Post by kingfaraday on Feb 20, 2018 14:47:11 GMT -6
PROM NIGHT
By Merlin
It was prom night at East Valley High and all the students had been looking forward to it for months. All the girls in the school had been scrambling for dates and spending outrageous amounts of money on dresses and accessories. Each wanted to look the most beautiful and alluring. One boy, however, could not get a girl to go with the prom with him. Earl had been trying for months to get a date, but each of the girls he asked either laughed in his face or just rolled their eyes and walked past him. He felt humiliated. Sure he was not a great looking guy and he could lose a few pounds, but he had always been smart and polite. Why was it nice guys always seemed to finish last? At least that was what he was asking himself. The last girl he asked simply told him "Not if I was 80 years old and desperate!" That’s what gave him the idea for revenge.
You see, Earl was not your average 17-year-old boy, but also a genius when it came to chemistry and biology. He had research geriatrics for his senior research paper and had stumbled across the chemical mechanism of aging in a human beings DNA make-up. He had also found a way to manipulate that DNA strand with a chemical compound. He had kept this a secret as he was hoping to use this discovery to write his Doctorial thesis with after he went through college and make his name and future career out of it. Perhaps even a Nobel Prize in science. But now he was going to use his knowledge to make the girls of East Valley High pay for their taunting, teasing and humiliation over the past 4 years.
Sneaking into the gym before the prom, he emptied a container of his chemical agent into the punch bowl. It was genetically specific to the mitochondria DNA strand, which could be found only in women, not in men.
Soon, it was time for the prom and all the girls came in with their escorts looking gorgeous as usual. Earl just sat back and watched as all the girls filed into the room in a long procession. Soon, music filled the gym and everyone was dancing. It did not take long for them to get thirsty and soon escorts were getting punch for all their dates and the girls were drinking hurriedly. Earl checked his watch and waited. The chemical reaction would vary from girl to girl based on their metabolism and genetic make-up. Also, the number of years they would age would vary based on this as well, including how much punch they had consumed.
The first girl he noticed was Becky Hughes. She was a tall, long legged beauty with long brown hair and large breasts. She was wearing a strapless dress. At 16, she was one of the schools prettiest and smartest girls. However, as she danced with her date, she seemed somewhat different, but only Earl noticed this change at first. She seemed to grow taller just a bit and fill out her dress a little more. Becky stopped dancing a few times to re-adjust her dress which was becoming uncomfortably tight. Her face also seemed more mature and her features sharper. The young 16-year-old boy she was slow dancing with did not notice that he was now dancing with a full-grown woman of 26. As they waltzed across the floor, Becky seemed to age a year every few seconds. Soon the boy was dancing with a full-grown woman old enough to be his mother as she passed 40 years of age. Slight strands of gray hair could be seen filling her hair which was in a tight bun and Earl could make out the fine lines and crows feet that accompanied middle-age. Soon she stopped dancing again but they did not stop their embrace, she just kicked off her now uncomfortably high-heeled shoes, exposing the feet of an older, mature woman, veined filled, thinning and becoming knarled from age.
Soon she was passing 60 and her hair was now mostly gray and her once long, firm arms were now loose and sagging, along with her now large breasts. Her face was sagging from age and wrinkles now too as her wrinkled hands began to shake from old age. "I think we should stop now Jeffery" rattled the old woman. The young boy pulled back in shock to stare at a 70 year old elderly woman that was once the head cheerleader. All he could do is gasp and run away while Becky could not understand what had happened as her mind began to wander as Alzheimer’s set in. She hobbled off the dance floor as on-lookers assumed some old alumni must have been attending the prom as well. "Must be from the class of 1912!" laughed one student.
Soon, all the girls began aging at various rates. One 15 year old girl named Rachel seemed to grow and age to about 50 years old almost instantly and then just stopped, her large breasts bursting out of her already tight dress and dropping as she screamed and ran to the bathroom. 16 year old girls became 70 year old grandmothers almost in a matter of seconds, even one 14 year old freshman girl aged 80 years to a ripe old age of 94 in only a minute, her withered body hunched over from age straining the short, tight teenage dress she was wearing, crying over her lost youth. She had aged through adolescence into a young teenage beauty, to young adulthood with a striking body, to middle age and then to the age of a grandmother and finally extreme old age in mere moments, unable to even enjoy her adulthood before advanced age ravaged her body.
