Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 19, 2019 10:17:36 GMT -6
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Kelsey Age 18 Blonde, slender, astoundingly attractive Extremely flirtatious and loves male attention, a bit of a wild girl on her college campus, pulling off crazy stunts to drive the guys at school crazy. Becomes: 98
Kelsey was a bouncy, perky 18 year old college freshman. She was a stunningly attractive blonde with a flawless, slender body with all the right curves and gravity defying 34-B cup breasts. Kelsey was also a shameless flirt and tease. She was young, vibrant and beautiful. Problem was, she knew it too. She had pledged the Tri-Delts and you could find her not only at every frat party she could go to, but she was all the rage on social media as well. She constantly took sexy selfies and posted them on her Instagram account.
She had more than 50,000 followers. She would pull all manner of stunts on campus for attention and to add to her social media presence. One day she challenged all her female followers to go to class wearing nothing but bikinis. This drove the guys on campus crazy suddenly surrounded by sexy girls scantily clad. Kelsey herself put them all to shame as she strutted around that day in a string bikini, However, despite how flirtatious and provocative she was, she was actually still a virgin. She was waiting for the right moment to lose it to the right guy, preferably a high-profile guy, like a star football layer, but it also made her that much more desirable and alluring to all the men on campus (and some of the professors too). She was not shy letting all of her followers know she was still a virgin and that she was on the prowl for the right guy who was man enough to ‘make a woman out of her.’
It was a normal morning like any other. After taking a long shower she picked out a pair of sexy black lace silk panties and no bra. She loved the way men stared at her gravity-defying breasts and the pokies her hard nipples created, She put on a spaghetti white tank top and then her favorite blue and white sweater. She had to leave something to the imagination. She then took her scheduled morning selfie and posted it with the message, “Feeling especially sexy today!”
“Posting another selfie to your feed?” a voice called out. It was Erika, her dorm roommate. Kelsey hated sharing a room with anyone but it was a rule of the University that all freshmen had to have roommates. Erika was a cute raven hair freshman who was more of a bookworm than Kelsey. She was not into sororities or parties, but rather enjoyed book clubs and sports.
“You know Erika, you’re not unattractive. You should post a pic online. It would raise your profile on campus.”
“Gee, thanks, but I think my profile is high enough as it is.” Erika crawled out of bed wearing nothing but an over-sized Levi’s t-shirt, her dark hair all a tangled mess. But Kelsey knew Erika was hiding her assets. She had seen Erika nude and the 18 year old had quote the taught and curvy body with impressive 36 C-Cup breasts and large nipples. Her legs were long and sexy from all the sports she played but she had a innocent face and she was often mistaken for a 14 year old girl as her over-sized clothes hid her womanly attributes.
“C’mon, humor me! This will be just for my feed. I want to show everyone who my roommate is!”
“Ok, fine! If it will get you off my back.”
Kelsey handed Erika the phone. “You might want to comb your….(CLICK!), never mind I guess.”
“There ya go!” smiled Erika as she tossed the phone back to Kelsey who proceeded to post Erika’s picture with the caption “My roommate Erika. Not a morning person.”
Kelsey could hear Erika get in the shower and she was about to walk out the door when the time wave hit the dorm.
Last Edit: Jan 19, 2019 12:24:24 GMT -6 by agemagic
Kelsey fell to her knees as the wave hit her. “Oh God, what is happening…..to….me?”
She felt like she was on fire as her skin felt weird as it was aging rapidly. She swore she could feel her breasts actually getting bigger as she grabbed and cupped them in her hands and literally felt them swell from perky 34-B cups to very large 36 C cups. She had already aged from a teen-aged girl of 18 to a 30 year old woman. As she struggled to get on her feet she was already passing 36 years of age and rapidly approaching 40. She grabbed a chair to help her up and she caught her reflection in the wall mirror. She was stunned at what she saw. Staring back at her was an older woman in her 40s. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed and then grabbed her throat as her once high-pitched teen-aged girl voice that was silky and smooth was now a good two octaves lower and very adult sounding. She sounded like her mother! She then saw her hands as they were no longer the hands of a girl but of a matron as they thinned and became weathered. She looked back up to see she had well left her 40s behind She was now marching through her 50s as she felt a series of hot flashes as menopause came and went.
“No, no, no, no, no!” cried Kelsey her voice sounding raspier by the second. She watched in horror as laugh lines appeared and deepened as lines crisscrossed her once perfect complexion. Her blonde hair was now dull looking as it had lost its luster and she could not see gray and white hairs begin to weave throughout her once golden locks.
But no matter how much Kelsey protested, time continued to march on. About this time she heard a scream from the bathroom. It was Erika. “It must be happening to her too” mumbled Kelsey, but there was nothing she could do to help her.
