Post by kingfaraday on Aug 26, 2017 9:36:15 GMT -6
Super Villain
Chapter 1: Revenge
Super Villains origins tend to start the same. So fluke of nature, some horrible accident give phenomenal powers to some unsuspecting asshole who does what? Goes out and seeks revenge. Troy Elders was no different. And seeing as how Troy had just gain phenomenal aging powers he wanted to test them out and move on to more pressing matters.
As Troy walked down the sidewalk leaving the pair of old women in cheerleading outfits screaming in horror, he only had one thing in mind: His girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend rather, see Wendy had broken up with Troy about a week ago. And though the two were still friendly, Troy had a need for revenge.
He walked up to her apartment and rang the door. A moment later she answered. Wendy stood there in the doorway, a beautiful Asian girl with long black hair. She was wearing a tight but comfortable pajama shirt that showed her very taught, tight stomach and a pair of ¾ tight pajama pants that emphasized her firm attractive legs. She was standing barefoot with a mischievous grin on her face, yet Troy was the one about to do the mischief.
He walked in immediately, giving her a quick hug. “Come in…” Wendy said. “I’m glad you came, there’s something I want to show you…” She grabbed him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. He sat down on the bed as she rummaged around for something. “I just had it out here…”
Wendy was in her mid twenties. However, much to Troy’s pleasure she looked about ten years older. Not drastically older by any means by her hair was a little bit of its shine and her face was looking a tad more tired. “Wendy. Wendy….” Troy tried to get her attention. “Wendy, slow down. Come here. What are you looking for?” Troy asked. Wendy walked over and stood in front of him as he sat on the bed. Troy put his hands up to either side of Wendy’s bare midriff. He smiled as he could just slightly feel the mussel losing tone with age. He looked into the face of his now forty year old ex girlfriend. “Come on Wendy whatever it is, it can wait. You look tired…” Troy told her. “What? I’m not….tired?” She brought a somewhat veined hand up to her lined forehead. “Wow, I suddenly feel like all the energy just rushed out of me. That weird.” Wendy said with a tinge of fear in her voice. “Don’t worry about it. Just relax….” Troy said as she climbed onto the bed and he began to massage her feet.
What were beautiful, smooth feet a moment ago were now thinned veined feet of a middle aged woman. In fact as he drew his eyes across her body he could see her arms and legs were losing a lot of tone and becoming flabby. Her belly was starting to seep out. Her breasts which were firm and perky were starting to droop with nothing to hold them up. Wrinkled were beginning to form around her mouth and eyes and the sides of her hair were graying. Her age had doubled by the time she said “My god, you are fantastic. I don’t know how you…” She stopped as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. The older middle aged woman what not what she expected to see. She ripped her feet away from Troy and walked closer to the mirror. She brought her hand up to touch one of her wrinkling cheeks. Then she brought her hands to clasp her drooping breasts and down to her pooching belly. She screamed. “My god. Look at me. I’ve aged, my body…it’s so old and out of shape. Troy what do you….?” She looked into the mirror at Troy and saw the sinister smile on his face and suddenly realized what was happening.
She screamed louder and began to run. Her chubbier, matronly body wasn’t as fast as it was when she was in her twenties and Troy easily caught her in the hallway. However Wendy would not be overpowered so easily. She kicked him and began to run. He reached out to grab her foot adding only a couple more years but she slipped free and ran into the kitchen. “God Troy why? Look at me. Look at what you’re doing to me. I can’t stand the idea of being old and helpless. To be a little old woman with no strength left in her body. Just a mass of sags and wrinkles…” Wendy sobbed in her now huskier voice. “Get use to it Wendy, cause that’s the way it’s going to be.” Troy explained as her entered the kitchen. He stood on the other side of the kitchen counter from her, trapping her between the counter and the sink. He saw that Wendy was now nearing sixty year old. Half of her hair was gray and her body was withering. Her breasts were now drooping a great deal onto her wrinkling sagging stomach. Her hands had veins and age spots and her body jiggled with the fat of lost mussel tone whenever she made a sudden move.