Meanwhile, some couples had left the prom early to get into their boyfriends cars for make-out sessions. One girl, Sarah, had gotten into the back of her boyfriends limousine and she had decided that this was the night she wanted to lose her virginity. Her 18-year-old boyfriend Roger was the school football hero too, this night would be perfect she thought. As they began to make love with the lights our in the limo, they probed each other frantically as teenagers do. Little did Roger know, or could see was that his 16 year old girlfriend Sarah was already older than him and aging rapidly. He was surprised at how large her breasts had become as he unlatched her bra, which was straining to the limit as she aged into young adulthood. At 25 her hormones were racing to make up for lost time as she mounted him, hungry for all he could give her. As they began to rock back and forth it seemed that she aged a year for every gyration. roger was lost in the moment as he was helpless under her control as she was on top of him he closed his eyes and simply caressed her large breasts and nipples as he gyrated faster and faster. As she passed middle age at 40, her soft blonde hair was now getting strands of gray, but neither noticed. As she experienced menopause at 46, she shuddered with pleasure like she had never known, but she could not stop there. At 56 her breasts were now sagging and roger was wondering why they seemed so much softer than before and not as firm, but he did not want to stop. At 60 her hair was completely gray and her face was wrinkled and as she kissed Roger deeply and probed his mouth with her tongue, Roger felt her wrinkled lips kissing biddy and knew something was definitely wrong, but he let his dick think for him and ignored it.
Finally one final thrust came and Sarah let out a loud moan of ultimate pleasure and collapsed in Rogers’s arms. At 80 years of age, it would be the first and last orgasm she would ever have. Roger cradled the now elderly woman in the dark as she then smiled slowly and rattled out in a much lower and aged voice "How was that for you sweetie?"
Back in the gym, all hell had broken out as middle-aged and old women were screaming for help as their dates ran in horror at the scene wondering what had happened to their beautiful dates. As Earl simply enjoyed the spectacle and laughed, a gorgeous 28-year-old woman walked over to Earl. Her clothes were ripped, exposing her large, beautiful breasts and large nipples; her long, long legs were that of a model as was the rest of her body and face. "Earl?" she whispered, "Did you do this?" "Who are you?" exclaimed Earl.
"I'm Jennifer Thatcher, don’t you recognize me now?" Earl thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered Jennifer. She was a new freshman girl of 13 who was incredibly smart and mature for her age, but an ugly duckling no one had noticed, until now. "Uh, Jennifer? Yes, I guess I did. I just wanted to get even for all the mean things these girls did to me, I did not mean to hurt you." "Oh no Earl, this is the best thing you could have done for me! I always felt like a woman trapped in a child’s body and now I am free to experience life like I wanted. I understand your despair too. Would you like to join me and perhaps we could go out on a date." Earl smiled broadly. This night had worked out better than he could have planned.
As Earl and Jennifer made their way through the Gym past the sea of old woman hobbling around, some lost in senility, Earl could her one of old women exclaim "Someone get me something to drink before I die of old age!" Earl just smiled and strolled on past the refreshment stand.
By Merlin
It was prom night at East Valley High and all the students had been looking forward to it for months. All the girls in the school had been scrambling for dates and spending outrageous amounts of money on dresses and accessories. Each wanted to look the most beautiful and alluring. One boy, however, could not get a girl to go with the prom with him. Earl had been trying for months to get a date, but each of the girls he asked either laughed in his face or just rolled their eyes and walked past him. He felt humiliated. Sure he was not a great looking guy and he could lose a few pounds, but he had always been smart and polite. Why was it nice guys always seemed to finish last? At least that was what he was asking himself. The last girl he asked simply told him "Not if I was 80 years old and desperate!" That’s what gave him the idea for revenge.
You see, Earl was not your average 17-year-old boy, but also a genius when it came to chemistry and biology. He had research geriatrics for his senior research paper and had stumbled across the chemical mechanism of aging in a human beings DNA make-up. He had also found a way to manipulate that DNA strand with a chemical compound. He had kept this a secret as he was hoping to use this discovery to write his Doctorial thesis with after he went through college and make his name and future career out of it. Perhaps even a Nobel Prize in science. But now he was going to use his knowledge to make the girls of East Valley High pay for their taunting, teasing and humiliation over the past 4 years.
Sneaking into the gym before the prom, he emptied a container of his chemical agent into the punch bowl. It was genetically specific to the mitochondria DNA strand, which could be found only in women, not in men.
Soon, it was time for the prom and all the girls came in with their escorts looking gorgeous as usual. Earl just sat back and watched as all the girls filed into the room in a long procession. Soon, music filled the gym and everyone was dancing. It did not take long for them to get thirsty and soon escorts were getting punch for all their dates and the girls were drinking hurriedly. Earl checked his watch and waited. The chemical reaction would vary from girl to girl based on their metabolism and genetic make-up. Also, the number of years they would age would vary based on this as well, including how much punch they had consumed.