Soon Kelsey was in her 60s. No longer an innocent teenage girl majoring in media arts, but more like a tired professional in bad need of retirement. “Make it stop, please god, make it stop!” she rattled but she could see it wasn’t. Her blonde hair turned white before her eyes, dried out and frizzed up. A mountain of wrinkles seemed to engulf her face, making it unrecognizable to her. 70 years of age, 75, 80…..She felt her bones crack and ach as advanced arthritis took hold and she began to stoop over from osteoporosis. 85, 90 years of age. Her hands starting shaking from palsy as she put one shaking hand on her aching back for support. 95, 98 years of age and it finally stopped.
Kelsey could barely make out her own reflection with her failing eye-sight but she could see well enough to know that she was now a very old and elderly woman in her late 90s. Her youthful teenaged clothes looked ridiculous on her now and were tight in all the wrong places. She could feel that her once amazing breasts had enlarged with age and then deflated into sagging bags on her chest. Everything in her body ached. She shuffled around the chair and positioned herself to collapse into it as standing bent over like she was became too hard and painful. She would need a wheelchair to get around from this point forward.
As the full weight of what had just happened sunk in she began to cry as she buried her wrinkled face into her hands. “Why did this happen to me?” she rattled. “I was so beautiful, so beautiful. I never got to experience real love and I am still a virgin! I must be the oldest virgin in the work now!” she sobbed.
About this time the bathroom door swung open and Erika staggered out. But it was no longer the attractive 18 year old roommate Kelsey saw, but a matronly woman in her mid-50s. Her hair now a salt-and-pepper look with it being half gray. She looked so mature and womanly now. She was still attractive for a woman her age though. She had cut her hair and put on a thin grey top. She forced a smile as she saw Kelsey.
“Kelsey, is that you?” said the older looking woman in an unrecognizable mature voice.
“Erika! Look at me, I got OLD!”
“It’s ok dear, I’m here to help. I was on my phone and it seems this happened to everyone around the world. They all got older or younger and there seems to be no rhyme or reason to it.”
“But look at me! I’m ANCIENT! What am I going to do now….what am I going to do.”
Erika walked over and knelt down beside the elderly woman and cradled her as she cried. It made Erika realize she had gotten off lucky. 55 was not so bad, compared to Kelsey.
“There, there dear. Let it all out.”
Kelsey sniffled as she rose her head and looked up at Erika. “I was beautiful, wasn’t I? I mean, I was young and pretty, right?”
“Yes you were dear, but let’s not dwell on that now. We need to get you out of those ill-fitting clothes. They can't be comfortable and they look ridiculous on a woman of your advanced age."
Erika undressed Kelsey and Kelsey could hardly stand it as she saw the ravages of time on her one supple and taught body. "My legs! They were so sexy once, now look at them!" she cried. They did look like two withered sticks now. She then took off the tight black lace panties revealing an all-white bush of hair that had grown out as Kelsey had normally kept her pussy clean-shaven. . Erika found a pair f plain white panties and put them on her and then she searched around and found a long-sleeved beige pull-over sweater and put it on her. She then cut the tangled mess of white hair that was dried out into a short and manageable haircut style. Finally she topped it off with a conservative necklace. She also had a ankle length skirt on and some comfortable flat shoes. "There now, you look much more respectable now for a woman of your age."
Kelsey looked up in the mirror and did not recognize the distinguished yet very elderly woman staring back at her. She looked like a great-grandmother. Kelsey then put her hands together and parayed a little prayer. "Lord help this old woman, please make me young again!"
Erika paused for a moment and then decided to take charge again. She felt pity for the old woman. "We need to find you a wheelchair so we can get you to the doctor to make sure you are ok. Then we will find a nice nursing home for you and I promise to visit you every day.”
“You will?” she sniffled.
“Of course dear.”
Kelsey’s mind began to get confused and wander as she tried to make sense of what had happened.
“I remember when I was a little girl.” She mumbled.
“Stop that now Kelsey. It is not healthy to dwell on the past.”
Kelsey looked up at the matronly woman as her recognition seemed to change. She took her weathers and knarled hand and patted Erika on the cheek. “You’re such a good grand-daughter. I think it is time for my nap now. I am so tired. Can you help this old woman to her bed?”
"Certainly Grandma." smiled Erika as she decided to play along.
Last Edit: Jan 19, 2019 12:45:39 GMT -6 by agemagic
Not meaning to interrupt, but another character thought...
- Maxine “Max” -21 - athletic, tall, with dark hair in a short, pixie or undercut style - Attending college on a soccer scholarship, team captain who lives life fast and never slows down. Has started dating a female grad student a couple years older than her. Bikes everywhere. -late 60s/early 70s
Maxine, or “Max” as her friends called her cruised up to her apartment entrance after a 50 mile bike workout. She gracefully glided off the bike while it was still in motion and in one fell swoop scooped up the bike with one arm and cradled it to her front door. After letting herself in she set the bike down and began to strip off her clothes a piece at a time as she walked purposefully to her bathroom and shower. The 21 year-old young woman was about 5 foot-8 with an hourglass figure and very impressive 36-C cup breasts. Her short dark hair was cut in a “pixie” cut style that made her look cute as well as beautiful. Max was a senior at the university on a full athletic scholarship. Her sport of choice was soccer, and she was captain of the varsity team. The team was unbeaten this season heading into their final match, which would determine the National Championship. Her position was Right Wingback and she was a fierce competitor who loved to intimidate her opponents. So much so that she had earned the nickname “Mad Max.”
