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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 30, 2019 11:37:35 GMT -6
Kimberly once again found her history re-vamped as her birthdate moved back another 10 years. Now she was born in the summer of '67 and remembered being big into the punk scene of the early to mid 80s. She got pregnant in '88 and basically didn't stop having children until the mid 90s. During this time she was never really able to hold down a job because of her wild-side and her attitude. She was a heavy drinker and smoker and could party with the best of them. But her kids rarely saw that side of her. She was a devoted mom to them and dated a series of washed up rock-stars, elderly millionaires and creeps with ties to organized crime to get the monetary support her kids needed to have a sheltered life. But despite all of this, as they grew up they began to resent her for never living for herself. When her kids were teenagers in the mid to late 2000s they would often be embarrassed that other kids parents held jobs and cooked family dinners while her mom seemed like she always had a new boyfriend and was too tired to do anything. Her beautiful looks also started to fade around that time and it became harder and harder to land guys that could support her and her brood of kids. She plumped out in her 40s and now at 51 she looked puffy and leathery. She colored her hair to seem more youthful and still dressed like a rockers girlfriend. She got all her kids through college, the last one graduating this year. They all had professional job as the half-a-century old Kimberly sat at home and drank and played her old punk albums on a dusty cassette deck.
Samantha looked at her twin who seemed like she would fit right in as a barfly in this dive bar and then looked back fearfully at Vanity. Determined to keep her cheerleading career. "I WILL be a cheerleading coach after I retire!" She said and then winced at what was going to happen to her.
Endorpha sat on the stool next to Amos, taking her hands off of him. Her demeanor shifted from flirty to more down-to-business. "I'm a professional wish granter, fixer and party organizer. You tell me what your heart desires. What's going to make you feel GOOOOOD and I'll name my price and make it happen. But cross me and... well did you watch those Fyre Festival documentaries?" She asked with a grin presenting her business card. "I love meeting new clients here. The proprietors are pretty liberal about what the allow in the establishment - hence the little game being played over there and us more business minded magical consultants can demonstrate our services in a contained space where the average by-standard doesn't interfere or go "Whaaaaat? I didn't know THAT could happen!?"
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Post by amoscrow on Jan 30, 2019 12:50:39 GMT -6
-Amos then smirked at endorpha- Ah, then maybe I should explain myself. I'm a freelance agent of Chaos and Mayhem, and what I do is give people what they want with a price. I cut middle men out of my deals and get straight to the point. My favorite part of what I do, is how these people come back for more, and more, and more. So I give them more, I'm their drug you see, but when you finally can't pay what I want...well...-he chuckled with a dark and smooth tone to make anyone shiver in curious delight and slight fear- I come-a callin'! And some times, I leave magical artifacts that give me little calls, and I play the part of "cursed" object or location. You sound like someone who could fix those kinds of things, and truth be told, that to me, is slightly annoying. -he was being honest here. Amos was no saint, was no kind man. He could be those things, someone in true need or who could play his heartstrings he could be a true angel. However, most of the time he was worse than the devil and twice as effective-
-Amos then turned his attention back to Cal, a excited expression on his face- Ah! So then friend, if she is a good mother of 6 kids, Make her a diner worker and pass on a second Job. She busts her ass for her kids! Most of which are in or out of highschool now. Hmmm, to get by her eldest kids help in paying her bills ever so often! -he said with a cheery expression!-
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2019 12:59:54 GMT -6
"Have fun, Grandma!" Vanity giggles at the withered hag. "You'll feel pretty old around all those youthful, spry teenagers. But remember, Cheerleading is your life!"
"Thanks, Amos." Calum nods. "Vanity, you might as well leave, because my next move will most certainly end this game! A Cheerleading Coach? Must be nice, Kim's job these days is much less glamorous, considering she's a lunch lady! But it pays the bills, ain't that right, ma'am?!"
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 30, 2019 14:43:14 GMT -6
Samantha felt her body aging as twenty more years piled on. Her blonde hair faded into a yellow tinted white as it thinned above her head. She was finally wearing something that covered her wrinkled mid section as a cotton top appeared on her as well as a beige bra cupping her now shrinking saggy breasts. Her legs felt weaker and her knees felt swollen. She wouldn't be able to do high kicks without dislocating something. She brought a veiny hand up to her neck and felt the looser skin and then up to her cheeks to feel the wrinkles of her lined face her eyes went wide. "I'm like old!" She gasped wide-eyed. But once again she looked over at her twin and suddenly felt better about her predicament.
Because for Kimberly her DOB once again adjusted. This time to 1947. She was officially a Baby Boomer. She had been a hippie chick during the summer of love when she popped out her first kid at a Jefferson Airplane concert. She went on to have 5 more throughout the 60s and 70s working as a night club girl, then a diner waitress as her looks began to fade from all those years of drugs and alcohol. All of her pregnancies and greasy food has really done a number on her figure, the one her twin sister had managed to maintain into her golden years. But Kimberly fluxuated between obese and just portly having never lost the double chin she gained in the early 80s. She retired from waitressing in the early 2000s since her older pugnacious face and surly demeanor really hurt the amount of tips she got and for the past ten years has been the lunch lady at the local high school her sister is the head cheerleading coach of. Her kids, all in their 40s and 50s with successful jobs and kids of their own now beg Kimberly to just settle down with one of them but Kimberly refuses, feeling it would be a blow to her dignity. So she puts on a hairnet, lights up a smoke and slings out sloppy joes day after day. She looks over at her pretty-for-her-age sister. "Don't judge me!" She snears.
