thicker reading glasses in a plumper more wrinkled hand. "Oh, nothing, dear. Read your menu. I'll be back in a moment."
She gets up and I notice that her pants are definitely tighter and her ass is bigger. She comes back a moment later.
She comes back and sits down. It takes a moment because we are both taking up more of the booth.
"Okay, like I said. It's brilliant. You and I know that we're in our fifties, right?"
"Yes, and you look gorgeous."
"Oh, stop. We slack and sagging and getting fatter and older. Our golden years are right around the corner. Now we tell everyone that we're 66. We're only pushing 60, but everyone thinks that we're coming in on 70. The compliments come pouring in and we toast to our golden years."
"But sweetie. You barely look 59. Absolutely no one is going to believe that you are..."
This time it starts at the top of her head. As she turns to me her hair goes mostly silver with only a few bits of black hair left. The wave works its way down her forehead making the lines deeper. It makes it to her eyes and the bags under them swell and the wrinkles around them deepen, increase, and spread across her cheeks as she smiles. Her cheeks get rounder and sag down to her jawline. The lines around her mouth get deeper and the faint lines at the corner of her mouth get deeper and fine lines appear around her lips. It runs to her her neck where her neck wrinkles and sags and a slight wattle starts to appear under her double chin. Her breasts expand a bit more event as they get softer and start to sag on to a small developing pot belly that appears as her torso continues to thicken. Her posture folds from the extra weight from her now heavier breasts and belly and the hump becomes a bit more obvious. Upper and lower arms plump and sag and I see age spots appear on her swelling fingers. She's holding my hand and my fingers swell as hers do. I see age spots appear on my hand as the wave of fat works it's way back and I feel myself sag a bit too. It's just easier to not sit up so straight. Especially with my gut. Wait. What gut?
"...66."
Her eyes twinkle as she uses her bifocals to point towards me. "See. Everyone will compliment us! Hold on. This new medication makes me need to pee more. She gets up and I see that her ass has gotten wider and lower and her thighs have rounded out.
"Wait. Practice for when we're in public. A toast first! To our golden years! Now that we're 73!"
I stand up and look at her exasperated. "We’re not 73! We don't look...
Her hair becomes a solid silver and the lines on her forehead and around her eyes get deeper. The fine lines around her mouth get deeper too. Her lips thin. The lines on either side of her mouth and at the corners get deeper. Her cheeks sag even more and become distinctly jowly. Her neck sags and wrinkles and a turkey wattle starts to appear. Her arms sag and her plump fingers start to get a bit gnarled as the veins and age spots get more obvious. Her pot belly expands as her breasts sag on to it. Her ass expands and sags. Slack and sagging indeed! She shrinks an inch and starts to hunch as that hump gets more obvious. Her gorgeous wrinkling hands grab mine. I feel my own gut expand and my ass sags and my hunch gets more obvious too. We both lose an inch.
"...73! Well, we didn't!"
She laughs and points her trifocals at me. Her voice quavers a bit.
"Of course we do. But we tell people that we're 80, so it's all good."
"But we don't look..."
Her hair goes a solid white. Deep lines mar her forehead, and cheeks. Deep lines surround her lips, especially when she takes out her dentures. When she smiles the wrinkles cross her sagging cheeks from one side to another, some of them making it to the her jowls. Her wrinkled turkey wattle neck picks up from the jowls and goes down her wrinkled sagging cleavage. It sags on her pot belly which has expanded down to her pelvis. It's aided by the distinct hunch and hump she's picked up as she shrunk another inch. Her now fat and flabby arms lead to wrinkled hands with gnarled fingers that hold mine as the last of my hair disappears and I hunch too. We both groan with the piling on years and our stiffening backs and grab a cane that has appeared in front of each of us at the same time. Her ass has expanded and sagged and the fat runs to her thighs calves. I can see wrinkled bent toes if I squint through my thick trifocals.
"How old do we say we are?"
"80. We say we're 80."
"Happy birthday to my favorite 45 year old!" The two of us sit down. Macy sighs.
"So, here's the thing. I'm 45 now. I can't pull off looking like someone in their 20's or 30's. I don't believe you when you tell me that I look like I'm in my late 20’s. We're old."
"We are not old."
"Yes, we are. I'm getting older. You're getting older. We're both getting older. We’re both stiffer and slower. If nothing else, the fact that we both had to bring reading glasses today to read the menu should tell us that. We didn't have to do that 5 years ago."
