Post by kingfaraday on Feb 20, 2018 14:54:34 GMT -6
The Curse By Merlin & Bobby
Professor Quigley had been curator of antiquities for the Museum of Egyptology for over 30 years. In his youth he had lead some of the great expeditions into the heart of Egypt's Valley of the Kings and was responsible for the uncovering of countless treasures, wonders and mysteries. Although he was famous within the small circle of Egyptology and the world of antiquities, to his Daughter's children and their friends he was simply "Grandpa", an old man who took care of dusty, boring artifacts.
Today, however, the professor was about as excited as he could be with the arrival of a new and rare antiquity. It was a scepter of unusual beauty and elegance found inside the tomb of a Priest of Ra. He had led that particular expedition back in early 1948 just prior to hostilities between Egypt and the new state of Israel. They had barely uncovered the tomb and it's artifacts before they were forced to leave Egypt due to the national emergency at hand. They had quickly boxed up some of the artifacts and photographed the walls of inscriptions before they had to leave. The artifacts had remained in storage at the British Museum unopened for the past 52 years due to legalities. Now the ban had been lifted due to a new openness policy with Egypt and they had forwarded them on to the former leader of the group, Professor Quigley, for examination and comparison to his original notes.
As the trucks gently unloaded the crates, he looked for one box marked with an "X" that he had placed on it years before Sure enough, one of the smaller dusty boxes had a large "X" painted on it. He directed the workmen to carry this box to his private office for unpacking. He had the workmen unseal the box with their hammers, but told them to leave it unopened until they left. Once alone, the professor carefully opened the box and peered inside.
At first, all he saw was shredded paper used to buffer the artifacts, but as he cleared it away, what he saw amazed him. A beautiful 20-inch long scepter lay on top of the wrappings and as he gently picked it up and pulled it out he realized he had forgotten just how stunning this artifact was. On top of the scepter was a golden image of the sun, which stood for the Egyptian god Ra and the rim was encrusted with large rubies. The staff itself was made of pure jade and at the base of the scepter was a large crystal. Engraved on the staff on four sides were various inscriptions in a rare form of hieroglyphs. These would need deciphering. Inside the box were also a number of black & white photographs of the wall inscriptions that surrounded the scepter when they first uncovered the tomb.
Folklore and legend had it that this priest had the power of life and death at his control and that the scepter had the power to grant eternal youth. It was a powerful myth that had lead tomb raider after tomb raider looking for the particular resting place, but the centuries of sand and time had safely kept the tomb hidden. There was one strange moment, however, when they had originally opened the tomb. It seemed as if the tomb had been disturbed to some degree. They had found a body near the entrance, which had very long hair and fingernails as if it had been trapped there for decades. But that had to be impossible, as no one could have survived in that tomb for decades. It was physically impossible.
Excitedly, Professor Quigley wrapped up the scepter and grabbed the photographs as well and rushed home in order to study the artifact further in his private study where he kept his most prized reference books and rare manuscripts.
He arrived home and within minutes he was busy translating the inscriptions on the scepter. It was a rare dialect used only within the circle of priests belonging to a sub-cult of Ra. There had only been one other example of it ever found and that was in 1936, and only a partial inscription was discovered. Soon there were at least 15 books open on his desk, all turned to pages dealing with various dialects and hieroglyphs. By the next day, exhaustedly he laid down, frustrated at the lack of understanding. As he dreamed, he slept for only a few hours when he bolted upright in bed and rushed back to his study. "That’s it, it has to be!" he muttered to himself. He quickly scanned the books on his wall and pulled out one on the wars of Napoleon. He found what he was looking for. A second lesser-known tablet was found by a French soldier along with the famous Rosetta stone and while the Rosetta stone had finally been given over to the British during the war and occupation of Egypt; the second tablet had been smuggled back to France. It had remained buried in the French National Museum for years and years. In fact, it was rumored that Hitler himself had ordered the museum ransacked to look for the piece but the resistance had saved it along with other artifacts and hidden them until the liberation of Paris.
The first photograph of the tablet surfaced in this new book on the wars of Napoleon and his plunders just a year ago. No one had still yet bothered to do any serious translation work on the tablet, as it seemed like just a rare novelty item. But Professor Quigley was sure it held the primer he would need to decipher the scepters text. He took a magnifying glass and looked carefully at the photograph. Sure enough, there was the rare dialect of hieroglyphs and directly below it was the same text in ancient Greek. He had found the primer!
He rushed back with his quick notes and began to compare them with those on the scepter. Now that he had a base of commonality and language, the glyphs seem to make more and more sense. Finally, after another two hours of work he had deciphered both the script on the scepter as well as that on the walls surrounding the scepter in the photographs. At the top of the scepter he finally understood the heading on it. "Hmmm...The Staff of Ages.... interesting." He then noticed that what he had written down from the rest of the staff was an incantation of some sort, but he quickly put that translation aside on his desk after making a bold note at the top that said "SPELL -- explore further".
He then looked at his notes for the translation of the walls glyphs. "In the name of Ra and Seth, we warn thee that all who come before the alter of age, if this tomb be disturbed and the staff of ages used without the proper blessings, a curse of..." there was a knock at the door that jolted the professor out of his trance. He walked quickly to the door hoping to dismiss whatever salesmen were there so he could get back to work. When he opened the door he was surprised to find his daughter with her two girls and two other girls as well in tow.
"Hey Dad, well here they are as promised. I appreciate you looking after them for me today" Quigley looked at her confused. "What are you talking about sweetie, you said I would like after them for the weekend beginning Saturday morning, it's only Friday." His daughter rolled her eyes. "Dad, it IS Saturday morning. You have been working on another project, haven't you? You will never change will you? Once you get started on something, you loose all thoughts of time and space and just zone in on your project. I will never understand how Mom put up with it for all those years” A sad smile appeared on Quigley's face. "Well, this may be hard for you to understand dear, but she respected my work and I loved her for it. Well, since I am the one at fault here, you girls better come on in!" "Thanks Grandpa" said the eldest girl Kate. Kate was a cute 12-year-old raven-haired beauty with short pageboy hair and a dark complexion, taking after her father. Her sister Hannah was a bright 10-year-old redheaded girl full of questions. However, both of them would rather be at the mall than here at their grandfather's dusty old house. They had brought along two of their friends for a slumber party. Jenny Takamora was a pretty 11-year-old Japanese girl while Rita Sanchez was a sweet 10-year-old Hispanic girl. Both of them were born and raised in America and did not even speak the language of their parents. They too looked bored at being condemned to spend the weekend at their friend’s grandfather's house. But it was the only way they could all have a slumber party together.
"Thanks Dad, I better hurry, I have to catch that flight to San Francisco soon. You girls behave yourself and have a good time, alright?" The girls all feigned smiles and hugged their mother. As soon as she had shut the door, the girls immediately all looked up at the old man. "Well, uh, why don't we go into the living room and chat, shall we?" You could have heard an audible moan from all the girls.
Three hours and 15 stories later, it was already past dark and Quigley was getting tired. "Well girls, I am going to go to bed. You can stay up and watch TV, but please stay out of my study, all right? There are some valuable things in there that I do not want disturbed." The girls all nodded as Quigley made his way to his room. He would work more on the scepter tomorrow morning while the girls were sleeping, but for now, he needed to get some rest. All those hours of research were catching up with him and he was exhausted. Once the door closed, the girls all perked up.
"Wow, I thought he would never leave!" sighed Jenny. "Yea, I know Jen,” said Kate," but he is our grandpa, so we put up with him. Besides, he can be kinda cool sometimes." Rita looked over at the study door. "Wonder what he meant by valuable stuff?" "Don't even think about it Rita" whispered Hannah. The girls all giggled and soon forgot about the study as they watched "The Baby-Sitter's Club" on video and then spent the next couple hours talking about boys and the latest gossip around the school. Soon however, they were getting bored. They had rented only one video and now the conversation was wearing thin. "So what do we do now?" said Jenny. "I know!" exclaimed Rita and before anyone could stop her she ran over to the study door and opened it and rushed inside. "RITA!" growled Kate; "You come out of there now!" Inside the study they heard Rita exclaim loudly " Oh god, help me!"
The 10-year old girls all rushed inside the study, but with the lights out they could not see anything. As they bunched up together they started to look under the desk when the lamp on it burst on, shedding light on Rita's distorted face just as she yelled, "BOO!" The girls all squealed in fright and then started giggling until they were on the floor. "Boy, I got you all good! You should have seen some of your faces!" Jenny looked up from the floor, "Very funny Rita, very funny!" Kate looked over at them, "You all better be glad Grandpa's bedroom is on the opposite side of the house upstairs or we would all be in big trouble now!" "Yea, yea, yea, yadda-yadda-yadda" mimicked Rita. It was then that they heard Hannah mutter, "Cool beans! Hey ya'll, take a look at this!" They all turned and saw Hannah holding the beautiful scepter.
