Post by chronoeclipse on May 19, 2019 23:43:16 GMT -6
"How about I age them even further!" I suggest, cueing up a song.
"Yeah! Let's turn those freshman into seniors!" Mackenzie said excitedly as she began to massage my shoulders again.
I press play and the song 'Alright' by Supergrass plays. This song always made me think of old people like running around playing sports like young kids so I thought it might be a good song for the moment.
I keep my eyes open this time as I focus hard on continuing the aging. And sure enough after a few moments I see hair graying and wrinkles multiplying on the group of doughy middle-aged adults. I continue watching them as they age an additional 35 years leaving them all in their mid 80s. A smile creeps up on my face as I survey the damage.
The former geeky brunette was now a grey haired granny struggling to do her crunches as her shrunken aged body protested. Her glasses now actually looked a bit too young and stylish on her wrinkled face, to say nothing about how absurd the Pokemon shirt looked on her wrinkled body. I could see (though it was hard to pick up in slow motion) that her hands held out in front of her had developed serious tremors and were shaking visibly.
The former blonde with her had aged into a fluffy old woman with curly white hair and an incredibly saggy body. Her once impressive perky breast were now sadly flopping to either side of her torso making it difficult for her to sit up. The double chins she had gained in middle age now loosened into a wrinkled puffy waddle of skin that flapped around as she moved.
Over at the pull-ups the bald old geezer had lost his grip and stood on the mat clentching his bony wrists with veiny wrinkled hands. His completely bald, liverspotted head now had but a few whisps of white hair and his gym uniform hung off his skeletal body. The old woman paired with him was still clinging to the bar, but also on the verge of losing her grip as her wrinkly old body trembled from the strain. Veins were very visible on the aged calves of her once pretty, toned legs. Her shriveled stomach pooching out over her shorts as she struggles to hold on. Her now toothless mouth moaning from the strain.
Over on the stretching mats a shriveled old tanned woman with long grey hair and a hunched back leaned down to grasp at her knobby knee. Her pickle tits swayed in her too loose top as she tried to reach further. Next to her an old woman with wrinkly jowls and a puffy old gut flops down in slow motion onto her back, no longer having the strength to stretch forward in a seated position. Her eyes are sunken and weathered as she rolls to try to stand on her withered, tired old legs.
Similarly the two old fogies that had been doing the plank were now collapsed on the ground. The frail old lady with short white hair struggling to get back up to her hands and knees, her skin so pale it looked translucent and her ribcage visible under wrinkled skin. Her shriveled face looked ancient as she was also toothless and had a pronounced turkey waddle. The stoner kid was now balding on the top of his head but had long grey and white hair in a horseshoe around his head. His stubble was completely white and his face was sallow. His shirt hung loosely on her frail old chest, with white chest hair visible through the gap in his collar. He had rolled onto his side and tried to get his bony, wrinkled legs to support him as he tried to stand. His hands also trembled visibly.
And then finally the shuttle run had become a shuttle hobble as the two decrepit old people tried to keep upright on the course. The old woman, white a messy grey ponytail of thinning hair and cataracts held one hand out in front of her as she shuffled her feet, one in front of the other never lifting them off the ground. The other hand was clenching her shorts that were no longer being held by her shriveled bony ass. Her breasts had also slipped below her loose fitting sports bra and rested on her wrinkly belly like a pair of fried eggs. She looked like a senile grandma trying to escape a nursing home in her great-granddaughters gym uniform.
The fat old man next to her wasn't any better. He looked like an elderly santa claus that had drunkenly participated in a high school gym class. His white bushy beard hung raggedly from his wrinkled face and his aged gut jiggled with each plodding step. His old body practically bursting out of his gym clothes and his saggy man boobs flopping about under his t-shirt.
"OH WOAH! THAT IS FUCKING HILARIOUS!! Look at them! It's like grandparents day down there!" Mackenzie said in absolute stitches over the sight.
"Yeah it's pretty messed up!" I say taking a little pride in my work.
She nods happily. "We have to make time move normally for them and see what happens but first-"
A) Make their minds old as well! (They will all think and act like old people when time runs normally)
B) Make them realize they've been aged so that they totally freak out! (They will think and act like 15 year olds and get freaked out by their sudden aging when time runs normally)
C) Let me take a picture! (They will think and act like 15 year olds but will stay unaware of their changes so they will continue going through their gym class like nothing in different- just not understanding why everything is wearing them out and so much harder.)