I sigh. "So, we need reading glasses. Eventually we'll probably need bifocals. That's no big deal. Reading glasses aren't a disaster."
She waves her glasses at me,"That's the point though. It just shows that we're getting old. I'm getting old. I feel like I’m starting to get slack and sagging. Plus I just don’t have as much energy as I used to. I have to watch what i eat like a hawk or I pack on the pounds. I just don't look like I'm in my 20's anymore, no matter how sweet you’re trying to be. I've decided to accept it. Plus, I have a great plan when it comes to birthdays from now on. Instead of going backwards 10 or 15 years, I'll go forwards 7. I'm going to start to tell people that I just turned 52 instead of 45. Then people will tell me how good I look. Cool idea. Right?"
I look at my incredibly attractive Filipina friend and mentally compare her to what she was a few years ago. Sure, we're middle aged, but are we old? It's true that we've both put on weight as we crossed in to our 40's. Her breasts are easily a cup size larger than they used to be a decade ago and are starting to sag. Her face is a touch rounder. It's not quite the face of the petite athletic young woman I first met years ago. Her ass is a little bigger and rounder. Her trunk is a bit wider. For that matter, she's just a touch plumper all over, but I think that most of it just looks hot and curvy. She's got a few smile lines around her eyes that didn't used to be there. The smile lines around her mouth are a deeper lines than they used to be. At the same time her smile is vibrant and her hands are long fingered and graceful. All in all, she still looks fresh faced and vivacious with gorgeous rich black hair, that my developing bald spot really misses, and I would bet that a complete stranger would call her no more than 35. I decide to tell her that.
"That's nuts. Firstly, because I don't want to be 52. Secondly, because if I was being kind I would say you look to be in your late twenties and if I was being brutally honest you absolutely look no older than your mid thirties..."
I stare in shock as the fine lines around her eyes start to get deeper. Bags start to appear under her eyes at the same time. Her cheeks get fuller and start to slide down her to her jaw with deeper lines appearing between her cheeks and mouth. Her hands get plumper and then I watch as that plumpness works its way up her arms to her chest which gets fuller and lower, easily growing by a cup size and starting to sag. The wave of weight gain then keeps going down and I watch her dress pants fill out as well. Lines start to become more obvious in her forehead. As I look at her plumper hands as she picks up her reading glasses, which we both had just recently reluctantly accepted we needed, and perches them on her nose. The glasses are slightly bigger than the pair we walked in with to fit her fuller face. I watch a few silver hairs pop out in her gorgeous black mane and she waves her hands to fan her self as she breaks out in to a sweat.
“What just happened?”
She looks up at me and smiles. Her plumper cheeks creasing under the developing bags under her eyes. Her chin is a touch plumper and her jawline is softer and fuller. In fact her whole face has gotten wider and fuller and has started slightly sagging in some parts.
“Nothing. Here. Give me a fry.”
She reaches a hand that is a bit fatter, but still graceful with long slightly thicker fingers over to grab a fry. I reach to stop her but notice I'm farther away from the table. I look down and notice it's because I'm developing a paunch and am definitely fatter with a wider torso and arms myself.
"Got ya!" She grins as she reaches over and grabs the fry. As she reaches she her upper body and I see that behind her thicker neck I notice that she's got the beginning of a dowager's hump at the base of her neck and her shoulders.
"Okay, I'm obviously confused." I said
"So, we're going to pretend that we're 45?"
She laughs. "No! Wrong way, dear. Plus, look at us,"
She gestures to the two of us. Both of us are definitely fatter and grayer than we were when we were 45.
"We totally can't pull that off! We tell people we're 59 instead of 52 and then people will think that we look amazing!"
"Sweetie. I know people in their late forties who look older than you. No one is going to believe that you're 52 much less 59. You just don't look..."
She shivers as it starts around her eyes again. Even more of the fine lines transition to fine wrinkles and a few thicker wrinkles and the bags under her eyes expand pushing her softening sagging cheeks down her cheekbones. More fine wrinkles appear where her eye bags and her cheeks meet. The lines between her cheeks and mouth get deeper and two faint lines run from the corner of each mouth down to her chin. Her face gets fuller as all this happens. The wave moves up to her forehead where the lines get deeper and to her black hair which becomes liberally streaked with gray and silver. Then the wave goes to her neck which starts to wrinkle and sag. It works its way down to her breasts which expand again and sag and to her torso which plumps out a little under her breasts making her whole trunk wider until her top magically expands to hide it. I lean over and grab her hands to see what it's doing below and see her upper arms sag and pump and her lower arms and hands and fingers thicken. The veins on the back of her hands get a little more obvious. I feel the wave work up my hand and watch as my hands and arms get fatter and feel my gut expand and my hair retreats.