"Wow, that is sooo cool!" exclaimed Jenny. "What is it Hannah?" marveled Rita. "I don't know, but it looks as though Grandpa was working on it, he has got all these notes on it lying on the table." "You be careful with that thing Hannah!" whispered Kate. "Kate, you’re beginning to sound like an old woman, why don’t you loosen up!" said Rita. About this time Jenny saw a piece of paper that caught her eye. "Whoa, coolness, there is a spell of some kind here! See?" She held up the paper marked "SPELL" and showed it around. "That is soo cool Jenny. Kate, your grandpa is cooler than we thought! What does it say Jenny?"
Jenny looked at the paper carefully for a moment and then decided to get back at Rita by being very melodramatic with it by using her hands and really emphasizing the words. "By the staff of ages and the will of Ra, I command ye to summon forth the power of time and age set forth in the book of the dead and fill the staff with your POWER!" As she raised her voice with the final words she threw her hands up in a dramatic gesture. Just then the room was illuminated by a thunderbolt, which shook the house, and a slight earthquake tremor sent them reeling to the floor. Hannah was sure not to let the staff fall from her hands though and the sound dissipated and the floor stop shaking, the girls all slowly got up, stunned and scared. "What...what did you do Jenny?" asked a shaky Rita. "I just spoke what was on this tablet, that’s all, I swear!" Just them, the crystal at the bottom of the staff began to glow and Hannah was mesmerized by it as it grew brighter and brighter. "Hannah, let go of it and lets get out of here!" yelled Kate. But before any of them could move, beams of light shot out of the staff hitting each of the girls squarely in the chest and knocking them down. When they all woke up, the heard the sound of the grandfather clock in the next room begins to strike midnight.
"Is everyone alright?" asked Kate as she hurried over to check on Hannah. "Yea, we are all fine, but the heck happened?" Said Jenny as she stood up and checked out Rita. "I am not sure but we better get gran.....man, is it warm in here or is it just me?" Rita was feeling the back of her neck, as sweat seemed to be coming off of all of them now. "I don't know, but man am I hot!"
It was at this time that Kate noticed something very wrong. The girls were all dressed in oversize t-shirts and nothing more except for their panties. Kate immediately felt her panties bunch up as if they were shrinking and that is when she noticed two small bumps on her chest swelling with each passing moment. "Oh god" she mumbled and could it be that he voice was different too? Each of the other girls began to feel the same thing as the heat on their bodies began to intensify.
"What's happening to us?" yelled Hannah. "I...I...I'm not sure..Oh god, I feel like I am on fire!!" screamed Rita. Each of the girls were now in intense pain as sweat covered their young bodies, drenching their t-shirts completely. Kate grabbed her short raven hair, as it seemed that every follicle was on fire. As she grabbed it, it felt as if she was pulling it longer as it seem to grow down to her shoulders in a few seconds. That’s when she felt her body begin to grow and stretch. She opened her eyes as she lowered her hands to her chest, which seem to be in intense pain and heat. As she put her hands on her chest she felt her nipples ache and swell, protruding through the wet t-shirt, and then suddenly they began to grow as if being filled with water. She cupped her new small breasts in her hand as they continued to swell. She also felt the hem of her t-shirt drag and pull itself up her legs. It had reached to her knees before but now it was almost half way up her thighs. She shook her head again feeling her wet, but now long hair flailing around her face and looked down as sweat dripped from her head. What she saw amazed her. Her legs were no longer the thin legs of an adolescent girl just approaching puberty, but those of a young woman, long and shapely, and she reached down and felt her thigh's expand into the curves of womanhood. Her panties were now stretching to the limit, turning into thongs as tight as they were now getting. It suddenly occurred what was happening to her...to each of them. "We're aging!" exclaimed Kate who immediately put her hand to her mouth as the voice sounded so strange, more adult as it was now a good two octaves lower than it once was. As she swirled around and almost lost her balance due to her new adult proportions, she was shocked to witness the other girl's transformations.
Hannah was still on the floor writhing in agony as her body went through dramatic changes. Her little sister was becoming not so little anymore. She was rapidly aging and approaching 14 years of age. As her body hit puberty she straightened out and arched her back with her hands to her chest feeling the same pain Kate had as her breasts rapidly appeared first as small bumps and then filled to large 36D proportions. Her legs seem to simply stretch, grow and become thicker and shapely as she curled them up under her then stretched them out again. Her hips expanded and her small panties snapped and disintegrated as she aged quickly past 18 and hit 20 years of age. Her now very long red hair was pooled around her body and her fingernails were long, at least 6 inches long on her now womanly hands. Her face had lost all of its innocence and the freckles around her nose had disappeared. Kate looked down and noticed that her fingernails were extremely long too and her hair now was so long that it reached almost to the ground, pulling a great weight on her head. There was also the weight of her now large 34C breasts. She was amazed that Hannah's had gotten so large and seemed to actually be taller than her now.
Just then the door burst open to reveal a very alarmed Professor Quigley. "What the hell is..." his voice stopped as he gasped as he came in just in time to witness Jenny and Rita's transformation. Rita was sitting on the floor-soaking wet. She had pulled her t-shirt up to her waist when a wave of pain hit her as she screamed "Madre' mea!" She arched her back with her hands behind her head as she grabbed the top of Quigley's desk. Her dark curly hair grew and cascaded down her shoulders in waves as it grew rapidly. She had stretched her legs out slightly bent as they stretched and grew. Her skin grew slightly darker as she aged past 14, 15, 16, her breasts appeared and grew rapidly from bumps to large swellings to very round large tear-dropped shaped breasts. Rita watched them grow in horror, not understanding what was happening to her young body "Santa Maria! Waz....waz happening to me?!!?" Her voice had a very distinct Spanish accent to it now which both confused her as well as the others. Her whole body took on the curves of womanhood as the flat straightness of childhood was quickly evolved into that of womanhood. Her panties were now shredded completely off of her and she looked down shocked to see a thick black bush of hair was now between her virgin thighs. As she hit 20 years of age, the pain ceased and she let go of the desk and collapsed exhausted.
Jenny on the other hand was still in agony. She had aged into a young teenage girl of 16 already and her whole body had undergone the changes of puberty with her breasts appearing and then rapidly developing into small melon-shaped breasts. Her body seemed to glisten with a golden color more deep than before. Her straight black hair had grown past her hips as she struggled to stay on her feet. She felt as if she was in an elevator, as the world around her got progressively smaller, not understanding that she was getting taller and taller. She looked at her fingers with amazement as tears flowed down her face as the fingers seem to be pulled by some magical force as they got longer and longer and her whole hand looked more womanly. She then felt a weight on her backside as she moved her hands down and felt her ass as it had widened with the curved of womanhood into a perfect "bubble butt", round, soft and firm. As she finally hit 20, the pain subsided in her as well, her large, pert breasts showing through her wet t-shirt as she noticed that her nipples were now the size of silver dollars. "Hadimash! What...what haappan....what...me having hard time tawking..." she was shocked at both how adult sounding her voice had become, yet soft and sensual, but also the thick Japanese accent that was now there and her mind seemed to be re-arranging itself to think in Japanese. She could still understand English but she had to concentrate very hard for that.
Quigley finally regained his composure as the last of the girls made their transition to womanhood. "What the hell did you girls do? What happened?!" Most of the "girls" were still in a state of shock, examining their new adult bodies in awe. Kate was the first to compose herself. "Hannah picked up that wand, excuse me..." Kate kept clearing her throat, unused to sounding so deep voiced as she now was, "then Jenny just said out-loud what you had on that pad over their, then this light came out of the wand and bang! We aged until we had grown up into adults!" Quigley took the whole thing in as quickly as he could, then his eyes darted around the room to see scantily clad frightened women surrounding him, huddling from the wet rags they were still dressed in, tears streaming down their faces. Quigley just sighed.
"Alright, we can figure this out, don't worry. But for now, you girls get upstairs to the bathroom and clean up, then go into my room and find some of Martha's old things and get dressed then come back down here, I am going to see if I can figure this thing out. The girls nodded and quickly walked out of the room lead by Kate. Each felt very strange as their new bodies moved so differently. They could feel their breasts swaying as large weights on their previously flat chests and their hips now gyrated as they walked. They had to think more about it so they could keep their balance. They disappeared up the stairs as Quigley immediately sat down and pulled all of his notes together. As he quickly scanned over them, his face turned ashen and his eyes widened in horror. "Oh my dear Lord" he uttered as he shuddered in fright.
The women stripped off their wet shirts in the bathroom and then stood shocked as they looked at each other in amazement. "Oh my god" whispered Kate. "This is soooo weird" muttered Hannah as she reached up and touched her nipples while examining herself in the mirror. The touch sent a wave of sensations through her like she had never known as she saw her nipples harden. "I no unerstand, me no talk like dis, me no espanish!" Rita's mind was now processing things in Spanish as she fought to translate her thoughts into English. Her voice was quite deep now as her long curly hair stretched to her ankles. Jenny was too shocked still to talk as she also examined herself in the mirror, touching the curves of her body with her now long fingernails. "Wow, I can't believe how much hair I have down here now" whispered Hannah as she saw her think red bush and touched the course hair. Kate shook herself into reality and turned around. "Alright girls, we need to get ourselves together if we are going to get out of this mess. First, let's cut our hair and fingernails back down to manageable size, and then let's see if we can find some clothes that will fit us." The girls all nodded in agreement as Kate pulled out the scissors and began cutting hair while they passed around the nail clippers.