To stay in top shape she did more than workout at the gym, she rode her bike everywhere religiously to keep her cardio up.
As Max got out of the shower and dried off she heard the front door open and close. It was her girlfriend Kelly. At 25 years of age, Kelly was older than Max. She was a doctoral candidate student working on her doctorate in French. A brunette with a curvy figure and large breasts, she may be older than Max, but Max was certainly the dominate one in this relationship. While Max was bi-sexual in her tastes, Kelly was a full-blown Lesbian.
“Kelly? I’ll be right out in a second.”
“Take your time sweetie. You’ve got a full practice this afternoon, right?”
“Yep. One last go at it before the big game tomorrow. I left your ticket at the main gate under my name.”
“I would not miss it for the world baby.”
As Max opened the bathroom door with her towel around her waist she saw Kelly completely nude posing seductively on her bed. “I thought we could have a workout before your practice. You know, to get that cardio going for you.” She purred.
“I think that is a splendid idea” smiled Max as she let her towel fall to the floor, revealing her perfectly and neatly trimmed bush and long, taught, firm and sexy legs. As she walked slowly over to the bed her large breasts swayed gently, her nipples getting hard. She leaned down, letting the weight of her breasts pull her forward as she gently kissed Kelly, then biting her bottom lip, Her hands caressing their way down her body to her waiting and wet pussy. She probed deeply inside of Kelly making her whimper in pleasure. As the sensations inside built she began to call out to Max in French, which really turned Max on. “Baise moi! Baise moi plus fort, mon Cherie!” She then pushed her over and came up behind her as she leaned in a dominated her as she took control.
Soon they were getting each other off and fucking frantically as they both orgasmed multiple times. Afterwards, Max got up and cleaned herself off, while Kelly lay in bed exhausted. Kelly then got up and as she walked towards the bathroom, she passed Max and as she did, she made a point of her large breasts and nipples brush against Max’s tits and erect nipples. “Oh, you are such a bad girl.” Purred Max.
Kelly laughed and went in the bathroom and took a shower. Max put on a pair of panties and laid back down on the bed for a moment basking in the aftermath of their love making. She them sat up on the bed and grinned.
“I think I can take a few more minutes before going” she giggled to herself as she got out of the bed and slowly began to walk towards the shower. “Oh Kelly, let me help you reach those hard to reach spots.”
A couple hours later, Max cruised up on her bike to the practice field. After changing in the locker room she headed out to the field where her team was gathered along with the head coach.
“Nice of you to join us, Max.” he chuckled.
“My pleasure. Ok girls, are we ready to kick some ass?”
All the girls on the team cheered.
“Ok, first string players versus the second stringers. Let’s make this game full speed and full contact. I want to see how you all do before tomorrow’s championship match.”
“We will try to not beat you too badly” laughed Max.
As the game started Max was able to score a goal very quickly, humiliating the goalkeeper. As the ball got into play once again the girls were running full out aggressively. Suddenly the time wave swept across the field causing immediate havoc.
Max, who was charging the other tams right fullback, who had the ball, she was stunned to see sexy 20 year old blonde woman suddenly disappear into her uniform in mid-kick as she was instantly regressed to a 2 year old baby. That’s when the wave hit Max as she suddenly felt her hip give way and her legs wobble as if her entire body had just been drained of energy. She collapsed onto the field and as she struggled to get up she heard screams all around her.
Next to her was a matronly woman in her 50s with salt-and-pepper hair who looked vaguely familiar. The number on her jersey told her that it should be Caroline, her teammate. But Caroline was only a 17 year old freshman girl who had been recruited as a Phenom. This looked more like her grandmother.
“Help me!” she heard a girl scream as she turned and one her other side was a 12 year old little girl wearing nothing but an oversized jersey, a loose sports bra dangling off her shoulders and shorts and panties pooled around her bare feet with her socks and sneakers lying on the ground next to her. The number on the jersey told her that was Kirstin, a Korean-American girl who was a 22 year-old senior, her black hair hung loosely in her face and round-wire-rimmed glasses looking too big for her. She was looking at her hands confused.
That’s when Max finally took in the whole view of the soccer field and could hear screaming and crying and babbling of children. Young beautiful college girls were now much older or younger. It was utter chaos.
“Max, can I help you?” she heard a woman’s voice say. She rolled over and saw a middle-aged woman of about 47 walk up to her. “Cindy? Is that you?” Cindy was the teams left fullback. She was only 18 years old, but now her once beautiful and bright red hair had streaks of white in it and she looked more like an aging cougar rather than a perky freshman.
“Yes Max, it’s me. Let me help you up.”