"Whoa!" She flushes. That was one heck of a hot flash! Ridiculous at my age!” Her lips and the front of her cheeks have gotten fuller but flatter.
"What just happened?!", I ask. It's harder to think.
She waves her thicker reading glasses in a plumper more wrinkled hand. "Oh, nothing, dear. Read your menu. I'll be back in a moment."
She gets up and I notice that her pants are definitely tighter and her ass is bigger. She comes back a moment later.
She comes back and sits down. It takes a moment because we are both taking up more of the booth.
"Okay, like I said. It's brilliant. You and I know that we're in our fifties, right?"
"Yes, and you look gorgeous."
"Oh, stop. We slack and sagging and getting fatter and older. Our golden years are right around the corner. Now we tell everyone that we're 66. We're only pushing 60, but everyone thinks that we're coming in on 70. The compliments come pouring in and we toast to our golden years."
"But sweetie. You barely look 59. Absolutely no one is going to believe that you are..."
This time it starts at the top of her head. As she turns to me her hair goes mostly silver with only a few bits of black hair left. The wave works its way down her forehead making the lines deeper. It makes it to her eyes and the bags under them swell and the wrinkles around them deepen, increase, and spread across her cheeks as she smiles. Her cheeks get rounder and sag down to her jawline. The lines around her mouth get deeper and the faint lines at the corner of her mouth get deeper and fine lines appear around her lips. It runs to her her neck where her neck wrinkles and sags and a slight wattle starts to appear under her double chin. Her breasts expand a bit more event as they get softer and start to sag on to a small developing pot belly that appears as her torso continues to thicken. Her posture folds from the extra weight from her now heavier breasts and belly and the hump becomes a bit more obvious. Upper and lower arms plump and sag and I see age spots appear on her swelling fingers. She's holding my hand and my fingers swell as hers do. I see age spots appear on my hand as the wave of fat works it's way back and I feel myself sag a bit too. It's just easier to not sit up so straight. Especially with my gut. Wait. What gut?
"...66."
Her eyes twinkle as she uses her bifocals to point towards me. "See. Everyone will compliment us! Hold on. This new medication makes me need to pee more. She gets up and I see that her ass has gotten wider and lower and her thighs have rounded out.
"Wait. Practice for when we're in public. A toast first! To our golden years! Now that we're 73!"
I stand up and look at her exasperated. "We’re not 73! We don't look...
Her hair becomes a solid silver and the lines on her forehead and around her eyes get deeper. The fine lines around her mouth get deeper too. Her lips thin. The lines on either side of her mouth and at the corners get deeper. Her cheeks sag even more and become distinctly jowly. Her neck sags and wrinkles and a turkey wattle starts to appear. Her arms sag and her plump fingers start to get a bit gnarled as the veins and age spots get more obvious. Her pot belly expands as her breasts sag on to it. Her ass expands and sags. Slack and sagging indeed! She shrinks an inch and starts to hunch as that hump gets more obvious. Her gorgeous wrinkling hands grab mine. I feel my own gut expand and my ass sags and my hunch gets more obvious too. We both lose an inch.
"...73! Well, we didn't!"
She laughs and points her trifocals at me. Her voice quavers a bit.
"Of course we do. But we tell people that we're 80, so it's all good."
"But we don't look..."
Her hair goes a solid white. Deep lines mar her forehead, and cheeks. Deep lines surround her lips, especially when she takes out her dentures. When she smiles the wrinkles cross her sagging cheeks from one side to another, some of them making it to the her jowls. Her wrinkled turkey wattle neck picks up from the jowls and goes down her wrinkled sagging cleavage. It sags on her pot belly which has expanded down to her pelvis. It's aided by the distinct hunch and hump she's picked up as she shrunk another inch. Her now fat and flabby arms lead to wrinkled hands with gnarled fingers that hold mine as the last of my hair disappears and I hunch too. We both groan with the piling on years and our stiffening backs and grab a cane that has appeared in front of each of us at the same time. Her ass has expanded and sagged and the fat runs to her thighs calves. I can see wrinkled bent toes if I squint through my thick trifocals.
"How old do we say we are?"
"80. We say we're 80."