By the time they had found some loose fitting sun dressed to put on, they found some panties that would fit them in Martha's old trunk, they had obviously belonged to Kate and Hannah's Mom when she was younger. But none of them could figure out how to put a bra on, or find one that would really fit, so they each went without. Staying barefoot, they walked back downstairs to the study to see if Quigley had found out anything. "Grandpa?" said Hannah as they walked gracefully into the room. Quigley turned around and was still shocked at what he saw. The 4 girls were now full-grown adult women, and beautiful ones at that. That had cut their hair to shoulder length and in those dressed they looked stunning. Hannah was having a hard time with her dress due to her enormous breasts, which pressed tightly against the top of the dress revealing an abundant cleavage. He also noticed that none of them were wearing bras, and he had to shake himself in embarrassment to get himself back to reality. "Uh, um, good, you, uh, girls come on in and over here. I have got some good news and bad news." The girls walked over with some trepidation. "Ok grandpa, good news first" said Kate.
"Well, there is a spell that can reverse the process and restore each of you to your original ages, however..." he paused. "Why do I no like de zound of dat?" muttered Rita. "I am going to have to search for the proper spell, it's not here." The girls looked a bit shocked at this but then Hannah spoke up. "Well, I guess being an adult for a few days will be pretty cool." Quigley looked over at the girls gravely. "We don't have a few days. You girls don't understand what happened. You see, when you spoke the spell, you had not given the scepter the proper blessing first. When you failed to do that, you released the curse that is placed on the scepter. And it's a pretty nasty curse too."
"What do you mean we don't have a few days Grandpa? What does this curse do anyway?" said a now very frightened Kate. "Well, what it does is curse you to double your age each day at the "apex of darkness and light when all is in perfect balance", that is what they mean by midnight. This will happen until you each die of extreme old age." The girls were too shocked to speak for a moment. "You mean were are double our original ages now...gee that make all of us 20 except for Kate who is now 24." Hannah though out loud. "But then...Jesus! You mean at midnight tonight we will double our age again? That will put us in our 40's!" Quigley sighed. "Yes, and the night after that you will age into your 80's, and I doubt you will survive the next night after that."
"What...we do?" uttered a scared Jenny in a soft Japanese accent. "Well, I need to fly to London to retrieve the rest of my documents, I am sure the proper blessing is located somewhere in there. In the meantime, you girls stay here at the house and don't worry. I will be back in time, I promise. However, I won't make it back in time for the next transformation, and possibly the next one either, so you better prepare yourselves. But I will be back before the third and I promise to have this all sorted out before then."
"What about Rita and Jenny, they never spoke those languages before, or looked that ethnic before either, what’s the deal with that? " Said Kate. "Well, best I can figure it is that the scepter also purifies the soul and tries to restore and align it to its purest state. So Rita and Jenny are basically 'de-evolving' back to their purest ethnic roots. It may not get any worse, or it may get more intense with each transformation, I really have no idea."
Quigley quickly booked a flight to London that was leaving in just a couple hours and he quickly packed. As he headed to the door he hugged each of the women good-bye. "Good luck girls and stay inside. Here is some money in case you need anything, but just take care of yourselves and remember, the transformations occur right at midnight, so be prepared!" The each nodded as he walked out the door. He looked back momentarily and witnessed the sad look on each of the young women's eyes as he jumped in the cab and sped off to the airport. It was 6:00am in the morning. They had 18 hours before the next stroke of midnight.
The Curse
Part II
By Merlin & Bobby
The girls all tried to get some sleep, but without much success. They were still not very comfortable “in their own skin” so to speak and curiosity was getting the better of them. For the next six hours there were numerous times that each of them in turn retreated to some private room or bathroom and each explored their new adult bodies as hormones now raged inside of them as new and sweet erotic feelings permeated their bodies. Soft sounds of moaning and the occasional squeal of delight and even one “Oh My God!” screamed out load were heard over the course of the next few hours.
By noon, each of them were starving and also getting cabin fever. Katie, being the oldest of the four (now 24 years old), made the executive decision.
“All right, we’ve got money and I think we could all use a breather, so how about we get dressed as best we can and head to the mall for something to eat and perhaps get some new clothes?”
The girls all grinned and nodded in agreement as they quickly got back into their sun dressed – san bra’s – and prepared to head to the mall. They had to call a cab as none could drive and it was too far to walk.
As they walked into the food court of the mall, they felt more at home, as they saw many kids that they knew and went to school with, but the reality of their situation suddenly hit them as one of Hanna and Rita’s best friends, a young 10 year old girl named Sally, accidently bumped into Hanna trying to get past her to the arcade. “Excuse me Ma’am” she said as she rushed by and giggled.
“She didn’t even recognize me” said a stunned Rita.
“They all look so young” whispered Hanna.
Katie cleared her voice and tried to snap them out of it. “Ok ladies, let’s get something to eat first and then we go shopping”
They all went over to Taco Bell where they each ordered. The 16 year old boy that took their order was someone they all knew, or used to, and one that Katie had a crush on. He was polite and treated them like the adult women they now were. But he fidgeted a bit as he couldn’t help but notice their nipples pushing through the fabric of their sun dresses as they were not wearing bra’s. He got all flushed when an adult Katie accidentally showed some generous cleavage when she bent over to pick up a dropped quarter.
As they sat down to eat, Katie couldn’t help but look at boy behind the counter. “I can’t help feeling weird about this. I mean, I used to have this huge crush on him, and he seemed so much older than me then. Now he just seems like an immature boy.”
“Well check out that hunk!” exclaimed Hanna as the girls all turned to see a handsome 30 year old executive eating his lunch nearby. “He is hot!” Rita smiled at the man and whispered to Katie, “Si, he iz mucho cute!” in a thick Spanish accent. “Geez!” sighed Katie, “Yesterday that man would have seemed ancient to us, now he seems just right.” The man looked up and smiled at the four women and each of them began to feel all warm and tingly and they each squirmed in their seats as they tried to fight their primal urges.
It was Hanna who finally said what was on all their minds. “What if Grandpa doesn’t get back in time, or he doesn’t find the reversal spell? I don’t want to die a virgin! I mean, do we want to all die of old age and never know what is means to be a woman?”
There was a long silence before Katie broke in. “Look, I feel just like all of you, but although we may look like adult women and even feel like it, we are still just little girls, and I for one am not ready to just give up or let these hormones take control. We need to trust this will work out. I think we better for-go the shopping and head back to the house before we completely lose control of ourselves.”
The girls all nodded disappointingly and headed back to the street and hailed another cab.
By the time they got back to the house it was late afternoon and the strain of the night and that day was finally taking a toll on them as they each in turn collapsed on the bed and fell sound asleep.
Suddenly, Katie was yelling and shaking everyone awake. “Get up! Get up! It’s almost midnight! We slept right through the evening!”
The girls all sat up quickly and looked at each other in fear, “Oh my God!” mumbled Jenny, “It is about to happen again!”
The girls were all scared as each of them began to frantically move about the house, each ran into a separate room, not wanting to share their transformation with each other, and each went into a room where there was some sort of mirror. They were gazing into mirrors looking at their adult youth and beauty and wondering if it would really happen again when the clock began to strike midnight.
As the clock began to chime, Rita felt the fear suddenly well up inside her as she realized how little time w as left for her and her friends. She hoped Professor Quigley would return soon. Rita felt something else, though; a sense of regret of losing her newfound beauty. After all, she was a gorgeous 20-year-old who could most likely have any man she wanted, and she never even had a chance to find out. She thought briefly of that handsome man she and the others saw at the mall and she felt regret for not acting on her feelings at that time. If only she had not listened to Katie and she closed her eyes briefly and imagined his strong hands on her.
The twelfth chime of the grandfather clock brought her quickly back to the current situation as the heat again began to build within her. "Por favor, not again!" she cried as the beads of sweat started breaking out across her brow. She felt the peculiar sensation of her hair lengthening rapidly, already reaching the middle of her back, and she held her trembling hand in front of her to see her nails extend past her fingertips as if she were watching a time-lapse film.
Even worse was the feeling Rita had that she was losing even more of her grasp of her native language. It seemed that every passing second stole English words from her vocabulary and replaced them with Spanish.
" Por qué...why...ay, no puedo hablar inglés!" The frustration was maddening as she struggled to find the words to say what she wanted. Also disturbing was that it was getting harder and harder to understand English.
Rita gradually became aware of her tightening sundress. She looked down to see that it was getting snug. In fact it was already beyond snug and was downright tight. She was well into her twenties and to her chagrin was starting to look a bit heavier. She felt her stomach and was shocked to feel how soft it had gotten.