“Ok, thanks. What the hell just happened?” she said as she kept trying to clear her throat. Her voice sounded raspy and low for some reason. That’s when she saw her hands. They were not the hands of a 21 year-old young woman, but those of an old woman. They looked like her grandmother’s hands. “Oh God, it has happened to me too. How bad is it Cindy?”
“Well, it’s not good Max. I’d say you’re ready for retirement rather than graduation.”
“Get me back to the locker room Cindy I need to see how bad it is. God, everything aches!” as they walked slowly to the locker room as others began to do the same. “How old do I look, Cindy?”
“C’mon, be honest.”
“Late 60s, early 70s maybe?”
As they reached the locker room, all the women and girls were trying to make sense of what had just happened to them and some were comforting each other. Little girls were cradling the elderly and so forth. Call phones were going off left and right as loved ones were checking in as the time wave was a world-wide event. Many of the woman and girls were taking selfies and sending them to loved ones to show them what had happened.
As Max reach the sink and looked into the mirror she was flabbergasted at what she saw.
No longer was there a beautiful 21 year old sexy athlete at the beginning of her adult life, but an old, tired looking woman near the end and ready for retirement. Her face had the lines and wrinkles of a woman who had lived a full life, but not a mass of wrinkles like she had feared. Her dark hair was mostly gray and white now, but still with some darkness to some of it. As she slowly stripped off her uniform she could see her body was frail, and she had lost a lot of muscle mass, she was still in fair shape. She winced as she could tell that her sports bra was struggling to keep her larger and now very soft and sagging breasts contained. She dreaded seeing the lump less sacks they had become. Still, not as bad as it could have been. Her body had aged based on her physical condition, which was extremely fit.
“Ladies, can I have your attention please,” said a pimply-faced 14 year old boy. It was Coach Hardin. “It seems this is a world-wide event. Everyone, and I mean everyone was affected. Some in big ways and some small. All the girls under the age of 10 we will keep here till we can sort out what to do and reach their next of kin. The rest of you, return to your dorms, homes, or apartments and reach out to your friend and loved ones and keep watching the TV for up-dates as to what needs to be done. The university will also be contacting each of you as well. Good luck.” And with that Coach Hardin rushed into his office as his teenage hormones had given him an uncontrollable boner.
Max got dressed and winced that her yoga pants and shirt just didn’t fit comfortably anymore. As she got on her bike, her whole body ached as she slowly pedaled her way to her apartment, which was two miles away. She was exhausted after only riding 100 yards. “Good God! This is pathetic!” She had to start and start multiple times and it took her a good 90 minutes to finally get back, Max didn’t have her cell phone with her as she never took it to practice. She just hoped that Kelly was ok.
As she reached her apartment she was covered in sweat and completely exhausted. She opened the door and came inside. “Kelly? Kelly are you here?”
“In the bedroom baby!” she heard, but the voice didn’t sound quite right.
As she walked into the bedroom she was stunned at what she saw. There was Kelly, but not the beautiful and voluptuous 25 year old sexy woman, but rather a nude innocent looking 14 year old girl on the cusp of puberty staring in the full-length mirror. Small 32 A-Cup breasts could just be seen developing on her chest and her pussy just had a few wisps of soft downy hair beginning to emerge. Faint, soft outlines of curves were just appearing, but her body still had a coltish look to it. “Kelly?!”
Kelly quickly wrapped the over-sized robe on and turned to see Max. “Max! Oh baby! What happened to you?!” Kelly rushed over and hugged Max around the waist. It looked more like an eager grandchild embracing her grandmother.
Max put one wrinkled hand on top of Kelly’s head and stroked her hair. “I know, I know. I’m old enough to be your grandmother now sweetie. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault we ended up like this. I still love you Max!”
“And I you, but this will never work. I’d be arrested for child molesting for Christ’s sake.”
“But I don’t want to lose you Max!” she began to cry. Max sat down as the girl crawled up into her lap and cuddled with her as she sobbed.
“You won’t lose me Cindy. I will be right here and you can come and visit me any time. But we can no longer be lovers, understand? You have got your whole life ahead of you and I am going to have to hope I can find happiness with someone closer to my own age now. I am not going to let this thing beat me. I may be an old woman now, but in my mind I am still 21 and damn it, I am going to get this old body in the best shape a 70 year old has ever been in.”
Kelly sniffed. “You can do it Max, I know you can. I will always remember you Max and I will never forget how beautiful you once were either.”
“Thanks sweeties,” she said as she kissed the young girl on the forehead. Want to help me pick something out appropriate to wear? Then we need to get you back to your place. Have you heard from anyone in your family?”
“Yep. My Mom was turned into a 17 year old and my grandmother is now just 23, so we are going to live with her.”
“Great. Now let’s find me some clothes to wear.” And with that they went into the closet.
Soon they had picked out a nice conservative black pull-over and a turquoise scarf to hide the neck wrinkles. A nice pair of pearl earrings helped as well as she combed her short hair back and applied some simple make-up and lipstick. Once she was done, she looked like a respectable retiree.