Post by chronoeclipse on May 25, 2019 16:31:14 GMT -6
"Let me just take a picture super quick!" She says excitedly as she pulls out her phone.
"Wait - I don't think we should be-" But my protests were in vain as she gleefully snapped several pics of the aged freshmen.
"These are so awesome!" MacKenzie exclaims.
"Just don't post anything on social media. That's the kind of shit that gets us unwanted attention." I explain and then focus my attention back to the gym class.
Focusing my mind I picture a slowed clock resuming normal speed and sure enough as I look down I see the gym teacher blowing her whistle as the now elderly class shuffles between activities, no one seems to notice how old they all are. In fact I can hear them and they are all acting like teenagers would.
The old woman in the pokemon shirt struggles to get up from laying on her back. She stands shakily and rubs her back as it must ache from the multiple decades of wear on it. She hunches over and raises a trembling hand.
"Mrs. Bradley? I think i'm getting my period. Can I be excused for the rest of class?" She asks, oblivious to the fact that she's well past menopause.
The teacher sighs and walks over to see what the issue is.
The former blonde bombshell she had been partnered with was rolling on the floor, now a puffy old granny with two big pillowy sacks for breasts.
"Uh a little help someone?" She asks holding up a frail hand, hoping that none of the hot upperclassmen boys were watching how much trouble she was having getting up. She kept tossing flirtatious looks back that way not realizing she was old enough to be their great-grandmother. She smooshed her sagging shriveled boobs together to accentuate some of her obscene wrinkly cleavage as she waited for someone to help her to her feet.
Over at the pull-up bars the bald old man was looking really frustrated at himself and rubbing his bony wrists. "Bro, what the hell bro?" He mumbled to himself, thumping his cadaverous chest with a frail hand.
"A little help? My arms giving out!" The old woman next to him wails. He rushes over to wrap his hands around her wrinkled exposed mid section as she lets go of the bar, but he was no longer strong enough to support even holding a shrunken old woman and the two of them topple onto the mat. Her aged body flopped on top of his like in some weird elderly rom-com she bats her sunken eyes and he smiles a toothless smile at her as they giggle and hold prolonged eye contact with their cataract riddled eyes.
The old woman struggling to do stretches is intensely trying to will her shriveled arms and trembling hand down past her knee. "Oh my god! I must have pulled something! I've never been this inflexible before! This is like so so so so bad." She whines in a frail voice.
The fat old woman beside her flops onto her belly and attempts to stand beside her with a series of grunts. "What's the big deal? It just a gym excercise. You're going to get an A in this class anyway. You're like obnoxiously limber." She rattles to the crone still struggling to reach her ankle.
"You like don't understand! I have gymnastics try-outs after school and if I don't make the gymnastics team my entire life is ruined!" The old woman wails as she cups her wrinkled face with her veiny hands and begins to dramatically cry.
The former stoner kid, now a scruffy looking white haired old man just lays on the man chuckling profusely in a raspy voice. "Woah, I'm like soooo stoned right now! I don't even remember toking but I feel like I like can't even move my legs... like... like what if we're all senile old geezers in a nursing home just like remembering back to when we were teenagers? Dude, that would be soooo trippy..." He wheezes. The old woman next to him who had been a very pretty, active girl, had nodded off from the exhaustion of excising at her age and now just snored softly beside him.
And then at the shuttle run the fat bearded old man was bent over wheezing to catch his breath as he flops down onto his ass on the floor. "God I hate gym class!" He moans then looks up suddenly as his partner screams because the ponytailed old woman had lost her grip on her shorts and pants herself in front of her class. Her neon pink undies looked hilariously out of place dangling on her wrinkled bony thighs. Her shriveled pancaking ass drooping down below the seems as the granny scrambled to pull her ill fitting shorts back up and cover her crotch from the pervy boys that all excitedly looked at her.
"That's enough! Cammy, hit the locker and change into something that actually fits you! Fiona - fine, you can go to the nurses office! You two - stop making out and move to your next station! And somebody wake Yazmina up and let her know that she's getting docked points for sleeping through my class - and hey! You two up there! What are you doing here? You can't be in here if you don't have class!" The gym teacher shouts and MacKenzie and I jump up, startled that she spotted us.
"Freeze them Reed!" MacKenzie cries and I quickly hold out my hands to freeze the room.