"Qué pasa?" she cried. Running to a full-length mirror in the hallway she could see her face was starting to fill out and she could have sworn that her upper arms were looking softer as well, almost flabby. "Díos mío! Estoy engordando!" The heat seemed to be increasing in intensity and her chest and arms were now wet with perspiration. Her nails were over and inch long as Rita entered her thirties. Her dress was becoming very uncomfortable as her body grew in size. Her cleavage deepened as her breasts enlarged and softened, sagging a bit from the fat accumulating in them. "Mis tetas!", she exclaimed, instinctively grabbing them as if to keep them from sagging any further. Reaching around behind her Rita could feel her buttocks swelling and rounding our more with age and her dress was clinging to her wider hips like a sausage skin. Her hair had grown to her waist and was still getting longer. Her thighs bulged out slightly under the hem of the dress as her legs thickened with maturity.
As she passed through her mid-thirties Rita's dress was soaked with sweat and the constrictive material was forcing her to take short quick breaths. "Tengo que quitarme este vestido," she said, in a voice that was growing huskier and less youthful. Rita struggled to reach the zipper on the back of the dress, twisting herself around back and forth with her arm a awkwardly searching behind her, but with her increasingly long nails she could not get a grip on the elusive zipper. Soon it didn't matter, however, when the seam along her left hip began to tear, then the right. In her effort to reach the zipper her contortions further strained the material and the small tears became gaps. Apparently the dress, which was relatively loose on her 20-year-old body, was not intended to be worn by a more full-figured woman, and it was quickly giving up the ghost as the pounds piled onto the 38-year-old Rita's body. The gaps became longer and longer, exposing the tan skin of her hips and waist. Rita finally had enough and, grasping both sides of the gap on her left side, yanked as hard as she could and the whole seam separated in one swift motion, leaving the overtaxed dress just hanging on the right side of her torso. She quickly removed the tattered remains and stood in her tight panties in front of the hall mirror.
Strangely enough, where before she was fearful of losing her youth, she now seemed comfortable, in fact downright satisfied with her new look. She brushed back a few long strands of hair from her face and smiled as she surveyed her new body. This phase of the curse finally came to an end and the 40-year-old breathed a sigh of relief as the heat dissipated and her body temperature returned to normal. "Yo fui una chica muy bonita, pero ahora soy una mujer!" she said proudly. Her curves were spectacular. She cupped her new larger breasts in her hands and admired their size and weight. She then placed her hands on her full, wide hips and swiveled back and forth, all the while smiling broadly. Her skin had darkened a little more to a deep golden color, which complemented her new voluptuous figure. She had a few gray hairs, but nothing too drastic. Her face had filled out and was just showing the faint lines near her eyes and deep laugh lines around her mouth. Her stomach had softened and bulged ever so slightly, but she still maintained a dramatic hourglass figure with her flaring hips and full thighs that just barely touched at the top. Her legs were beautiful, although cellulite was starting to accumulate a bit on the backs of her thighs.
"Es la hora de mostrar a las muchachas la nueva Rita!" she said sexily, and walked back into the room where her friends were, hips swaying provocatively.
In another room, Jenny cringed when the clock began striking midnight, bracing herself for her imminent transformation. She had just started to actually get used to her new body, and here she was about to become a middle-aged woman. She ran her hands up and down her young body and thought about how she and her friends might never get back to their old selves again. It was so sad to lose so many years in such a short time, and she wiped a tear from her eye as the clock stopped chiming and the heat began to build.
"So hot," she said softly as she closed her eyes and the transformation started. It was the strangest feeling, she felt tired but almost energized at the same time. She could feel the changes running through her body like the blood through her veins. Jenny arched her back and leaned against a small table, moaning softly and letting the heat wash over her. All her thoughts of lost years vanished as the changes began in full force. All she could feel was the intense heat and the churning inside her rapidly changing body. Jenny's formerly shoulder-length hair started to touch the table as it grew and she could feel her already substantial breasts seem to grow even larger and stand out further from her chest, pushing her dress out more. A similar change was taking place at the other end as her dress tightened around her expanding butt.
"How long...this going on?" she said in a thicker accent. When Jenny reached 30, a different feeling came over her through the heat. Everything started to feel loose, for lack of a better word. Her once pert breasts started to slide slightly down her chest under their added weight, and she opened her eyes, holding a hand in front of her face. Veins were starting to show a bit under the looser skin as she wiggled her fingers with their 3-inch-nails. "This no good," she said in an increasingly thick Japanese accent. "I no want be old!" Looking down, Jenny shuddered when she saw her taught golden legs lose some of their muscle tone. Her stomach wasn't necessarily getting fatter but the skin there was also getting less elastic and starting to sag ever so slightly. She could feel how much it had changed when she ran her hands over it. But Asian women always seem to age better than others and she still remained a beautiful woman as her body was aging very well.
But she was beginning to feel tired as she neared 40, as if she had been running a marathon. Her breathing was very heavy and her muscles ached. Jenny moved away from the table and approached a mirror on the wall. She saw the lines of age beginning to affect her face, although not too severely. Other than that she was still a beautiful, mature Japanese woman. Her dress still fit her except in the bust and hips where it was somewhat tight, though not uncomfortably so. The dress compressed her breasts together from the sides forcing generous cleavage up through the neckline and she could see the outline of her panties through the tight material around her buttocks. She felt hot, exhausted but strangely aroused as well as she saw a very beautiful and alluring middle-aged Japanese woman in the mirror. She still retained her knowledge of English, but it was now a second language behind Japanese as she had to concentrate to speak English and even then, only a broken English as if she were a mature Japanese business woman trying to learn the language. But it all felt strangely natural. In fact this transformation felt more comfortable than the first one for some strange reason. “Domo eta hadimash! I still pretty and feel….what is word? Ah! Me feel sexy!”
Katie had just shut the door to her uncle’s bedroom when a very strong hot flash hit her that almost knocked her to the ground. She suddenly regretted not acting upon her instincts at the mall when it came to finding a man as she gripped the chair in front of her and watched the full length mirror in front of her as the transformations began. Sweat dripped from her body as she watched with awe as her 24-year-old body began to age. The realization that her age was about to double scared and fascinated her at the same time. As the years began to pile on she felt her large breasts swell just a bit more as what little baby fat melted away making her facial features sharper and more mature. As she passed thirty, she began to cringe as she saw slight lines appear and deepen with each passing year. By the time she reached forty she could see gray hairs begin to weave their way through her once rich raven hair. She looked at her hands and saw the veins appear and become more apparent and worn. At forty-five the lines really began to deepen as slight wrinkles began to form around her eyes and her hair became a salt and pepper mix of gray and black. She could feel her large breasts begin to sag in the sundress as her nails grew longer still.
As she finally hit 48 years of age it stopped and staring back at Katie was an extremely mature, adult middle-aged woman who was now almost old enough for AARP membership. She looked down at her bare feet, which now ached slightly and saw that they were worn and weathered. Her once long and very supple, sexy legs were worn as they fought off the ravages of time. She was still quite beautiful for a middle-aged woman though, but it was certainly a mature beauty as there was little resemblance to the once adolescent 12-year-old girl who had once had a crush on the 16-year-old boy at Taco Bell. But strangely, she did not break down and cry; rather she seemed to revel in her newfound maturity. She felt more confidant, mature and very sure of herself. Something she had not felt when she was either 12 or 24. And she saw herself as an independent adult woman now, not a scared little girl. This surprised and pleased her at the same time.
Hannah had heard the other girls moaning with the beginning of their transformations as she had locked herself into the master bathroom when it finally hit her. “Oh God, no! I don’t want to be…ah!” she felt the hot flashes as she looked in the mirror and watched the youthful 20 year-old redhead begins to age. Hanna had heard that Red heads don’t tend to age as well as most and she could now see why. Her pale skin with freckles while very beautiful as a young woman began to age quickly. She rapidly shot through her twenties and she felt her breasts grow and fill out more as she became quite top heavy as they burst the top of her sun dress open as they filled out to a D-Cup. Her areolas were quite large and her nipples erect and sweat dripped off their tips and down around the soft curves of her enormous cleavage. Her red hair grew quickly longer below her shoulders as gray hair quickly found its way into her rich red mane. Lines, creases and crinkles appeared around hr eyes and mouth as she shot through her thirties.
She could see and feel her large breasts begin to sag with age as their heavy weight made her feel so adult. She could also feel her panties get tight as her round ass filled out slightly more and then sagged some. As she hit 40 years of age it stopped and she looked up to see that her red hair was still prominent but there was a very visible and noticeable white streak of hair down one side of her head. Her freckles were still apparent but her features were sharp and distinct. She suddenly realized that she was now much older than her own mother, ten years older in fact. But like the others, she was still quite attractive for a middle-aged woman and it all seemed so natural now. But moreover, she was incredibly horny. She had never shown any interest in boys as she had only been 10 years old. Then at 20 she found them very interesting. Now she wanted not a boy, but a man. She wanted a man inside of her. Just the mere thought of it made her bite her lower lip as she caressed her large breasts with one hand and pulled up the hem of her torn dress with the other and felt her moist panties as she reached in and began to finger herself at the mere thought of sex. She had an itch and it needed to be scratched badly.