She finally made a dash for the living room. He moved to grab her but she got by. However she didn’t waddle very far as her tackled her to the ground. Hugging her tighly against the carpet in the living room Troy watched as she aged. She was still trying to break free. “No stop! Goddamn it stop! I feel weaker and weaker. Look what your doing to me…” Her voice was now quavering. He felt her skin wrinkling and her boobs lose all firmness whatsoever, becoming formless wrinkled masses lying flat against her. Her belly was a wrinkled sack. Her legs were like two wrinkled broom sticks. She was trying to kick him but she barely had enough strength to lift her legs and all she ended up doing was rub her wrinkled bony, age spotted foot with its calloused heel and crooked toes against him.
He moved her long stringy gray hair out of her face as she passed ninety. Her face was a mass of wrinkles. Gone were her smooth cheeks into sagging jowels. Her lips had thinned and wrinkled. Her eyes peered out of deep aged eye sockets. Her neck was wrinkled sagging skin. Her hair was like a fright wig, brittle white hair in a long mess of tangles. “No, no. Please no….my body….what have you done to my body….?” She asked in a hoarse whisper. She had aged to 98 years old as her helped her up. Her body was now very frail and decrepit. Her back was crooked and her thin bony arms reached out her withered wrinkled hands to hold something for support.
Troy looked down at the coffee table to see a camera and a photograph lying there. Picking up the photo he saw it was a picture of him and Wendy. He had his arm around her bare waist and they were smiling. This must be what Wendy wanted to show him. ‘Well’ he thought. ‘Might as well update the picture.’ He stood behind the now hundred year old Wendy and put his arm around her wrinkled pauch. Holding the camera in front of them he whispered into Wendy’s ear “Smile.” And snapped the photo. Then helped her onto the couch where she drifted off to sleep. Her saw her thin old barefeet at the end of the bed. The toes were bent, the nails were yellow and cracking. Age spots and varicose veins marred the tops of her feet. Her toe ring was horribly misshapen now on the crooked toe. He slipped the ring off and kissed her aged foot. “Goodbye Wendy.” Troy said and left his ex-girlfriend to snore loudly on her living room couch, a now 105 year old woman.
SUPER VILLIAN 2: Finding a name
Every super villain needs a name. Scott didn’t have one. He didn’t even have a power that was useful.
“I can age people when I touch them? That’s never going to get me what I want.”
His powers had already started to cause huge problems for him:
Flashback to a week ago:
Scott was in a club drinking in celebration of being single when he spots a young blonde vixen walking in with some female friends. Scott clumsily makes his way over.
“Hey you look fantastic, would you like to dance?” Scott asked smiling.
The girl usually couldn’t be bothered with drunken guys with cheep lines like that. But Scott was an exceptionally handsome man and dressed like he had a fair share of money.
“I’m a little shy about dancing, maybe we could get some drinks first?” She smiled at him.
He noticed she looked a tad on the young side.
“How old are you?” He asked.
“Eighteen, my friends took me to this club for my birthday.”
The girl grinned knowing spending the evening with Scott would get her all the free drinks she wanted without any problems about her age. Scott brushed his hand across her arm aging her up into her early twenties.
“Well happy birthday.” He remarked. “Follow me beautiful.”
He led her to a less crowded part of the bar and got her some drinks. She began pounding them away as any excited teenager would. His alcohol was catching up with him as well, as he forgot what a flesh on flesh touch from him would do.
He leaned over and kissed the girl bringing her age up to 28. She was now ten years older, but neither one noticed. He looked at her, with her platinum blonde hair framing her young (but not as young) face, Her large breasts pressing tightly against her red tank top showing generous amounts of lovely cleavage, her long toned legs wrapped in a black skin tight latex skirt and her feet in high heeled sandals.
She grinned and winked noticing him ogling her.
