Post by kingfaraday on Aug 6, 2017 12:07:55 GMT -6
Birthday Gift
By Ark
“Wakey wakey” Zoey rolled over and prodded her husband in the dark. Alex grunted through his
pillow in reply. “Oh come on sleepy head, don’t you want to see if it worked?”
“I feel like shit, so it’s safe to say it’s worked” He grumbled.
“Oh don’t be a grumpy old man about this” Zoey laughed at her own joke. “This is a great idea, it’s
a lovely present!”
“A lovely present is a nice watch, or a box of chocolates, not swapping ages with your parents for a
week!” He poked her stomach accusingly, and Zoey noticed it felt...different than usual.
“Oh come on Alex, you agreed to this! And besides, it’s too late now. We may as well enjoy this
holiday, my parents have paid for it after all.” Alex grumbled in response. Zoey sighed. “Right, I’m
going to see what I look like. Come join me when you fancy seeing what your future wife’s ass is
going to look like.”
Zoey rolled out of bed, feeling a bit stiffer than normal and walked over to the bathroom and
switched on the lights.
“Oh wow..” once her eyes adjusted, Zoey was treated to body length reflection of a slightly
familiar looking woman in the baggy t‐shirt she’d slept in, a 50 year old version of her 20 year old
self.
“I have hips” she whispered quietly to herself. Compared to the slim, girlish hips she was used to,
she looked fantastically womany. “I’ve always wanted childbearing hips” she smiled, shifting her
body weight from side to side to emphasise her new figure. Although, she realised with a note of
sadness, that at 50 her ‘child bearing’ days were probably over.
Her legs had likewise changed noticeably. “Humm, thunder thighs” She frowned and jiggled the
significantly less toned mass between her new hips and knees. “Saddlebags too”. Her knees
themselves looked knobbly and wrinkly, in fact, her legs in general looked much less smooth and
supple than normal. “A few blemishes are to be expected, I guess, after thirty years.” Zoey
mumbled as she traced a prominent blue vein.
She shifted her angle to get a look at her backside. “Urghh! No way”. Her once tight hamstrings
were covered in cellulite. “Cottage cheese!” She exclaimed, then covered her mouth, suddenly
worried about her husband coming in and seeing her new body this exposed. Her bum, previously
deft and smooth had changed beyond recognition. It had spread to match her new hip size, but
also flattened out and loosened, leaving a kinda of sad and deflated mess. “Oh my poor ass,” she
whispered. “I’m sorry for ever wishing you bigger. This isn’t what I meant.”
She tried to calm herself down. She was somehow expecting her legs would have held together
better than this. She’d always been so slim that cellulite had never really even crossed her mind
before, and her tiny bum had allowed her to think that “does my bum look big in this?” was a
question only other women had to worry about. But thirty years was a long time, and they didn’t
look too bad. For her age at least.
Slightly disheartened she turned her attention back to her face. “Ok, so I’m a brunette now.” Zoey
was naturally blonde, but had been having highlights done since she was 16 to supplement her
colour. Now, after thirty years, the dye and the last remnants of her natural yellow had faded
completely and she was left with light mousey brown hair. On closer inspection she noticed some
lighter strands that stood out against the brown, “still a few blonde hairs at least....wait” she
peered into the mirror and studied the one single glinting strand. Was it just shinier than the rest
of her hair? No. Its texture was different. Coarser with a slight kink in it. It was a grey! “She
muffled her scream at the last moment. “Oh god I’m old!” There were dozens of these scraggly
abominations across her head, everywhere she looked there were more, too many to count even.
Zoey had always been very precious about her hair, never leaving the house without styling it,
monthly trips to the hairdressers. But not her luxurious hair had been reduced to a scraggly birds
nest. “It’s ok, it’s ok,” she said to herself. “Grey hair at fifty is normal. Completely normal. It’s not
like I’ve gone prematurely grey. And besides, I can just dye this problem away...”.