She then wondered what the other “girls” looked like now and if they felt the same desires she did.
Professor Quigley had been curator of antiquities for the Museum of Egyptology for over 30 years. In his youth he had lead some of the great expeditions into the heart of Egypt's Valley of the Kings and was responsible for the uncovering of countless treasures, wonders and mysteries. Although he was famous within the small circle of Egyptology and the world of antiquities, to his Daughter's children and their friends he was simply "Grandpa", an old man who took care of dusty, boring artifacts.
Today, however, the professor was about as excited as he could be with the arrival of a new and rare antiquity. It was a scepter of unusual beauty and elegance found inside the tomb of a Priest of Ra. He had led that particular expedition back in early 1948 just prior to hostilities between Egypt and the new state of Israel. They had barely uncovered the tomb and it's artifacts before they were forced to leave Egypt due to the national emergency at hand. They had quickly boxed up some of the artifacts and photographed the walls of inscriptions before they had to leave. The artifacts had remained in storage at the British Museum unopened for the past 52 years due to legalities. Now the ban had been lifted due to a new openness policy with Egypt and they had forwarded them on to the former leader of the group, Professor Quigley, for examination and comparison to his original notes.
As the trucks gently unloaded the crates, he looked for one box marked with an "X" that he had placed on it years before Sure enough, one of the smaller dusty boxes had a large "X" painted on it. He directed the workmen to carry this box to his private office for unpacking. He had the workmen unseal the box with their hammers, but told them to leave it unopened until they left. Once alone, the professor carefully opened the box and peered inside.
At first, all he saw was shredded paper used to buffer the artifacts, but as he cleared it away, what he saw amazed him. A beautiful 20-inch long scepter lay on top of the wrappings and as he gently picked it up and pulled it out he realized he had forgotten just how stunning this artifact was. On top of the scepter was a golden image of the sun, which stood for the Egyptian god Ra and the rim was encrusted with large rubies. The staff itself was made of pure jade and at the base of the scepter was a large crystal. Engraved on the staff on four sides were various inscriptions in a rare form of hieroglyphs. These would need deciphering. Inside the box were also a number of black & white photographs of the wall inscriptions that surrounded the scepter when they first uncovered the tomb.
Folklore and legend had it that this priest had the power of life and death at his control and that the scepter had the power to grant eternal youth. It was a powerful myth that had lead tomb raider after tomb raider looking for the particular resting place, but the centuries of sand and time had safely kept the tomb hidden. There was one strange moment, however, when they had originally opened the tomb. It seemed as if the tomb had been disturbed to some degree. They had found a body near the entrance, which had very long hair and fingernails as if it had been trapped there for decades. But that had to be impossible, as no one could have survived in that tomb for decades. It was physically impossible.
Excitedly, Professor Quigley wrapped up the scepter and grabbed the photographs as well and rushed home in order to study the artifact further in his private study where he kept his most prized reference books and rare manuscripts.
He arrived home and within minutes he was busy translating the inscriptions on the scepter. It was a rare dialect used only within the circle of priests belonging to a sub-cult of Ra. There had only been one other example of it ever found and that was in 1936, and only a partial inscription was discovered. Soon there were at least 15 books open on his desk, all turned to pages dealing with various dialects and hieroglyphs. By the next day, exhaustedly he laid down, frustrated at the lack of understanding. As he dreamed, he slept for only a few hours when he bolted upright in bed and rushed back to his study. "That’s it, it has to be!" he muttered to himself. He quickly scanned the books on his wall and pulled out one on the wars of Napoleon. He found what he was looking for. A second lesser-known tablet was found by a French soldier along with the famous Rosetta stone and while the Rosetta stone had finally been given over to the British during the war and occupation of Egypt; the second tablet had been smuggled back to France. It had remained buried in the French National Museum for years and years. In fact, it was rumored that Hitler himself had ordered the museum ransacked to look for the piece but the resistance had saved it along with other artifacts and hidden them until the liberation of Paris.
The first photograph of the tablet surfaced in this new book on the wars of Napoleon and his plunders just a year ago. No one had still yet bothered to do any serious translation work on the tablet, as it seemed like just a rare novelty item. But Professor Quigley was sure it held the primer he would need to decipher the scepters text. He took a magnifying glass and looked carefully at the photograph. Sure enough, there was the rare dialect of hieroglyphs and directly below it was the same text in ancient Greek. He had found the primer!
He rushed back with his quick notes and began to compare them with those on the scepter. Now that he had a base of commonality and language, the glyphs seem to make more and more sense. Finally, after another two hours of work he had deciphered both the script on the scepter as well as that on the walls surrounding the scepter in the photographs. At the top of the scepter he finally understood the heading on it. "Hmmm...The Staff of Ages.... interesting." He then noticed that what he had written down from the rest of the staff was an incantation of some sort, but he quickly put that translation aside on his desk after making a bold note at the top that said "SPELL -- explore further".
He then looked at his notes for the translation of the walls glyphs. "In the name of Ra and Seth, we warn thee that all who come before the alter of age, if this tomb be disturbed and the staff of ages used without the proper blessings, a curse of..." there was a knock at the door that jolted the professor out of his trance. He walked quickly to the door hoping to dismiss whatever salesmen were there so he could get back to work. When he opened the door he was surprised to find his daughter with her two girls and two other girls as well in tow.
"Hey Dad, well here they are as promised. I appreciate you looking after them for me today" Quigley looked at her confused. "What are you talking about sweetie, you said I would like after them for the weekend beginning Saturday morning, it's only Friday." His daughter rolled her eyes. "Dad, it IS Saturday morning. You have been working on another project, haven't you? You will never change will you? Once you get started on something, you loose all thoughts of time and space and just zone in on your project. I will never understand how Mom put up with it for all those years” A sad smile appeared on Quigley's face. "Well, this may be hard for you to understand dear, but she respected my work and I loved her for it. Well, since I am the one at fault here, you girls better come on in!" "Thanks Grandpa" said the eldest girl Kate. Kate was a cute 12-year-old raven-haired beauty with short pageboy hair and a dark complexion, taking after her father. Her sister Hannah was a bright 10-year-old redheaded girl full of questions. However, both of them would rather be at the mall than here at their grandfather's dusty old house. They had brought along two of their friends for a slumber party. Jenny Takamora was a pretty 11-year-old Japanese girl while Rita Sanchez was a sweet 10-year-old Hispanic girl. Both of them were born and raised in America and did not even speak the language of their parents. They too looked bored at being condemned to spend the weekend at their friend’s grandfather's house. But it was the only way they could all have a slumber party together.
"Thanks Dad, I better hurry, I have to catch that flight to San Francisco soon. You girls behave yourself and have a good time, alright?" The girls all feigned smiles and hugged their mother. As soon as she had shut the door, the girls immediately all looked up at the old man. "Well, uh, why don't we go into the living room and chat, shall we?" You could have heard an audible moan from all the girls.
Three hours and 15 stories later, it was already past dark and Quigley was getting tired. "Well girls, I am going to go to bed. You can stay up and watch TV, but please stay out of my study, all right? There are some valuable things in there that I do not want disturbed." The girls all nodded as Quigley made his way to his room. He would work more on the scepter tomorrow morning while the girls were sleeping, but for now, he needed to get some rest. All those hours of research were catching up with him and he was exhausted. Once the door closed, the girls all perked up.
"Wow, I thought he would never leave!" sighed Jenny. "Yea, I know Jen,” said Kate," but he is our grandpa, so we put up with him. Besides, he can be kinda cool sometimes." Rita looked over at the study door. "Wonder what he meant by valuable stuff?" "Don't even think about it Rita" whispered Hannah. The girls all giggled and soon forgot about the study as they watched "The Baby-Sitter's Club" on video and then spent the next couple hours talking about boys and the latest gossip around the school. Soon however, they were getting bored. They had rented only one video and now the conversation was wearing thin. "So what do we do now?" said Jenny. "I know!" exclaimed Rita and before anyone could stop her she ran over to the study door and opened it and rushed inside. "RITA!" growled Kate; "You come out of there now!" Inside the study they heard Rita exclaim loudly " Oh god, help me!"
The 10-year old girls all rushed inside the study, but with the lights out they could not see anything. As they bunched up together they started to look under the desk when the lamp on it burst on, shedding light on Rita's distorted face just as she yelled, "BOO!" The girls all squealed in fright and then started giggling until they were on the floor. "Boy, I got you all good! You should have seen some of your faces!" Jenny looked up from the floor, "Very funny Rita, very funny!" Kate looked over at them, "You all better be glad Grandpa's bedroom is on the opposite side of the house upstairs or we would all be in big trouble now!" "Yea, yea, yea, yadda-yadda-yadda" mimicked Rita. It was then that they heard Hannah mutter, "Cool beans! Hey ya'll, take a look at this!" They all turned and saw Hannah holding the beautiful scepter.