She was not going to accept this new age as an excuse to give up, but rather she was going to live life to its fullest and maybe find a nice soccer coaching job somewhere.
Last Edit: Jan 22, 2019 17:40:24 GMT -6 by agemagic
Not meaning to interrupt, but another character thought...
- Maxine “Max” -21 - athletic, tall, with dark hair in a short, pixie or undercut style - Attending college on a soccer scholarship, team captain who lives life fast and never slows down. Has started dating a female grad student a couple years older than her. Bikes everywhere. -late 60s/early 70s
- Kayla - 24 - Dirty blonde, roughly 5'5", thicker girl but still technically fit - A southern-belle type living in a big city now, working as a hair stylist. Stubborn, yet confident; faithful to her husband at home. - Becomes: 75
Shannon was a beautiful middle-aged mother with large breasts and striking green eyes, Her 10-year-old daughter Caroline was a sweet tomboy of a girl with dark brown hair like her mother’s. They were both hanging out in the kitchen when the time wave swept through the house. Caroline dropped her drink as she screamed in pain and before Shannon could help her daughter, it hit her as she screamed and fell to the floor herself. Caroline crawled to the kitchen and as she pulled herself into the bathroom she could hear the moaning sounds of her mother in the den. “What’s happening to us?!” screamed Caroline.
Suddenly Caroline noticed her hands. They weren’t the hands of a young girl, but that of a young woman. He body was rapidly maturing as curves appeared on her maturing body as her little girl pajamas strained to contain her rapidly blossoming figure. Her nipples puffed out an d began to expand into soft but firm and perky orbs of flesh as her pre-teen breasts grew into large c-cups defying gravity as they pushed and tore her top apart revealing her newly aged womanhood. Her flat bottom had now gained mass and shape as it rounded into a full “bubble butt” that finally tore apart her bottoms revealing long shapely and sexy legs and a full bush of hair around her now adult vagina. “Oh my goodness!” she purred shocked at how mature she sounded in her lower raspy and sexy voice, “I’m a woman!” she exclaimed. Suddenly she felt warm again and then she saw her delicate hands, but they were not those of a sexy young woman, but rather those of a middle-aged woman. As she looked into the mirror she almost fainted in shock. There was Caroline, but not the young woman, but a version of her at age 60 at least. No longer was she the 10 year old little girl, or the 21 year old seductress she had become, but an elderly woman. Her face was drawn with wrinkles and the ravages of time. Her cheeks were hanging loosely on her face as crow’s feet and wrinkles under her now hazel eyes gave her a grandmotherly look. And worse still, she was still aging!
Her hair was completely white and thinning as she ran her now bony fingers through it. She looked down at her once voluptuous body and felt her large breasts straining and simply lying in her youthful bra, sagging from old age. Her once firm rear end and bubble butt had expanded some and was now sagging in her youthful panties. Her gorgeous legs were now worn and withered, her knee joints swollen and she was bent over from extreme age.
“Oh god! I’m an old woman!” she rattled, shocked again at the sound of her now aged voice that was gravely and low. Suddenly, she heard a child’s voice scream. Her mother Shannon!! As she shuffled across the room as the old woman she now was, she had to put one shaking hand on her back for support as she grabbed a walking cane with the other to help her make it to the other room. It seemed like so much work and effort just to move!
As she made it back into the den she began to call out in an old woman’s voice. “Mommy?!” the old woman croaked, “Mommy, it’s me, your daughter Carol!” That’s when she finally spotted her mother. Only, she was no longer the older one now.
There was Shannon lying on the floor, but no longer a 44 year-old beautiful middle-aged woman, but a child of only 7. Her womanly features now gone, her clothes swallowed her now young child’s body.
As she stood up and ran to her daughter, her pants and panties fell off and her once skin-tight shirt which revealed her full figure, simply swallowed her as she struggled to pull it and her now useless bra off. As she stood nude in front of her daughter, she seemed confused. “Caroline! Is that you? Oh my God, you ha become so old! Help me! I’m getting too young!” cried the little girl who was now only 5 years of age. But Caroline could do nothing to stop the regressing, or her aging as she watched helplessly as Shannon regressed further and further until she was only 2 years old.
“Cawol! Hewlp me! Me no baby, me your mommy! Me gwown up! Me woman! Hewp! Mommy?....Mommy? Ith that that you gran-ma? Ith that…gaa-gaa-gaa.” Shannon was now just a little baby sucking her thumb in Caroline’s now elderly arms. Carol was now also around 96 years of age and looked every year of it as her mind began to go senile.
“Mommy? Mommy, I mean… Shannon,….. Shannon, is that you?” rattled the very old and elderly woman. “I used to be young once too……you must be my grandchild….no, I mean my great-grandchild….am I a grandmother? I can’t be…I’m just a little girl….what’s happening….to…me? I can’t seem to think…..I remember when I was a little girl…a little girl….” The old woman began rocking back and forth as dementia over took the former tomboy and now elderly woman as her once middle-aged mother and now baby granddaughter slept in her arms.
