Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 2, 2018 16:21:33 GMT -6
Okay well MILF hunter Russell was a landslide win. The original this or that from this week still remains a tie so i'm going to break the tie by saying that they don't have any recollection of her being younger than 51.
And Candace's electric violin concert won definitively for the poll - What song would you like her to perform on electric violin for the group? I'll use the song pick of the first person that responds, as long as it happens before i'm ready to post the next installment.
Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 2, 2018 23:49:55 GMT -6
“We heard a scream - is everyone all right!?” Amy asked looking around to see what had happened.
“No! I’m not alright! Look at me!” Heather wailed, tears streaming down the deep crevices that had formed beside her nose and mouth.
The girls all looked at the flabby middle-aged woman in the too tight red dress and then at each other confused.
“You- lost your shoes?” Lauren asked trying to be helpful.
“No! I’m like old enough to join AARP!” Heather yelled indignantly baffled that they weren’t shocked and horrified by the sight of her.
“Hey, it happens to the best of us toots. I’m just a few years behind ya. I ain’t looking forward to it.” Ed said before turning his attention to the still obviously shaken french maid.
“I’m older than Ed!? That doesn’t concern any of you?” The greying redhead asked as Russell ushered her to a chair, worried that she was going to give herself a heart attack.
“Uh… should it? You ARE older than him right?” Candace asked, furrowing her brow in concern. She had thought, upon first meeting Heather that she seemed to be a woman not ready to accept her age. Dressing provocatively, trying to sound hip and young and of course shamelessly flirting with Russell, a man half her age.
“Of course I’m not! You saw me a few minutes ago! I didn’t have grey hair and these bingo wings!” She said lifting up her jiggling bicep. “I’m only 31 years old!” She cried before hiding her matronly face in her pasty veined hands.
The rest of the group looked at one another concerned. Candace was sure this woman was having some kind of mental breakdown.
“Heather… you’re the same age you were when we met.” Lauren said gently.
“What!!?” Heather wailed, lifting her head up to see the group all nod in agreement.
“What are you guys talking about? Ms. Crimson was young like us!” Russell said equally baffled.
Candace and Amy exchanged a look. Amy thought it was one thing for Russell to ditch her for this cougar, it was another thing to play into her delusion.
“Hey - you do you man! She’s certainly a MILF, no question but that broad sure ain’t 30.” Ed said shrugging.
Heather began to sob into her hands again as Russell gently rubbed her wider back. The rest of them stood awkwardly for a few moments before finally Candace smiled and suggested:
“Hey, since all of us are clearly wide-awake and need to chill a bit before heading to bed, why don’t I give you guys that show you were wanting earlier.”
Lauren jumped up and down excitedly while clapping. “Yay! Yes! Yes! Oh my god this is going to be amazing!” She squealed enthusiastically as Candace led them all out toward the ballroom.
Heather had dried her eyes and was struggling to stand back up, her huskier body getting easily winded. Russell quickly held out his arm for support and eased her up onto her now bunion afflicted feet. She rubbed the small of her back and gave him an appreciative smile, causing the crows feet next to her eyes to crinkle.
“Thank you for the help and also for believing me.” She said as she began to waddle across the room to fetch her heels.
“No need to thank me Ms. Crimson, I SAW it happen. You were young like the rest of us and then you just kind of swelled up and started going grey!” Russell said stealing a peek at Heather’s now wider ass as she bent down with a grown to grab her red pumps.
She didn’t bother to put the shoes back on so she just held them with one hand as she turned back to give Russell another appreciative smile.
“You’re such a sweet guy.” She said with a sad smile, thinking that if she hadn’t gotten older they’d probably be rolling around with one another on the floor of this room right now.
Russell walked closer to her, putting his hand to her puffy face and gently running his thumb along her looser cheek. Heather took a sharp breath at his touch, her heart beating faster at how intimate he was suddenly being. A few minutes ago, when she was 20 years younger she was afraid she’d have to hold his hand through everything as he seemed like a really awkward guy. But now he was standing very close to her, holding her affectionately and leaning in - to kiss her?
“I don’t know what it is, but honestly I think you look even more beautiful now than you did a few minutes ago.” He said, as he closed his eyes and moved his lips closer.
She opened her eyes wide and pulled away.
“What is that supposed to mean? I look better now than I did when I was 31?” She demanded.
He moved closer trying to reassure her.
“I just mean that there’s something about you that I find… REALLY hot right now!” He growled seductively as he moved in again to embrace her.
“Woah what are you doing? I look old enough to be your mother now!” She said holding her hands up in protest and backing away.
“Well then I guess you can say i’m a bit of a mama’s boy…” He crooned as if it were a pick-up line.
The middle aged redhead gave him a bewildered look, taking another couple steps back.
“Oh gross! What’s wrong with you?” She asked as he seemed incredibly horny for her.