The first girl he noticed was Becky Hughes. She was a tall, long legged beauty with long brown hair and large breasts. She was wearing a strapless dress. At 16, she was one of the schools prettiest and smartest girls. However, as she danced with her date, she seemed somewhat different, but only Earl noticed this change at first. She seemed to grow taller just a bit and fill out her dress a little more. Becky stopped dancing a few times to re-adjust her dress which was becoming uncomfortably tight. Her face also seemed more mature and her features sharper. The young 16-year-old boy she was slow dancing with did not notice that he was now dancing with a full-grown woman of 26. As they waltzed across the floor, Becky seemed to age a year every few seconds. Soon the boy was dancing with a full-grown woman old enough to be his mother as she passed 40 years of age. Slight strands of gray hair could be seen filling her hair which was in a tight bun and Earl could make out the fine lines and crows feet that accompanied middle-age. Soon she stopped dancing again but they did not stop their embrace, she just kicked off her now uncomfortably high-heeled shoes, exposing the feet of an older, mature woman, veined filled, thinning and becoming knarled from age.
Soon she was passing 60 and her hair was now mostly gray and her once long, firm arms were now loose and sagging, along with her now large breasts. Her face was sagging from age and wrinkles now too as her wrinkled hands began to shake from old age. "I think we should stop now Jeffery" rattled the old woman. The young boy pulled back in shock to stare at a 70 year old elderly woman that was once the head cheerleader. All he could do is gasp and run away while Becky could not understand what had happened as her mind began to wander as Alzheimer’s set in. She hobbled off the dance floor as on-lookers assumed some old alumni must have been attending the prom as well. "Must be from the class of 1912!" laughed one student.
Soon, all the girls began aging at various rates. One 15 year old girl named Rachel seemed to grow and age to about 50 years old almost instantly and then just stopped, her large breasts bursting out of her already tight dress and dropping as she screamed and ran to the bathroom. 16 year old girls became 70 year old grandmothers almost in a matter of seconds, even one 14 year old freshman girl aged 80 years to a ripe old age of 94 in only a minute, her withered body hunched over from age straining the short, tight teenage dress she was wearing, crying over her lost youth. She had aged through adolescence into a young teenage beauty, to young adulthood with a striking body, to middle age and then to the age of a grandmother and finally extreme old age in mere moments, unable to even enjoy her adulthood before advanced age ravaged her body.
Meanwhile, some couples had left the prom early to get into their boyfriends cars for make-out sessions. One girl, Sarah, had gotten into the back of her boyfriends limousine and she had decided that this was the night she wanted to lose her virginity. Her 18-year-old boyfriend Roger was the school football hero too, this night would be perfect she thought. As they began to make love with the lights our in the limo, they probed each other frantically as teenagers do. Little did Roger know, or could see was that his 16 year old girlfriend Sarah was already older than him and aging rapidly. He was surprised at how large her breasts had become as he unlatched her bra, which was straining to the limit as she aged into young adulthood. At 25 her hormones were racing to make up for lost time as she mounted him, hungry for all he could give her. As they began to rock back and forth it seemed that she aged a year for every gyration. roger was lost in the moment as he was helpless under her control as she was on top of him he closed his eyes and simply caressed her large breasts and nipples as he gyrated faster and faster. As she passed middle age at 40, her soft blonde hair was now getting strands of gray, but neither noticed. As she experienced menopause at 46, she shuddered with pleasure like she had never known, but she could not stop there. At 56 her breasts were now sagging and roger was wondering why they seemed so much softer than before and not as firm, but he did not want to stop. At 60 her hair was completely gray and her face was wrinkled and as she kissed Roger deeply and probed his mouth with her tongue, Roger felt her wrinkled lips kissing biddy and knew something was definitely wrong, but he let his dick think for him and ignored it.
Finally one final thrust came and Sarah let out a loud moan of ultimate pleasure and collapsed in Rogers’s arms. At 80 years of age, it would be the first and last orgasm she would ever have. Roger cradled the now elderly woman in the dark as she then smiled slowly and rattled out in a much lower and aged voice "How was that for you sweetie?"
Back in the gym, all hell had broken out as middle-aged and old women were screaming for help as their dates ran in horror at the scene wondering what had happened to their beautiful dates. As Earl simply enjoyed the spectacle and laughed, a gorgeous 28-year-old woman walked over to Earl. Her clothes were ripped, exposing her large, beautiful breasts and large nipples; her long, long legs were that of a model as was the rest of her body and face. "Earl?" she whispered, "Did you do this?" "Who are you?" exclaimed Earl.
"I'm Jennifer Thatcher, don’t you recognize me now?" Earl thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered Jennifer. She was a new freshman girl of 13 who was incredibly smart and mature for her age, but an ugly duckling no one had noticed, until now. "Uh, Jennifer? Yes, I guess I did. I just wanted to get even for all the mean things these girls did to me, I did not mean to hurt you." "Oh no Earl, this is the best thing you could have done for me! I always felt like a woman trapped in a child’s body and now I am free to experience life like I wanted. I understand your despair too. Would you like to join me and perhaps we could go out on a date." Earl smiled broadly. This night had worked out better than he could have planned.
As Earl and Jennifer made their way through the Gym past the sea of old woman hobbling around, some lost in senility, Earl could her one of old women exclaim "Someone get me something to drink before I die of old age!" Earl just smiled and strolled on past the refreshment stand.