Nothing happens. The gym teacher is now marching toward us angrily. I fumbling with my ipod and scramble to find something to help me with my mojo. I settle on Just Like Honey by the Jesus and Mary Chain. It's a song that i've long enjoyed playing on repeat in my room as I stared up at my ceiling. It's a song I associate with time standing still. I clench my eyes shut and blast my headphones. When I open them a few moments later the gym teacher is standing a foot away from me reaching out to grab me but she's not moving any closer. The entire room is frozen still except for me and one other person. I look over and Mackenzie is grinning at me and walking backwards through the room as she unbuttons her shirt and opens it to flash me, teasingly as she heads toward:
Post by chronoeclipse on May 26, 2019 19:58:33 GMT -6
I'm continuing to listen to Just Like Honey as the world freezes around me and my crush beckons me toward the girls locker room with her finger as she unclasps the buttons on her shirt one by one.
I stand up, almost like i'm being magnetically pulled in her direction. I barely notice as I move away from the gym teacher who attempted to toss us in detention that she had shrunken down to a tween girl, swimming in her outfit and looking like she wasn't old enough to attend here nevermind teach.
I walked slowly and deliberately toward MacKenzie as if in a dream. She grinned at me as she continued to walk backward.
She waited at the doorway to the locker room as I reached the senior classes ropes course. I moved in tune with the music I was listening to pushing my way past my frozen classmates. As I touched them they changed. The captain of the girls soccer team became a frumpy middle-aged soccer mom with a short ugly haircut; Two girls from the swim team that were running through a series of platforms became frail decrepit grannies, wrinkling up in mid stride; a muscular jock climbing up a rope net aged into a withered husk of a man, his formerly tight fitting muscle shirt hung off of his bony arms and chest.
By the time I made it to the other side none of the athletic teens were under the age of 40 - most of them in their 70s and 80s as they remained frozen in their attempts at obstacles that would prove to be way beyond their capabilities at their current age.
MacKenzie looked positively euphoric at the sight of the grey-haired, wrinkly old people on the ropes course and turned with a giggle and disappeared into the locker room.
As I entered the room I found her standing in the center of the shower area, exuding maximum sex appeal as she bit her plump red lip and held her shirt open to give me an unobstructed eyeful of her round milky-white breasts and her pert pink nipples. I was going wild.
"Soooo it looks like your powers happen when you get turned on too huh?" She asks with a laugh.
I smile and nod. "Uh yeah... so we should um take it slow maybe, I mean like this is cool but I don't want to like suddenly pull us back to prehistoric times or whatever. One time when I was uh... you know... i'm my room I suddenly like went back pre-colonial and scared the hell out of these native Americans... they were cool about it and gave me food. I hope I didn't like give them any fucked up diseases... not that i've got any, i'm completely healthy... but like Columbus with smallpox, you know? Am I talking a lot? I feel like i'm talking a lot." I babble, my eyes darting back and forth from her breasts to her face again and again.
"Shhhhh" She says with a giggle and takes my hand and pulls me into a kiss. I feel her bare breasts pressing against my chest - it feels amazing! And her soft velvety lips! I feel her tongue slip into my mouth as we begin to make out and then we both stop as I don't feel her breasts pressing against my chest anymore.
She pulls back and yelps as I stare wide eyed at the puffy areolas of a pre-pubecent girl on an otherwise teenage MacKenzie. She quickly slaps her hands over her flat chest.
"What the hell!??" She yells.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It was an accident!" I explain quickly.
"Well change them back! My breasts were too small as it is!" She insists.
"I'm trying! I'm trying!" I say as I think quickly about her tits swelling back up again.
Nothing seems to be happening and she decides to take matters into her own hands by cupping my crotch and pulling me into a kiss once more. It seems to do the trick as I feel two soft masses press forward from her chest and push against mine appealingly. She kisses me hard and pulls away with a satisfied smile on her face.
"There! Go with what works right?" She says with a grin, wiping some spittle from her mouth. I'm staring wide-eyed at her chest again and when she realizes this she looks down. "Ah shit." She mumbles as we watch her perky breasts swell, sag and flatten into floppy middle-aged mammaries on her otherwise trim teen torso.