Her face itself was a different matter. It was definitely still Zoeys face looking back at her, she
recognised that much, but only just. The fresh faced beauty of youth had well and truly
absconded, and much more mature visage had taken its place. Her bright green eyes were now
underlined by bags and surrounded by wrinkles, and her forehead was marred by three obvious
worry lines. Her cheeks sagged a bit, giving her face a less smooth shape, and her jaw line had lost
a lot of it’s definition. Her pixie nose had grown a bit and was now far less cute, and her lips had
lost their fullness & bluster. But the most obviously aged feature was her skin. Much like her legs,
her face was now covered in minor blemishes that literally added decades to her looks. The dewy
skin she had taken for granted her whole life was gone, and the dry flakey imposter that had taken
it’s place made her look haggard.
Zoey was stunned. She had kind of taken her beauty for granted, and looking well, ugly, was not
something she had expected. “I look older than mom!” she whispered in dismay. In fact, given her
mom would have woken up in the next room in her twenty year old body again, that couldn’t have
been more true.
As Zoey stared at her frumpy legs and tired face either end of the baggy t‐shirt, she summoned up
the courage to take it off. Her stomach didn’t look that bad actually, she was relieved to see. Sure
the skin was a bit less tight, and there was a hint of love handles, but she still had a waist and
hadn't put too much weight onto her belly. That was a relief at least, maybe this wasn’t so...
“OH MY GOD!! MY BOOBS!” She screamed aloud. That finally roused Alex, and she heard him
stumbling towards the bathroom. Zoey panicked and dropped the t‐shirt back down, Alex was a
boob man, she couldn’t let him see the girls like this!
“Are you alright?” He poked his head round the corner. “I heard a...oh, wow”. He drank in his
middle aged wife’s new appearance with a barely disguised look of shock on his face. Zoey
suddenly felt very self conscious. “Zoey is that you?”
“Of course it’s me you idiot. Who else would be in here?” She snapped a bit, feeling defensive.
“But you look so...”
“Old?” Zoey scowled.
“...old.” Alex agreed, and Zoey’s heart sank.
“Well...yea, that’s the whole point of this.” Zoey was feeling very flustered right now. “And
besides, you're no spring chicken yourself.” She said, turning the conversation around.
“Oh shit, you’re right” Alex assessed his reflection as Zoey assessed the damage to her husband.
First thing she noticed was his hair, or the lack thereof. His untidy mop of hair was gone, replaced
by a shiny head and some greying fluff around the temples.
“I thought your Dad never went bald?”
“He didn’t, or he hasn’t yet?” Alex said with a frown across his older features. “I must get
my hair from my mother's side...”
“Fantastic, I always wanted a bald husband” Zoey spoke in jest, but inside she was
disappointed. She’s always loved Alex’s hair.
“Hey, don’t get sarcy with me young...old lady. I married a blonde, not a birds nest”
She slapped his arm in mock outrage, while inside wincing at the scraggly mess her own
hair had become.
The damage to her husband's body didn’t stop with his hair, unfortunately. He had a huge beer
belly where his abs had been only hours earlier. It was horrible, zoey could never imagine herself
having sex with that bloated gut in the way. Would he really let himself go that much? Alex was
assessing his new girth himself.
“Guess this aging machine is assuming I don’t hit the gym for the next 30 years...” he
complained,but they both knew the machine gave a fairly accurate weight gain prediction based
on declining metabolism. Alex would have to seriously readjust his diet and exercise regime if he
was going to look any different when he reached 50 the natural way, and the same went for Zoey
was going to stop her thighs from becoming a cellulite convention. In all likelihood, this was the
real future that awaited them both.
Alex jiggled his new man boobs with a kind of odd fascination.
“Will you stop doing that, it’s gross.” Exclaimed Zoey, then instantly regretted it as that
turned Alex’s attention back to her.
“Let’s have a look at yours then” he asked.
“I’m sorry? Are you telling me to get my tits out?” Zoey asked in mock outrage, but inside
she was panicking. Alex was very much breast man, and Zoey tried not to be vain, but she had
really nice boobs. Her 30D teardrop breasts had been no small part in seducing her husband when
they first met, and had supplied him with unending fun since then. If he saw what they would
become, or rather, what they had become, he might never find her sexy again.