"Wow, that is sooo cool!" exclaimed Jenny. "What is it Hannah?" marveled Rita. "I don't know, but it looks as though Grandpa was working on it, he has got all these notes on it lying on the table." "You be careful with that thing Hannah!" whispered Kate. "Kate, you’re beginning to sound like an old woman, why don’t you loosen up!" said Rita. About this time Jenny saw a piece of paper that caught her eye. "Whoa, coolness, there is a spell of some kind here! See?" She held up the paper marked "SPELL" and showed it around. "That is soo cool Jenny. Kate, your grandpa is cooler than we thought! What does it say Jenny?"
Jenny looked at the paper carefully for a moment and then decided to get back at Rita by being very melodramatic with it by using her hands and really emphasizing the words. "By the staff of ages and the will of Ra, I command ye to summon forth the power of time and age set forth in the book of the dead and fill the staff with your POWER!" As she raised her voice with the final words she threw her hands up in a dramatic gesture. Just then the room was illuminated by a thunderbolt, which shook the house, and a slight earthquake tremor sent them reeling to the floor. Hannah was sure not to let the staff fall from her hands though and the sound dissipated and the floor stop shaking, the girls all slowly got up, stunned and scared. "What...what did you do Jenny?" asked a shaky Rita. "I just spoke what was on this tablet, that’s all, I swear!" Just them, the crystal at the bottom of the staff began to glow and Hannah was mesmerized by it as it grew brighter and brighter. "Hannah, let go of it and lets get out of here!" yelled Kate. But before any of them could move, beams of light shot out of the staff hitting each of the girls squarely in the chest and knocking them down. When they all woke up, the heard the sound of the grandfather clock in the next room begins to strike midnight.
"Is everyone alright?" asked Kate as she hurried over to check on Hannah. "Yea, we are all fine, but the heck happened?" Said Jenny as she stood up and checked out Rita. "I am not sure but we better get gran.....man, is it warm in here or is it just me?" Rita was feeling the back of her neck, as sweat seemed to be coming off of all of them now. "I don't know, but man am I hot!"
It was at this time that Kate noticed something very wrong. The girls were all dressed in oversize t-shirts and nothing more except for their panties. Kate immediately felt her panties bunch up as if they were shrinking and that is when she noticed two small bumps on her chest swelling with each passing moment. "Oh god" she mumbled and could it be that he voice was different too? Each of the other girls began to feel the same thing as the heat on their bodies began to intensify.
"What's happening to us?" yelled Hannah. "I...I...I'm not sure..Oh god, I feel like I am on fire!!" screamed Rita. Each of the girls were now in intense pain as sweat covered their young bodies, drenching their t-shirts completely. Kate grabbed her short raven hair, as it seemed that every follicle was on fire. As she grabbed it, it felt as if she was pulling it longer as it seem to grow down to her shoulders in a few seconds. That’s when she felt her body begin to grow and stretch. She opened her eyes as she lowered her hands to her chest, which seem to be in intense pain and heat. As she put her hands on her chest she felt her nipples ache and swell, protruding through the wet t-shirt, and then suddenly they began to grow as if being filled with water. She cupped her new small breasts in her hand as they continued to swell. She also felt the hem of her t-shirt drag and pull itself up her legs. It had reached to her knees before but now it was almost half way up her thighs. She shook her head again feeling her wet, but now long hair flailing around her face and looked down as sweat dripped from her head. What she saw amazed her. Her legs were no longer the thin legs of an adolescent girl just approaching puberty, but those of a young woman, long and shapely, and she reached down and felt her thigh's expand into the curves of womanhood. Her panties were now stretching to the limit, turning into thongs as tight as they were now getting. It suddenly occurred what was happening to her...to each of them. "We're aging!" exclaimed Kate who immediately put her hand to her mouth as the voice sounded so strange, more adult as it was now a good two octaves lower than it once was. As she swirled around and almost lost her balance due to her new adult proportions, she was shocked to witness the other girl's transformations.
Hannah was still on the floor writhing in agony as her body went through dramatic changes. Her little sister was becoming not so little anymore. She was rapidly aging and approaching 14 years of age. As her body hit puberty she straightened out and arched her back with her hands to her chest feeling the same pain Kate had as her breasts rapidly appeared first as small bumps and then filled to large 36D proportions. Her legs seem to simply stretch, grow and become thicker and shapely as she curled them up under her then stretched them out again. Her hips expanded and her small panties snapped and disintegrated as she aged quickly past 18 and hit 20 years of age. Her now very long red hair was pooled around her body and her fingernails were long, at least 6 inches long on her now womanly hands. Her face had lost all of its innocence and the freckles around her nose had disappeared. Kate looked down and noticed that her fingernails were extremely long too and her hair now was so long that it reached almost to the ground, pulling a great weight on her head. There was also the weight of her now large 34C breasts. She was amazed that Hannah's had gotten so large and seemed to actually be taller than her now.
Just then the door burst open to reveal a very alarmed Professor Quigley. "What the hell is..." his voice stopped as he gasped as he came in just in time to witness Jenny and Rita's transformation. Rita was sitting on the floor-soaking wet. She had pulled her t-shirt up to her waist when a wave of pain hit her as she screamed "Madre' mea!" She arched her back with her hands behind her head as she grabbed the top of Quigley's desk. Her dark curly hair grew and cascaded down her shoulders in waves as it grew rapidly. She had stretched her legs out slightly bent as they stretched and grew. Her skin grew slightly darker as she aged past 14, 15, 16, her breasts appeared and grew rapidly from bumps to large swellings to very round large tear-dropped shaped breasts. Rita watched them grow in horror, not understanding what was happening to her young body "Santa Maria! Waz....waz happening to me?!!?" Her voice had a very distinct Spanish accent to it now which both confused her as well as the others. Her whole body took on the curves of womanhood as the flat straightness of childhood was quickly evolved into that of womanhood. Her panties were now shredded completely off of her and she looked down shocked to see a thick black bush of hair was now between her virgin thighs. As she hit 20 years of age, the pain ceased and she let go of the desk and collapsed exhausted.
Jenny on the other hand was still in agony. She had aged into a young teenage girl of 16 already and her whole body had undergone the changes of puberty with her breasts appearing and then rapidly developing into small melon-shaped breasts. Her body seemed to glisten with a golden color more deep than before. Her straight black hair had grown past her hips as she struggled to stay on her feet. She felt as if she was in an elevator, as the world around her got progressively smaller, not understanding that she was getting taller and taller. She looked at her fingers with amazement as tears flowed down her face as the fingers seem to be pulled by some magical force as they got longer and longer and her whole hand looked more womanly. She then felt a weight on her backside as she moved her hands down and felt her ass as it had widened with the curved of womanhood into a perfect "bubble butt", round, soft and firm. As she finally hit 20, the pain subsided in her as well, her large, pert breasts showing through her wet t-shirt as she noticed that her nipples were now the size of silver dollars. "Hadimash! What...what haappan....what...me having hard time tawking..." she was shocked at both how adult sounding her voice had become, yet soft and sensual, but also the thick Japanese accent that was now there and her mind seemed to be re-arranging itself to think in Japanese. She could still understand English but she had to concentrate very hard for that.
Quigley finally regained his composure as the last of the girls made their transition to womanhood. "What the hell did you girls do? What happened?!" Most of the "girls" were still in a state of shock, examining their new adult bodies in awe. Kate was the first to compose herself. "Hannah picked up that wand, excuse me..." Kate kept clearing her throat, unused to sounding so deep voiced as she now was, "then Jenny just said out-loud what you had on that pad over their, then this light came out of the wand and bang! We aged until we had grown up into adults!" Quigley took the whole thing in as quickly as he could, then his eyes darted around the room to see scantily clad frightened women surrounding him, huddling from the wet rags they were still dressed in, tears streaming down their faces. Quigley just sighed.
"Alright, we can figure this out, don't worry. But for now, you girls get upstairs to the bathroom and clean up, then go into my room and find some of Martha's old things and get dressed then come back down here, I am going to see if I can figure this thing out. The girls nodded and quickly walked out of the room lead by Kate. Each felt very strange as their new bodies moved so differently. They could feel their breasts swaying as large weights on their previously flat chests and their hips now gyrated as they walked. They had to think more about it so they could keep their balance. They disappeared up the stairs as Quigley immediately sat down and pulled all of his notes together. As he quickly scanned over them, his face turned ashen and his eyes widened in horror. "Oh my dear Lord" he uttered as he shuddered in fright.
The women stripped off their wet shirts in the bathroom and then stood shocked as they looked at each other in amazement. "Oh my god" whispered Kate. "This is soooo weird" muttered Hannah as she reached up and touched her nipples while examining herself in the mirror. The touch sent a wave of sensations through her like she had never known as she saw her nipples harden. "I no unerstand, me no talk like dis, me no espanish!" Rita's mind was now processing things in Spanish as she fought to translate her thoughts into English. Her voice was quite deep now as her long curly hair stretched to her ankles. Jenny was too shocked still to talk as she also examined herself in the mirror, touching the curves of her body with her now long fingernails. "Wow, I can't believe how much hair I have down here now" whispered Hannah as she saw her think red bush and touched the course hair. Kate shook herself into reality and turned around. "Alright girls, we need to get ourselves together if we are going to get out of this mess. First, let's cut our hair and fingernails back down to manageable size, and then let's see if we can find some clothes that will fit us." The girls all nodded in agreement as Kate pulled out the scissors and began cutting hair while they passed around the nail clippers.