Samantha holds up her bony hands in defense. "I wasn't... I just... you're a lunch lady? What happened to cheerleading?"
Kimberly stubs out a cigarette on her wide ass with a smirk. "Some of us don't have the luxury of going and playing 'dance princess' when we're raising 6 snot nosed ungrateful kids!" She croaks in a deep horse voice.
Patty claps joyously. "Oh this is priceless! But don't think the competitions over! The two broads are only MY age. You said you was gonna make them OLD!" She said viciously.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2019 15:05:34 GMT -6
"Okay, Seriously, Patty, are you a mortal?" Cal shakes his head. "But let's end this with one last round, yeah?""Fine with me." Vanity giggles." Samantha, have fun at that retirement villa in Florida! I'm sure you'll find a geezer or two interested in those saggy tits of yours!"
Calum yawns.
"That's your end game? Pedestrian." Calum bows at Kim leading her to a table and alerting a waiter to serve. "Since you can't afford retirement, have a nice seafood dinner on me!"
"Do enjoy, Gran. Hope it's not too rich for that elderly tum-tum of yours!"
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Post by amoscrow on Jan 30, 2019 15:10:17 GMT -6
-Amos could clap- Bravo, Bravo you two. Very excellent aging! But I think I know who might have won that one! -he said with a smirk as he looked at Patty.- But who would you give it to, ma'am?
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 30, 2019 15:36:26 GMT -6
Samantha yelped as she found herself aching and clinging to the back of a bar chair for support. Her bony veined hands trembling from palsy. She looked down to see the shrunken shriveled body of an 86 year old. Her hair was now snow white and whispy. Her legs were stick thin and covered in vericose veins and wrinkles. She had on a pair of fuzzy slipper over her liverspotted feet. She felt the silk robe around her frail body but also felt a chill cut through her old bones. She opened the robe and quickly pulled in back tight around her saggy flesh, confirming that she was in-fact naked underneath. The mere sight of the empty, pendulous breasts now dangling against her soft belly was enough to make her feel like fainting. She felt her wrinkled, jowly face and began to tear up. She realized what the succubus' words meant. She was now an old woman living in a posh nursing home but worse - she was completely single! All the guys she had wrapped around her finger as a pro cheerleader would now likely vomit at the suggestion of sex with her. She'd have to make due seducing OLD men. "You can't do this to me i'm only 21!" She wailed.
"Ah sis, get off it. Nobody is buying that anymore. Look at us. We have grandkids that couldn't pass for 21!... or at least I do. You never had any kids did ya?" Her puffy, old twin said sitting at the table in front of her ready to dig in to the meal in front of her. Kimberly's mind had adjusted with new memories. Her birth jumped back a final 15 years meaning that instead of her real birth year of 1997 she was now born before start of World War 2 - in the summer of 1932! She had given birth to all her kids now in the 1950s and stayed a housewife for most of it until her husband ran off with a younger woman in 1975 and left her with nothing. She got a job as a lunch lady at the high school she had attended in her original life. Serving her former friends and boyfriends their lunch throughout her 70s finally retiring a few years ago and moving into her granddaughters house because she couldn't afford to live by herself. Her saggy body flopped about as she chowed down on the food shaking her head on her sister's obvious signs of dementia - insisting that they are really only 21 when all signs point to the contrary. She feels a rumble of indigestion. She holds her wrinkled pot belly. "Uuuughhhh that's not sitting well with me. My old pipes down work the way they use to! That's for sure!" She says with a cackle wiping some gravy from her fat wrinkled cheek with her arm. "Good thing I put my extra strength depends on today!" She said with a laugh and a wheeze.
"Ewwww you're my twin sister! You can't need adult diapers!" Samantha cried in a shrill voice, horrified at the sloppy fat granny her sister had become.
Patty clapped. "Oh this is the most fun i've had in years! And honey - i'm mortal and a kind soul, heart to god. I just HATE the Cowboys, Lakers, Yankees and Giants and these prissy cheerleading skanks got what was coming to them. I'm gonna have to say - Cal wins it! The diaper put it over the edge."
"But what about us? I can't be a cheerleader looking like THIS!" Samantha screamed in a quavering voice gesturing to her thin shrunken old body.
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Post by amoscrow on Jan 30, 2019 15:41:47 GMT -6
-Amos looked at the elderly woman, who still believed she could be a cheerleader- Oh dear, didn't you know about the Arizona Sun City Poms? Well, maybe that's on you, but they are a cheer team that would welcome someone like you, and the warm weather would be good for those joints. -Amos said, snapping his fingers And the old woman's sensible clothes would change-
Hope you don't mind that you're not the head cheerleader, but maybe in a few years you can reach those echelons!