“I think I’m ready to dance.” She told him and lead him to the dance floor.
Both were extremely drunk and grinding amongst the rest of the college kids and twenty something, except the longer the girl danced with Scott the more she resembled her mother. Scott wasn’t paying attention to the girls face as crows feet and deep lines around her mouth appeared. He couldn’t tell that her blonde hair was getting duller or that her breasts were getting softer and lower. He kept pressing against her and letting her kiss parts of his body as the techno music played.
The poor girl was edging out of her fifties and she began feeling very tired from grinding and dancing. But she thought that it must be the alcohol. Her sixty something year old ass wasn’t very attractive in her skirt and her knees were looking quite knobby. Her hair was grey and boobs and belly were drooping pathetically towards the dance floor.
He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist shoving her shriveled forms that were once her breasts into his face. She squealed with delight. Besides being pretty worn out and slight twinges of pain here and there she was having the time of her young (or now old) life. He vision was getting very blurry and it crossed her mind that Scott might have slipped something in one of her drinks.
“You know if you want to spend the night with me you could just ask.” She slurred drunkenly with a shaky voice.
Scott wasn’t sure what was going on but responded.
“Ok want to spend the night?”
The girl was about to respond when she winced. Bending over to remove her sandal from her wrinkled foot, she tried to see why it was bothering her. With her blurred vision she couldn’t see her crooked arthritic toes. She quickly rubbed her foot then looked back up at Scott.
“Sure that would be cool.”
Now physically she was about 80 and looked old enough to be Scott’s grandmother. She leaned up and kissed him the stopped for a moment.
“I think I need another drink. I’ll be right back.”
She began to shuffle off the dance floor followed by many stares from kids wondering what the old bag was doing there. Finally Scott sobered up for a moment and looked at what had happened to this hot college coed he could have scored with that evening. She was a hunched over, terribly wrinkled octogenarian, with long white stringy hair and sagging pale boobs and ass being accentuated by her skin tight clothes. Scott screamed and ran out of the club leaving the teen turned granny to fend for herself.
Today:
For weeks Scott had been pooling his money into ways he could control his powers.
A great uncle had suddenly passed away leaving all his money to Scott which he used to hire a top geneticist and buy all the equipment he needed.
Dr. Ackland had been skeptical of Scotts story a first but with the money Scott had paid him he would believe anything.
Scott had specifically chosen Dr. Ackland not only because of his genius in the field of genetics and geriatrics but also for his fairly shady past involving his loose moral when it came to using humans as test subjects and harnessing scientific discovery for personal gain. Dr. Ackland was a greedy man, Scott liked that about him. As long a high enough pay would keep him from telling anyone else and would keep him working fervently for Scotts cause.
Now weeks later Dr. Ackland had developed a suit that would protect Scott from aging people accidentally but allow him to channel the power into a beam or a wide wave of energy that would consistently age those it came in contact with. Scott looked at the doctors invention.
“A suit doc? That doesn’t solve my problems. I still can’t get laid without waking up inside of some old crone.” Scott exclaimed.
“To that I can only suggest wear a rubber. Don’t you see my dear boy, if the powers you claim to have are true then with this suit you would be able to take over the world!”
Dr. Ackland thrust the suit into Scotts face.
“Well when you put it that way, this does sound pretty cool.”
He took the suit from the doctor and went to put it on. Moments later Scott returned in the body suit. It looked like a scuba suit with clock symbols and a fast forward symbol on the chest. Scott shrugged.
“Well it looks pretty good.”
The doctor nodded.
“Yes, yes. Now lets see if it works.”
He motioned for Scott to enter a chamber on the other side of the room.
“There’s a cattle farm about an hour away from here if you want to drive…” Scott began to say.
“No no no! You need human subject. You’re going to be using your powers on humans are you not?” The doctor yelled.
Scott nodded.
“Well yeah but where are we going to find people that will just willingly let me turn them old?” He asked.