“Nothing Ms. Crimson, I just find you really… alluring and I was hoping we could pick up where we left off…” Russell explained.
“Stop calling me ‘Ms. Crimson’ like i’m your kindergarten teacher or something. My name is Heather. I don’t know whats come over you but whatever weird…*thing* this is - I think you need to cool off!” She said sternly and then turned and abruptly jogged to go catch up with the rest of the group.
The group was gathered in a semi-circle of chairs facing the stage. Candace was standing in front of the stage holding the electric violin and testing the sound levels on the amp. Amy and Lauren looked like they could hardly contain their excitement. The maid was sitting next to Ed who had his arm around her though she didn’t seem to mind. Lauren looked back to see Heather plodding in. She waved for the older woman to come sit with them.
“We save you a seat right here Ms. Crimson!” Ms. Magenta told her.
“Heather. Please!” Ms. Crimson requested in an exasperated voice.
“Sure, Heather, cool. You can sit with us. Candace is just about to start. I saw Candace perform in Rio last summer. It was *Amazing*!” Lauren said enthusiastically.
Russell came in a few moments later, quietly pulling up a chair next to Amy, giving Heather some space.
Candace turned and smiled at the group, the fancy red violin pressed under her chin. She kicked off her shoes and flexed her toes on the polished dance floor.
“So i’m going to do a medley of a few songs that’ll hopefully get our minds off all the weirdness going on in this house. And uh, no matter how weird and kind of creepy it’s been - I just want to say that i’m glad I got to meet a new bunch of awesome friends today!” The pretty half-asian woman said causing Amy and Lauren to clap enthusiastically and cheer.
They all got quiet as Ms. Jade closed her eyes and twirled her violin bow with her free hand as if she were an expert swordsman and it were a rapier. She immediately launched into a resonant, haunting instrumental version of Lana Del Rey’s Young and Beautiful. As Candace played the emotion of the song could be seen in her face as she swayed from side to side, twirling as the song swelled to a crescendo. Amy thought the young woman looked so beautiful and cool with her flowing green dress moving like air to the somber notes of the song. Candace’s long sexy, power legs flitting around the ballroom floor and her delicate fingers expertly pressing each string perfectly.
Amy found herself singing as the song got to its refrain.
“Will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful… will you still love me when i’ve got nothing but my aching soul…” The blonde girl sang as she watched the 28 year old violinist sway around in front of them.
But what none of them seemed to notice yet was that the 28 year old half Japanese/Half Irish performer was no longer 28 year old. As Candace swayed her body to the music she had progressed into her early 30s. The changes were subtle, a little pooch in her otherwise flat stomach, a couple feint laugh lines, a small hint of a vein along the side of her right knee. But soon the young violinist transitioned into 5 Seconds of Summer by Youngblood and transitioned out of her 30s and into her 40s.
As the song picked up tempo Candace’s movements were also picking up as she jumped and twirled in front of them in tune to the music. Everyone watching seemed to be really getting into the performance and didn’t seem to notice that the beautiful performer was now a good 15 years older than she should be. Amy had a thought that Candace was looking a bit tired as she hopped around barefoot in front of them, flailing her long black hair as she powerfully ran her bow up and down the electric violin. And to her keen observation, Candace did now have bags under her eyes and crinkling lines next to them. Veins were also becoming more visible on her hands, feet and legs as she entered middle aged. The green skirt was flailing around more cellulite riddled thighs.
Candace meanwhile was trying to shake off the feeling that she was playing a song from over a decade ago, when she was still early in her career. She was feeling slightly winded as she bounced around and played her violin remembering when she could do this kind of thing effortlessly. She was performing the chorus again and spun around once, and when she turned back to face the group she was 45 then spun again and she was 48, two decades old than she was at the start of this impromptu concert. She spun a third time and found herself the same age as Heather who was enjoying the show and rubbing her newly aching knees.
Candace slipped into The Middle by Zedd, Marin Morris, Grey and thought about how when she began her career her fans were all the same age as her but now she fills stadiums with kids young enough to be her sons and daughters. Lines had begun deepening into her face and varicose veins were now very clearly snaking up her bare legs as she shimmied around to the tune of the song. Nobody except for Amy seemed to notice but even she wasn’t quite sure what was happening as her friend looked to be double her real age.
Ms. Jade reached the chorus of her third song as she entered her late 50s. She was bobbin her head to the beat causing her long black hair to fly forward and then back up dramatically. The final time she did it the hair that fell forward was suddenly completely white. Amy gasped but everyone else clapped as if Candace had done some impressive magic trick.