By the time they had found some loose fitting sun dressed to put on, they found some panties that would fit them in Martha's old trunk, they had obviously belonged to Kate and Hannah's Mom when she was younger. But none of them could figure out how to put a bra on, or find one that would really fit, so they each went without. Staying barefoot, they walked back downstairs to the study to see if Quigley had found out anything. "Grandpa?" said Hannah as they walked gracefully into the room. Quigley turned around and was still shocked at what he saw. The 4 girls were now full-grown adult women, and beautiful ones at that. That had cut their hair to shoulder length and in those dressed they looked stunning. Hannah was having a hard time with her dress due to her enormous breasts, which pressed tightly against the top of the dress revealing an abundant cleavage. He also noticed that none of them were wearing bras, and he had to shake himself in embarrassment to get himself back to reality. "Uh, um, good, you, uh, girls come on in and over here. I have got some good news and bad news." The girls walked over with some trepidation. "Ok grandpa, good news first" said Kate.
"Well, there is a spell that can reverse the process and restore each of you to your original ages, however..." he paused. "Why do I no like de zound of dat?" muttered Rita. "I am going to have to search for the proper spell, it's not here." The girls looked a bit shocked at this but then Hannah spoke up. "Well, I guess being an adult for a few days will be pretty cool." Quigley looked over at the girls gravely. "We don't have a few days. You girls don't understand what happened. You see, when you spoke the spell, you had not given the scepter the proper blessing first. When you failed to do that, you released the curse that is placed on the scepter. And it's a pretty nasty curse too."
"What do you mean we don't have a few days Grandpa? What does this curse do anyway?" said a now very frightened Kate. "Well, what it does is curse you to double your age each day at the "apex of darkness and light when all is in perfect balance", that is what they mean by midnight. This will happen until you each die of extreme old age." The girls were too shocked to speak for a moment. "You mean were are double our original ages now...gee that make all of us 20 except for Kate who is now 24." Hannah though out loud. "But then...Jesus! You mean at midnight tonight we will double our age again? That will put us in our 40's!" Quigley sighed. "Yes, and the night after that you will age into your 80's, and I doubt you will survive the next night after that."
"What...we do?" uttered a scared Jenny in a soft Japanese accent. "Well, I need to fly to London to retrieve the rest of my documents, I am sure the proper blessing is located somewhere in there. In the meantime, you girls stay here at the house and don't worry. I will be back in time, I promise. However, I won't make it back in time for the next transformation, and possibly the next one either, so you better prepare yourselves. But I will be back before the third and I promise to have this all sorted out before then."
"What about Rita and Jenny, they never spoke those languages before, or looked that ethnic before either, what’s the deal with that? " Said Kate. "Well, best I can figure it is that the scepter also purifies the soul and tries to restore and align it to its purest state. So Rita and Jenny are basically 'de-evolving' back to their purest ethnic roots. It may not get any worse, or it may get more intense with each transformation, I really have no idea."
Quigley quickly booked a flight to London that was leaving in just a couple hours and he quickly packed. As he headed to the door he hugged each of the women good-bye. "Good luck girls and stay inside. Here is some money in case you need anything, but just take care of yourselves and remember, the transformations occur right at midnight, so be prepared!" The each nodded as he walked out the door. He looked back momentarily and witnessed the sad look on each of the young women's eyes as he jumped in the cab and sped off to the airport. It was 6:00am in the morning. They had 18 hours before the next stroke of midnight.
The Curse
Part II
By Merlin & Bobby
The girls all tried to get some sleep, but without much success. They were still not very comfortable “in their own skin” so to speak and curiosity was getting the better of them. For the next six hours there were numerous times that each of them in turn retreated to some private room or bathroom and each explored their new adult bodies as hormones now raged inside of them as new and sweet erotic feelings permeated their bodies. Soft sounds of moaning and the occasional squeal of delight and even one “Oh My God!” screamed out load were heard over the course of the next few hours.
By noon, each of them were starving and also getting cabin fever. Katie, being the oldest of the four (now 24 years old), made the executive decision.
“All right, we’ve got money and I think we could all use a breather, so how about we get dressed as best we can and head to the mall for something to eat and perhaps get some new clothes?”
The girls all grinned and nodded in agreement as they quickly got back into their sun dressed – san bra’s – and prepared to head to the mall. They had to call a cab as none could drive and it was too far to walk.
As they walked into the food court of the mall, they felt more at home, as they saw many kids that they knew and went to school with, but the reality of their situation suddenly hit them as one of Hanna and Rita’s best friends, a young 10 year old girl named Sally, accidently bumped into Hanna trying to get past her to the arcade. “Excuse me Ma’am” she said as she rushed by and giggled.
“She didn’t even recognize me” said a stunned Rita.
“They all look so young” whispered Hanna.
Katie cleared her voice and tried to snap them out of it. “Ok ladies, let’s get something to eat first and then we go shopping”
They all went over to Taco Bell where they each ordered. The 16 year old boy that took their order was someone they all knew, or used to, and one that Katie had a crush on. He was polite and treated them like the adult women they now were. But he fidgeted a bit as he couldn’t help but notice their nipples pushing through the fabric of their sun dresses as they were not wearing bra’s. He got all flushed when an adult Katie accidentally showed some generous cleavage when she bent over to pick up a dropped quarter.
As they sat down to eat, Katie couldn’t help but look at boy behind the counter. “I can’t help feeling weird about this. I mean, I used to have this huge crush on him, and he seemed so much older than me then. Now he just seems like an immature boy.”
“Well check out that hunk!” exclaimed Hanna as the girls all turned to see a handsome 30 year old executive eating his lunch nearby. “He is hot!” Rita smiled at the man and whispered to Katie, “Si, he iz mucho cute!” in a thick Spanish accent. “Geez!” sighed Katie, “Yesterday that man would have seemed ancient to us, now he seems just right.” The man looked up and smiled at the four women and each of them began to feel all warm and tingly and they each squirmed in their seats as they tried to fight their primal urges.
It was Hanna who finally said what was on all their minds. “What if Grandpa doesn’t get back in time, or he doesn’t find the reversal spell? I don’t want to die a virgin! I mean, do we want to all die of old age and never know what is means to be a woman?”
There was a long silence before Katie broke in. “Look, I feel just like all of you, but although we may look like adult women and even feel like it, we are still just little girls, and I for one am not ready to just give up or let these hormones take control. We need to trust this will work out. I think we better for-go the shopping and head back to the house before we completely lose control of ourselves.”
The girls all nodded disappointingly and headed back to the street and hailed another cab.
By the time they got back to the house it was late afternoon and the strain of the night and that day was finally taking a toll on them as they each in turn collapsed on the bed and fell sound asleep.
Suddenly, Katie was yelling and shaking everyone awake. “Get up! Get up! It’s almost midnight! We slept right through the evening!”
The girls all sat up quickly and looked at each other in fear, “Oh my God!” mumbled Jenny, “It is about to happen again!”
The girls were all scared as each of them began to frantically move about the house, each ran into a separate room, not wanting to share their transformation with each other, and each went into a room where there was some sort of mirror. They were gazing into mirrors looking at their adult youth and beauty and wondering if it would really happen again when the clock began to strike midnight.
As the clock began to chime, Rita felt the fear suddenly well up inside her as she realized how little time w as left for her and her friends. She hoped Professor Quigley would return soon. Rita felt something else, though; a sense of regret of losing her newfound beauty. After all, she was a gorgeous 20-year-old who could most likely have any man she wanted, and she never even had a chance to find out. She thought briefly of that handsome man she and the others saw at the mall and she felt regret for not acting on her feelings at that time. If only she had not listened to Katie and she closed her eyes briefly and imagined his strong hands on her.
The twelfth chime of the grandfather clock brought her quickly back to the current situation as the heat again began to build within her. "Por favor, not again!" she cried as the beads of sweat started breaking out across her brow. She felt the peculiar sensation of her hair lengthening rapidly, already reaching the middle of her back, and she held her trembling hand in front of her to see her nails extend past her fingertips as if she were watching a time-lapse film.
Even worse was the feeling Rita had that she was losing even more of her grasp of her native language. It seemed that every passing second stole English words from her vocabulary and replaced them with Spanish.
" Por qué...why...ay, no puedo hablar inglés!" The frustration was maddening as she struggled to find the words to say what she wanted. Also disturbing was that it was getting harder and harder to understand English.
Rita gradually became aware of her tightening sundress. She looked down to see that it was getting snug. In fact it was already beyond snug and was downright tight. She was well into her twenties and to her chagrin was starting to look a bit heavier. She felt her stomach and was shocked to feel how soft it had gotten.