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 30, 2019 15:48:05 GMT -6
Samantha found her thin elderly body once again clothed in the bright top and frilly skirt of a cheerleader. Her shaking hands were now holding two pom poms. She didn't know whether to be grateful and mortified.
"Well now, wait a second - this is interesting. Because sure Kimberly is a gross hot mess of an old woman... but Samantha seems to be desperately clinging to her youth. She seems kind of pathetic with her old wrinkled body doing cheers like she's still young and athletic. She's single, and doesn't have the decades of wordliness that Kimberly now has. She's basically a spoiled young girl trapped in an old womans body. Which, I gotta tell you, sounds a hell of a lot worse than being a fat granny in a diaper. Okay I change my judgement - Vanity wins!" Patty announces definitively.
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Post by amoscrow on Jan 30, 2019 15:52:35 GMT -6
-Amos clapped and laughed. He had tossed all the right things to Cal, but Patty was a bit more on the nose.- Patty, you are a devious old thing aren't you? I like that thought process you got going on there! -he said as he would raise his glass to Patty and her powerful Wisdom-
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2019 16:03:13 GMT -6
"Woohoo!" Vanity cheers, skipping off to the exit. "I'm gonna fuck your friend! I'm gonna fuck your friend!" She happily sings."I'm gonna fuck your friend! Friend! Hey, I'm gonna fuck your friend!"
"You're being very inappropriate in public!" Calum shouts, sighing afterwards. "And you still have to leave me and Kappa alone for a whole week!"
"You lost?" Kappa appears, after singing five j-pop songs.
"Sadly..." Calum shrugs. "I better get going, I promised Sunshine we'd watch a movie tonight."
"Really? Where?!"
"Earth62-11. Some film called Bad Grandma, it stars Mila Kunis at age 82."
"Can I come?"
"Shouldn't you be working on your fanfic world?"
"I got bored."
"Of course you did." Calum shakes his head. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Amos. Thanks for the help...and then helping me lose!" Calum laughs. "No hard feelings, mate. End of the day, I still won."
"Is 62-11 the world with chocolate popcorn and grilled cheese corn dogs served at movie theaters?"
Cal nods.
"They also have these mini toffee bites called Crunchy Combs. Let's get Sunshine, shall we? It'll be her first trip off Universe."
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Post by amoscrow on Jan 30, 2019 16:06:54 GMT -6
Well if "Bad Gradma" is anything like "Bad Grandpa", it'll be hilarious. I hope you two enjoy the movie! -He held his pint up to Cal and said- Don't be a stranger, and here. -he tossed Cal a little brochure of his own bar called "The Dual Persona". - I'd love to see you drop in at anytime! My bar, hilariously enough, works much like this one! -he said happily-
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 30, 2019 16:24:08 GMT -6
Patty gets up to follow them. "Well its been fun and all but its probably time for me to be getting back to the world of normal folks. Here ladies, I can give you a ride to a nursing home if you want." She says as the fat and thin elderly twins link arms and shuffle behind her to the door. She goes to follow Cal and Kappa out and finds that the door won't open for her. "Hey! What gives! I gotta go. It's late it's... what time is it? Do you assholes even have a clock in here?" She says as she tries the door again.
"Oh god, they made us old and trapped us in a bar forever! This is a nightmare!" Samantha wailed.
"Hey they didn't make me old! I earned every line on this face through living all my years!" Patty corrected.
"You and me both lady!" Kimberly nodded in solidarity. She reached her pasty hand to the doornob and it opened right up. "Hey whattaya know!" She says with a grin as the twins hobble out the door.
Patty goes to follow them and gets knocked back on her ass. "Sonofa!"
"It's a magic door. It only lets people in and out if they are supposed to come in or go out. Someone or something clearly doesn't want you to leave yet." Endorpha explains helping the 68 year old to her feet.
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Post by amoscrow on Jan 30, 2019 16:38:55 GMT -6
-Amos watched as he looked at the door. Ah, so this old dear wasn't allowed to leave. So he sat and watched-Name: The Voice of TimeAge: TimelessType of Being: The Voice of Time, and the Assistant Manager of The Magic's BarFun Facts:-Like to watch Sunsets-Enjoys seeing humans age, and regress-Accepts being referred to as male, but is actually Female.-Is a hardassPatrica O' Leary, you may not leave work until the appointed time you are allowed to leave, which is at 9pm tonight. Thus was the deal made when you entered the bar and chose to stand behind it, as a bar tender. -The Robotic being said with a cold, hard voice. It's tone cutting into Patty like a hot knife though butter. The Robot continued- If you have any questions, please take them up with the Assistant GM infront of you, or please, Step into my office. -That last bit almost sounded like a dread threat, from a being much more powerful than most of the people here.-
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 30, 2019 16:42:53 GMT -6
"Uhhh woah! I didn't pretend to be no bartender. I just wanted to go to Sully's and get a drink and I ended up here! What do you mean my shift? I just got done with my shift over at Beantown cab!" She said defensively looking around for help.
Endorpha looked at her with wide-eyed stiffness and subtly shook her head as if to say 'don't try to fight this honey.'
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