“Well you’ve seen mine, it’s only fair.”
“You’ll have to ask nicer than that. A woman of my age doesn’t just flash anyone.” She
winced at the mention her own age.
“Oh don’t be a prude. I can see them sagging beneath your shirt,” Zoey gasped and
crossed her arms across her chest defensively. Alex just laughed. “Zoey, middle aged or not they
are still your boobs. I’ll love them however they droop.”
Wooed slightly by her husband’s words, but far from convinced, she lifted up her t‐shirt to reveal
the damage.
“Oh.” Alex whispered. “right”. Saggy didn’t really do Zoeys new breasts justice. They hung
limply down her chest all right, resting on her modest belly and gravitating to the sides slightly, but
the shock factor was more than that. They were bigger than they had been, but were now floppy
and deflated. The round shape and firmness that had strained fabric and men’s necks alike was
completely gone. On top of their tragic new height and shape, both breasts were marred by pale
stretch marks and obvious veins. These were not the young breasts of a woman in her prime.
“They’re hideous, aren't they?” Zoey asked hoping for some false reassurance, but her
husband couldn't keep his obvious disappointment from his face.
“I mean, no, I mean. Maybe in a good bra...” he floundered and Zoey’s heart sank.
She took in the reflection of her fully nude 50 year old self. A flabby bottomed, droopy boobed,
haggard parody of the woman she really was.
********************************************************************************
**
Zooey and Alex stood in the hotel elevator, awkwardly staring at the floor.
Zoey felt very uncomfortable in her too‐tight bikini. She'd bought a new set in preparation for her
jaunt into middle age, but she'd grossly miscalculated how much her hips would spread. Now the
the string bottoms dug uncomfortably into her new podge, creating a cringe worthy overflow. The
phrase “muffin top” wouldn't have done it justice, at least muffins looked appealing.
She'd donned a sarong, something she'd never dream of doing normally, to hide the worst of her
cottage cheese thighs. She only wished it was long enough to cover up her pudgy knees as well.
Her husband however seemed unaffected by the self consciousness that was plaguing Zoey. He
was wearing garish sunrise orange swim trunks, and his bulging gut was on full display as he
dabbed himself with sunscreen.
"Don't forget your bald patch" she jibbed.
"Good call" he mumbled, "should I get yours too?"
Zoey gasped in horror and rushed to inspect her scalp in the lifts mirror.
"I do NOT have a bald patch!" she huffed, more than slightly relieved. The way her fifty
year old body had turned out, she'd hardly have been surprised.
Emerging into the hotels pool area, Zoey’s uncomfortableness only grew. Everywhere she looked
were the flat stomachs, sleek legs and perky boobs of the the young. She felt like an elephant in
comparison. And any one of these little beauties could be her own mother! The thought made her
very uneasy. How ever would she recognise her parents anyway? She didn’t have a clue what they
would look….
“Zoey! Alex! Over here!” called out an excited voice, and a bouncy girl in a bright red bikini
rushed towards them.
“Mom?!” Zoey barely recognised the fresh faced young woman in front of her. She was
gorgeous! This flawlessly sculpted, scantily clad babe couldn’t have been more different from the
frumpy woman who had raised her. Zoey realised with a shock that she was the frumpy one now.
In fact, her mother probably looked even better than Zoey normally did herself!
And worst of all, her own husband couldn't take her eyes of her!!
“You look amazing Mrs S.” He kissed his mother in law's hand and she mocked a blush.
“I know right!” she laughed, a sweeter higher pitched laugh than she possessed in her
fifties. “I haven’t felt this good in….oh, 30 years!” She was positively bubbling with energy, this
was so unlike her.
“Happy birthday mom” Zoey hugged her mother, trying to hide her internal struggle with
this bizarre situation.
“Thanks so much Zoey. This is an amazing experience! Now let’s have a look at you”
Her mother gave Zoey’s middle aged frame a once over, then sighed “Oh sweetheart, I told you to
a bit less excessive, I knew your hips would pay the price once your metabolism slowed down…”
This was not going to be a fun week.