"Qué pasa?" she cried. Running to a full-length mirror in the hallway she could see her face was starting to fill out and she could have sworn that her upper arms were looking softer as well, almost flabby. "Díos mío! Estoy engordando!" The heat seemed to be increasing in intensity and her chest and arms were now wet with perspiration. Her nails were over and inch long as Rita entered her thirties. Her dress was becoming very uncomfortable as her body grew in size. Her cleavage deepened as her breasts enlarged and softened, sagging a bit from the fat accumulating in them. "Mis tetas!", she exclaimed, instinctively grabbing them as if to keep them from sagging any further. Reaching around behind her Rita could feel her buttocks swelling and rounding our more with age and her dress was clinging to her wider hips like a sausage skin. Her hair had grown to her waist and was still getting longer. Her thighs bulged out slightly under the hem of the dress as her legs thickened with maturity.
As she passed through her mid-thirties Rita's dress was soaked with sweat and the constrictive material was forcing her to take short quick breaths. "Tengo que quitarme este vestido," she said, in a voice that was growing huskier and less youthful. Rita struggled to reach the zipper on the back of the dress, twisting herself around back and forth with her arm a awkwardly searching behind her, but with her increasingly long nails she could not get a grip on the elusive zipper. Soon it didn't matter, however, when the seam along her left hip began to tear, then the right. In her effort to reach the zipper her contortions further strained the material and the small tears became gaps. Apparently the dress, which was relatively loose on her 20-year-old body, was not intended to be worn by a more full-figured woman, and it was quickly giving up the ghost as the pounds piled onto the 38-year-old Rita's body. The gaps became longer and longer, exposing the tan skin of her hips and waist. Rita finally had enough and, grasping both sides of the gap on her left side, yanked as hard as she could and the whole seam separated in one swift motion, leaving the overtaxed dress just hanging on the right side of her torso. She quickly removed the tattered remains and stood in her tight panties in front of the hall mirror.
Strangely enough, where before she was fearful of losing her youth, she now seemed comfortable, in fact downright satisfied with her new look. She brushed back a few long strands of hair from her face and smiled as she surveyed her new body. This phase of the curse finally came to an end and the 40-year-old breathed a sigh of relief as the heat dissipated and her body temperature returned to normal. "Yo fui una chica muy bonita, pero ahora soy una mujer!" she said proudly. Her curves were spectacular. She cupped her new larger breasts in her hands and admired their size and weight. She then placed her hands on her full, wide hips and swiveled back and forth, all the while smiling broadly. Her skin had darkened a little more to a deep golden color, which complemented her new voluptuous figure. She had a few gray hairs, but nothing too drastic. Her face had filled out and was just showing the faint lines near her eyes and deep laugh lines around her mouth. Her stomach had softened and bulged ever so slightly, but she still maintained a dramatic hourglass figure with her flaring hips and full thighs that just barely touched at the top. Her legs were beautiful, although cellulite was starting to accumulate a bit on the backs of her thighs.
"Es la hora de mostrar a las muchachas la nueva Rita!" she said sexily, and walked back into the room where her friends were, hips swaying provocatively.
In another room, Jenny cringed when the clock began striking midnight, bracing herself for her imminent transformation. She had just started to actually get used to her new body, and here she was about to become a middle-aged woman. She ran her hands up and down her young body and thought about how she and her friends might never get back to their old selves again. It was so sad to lose so many years in such a short time, and she wiped a tear from her eye as the clock stopped chiming and the heat began to build.
"So hot," she said softly as she closed her eyes and the transformation started. It was the strangest feeling, she felt tired but almost energized at the same time. She could feel the changes running through her body like the blood through her veins. Jenny arched her back and leaned against a small table, moaning softly and letting the heat wash over her. All her thoughts of lost years vanished as the changes began in full force. All she could feel was the intense heat and the churning inside her rapidly changing body. Jenny's formerly shoulder-length hair started to touch the table as it grew and she could feel her already substantial breasts seem to grow even larger and stand out further from her chest, pushing her dress out more. A similar change was taking place at the other end as her dress tightened around her expanding butt.
"How long...this going on?" she said in a thicker accent. When Jenny reached 30, a different feeling came over her through the heat. Everything started to feel loose, for lack of a better word. Her once pert breasts started to slide slightly down her chest under their added weight, and she opened her eyes, holding a hand in front of her face. Veins were starting to show a bit under the looser skin as she wiggled her fingers with their 3-inch-nails. "This no good," she said in an increasingly thick Japanese accent. "I no want be old!" Looking down, Jenny shuddered when she saw her taught golden legs lose some of their muscle tone. Her stomach wasn't necessarily getting fatter but the skin there was also getting less elastic and starting to sag ever so slightly. She could feel how much it had changed when she ran her hands over it. But Asian women always seem to age better than others and she still remained a beautiful woman as her body was aging very well.
But she was beginning to feel tired as she neared 40, as if she had been running a marathon. Her breathing was very heavy and her muscles ached. Jenny moved away from the table and approached a mirror on the wall. She saw the lines of age beginning to affect her face, although not too severely. Other than that she was still a beautiful, mature Japanese woman. Her dress still fit her except in the bust and hips where it was somewhat tight, though not uncomfortably so. The dress compressed her breasts together from the sides forcing generous cleavage up through the neckline and she could see the outline of her panties through the tight material around her buttocks. She felt hot, exhausted but strangely aroused as well as she saw a very beautiful and alluring middle-aged Japanese woman in the mirror. She still retained her knowledge of English, but it was now a second language behind Japanese as she had to concentrate to speak English and even then, only a broken English as if she were a mature Japanese business woman trying to learn the language. But it all felt strangely natural. In fact this transformation felt more comfortable than the first one for some strange reason. “Domo eta hadimash! I still pretty and feel….what is word? Ah! Me feel sexy!”
Katie had just shut the door to her uncle’s bedroom when a very strong hot flash hit her that almost knocked her to the ground. She suddenly regretted not acting upon her instincts at the mall when it came to finding a man as she gripped the chair in front of her and watched the full length mirror in front of her as the transformations began. Sweat dripped from her body as she watched with awe as her 24-year-old body began to age. The realization that her age was about to double scared and fascinated her at the same time. As the years began to pile on she felt her large breasts swell just a bit more as what little baby fat melted away making her facial features sharper and more mature. As she passed thirty, she began to cringe as she saw slight lines appear and deepen with each passing year. By the time she reached forty she could see gray hairs begin to weave their way through her once rich raven hair. She looked at her hands and saw the veins appear and become more apparent and worn. At forty-five the lines really began to deepen as slight wrinkles began to form around her eyes and her hair became a salt and pepper mix of gray and black. She could feel her large breasts begin to sag in the sundress as her nails grew longer still.
As she finally hit 48 years of age it stopped and staring back at Katie was an extremely mature, adult middle-aged woman who was now almost old enough for AARP membership. She looked down at her bare feet, which now ached slightly and saw that they were worn and weathered. Her once long and very supple, sexy legs were worn as they fought off the ravages of time. She was still quite beautiful for a middle-aged woman though, but it was certainly a mature beauty as there was little resemblance to the once adolescent 12-year-old girl who had once had a crush on the 16-year-old boy at Taco Bell. But strangely, she did not break down and cry; rather she seemed to revel in her newfound maturity. She felt more confidant, mature and very sure of herself. Something she had not felt when she was either 12 or 24. And she saw herself as an independent adult woman now, not a scared little girl. This surprised and pleased her at the same time.
Hannah had heard the other girls moaning with the beginning of their transformations as she had locked herself into the master bathroom when it finally hit her. “Oh God, no! I don’t want to be…ah!” she felt the hot flashes as she looked in the mirror and watched the youthful 20 year-old redhead begins to age. Hanna had heard that Red heads don’t tend to age as well as most and she could now see why. Her pale skin with freckles while very beautiful as a young woman began to age quickly. She rapidly shot through her twenties and she felt her breasts grow and fill out more as she became quite top heavy as they burst the top of her sun dress open as they filled out to a D-Cup. Her areolas were quite large and her nipples erect and sweat dripped off their tips and down around the soft curves of her enormous cleavage. Her red hair grew quickly longer below her shoulders as gray hair quickly found its way into her rich red mane. Lines, creases and crinkles appeared around hr eyes and mouth as she shot through her thirties.
She could see and feel her large breasts begin to sag with age as their heavy weight made her feel so adult. She could also feel her panties get tight as her round ass filled out slightly more and then sagged some. As she hit 40 years of age it stopped and she looked up to see that her red hair was still prominent but there was a very visible and noticeable white streak of hair down one side of her head. Her freckles were still apparent but her features were sharp and distinct. She suddenly realized that she was now much older than her own mother, ten years older in fact. But like the others, she was still quite attractive for a middle-aged woman and it all seemed so natural now. But moreover, she was incredibly horny. She had never shown any interest in boys as she had only been 10 years old. Then at 20 she found them very interesting. Now she wanted not a boy, but a man. She wanted a man inside of her. Just the mere thought of it made her bite her lower lip as she caressed her large breasts with one hand and pulled up the hem of her torn dress with the other and felt her moist panties as she reached in and began to finger herself at the mere thought of sex. She had an itch and it needed to be scratched badly.
She then wondered what the other “girls” looked like now and if they felt the same desires she did.