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2019 15:13:52 GMT -6 by agemagic
It was prom night at East Valley High and all the students had been looking forward to it for months. All the girls in the school had been scrambling for dates and spending outrageous amounts of money on dresses and accessories. Each wanted to look the most beautiful and alluring. One boy, however, could not get a girl to go with the prom with him. Earl had been trying for months to get a date, but each of the girls he asked either laughed in his face or just rolled their eyes and walked past him. He felt humiliated. Sure he was not a great looking guy and he could lose a few pounds, but he had always been smart and polite. Why was it nice guys always seemed to finish last? At least that was what he was asking himself. The last girl he asked simply told him "Not if I was 80 years old and desperate!"
Soon, it was time for the prom and all the girls came in with their escorts looking gorgeous as usual. Earl just sat back and watched as all the girls filed into the room in a long procession. Soon, music filled the gym and everyone was dancing. That was when the time wave swept across the school campus and through the auditorium. Earl felt dizzy as his body felt strange and he steadied himself. What was happening?
As he looked around the first girl he noticed was Becky Hughes. She was a tall, long legged beauty with long brown hair and large breasts. She was wearing a strapless dress. At 16, she was one of the schools prettiest and smartest girls. However, as she danced with her date, she seemed somewhat different, but only Earl noticed this change at first. She seemed to grow taller just a bit and fill out her dress a little more. Becky stopped dancing a few times to re-adjust her dress which was becoming uncomfortably tight. Her face also seemed more mature and her features sharper. The young 16-year-old boy she was slow dancing with did not notice that he was now dancing with a full-grown woman of 26. As they waltzed across the floor, Becky seemed to age a year every few seconds. Soon the boy was dancing with a full-grown woman old enough to be his mother as she passed 40 years of age. Slight strands of gray hair could be seen filling her hair which was in a tight bun and Earl could make out the fine lines and crow’s feet that accompanied middle-age. The boy she was dancing with, Jeff, seemed to regress slightly into a 14 year old freshman boy. Soon she stopped dancing again but they did not stop their embrace, she just kicked off her now uncomfortably high-heeled shoes, exposing the feet of an older, mature woman, veined filled, thinning and becoming knarled from age.
Soon she was passing 60 and her hair was now mostly gray and her once long, firm arms were now loose and sagging, along with her now large breasts. Her face was sagging from age and wrinkles now too as her wrinkled hands began to shake from old age. "I think we should stop now Jeffery" rattled the old woman. The young boy pulled back in shock to stare at a 70 year old elderly woman that was once the head cheerleader. All he could do is gasp and run away in his oversized tux while Becky could not understand what had happened as her mind began to wander as Alzheimer’s set in. She hobbled off the dance floor as on-lookers assumed some old alumni must have been attending the prom as well. "Must be from the class of 1912!" laughed one student.
Soon, the entire student body began aging at various rates. One 15 year old girl named Rachel seemed to grow and age to about 50 years old almost instantly and then just stopped, her large breasts bursting out of her already tight dress and dropping as she screamed and ran to the bathroom. 16 year old girls became 70 year old grandmothers almost in a matter of seconds, even one 14 year old freshman girl aged 80 years to a ripe old age of 94 in only a minute, her withered body hunched over from age straining the short, tight teenage dress she was wearing, crying over her lost youth. She had aged through adolescence into a young teenage beauty, to young adulthood with a striking body, to middle age and then to the age of a grandmother and finally extreme old age in mere moments, unable to even enjoy her adulthood before advanced age ravaged her body.
The boys did not fare any better either. Some immediately regressed into toddlers while other quickly matured into middle-age or old age.
Meanwhile, some couples had left the prom early to get into their boyfriends cars for make-out sessions. One girl, Sarah, had gotten into the back of her boyfriend’s limousine and she had decided that this was the night she wanted to lose her virginity. Her 18-year-old boyfriend Roger was the school football hero too, this night would be perfect she thought. As they began to make love with the lights our in the limo, they probed each other frantically as teenagers do. Little did Roger know, or could see was that his 16 year old girlfriend Sarah was already older than him and aging rapidly. He was surprised at how large her breasts had become as he unlatched her bra, which was straining to the limit as she aged into young adulthood. At 25 her hormones were racing to make up for lost time as she mounted him, hungry for all he could give her. As they began to rock back and forth it seemed that she aged a year for every gyration. Roger was lost in the moment as he was helpless under her control as she was on top of him he closed his eyes and simply caressed her large breasts and nipples as he gyrated faster and faster. Roger himself aged three years into a full grown adult man of 21, thirsty for sex. As she passed middle age at 40, her soft blonde hair was now getting strands of gray, but neither noticed. As she experienced menopause at 46, she shuddered with pleasure like she had never known, but she could not stop there. At 56 her breasts were now sagging and roger was wondering why they seemed so much softer than before and not as firm, but he did not want to stop. At 60 her hair was completely gray and her face was wrinkled and as she kissed Roger deeply and probed his mouth with her tongue, Roger felt her wrinkled lips kissing biddy and knew something was definitely wrong, but he let his dick think for him and ignored it.