By Ark
“Wakey wakey” Zoey rolled over and prodded her husband in the dark. Alex grunted through his
pillow in reply. “Oh come on sleepy head, don’t you want to see if it worked?”
“I feel like shit, so it’s safe to say it’s worked” He grumbled.
“Oh don’t be a grumpy old man about this” Zoey laughed at her own joke. “This is a great idea, it’s
a lovely present!”
“A lovely present is a nice watch, or a box of chocolates, not swapping ages with your parents for a
week!” He poked her stomach accusingly, and Zoey noticed it felt...different than usual.
“Oh come on Alex, you agreed to this! And besides, it’s too late now. We may as well enjoy this
holiday, my parents have paid for it after all.” Alex grumbled in response. Zoey sighed. “Right, I’m
going to see what I look like. Come join me when you fancy seeing what your future wife’s ass is
going to look like.”
Zoey rolled out of bed, feeling a bit stiffer than normal and walked over to the bathroom and
switched on the lights.
“Oh wow..” once her eyes adjusted, Zoey was treated to body length reflection of a slightly
familiar looking woman in the baggy t‐shirt she’d slept in, a 50 year old version of her 20 year old
self.
“I have hips” she whispered quietly to herself. Compared to the slim, girlish hips she was used to,
she looked fantastically womany. “I’ve always wanted childbearing hips” she smiled, shifting her
body weight from side to side to emphasise her new figure. Although, she realised with a note of
sadness, that at 50 her ‘child bearing’ days were probably over.
Her legs had likewise changed noticeably. “Humm, thunder thighs” She frowned and jiggled the
significantly less toned mass between her new hips and knees. “Saddlebags too”. Her knees
themselves looked knobbly and wrinkly, in fact, her legs in general looked much less smooth and
supple than normal. “A few blemishes are to be expected, I guess, after thirty years.” Zoey
mumbled as she traced a prominent blue vein.
She shifted her angle to get a look at her backside. “Urghh! No way”. Her once tight hamstrings
were covered in cellulite. “Cottage cheese!” She exclaimed, then covered her mouth, suddenly
worried about her husband coming in and seeing her new body this exposed. Her bum, previously
deft and smooth had changed beyond recognition. It had spread to match her new hip size, but
also flattened out and loosened, leaving a kinda of sad and deflated mess. “Oh my poor ass,” she
whispered. “I’m sorry for ever wishing you bigger. This isn’t what I meant.”
She tried to calm herself down. She was somehow expecting her legs would have held together
better than this. She’d always been so slim that cellulite had never really even crossed her mind
before, and her tiny bum had allowed her to think that “does my bum look big in this?” was a
question only other women had to worry about. But thirty years was a long time, and they didn’t
look too bad. For her age at least.
Slightly disheartened she turned her attention back to her face. “Ok, so I’m a brunette now.” Zoey
was naturally blonde, but had been having highlights done since she was 16 to supplement her
colour. Now, after thirty years, the dye and the last remnants of her natural yellow had faded
completely and she was left with light mousey brown hair. On closer inspection she noticed some
lighter strands that stood out against the brown, “still a few blonde hairs at least....wait” she
peered into the mirror and studied the one single glinting strand. Was it just shinier than the rest
of her hair? No. Its texture was different. Coarser with a slight kink in it. It was a grey! “She
muffled her scream at the last moment. “Oh god I’m old!” There were dozens of these scraggly
abominations across her head, everywhere she looked there were more, too many to count even.
Zoey had always been very precious about her hair, never leaving the house without styling it,
monthly trips to the hairdressers. But not her luxurious hair had been reduced to a scraggly birds
nest. “It’s ok, it’s ok,” she said to herself. “Grey hair at fifty is normal. Completely normal. It’s not
like I’ve gone prematurely grey. And besides, I can just dye this problem away...”.