She hefts the saggy boobs into her hands with a smirk as we watch them sag and wrinkle more and more. The skin on them became leathery and age spotted as veins were clearly visible. Soon they were losing all definition and shape as they pooled in her hands, her nipples pruning. She drops them as if they suddenly felt hot and winces as they slap down on her flat slender belly, tugging her body forward. We watch as her breast look older and older as they dangle further and further and empty out into withered elderly sacks. Finally they appeared to stop aging. They looked like loose fried eggs dangling toward her belly button stud.
"I can- I can fix this!" I say closing my eyes to picture her breasts growing younger.
Her hand cups my cheek.
"Don't worry about it. It's cool... I don't mind, if you don't..." She says softly with a pretty smile as she pulls me in for another kiss.
I'm a little panicked about what might change next but the feel of her lips against mine brings me back into the moment. Neither of us notice the sound of commotion coming from the gym nor steps coming toward us.
"Oh my god you guys are soooo busted!" We hear a voice quaver behind us.
I turn to look and see a pony-tailed old lady holding up her gym shorts with one hand and pointing a gnarled finger at us with the other. It's Cammy from the shuttle run.
"I- We were-" I start to explain but the old woman makes a disgusted face.
"Ewwwwww! What's wrong with your boobs! They look like my grandmas!!!" She screams not realizing that her own probably look pretty similar.
"Catch a lot of glances at grannies tits do you?" MacKenzie asks back snidely as she begins to button up her shirt.
"I'm getting a teacher!" The old woman declares in a tattle-tale voice and turns to run out of the room.
"Wait but-" I begin to say scrolling through my ipod to find a song that'll maybe get me to freeze her again but it's too late. "Fuck!" I yell as she runs out of the locker room faster than a woman her age should.
"Forget her, c'mon!" I hear MacKenzie call to me. As I turn around I see that she's climbed up to crawl out of the high-set window in the room.
I follow her precariously. I'm not the most athletic kid in the world and lifting myself up to a window and squeezing out of it isn't as easy as they make it seem in movies. I make it to the outside of the window and feel the fresh air on my face. I have a mild fear of heights so MacKenzie's chants of 'just jump' aren't particularly encouraging. I'm mumbling the lyrics to 'I Fought the Law' by the Clash as I dangle from the window like an idiot. I'm trying to keep cool in front of the girl I had just been making out with but the sense of vertigo I was experiencing was making it challenging.
Then suddenly I wasn't holding on to anything anymore. I tumble the maybe 12 feet and land on a soft patch of dirt. I look around and the school is completely gone. This is all just an empty muddy lot. I'm breathing quickly as I scramble to stand up and look around. I see a sign on a fence in a distance and a car drives by looking like it's from maybe the 40s? 50s? I forget when my school was built but i'm panicking. MacKenzie is no where to be seen - her parents probably aren't even born yet. I run in a few directions in a mild panic and then feel a hand on my shoulder.
"Woah, where did you go? Why are you all dirty all of the sudden?" MacKenzie asks.
I turn to look at her face relieved, catching my breath.
"It - it's a thing that happens sometimes." I say simple, grabbing her hand for reassurance.
"Well stay with me partner. We don't want to lose each other." She says pulling me into a hug.
I feel her chest press against me and realize it's back to being young and perky again.
"Yeah, uh where are we going?" I ask, remembering again that we're outside the school.
"Who cares? Let's just get the fuck out of here before we get caught." MacKenzie shouts as she begins to walk away from the school.
"Yeah, okay." I say as I begin to follow her.
She spins around with a smile to say something to me and and then has a look of horror as she exclaims. "Ah fuck."
I feel a hand grab my shoulder and turn to find myself face to face with-
Post by chronoeclipse on May 27, 2019 16:39:53 GMT -6
I turn to see the stern lined face of our school principal Dr. Crenshaw. Her eyes narrow at me and her thin lightly pruned lips purse in displeasure.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." I hear MacKenzie whispering a few feet behind me.
I turn to try to signal to her to not worry, that i've got this.
"Mr. Byrne..." The sour looking 50-something year old woman drawled at me with her jaw clenched.
"Reed. Just call me Reed." I say. I hate when people call me by my last name.
"No I don't think I will Mr. Byrne. See, I, unlike you treat people with respect. Even when respect isn't due. I also keep my appointments, you were supposed to see me this morning were you not? And here you are outside the school building... Are you planning a field trip Mr. Byrne?" She asks with the same self impressed smile she had as a teenager, just colder and wrinklier.
"As a matter of fact, yeah." I say and she flash a look of surprise at my gall.