Candace was thinking about her decades long career as her formerly rosey cheeks were beginning to slope into jowls and the tight neck that held the violin pressed against it was beginning to loosen and bunch. In her mind she had gone from being a local street performer to selling out stadiums and large venues to falling out of vogue and now playing local fairs and community centers. As she finished up The Middle she began to feel some aching in her joints - the tell-tale sign that she was nearing retirement as she hit 60 years of age.
She transitioned from the raucous upbeat pop songs of her youth into something of a fun old classic as she played the opening notes to ‘When I’m 64 by the beatles.’ Her knuckles were feeling a bit stiff so she appreciated a slower tempo song. Amy was wide-eyed at the white-haired wrinkled retirement aged woman in the flirty green dress that was now jigging along to a song about her current age. She could see now the obvious wrinkles on her face and how the loose skin of her exposed arms jiggled as she moved her violin bow. Her knees were beginning to look swollen and knobby as she did a bit of a shuffling irish jig to the song. Her toes looked to be curling from age and arthritis as well.
Other than Amy the group seemed to be eating it up. Lauren was clapping and laughing at Candace’s song choice and the fun little dance she was doing to it. She didn’t seem to notice that her friend was now approaching her 70s and her eyes were sunken and her breasts had slid halfway down her chest.
Candace transitioned into her last song ‘The Time Warp’ from Rocky Horror. But her hands were getting shakey and her crooked fingers were having trouble hitting the strings as precisely as they had when she was 28. The now 78 year old woman attempted to play the rock song she had performed dozens of times throughout her life. She smiled at the group, in Candace’s mind she had long since retired from music but had been asked to do this for fun because some of these nice young people had been fans. She gave a warm wrinkly smile to Lauren who was hooting and hollering in encouragement as the elderly woman shuffled her tired feet around the dance floor, not being able to lift them much nowadays. Her loose neck skin sagged and bunched around the bottom of the violin as she shrunk some inches. Candace was now in her mid-80s, she was missing some notes and struggling to finish the song as her hands began to tremble severely. She wet her lips, confused about where she was and took a couple of doddering steps back turning around to shuffle toward the stage, abruptly stopping the song and gently attempting to carry the now seemingly heavy violin with her frail vibrating hands.
Amy gasped at the sight of the hunched over, shrunken white-haired woman who was now fumbling and seemingly senile, attempting to put the violin away. She jumped out of her chair and ran to her elderly friend.
“Oh my god Candace!” She cried.
But when she put her back on the 88 year olds crooked back, Candace turned around to reveal herself to be her normal, vibrant 28 year old self. Albeit a bit sweaty and flushed from all the dancing and violin playing.
“What? Did you like the show?” Candace asked hugging her, assuming thats why Amy jumped out of her chair so fast.
“Uh yeah… it was surreal.” Amy said sizing up her friend from head to toe to confirm that she was indeed her normal youthful age.
“That was quality stuff toots! You’ve got a real gift! Now if you’ll all excuse us I think we’re going to hit the hay!” Ed said putting his hairy arm around the maid and ushering her toward the stairs to the second floor.
“Here Ms. Crimson, let me help you up to bed as well!” Russell said quickly rushing over to his middle-aged object of affection.
Heather tugged her arm away from him.
“I can get to bed myself thank you! I’m 51, not some little old infirm lady.” She chided him before seeing the hurt puppy god look he was giving her. "Ugh, fine you can help me to bed. I probably need to soak my swollen ankles before bed anyway. You're lucky you're so cute. Just stop calling me Ms. Crimson, it's making me feel my new age!" She barked in a husky voice as she waddled toward the stairs.
"Can do Ms.... Heather." He said as he followed her.
The other women, however, were too busy celebrating Candace's performance to pay much attention to Heather and Russell's drama.
“That. Was. AMAZEBALLS!” Lauren squealed running up to hug Candace.
“Thanks. It took a lot out of me though. I think i’m ready to retire.” Ms. Jade said with a tired smile.
“What!?” Amy yelled wondering if she didn’t just imagine her friend aging 60 years before her eyes.
“Retire to bed, silly!” Candace clarified.
“Oh right, yeah I guess it’s time for all of us to get to bed. It’s been a long night.” Amy said shaking her head trying to get the image of the shriveled old Candace out of her mind.
“Yeah we have breakfast with that old biddy and her niece first thing in the morning. We can explore some more and see if we can like find the hidden cameras or whatever after that.” Lauren said putting her arm around the other two women as they all headed up to their rooms and went to bed.
This or That - Someone is woken up in the wee-hours of the morning. Is it:
1) Amy who is awoken by a handsome young male member of the staff who looks strikingly like an ex boyfriend of hers, he wakes her up and treats her like she is an old lady in a nursing home (Insisting on bathing her, dressing her, helping her put her false teeth in etc), even though she still appears to still be young and fit.
2) It is Heather who is awoken by Russell who can't stop thinking about her, only when he wakes her up they discover that she's aged another 30 years in the night.
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6