Her face itself was a different matter. It was definitely still Zoeys face looking back at her, she
recognised that much, but only just. The fresh faced beauty of youth had well and truly
absconded, and much more mature visage had taken its place. Her bright green eyes were now
underlined by bags and surrounded by wrinkles, and her forehead was marred by three obvious
worry lines. Her cheeks sagged a bit, giving her face a less smooth shape, and her jaw line had lost
a lot of it’s definition. Her pixie nose had grown a bit and was now far less cute, and her lips had
lost their fullness & bluster. But the most obviously aged feature was her skin. Much like her legs,
her face was now covered in minor blemishes that literally added decades to her looks. The dewy
skin she had taken for granted her whole life was gone, and the dry flakey imposter that had taken
it’s place made her look haggard.
Zoey was stunned. She had kind of taken her beauty for granted, and looking well, ugly, was not
something she had expected. “I look older than mom!” she whispered in dismay. In fact, given her
mom would have woken up in the next room in her twenty year old body again, that couldn’t have
been more true.
As Zoey stared at her frumpy legs and tired face either end of the baggy t‐shirt, she summoned up
the courage to take it off. Her stomach didn’t look that bad actually, she was relieved to see. Sure
the skin was a bit less tight, and there was a hint of love handles, but she still had a waist and
hadn't put too much weight onto her belly. That was a relief at least, maybe this wasn’t so...
“OH MY GOD!! MY BOOBS!” She screamed aloud. That finally roused Alex, and she heard him
stumbling towards the bathroom. Zoey panicked and dropped the t‐shirt back down, Alex was a
boob man, she couldn’t let him see the girls like this!
“Are you alright?” He poked his head round the corner. “I heard a...oh, wow”. He drank in his
middle aged wife’s new appearance with a barely disguised look of shock on his face. Zoey
suddenly felt very self conscious. “Zoey is that you?”
“Of course it’s me you idiot. Who else would be in here?” She snapped a bit, feeling defensive.
“But you look so...”
“Old?” Zoey scowled.
“...old.” Alex agreed, and Zoey’s heart sank.
“Well...yea, that’s the whole point of this.” Zoey was feeling very flustered right now. “And
besides, you're no spring chicken yourself.” She said, turning the conversation around.
“Oh shit, you’re right” Alex assessed his reflection as Zoey assessed the damage to her husband.
First thing she noticed was his hair, or the lack thereof. His untidy mop of hair was gone, replaced
by a shiny head and some greying fluff around the temples.
“I thought your Dad never went bald?”
“He didn’t, or he hasn’t yet?” Alex said with a frown across his older features. “I must get
my hair from my mother's side...”
“Fantastic, I always wanted a bald husband” Zoey spoke in jest, but inside she was
disappointed. She’s always loved Alex’s hair.
“Hey, don’t get sarcy with me young...old lady. I married a blonde, not a birds nest”
She slapped his arm in mock outrage, while inside wincing at the scraggly mess her own
hair had become.
The damage to her husband's body didn’t stop with his hair, unfortunately. He had a huge beer
belly where his abs had been only hours earlier. It was horrible, zoey could never imagine herself
having sex with that bloated gut in the way. Would he really let himself go that much? Alex was
assessing his new girth himself.
“Guess this aging machine is assuming I don’t hit the gym for the next 30 years...” he
complained,but they both knew the machine gave a fairly accurate weight gain prediction based
on declining metabolism. Alex would have to seriously readjust his diet and exercise regime if he
was going to look any different when he reached 50 the natural way, and the same went for Zoey
was going to stop her thighs from becoming a cellulite convention. In all likelihood, this was the
real future that awaited them both.
Alex jiggled his new man boobs with a kind of odd fascination.
“Will you stop doing that, it’s gross.” Exclaimed Zoey, then instantly regretted it as that
turned Alex’s attention back to her.
“Let’s have a look at yours then” he asked.
“I’m sorry? Are you telling me to get my tits out?” Zoey asked in mock outrage, but inside
she was panicking. Alex was very much breast man, and Zoey tried not to be vain, but she had
really nice boobs. Her 30D teardrop breasts had been no small part in seducing her husband when
they first met, and had supplied him with unending fun since then. If he saw what they would
become, or rather, what they had become, he might never find her sexy again.