Clearly Dr. Crenshaw was expecting me to make up some lame excuse to get out of trouble or profusely apologize and throw myself at her mercy now that i've been caught. But i'm well past that. It's been A DAY and she and I have been well, intimate. No point in beating around the bush.
"Damn the man, save the empire." I whisper to myself quoting one of my favorite movies.
"What was that Mr. Byrne?" She asks raising an eyebrow that she clearly drew on this morning.
"I SAID... Sally, because this is the 21st century and we can call each other by our first names and still show respect, I said that we're going on a field trip... and for the record I DID meet with you this morning." I begin to explain, straightening up my posture to show that I wasn't scared.
"I think I would remember if I had you in my office this morning-" She starts to argue but I cut her off.
"Oh we didn't meet in your office, our meeting was in the janitors closet... You know, I never understood why you were so hard on me. I'm a good kid! I mostly keep to myself, try to stay out of trouble, I'm a frickin' orphan for christsake! You'd think that the school principal would have some compassion, show a little kindness to a kid like me. But no - every time you saw me you chastised me or looked for ways to punish me. But now I get it - it's not because you don't like ME... it's because somewhere deep down in your subconscious I remind you of the high school crush that stood you up for the senior homecoming dance." I say with a smirk.
Now Dr. Crenshaws cocky demeanor completely drops. Replaced by a flustered confusion.
"I don't know what you're talking... how do you know about that?" She snaps at me in a whisper grabbing my arm and pulling me aside so that MacKenzie can't overhear us.
Now I raise an eyebrow at her.
"C'mon, I mean I know you probably made out with your fair share of guys in supply closets when you were young but something tells me that if a kid shows up out of the blue in the 1970s with an ipod and you jump his bones like 5 seconds after meeting him that he's probably ingrained in your memory." I say holding my hands open to say 'here I am in the flesh'.
"Reed!?" She asks wide-eyed and dumbfounded.
I can see she's looking at me in a whole new light. Sudden the boy before her isn't the bratty teenage ne'er-do-well that's a constant pain in her ass but rather 'the one that got away'. My principal literally primps her greying brown hair subtly and bats her eyes where a moment ago she was probably going to suspend me.
"That's my name." I say, enjoying every moment of this.
"B-but how? You're so young! What... I don't understand!" She says in disbelief.
"You don't need to Sally. It's probably better that you don't know." I say taking her veiny hand in mine. "So look - this is how it's going to go - you're going to go back to your office and mark my friend MacKenzie and I down for an excused absence today. Then you're going to close your blinds, lock your door and open your blouse and find that those saggy freckled breasts of your are once again as pristine and perky as they were when you flashed me with them 40 years ago. And if you and I can reach some kind of general understanding for the rest of my time here i'll be happy to rejuvinate more of your body parts back to their peak... I know how much you prefer NEW things to OLD things." I say with a grin. "Does that... sound good to you?" I ask and lean over and kiss her on her powdery lined cheek.
She nods, speechless. I see her eyes drifting down to her chest. I can tell it's taking all of her self control not to pop open her shirt now and confirm what I just said. She nods again vigorously and turns to run back to her office.
I breath a sigh of relief, grinning from ear to ear and turn around to raise my fist in the air triumphantly like Judd Nelson in the breakfast club. MacKenzie runs up to me giving me a huge hug.
"What the fuck was that!?" She asks completely baffled by what she just witnessed. "I thought we were avocado toast!"
"Nah it's cool." I say as we begin walking off the school grounds. "She's an ex flame of mine." I add with a smirk.
"EWwwwww gross!!! I hope to god you're joking!" MacKenzie says with a giggle, shoving me playfully.
"Soooo where do you want to go?" I ask.
"Um my place is kind of out of the question... is your place cool?" She asks with a hopeful look.
"Uh, sure... I live with me um... sister but she might not be home right now..." I say with a shrug.
"Cool either way. Bringing me home to meet the fam!!" She says teasingly. "Want to pick out some tunes for the walk?" MacKenzie adds.
"Already on it." I say pulling out my ear buds to we can both listen. I put on Animals by Miike Snow, one of my favorite songs to walk to and place the other ear piece in MacKenzie's ear.
Her fingers reach for mine and soon we're holding hands as we bop down the street singing along. "There was a time when my world was filled with Darkness, darkness, darkness!"
When we reach my house:
THIS - Sadie is home working
THAT - Sadie is not home and Reed and MacKenzie have the place to themselves.
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