Finally one final thrust came and Sarah let out a loud moan of ultimate pleasure and collapsed in Rogers’s arms. At 80 years of age, it would be the first and last orgasm she would ever have. Roger cradled the now elderly woman in the dark as she then smiled slowly and rattled out in a much lower and aged voice "How was that for you sweetie?"
Back in the gym, all hell had broken out as middle-aged and old women were screaming for help as their dates ran in horror at the scene wondering what had happened to their beautiful dates, not realizing it was happening to them too. For some reason Earl simply enjoyed the spectacle and laughed. To him it was Karma after the reject he had suffered. A gorgeous red-headed 28-year-old woman walked over to Earl. Her clothes were ripped, exposing her large, 36-D cup breasts and large erect nipples; her long, long legs were that of a model, with a perfectly rounded ass. Walked hesitantly over to Earl as if she was still unsure of how to move with all these new curves as she was barefoot due to her heels were now too small for her adult feet. "Earl?" she whispered, "Is that you?"
“Of course, (cough), I mean (cough), my voice!” Earl’s voice was so much lower like a rich baritone now. His clothes felt tight too. “Here, take a look.” Said the woman as she handed him her compact. Earl looked in the mirror and was stunned to see a very handsome man of probably 30 staring back at him. His adolescent weight had melted off and he was surprised at how handsome he had become. He then looked up at the strange woman. "Who are you?" exclaimed Earl.
"I'm Jenny Thatcher, don’t you recognize me now?" Earl thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered Jenny. She was a new freshman girl of 13 who was incredibly smart and mature for her age, but an plain and undeveloped tween girl with red-haired pigtails no one had noticed, until now. "Uh, Jenny? Wow, you sure grew up. You are beautiful.” Jenny blushed at that. “You think so? Thanks. You’re quite handsome too.”
“Gee, thanks,” blushed Earl in return. “I wonder what caused all this chaos?”
“I checked my iPhone in the restroom, it seems this has happened all of the entire planet with no rhyme or reason. Seeing what has happened to a lot of the kids here, I think you and I were the lucky ones.”
“I guess you right. So how are you handling it?”
“Well, it is still so very strange. I am still figuring out how to move in this body. I mean I was just a young girl and now suddenly I am a full-grown adult woman with all sorts of new sensations and such. It’s taking a little getting used to figuring out how to walk and move with these now.” Jenny cupped her large breasts in her hands to illustrate. “They feel; really heavy but really good too and my ass has gotten so big!”
“It’s not big, I think it is just right for a woman your age.”
“Well I have got a secret to tell you. I always had a crush on you. You were so smart and funny.”
“Really? Well, uh, well, um. Maybe you would like to join me and perhaps we could go out on a date." Earl smiled broadly. This night had worked out better than he could have planned. “Why wait? We are both mature adults now. We can do what we want. And right now I want to be alone with you,” she whispered. ” With that Jenny took Earl by the hand and led him to the exit.
As Earl and Jennifer made their way through the Gym past the sea of old woman hobbling around, some lost in senility, Earl could her one of old women exclaim "Someone get me something to drink before I die of old age!" Earl just smiled.
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2019 15:57:54 GMT -6 by agemagic
Darcy was a cute 11 year old girl with short brown hair and freckles wearing what was likely her mother’s sexy Victoria Secret lingerie outfit that was both too big and way too mature for her. Next to her was a young 12 year old boy who looked like a boy scout wearing nothing but his underwear. They were in Darcy’s bedroom while Darcy’s mother was out shopping. The two kids had a crush on each other and adolescence was making them both curious and aroused around each other without quite not knowing what to do about it. So they decided to experiment.
“Are you sure this is what adults wear when they want to kiss?” asked the young girl.
“Yep, now do you want to do this or not?” asked the boy.
As they leaned into each other and lightly kissed, they both closed their eyes. At that moment the time wave swept through. The girl went through the first stages of puberty with a vengeance as her young body took on some curves and her breasts first appeared as puffy nipples and began to grow as her young toothpick legs began to take a more pleasing shape and tone. She moaned as it occurred as she pushed her lips harder onto Michael. The boy shot up in height and seemed to gain a few pounds of muscle. As they broke off their passionate kiss they paused as they began to breathe heavily. They now seemed much more interested in each other’s bodies and more than just kissing.
“Wow, “he said, “your older now!”
“So are you!”
“Maybe this is what is supposed to happen, when you kiss?”
“I don’t know, but I like it!” Darcy said as she used her now 16 year old hands to rub up and down over Michael’s lean high-school body.
In return, Michael; hesitantly reached up and cupped one of Darcy’s 34-B breasts and caressed it, causing her to close her eyes and moan loudly in approval.
“Do you want, I mean, would you like to…um, go further?”
Darcy opened her eyes, her raging hormones taking control. “Yes, I do Michael.”