“Well you’ve seen mine, it’s only fair.”
“You’ll have to ask nicer than that. A woman of my age doesn’t just flash anyone.” She
winced at the mention her own age.
“Oh don’t be a prude. I can see them sagging beneath your shirt,” Zoey gasped and
crossed her arms across her chest defensively. Alex just laughed. “Zoey, middle aged or not they
are still your boobs. I’ll love them however they droop.”
Wooed slightly by her husband’s words, but far from convinced, she lifted up her t‐shirt to reveal
the damage.
“Oh.” Alex whispered. “right”. Saggy didn’t really do Zoeys new breasts justice. They hung
limply down her chest all right, resting on her modest belly and gravitating to the sides slightly, but
the shock factor was more than that. They were bigger than they had been, but were now floppy
and deflated. The round shape and firmness that had strained fabric and men’s necks alike was
completely gone. On top of their tragic new height and shape, both breasts were marred by pale
stretch marks and obvious veins. These were not the young breasts of a woman in her prime.
“They’re hideous, aren't they?” Zoey asked hoping for some false reassurance, but her
husband couldn't keep his obvious disappointment from his face.
“I mean, no, I mean. Maybe in a good bra...” he floundered and Zoey’s heart sank.
She took in the reflection of her fully nude 50 year old self. A flabby bottomed, droopy boobed,
haggard parody of the woman she really was.
********************************************************************************
**
Zooey and Alex stood in the hotel elevator, awkwardly staring at the floor.
Zoey felt very uncomfortable in her too‐tight bikini. She'd bought a new set in preparation for her
jaunt into middle age, but she'd grossly miscalculated how much her hips would spread. Now the
the string bottoms dug uncomfortably into her new podge, creating a cringe worthy overflow. The
phrase “muffin top” wouldn't have done it justice, at least muffins looked appealing.
She'd donned a sarong, something she'd never dream of doing normally, to hide the worst of her
cottage cheese thighs. She only wished it was long enough to cover up her pudgy knees as well.
Her husband however seemed unaffected by the self consciousness that was plaguing Zoey. He
was wearing garish sunrise orange swim trunks, and his bulging gut was on full display as he
dabbed himself with sunscreen.
"Don't forget your bald patch" she jibbed.
"Good call" he mumbled, "should I get yours too?"
Zoey gasped in horror and rushed to inspect her scalp in the lifts mirror.
"I do NOT have a bald patch!" she huffed, more than slightly relieved. The way her fifty
year old body had turned out, she'd hardly have been surprised.
Emerging into the hotels pool area, Zoey’s uncomfortableness only grew. Everywhere she looked
were the flat stomachs, sleek legs and perky boobs of the the young. She felt like an elephant in
comparison. And any one of these little beauties could be her own mother! The thought made her
very uneasy. How ever would she recognise her parents anyway? She didn’t have a clue what they
would look….
“Zoey! Alex! Over here!” called out an excited voice, and a bouncy girl in a bright red bikini
rushed towards them.
“Mom?!” Zoey barely recognised the fresh faced young woman in front of her. She was
gorgeous! This flawlessly sculpted, scantily clad babe couldn’t have been more different from the
frumpy woman who had raised her. Zoey realised with a shock that she was the frumpy one now.
In fact, her mother probably looked even better than Zoey normally did herself!
And worst of all, her own husband couldn't take her eyes of her!!
“You look amazing Mrs S.” He kissed his mother in law's hand and she mocked a blush.
“I know right!” she laughed, a sweeter higher pitched laugh than she possessed in her
fifties. “I haven’t felt this good in….oh, 30 years!” She was positively bubbling with energy, this
was so unlike her.
“Happy birthday mom” Zoey hugged her mother, trying to hide her internal struggle with
this bizarre situation.
“Thanks so much Zoey. This is an amazing experience! Now let’s have a look at you”
Her mother gave Zoey’s middle aged frame a once over, then sighed “Oh sweetheart, I told you to
a bit less excessive, I knew your hips would pay the price once your metabolism slowed down…”
This was not going to be a fun week.