With that Michael squeezed her breasts and leaned in for another passionate kiss, then Darcy stopped him as she looked into his eyes.
“Michael, I want this first time to be extra special, after all, we can only lose our virginity once”
“Don’t worry Darcy, I didn’t realize it before but I think I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know they say we are too young to believe that, but I know it’s true. I also know we are both ready to make this commitment”. Michael leaned over and gently kissed Darcy again who shuddered with excitement as he began to rub her young, perky teenaged breasts.
What they didn’t realize was that the time wave was not through with them yet as they were both having a slow reaction to its effects.
As they began to frantically make out like hormone raged teenagers they both began to age again, but gradually. It took a moment to see the changes occurring, but it was evident in the girl first as her breasts suddenly grew quite large and she filled out the black teddy to straining proportions as she finished maturing through puberty. As she matured into an 18 year old girl, her breasts were now a perfect 36C-cup and her hair lengthened to her shoulders as her face took on the look of a young woman and not a young girl.
The boy had shot up in height as well and his muscles seemed to swell a bit. They began to make more frantic foreplay as he slowly took off her teddy, revealing her large erect breasts with hard nipples. Her legs which had once been just shapely were now long and sensual as her hips had widened into sexy round curves and a bubble butt.
Michael let his underwear drop to the floor revealing a very erect and enlarged penis, while Darcy let the now too tight black-laced teddy drop to the floor revealing an amazingly beautiful young woman with perfect breasts and hour-glass figure. She also now had a full bush of hair between her legs, where a few moments before they was none. Michael gently led her to the bed as they continued to kiss and age. By the time they were lying on the bed, they were now both full-grown adults in their early twenties. They should have been out of college and just starting life as young adults. Michael’s face was now chiseled, while Darcy’s face sharpened as her body lost the last of its baby fat and her freckles disappeared. Her feet and hands were now womanly as they rubbed up and down along Michael’s body.
Darcy was unsure as to what to do next, so she let her urges and curiosity guide her as she reached down and caressed Craig’s member as he moaned with pleasure. Somehow, she seemed to know what to do next as she had read about this before but it just now struck home as to how to do it. She led Michael’s penis to her now full bush which had only been sparsely filled with soft hair moments before, as it was now wet with anticipation. As Michael mounted Darcy she let out a sharp squeal of pleasure. At the same time they both hit 30 years of age.
They should have been married a few years now and had a couple of kids by this point. Now both mature adults, the lines of age begin to creep across their faces as slight gray hairs began to find their way into their hair. Darcy’s hair was now well past her shoulders, her taught body was aging faster as they began to gyrate and rock with passion. Each thrust made by Michael was like another year being added to their bodies. By the time they were both 40 years of age, Darcy’s impressive breasts seemed to enlarge a bit more and loose some of their tone as they seemed to spread a bit as she bit her lip in ecstasy. She was now older than her own mother. Time was speeding up for the two of them as they began to have frantic sex. 45 years of age, 50 years of age. Darcy’s daughter would have been a young adult herself now and getting married and starting to have a family of her own.
They were both beginning to look their age as they were now mature middle-aged adults about eligible for AARP instead of the two young 6th graders they once were. Michael was having a harder time as his energy level was decreasing. His salt-and-pepper hair showed his age as he lost more muscle mass. Darcy had tucked her legs up more and was rubbing the side of Michael’s body with her now mature feet, that looked older than her own mother’s as her hands began to thin out, the fingers seeming more worn as she scratched Michael’s back as she moaned louder and louder. Her daughter should be a mother by now and Darcy would have been a grandmother by this time.
“Dear God Michael, more! More! Harder! Faster!” she screamed in a voice that was obviously much lower than before and much more mature.
Michael did his best but was losing ground fast as they both hit 60 years of age. Darcy’s hair was more gray than brown and Michael was now a silver haired distinguished looking man. Darcy’s body began losing it’s fight with time as she lost muscle tone and her breasts spread more as well as her once firm bubble butt which now had widened and softened. Her feet which were still rubbing up against Michael were now knarled and very bony, with calluses along the soles of her feet.
As they both reached 70 years of age Michael made one last hard thrust, “Here it comes sweetheart” moaned the old man in a raspy, deep voice.
“Oh GOD!” screamed the old woman as she shuddered with a multiple orgasm stronger than she ever felt was possible.
The 80 year old man collapsed into Darcy’s arms, sweat pouring off his body which was now that of a very old man’s. Darcy was now quite old as her lips were trembling and she wrapped her sagging arms around the man she loved. “That was so special my love” she rattled in an old woman’s voice. “I feel so very tired, I so wish we were young again” the 90 year old woman mumbled unaware that Michael was sound asleep in her arms. They were now both 95 as it stopped and looked every year of it. Her daughter would have been a grandmother at this point and Darcy a great-grandmother. The very old, elderly woman fell asleep with whom she now considered her husband of 80 years.
They would now have to be taken to a retirement home where they would live out their few remaining years together, a loving elderly couple.
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2019 16:27:09 GMT -6 by agemagic
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