“Who said anything about willingly? I put an ad in a local paper asking for girls in their teens or twenties to come here for a modeling shoot. My assistants are downstairs picking out the two most beautiful right now.”
“Why do we have to age pretty young girls?” Scott asked.
“Because I’m a bitter old man!” Dr. Ackland snapped.
Just then two men escorted two very lovely young ladies into the room. One was a beautiful long legged twenty year old with short reddish brown hair the other was a nineteen year old strawberry blonde with large breasts.
“Administer it now!” The doctor ordered and his assistants pricked the two ladies with syringes.
“What did you just do to them?” Scott asked.
“I gave them a special formula, it won’t knock them out but it will make them feel lazy enough that they will not try to fight us or run away no matter how dire the circumstance. Now strip them of their clothes and escort them to the chamber.”
The assistants did as they were told.
“What are you doing to us?” The blonde asked as the goons ripped off her shirt.
“Just a bit of a science experiment my dear.”
Dr. Ackland chuckled as he watched the two naked beauties get put in the chamber with Scott.
“Now Scott, when I say go you should channel your powers and age them….and I hope you were being on the up and up with me about these powers because if you were making them up we are both going to be in a lot of trouble.”
Scott nodded.
“Don’t worry doc I have the good. Ok now let’s see I just point my hands in their direction and Ah!”
A stream of light came out of his hands and towards the girls. Both girl were terrified about what was going to happen but the door to the chamber seemed so far away so they opted to just hold on to each other instead.
“That’s hot! Two naked women holding each other like that…” Scott began.
No one was listening as everyone in the room was instead watching as the two nude young women were getting older by the second. They were both out of their twenties in no time. Their breasts had gotten larger and baby fat had completely disappeared. Their faces showed that they were definitely adult women now.
By the end of their thirties the reddish brown hair woman was now very obviously a brunette as any of her stunning color dulled out. The blonde began putting on some weight and as the girls entered their forties she seemed a tad chubby with large boobs that got saggier and saggier with each passing moment.
The girls faces seemed more worn and their hips filled out a bit as mussel tone decreased. Their hands and feet were showing veins and their stomachs pooched out a bit. Where two drop dead gorgeous young models had stood were now two middle aged matrons.
Scott stopped and smiled.
“Yeah! This is definitely really cool.”
He walked over to the two women.
“No don’t stop you dolt!” The doctor screamed.
He was feeling such a rush watching Scott age these beautiful women.
Scott inspected the two naked women still huddled together.
“Man you babes look like soccer moms now.”
He patted the blonde on her bare ass shooting another beam and aging her well into her fifties.
“I would lay off the sweets your ass is getting pretty fat and saggy.” Scott said flatly.
The women were horrified and insulted. They felt embarrassed at how much older they looked but didn’t feel like doing anything about it.
“Stop touching them and go back where you were.” The doctor ordered Scott.
Scott sauntered back over to the middle of the chamber and focused his beam back at both girls. The blonde now had a ten year lead on the brunette and her hair was quickly graying. Wrinkled were spreading on both girls faces and their bodies became more and more withered.
As the blonde entered retirement age she began to thin again. The brunette wasn’t far behind. Her long legs were thin and wrinkled. He knees round and swollen.
Both girls breast were laying against their stomachs and their back were beginning to hunch forward. The brunette’s hair went gray and white all at once as she hit seventy. The girl’s cheeks were now hanging wrinkled jowls and their necks were turnkey waddles. Their legs were wrinkled sticks and their feet were aged spotted and calloused. The brunettes teeth had fallen out and her lips seemed to be puckered indefinitely.
Scott stopped aging them leaving the ex-blonde a small ninety year old woman with long white hair and shriveled boobs that stretched down to her waist and the ex-brunette a slightly taller gray haired eighty year old with painted toenails and a pierced nipple.
Scott walked back over to them, lifting the ex-brunettes right boob he smiled.
“Hey who let the air out of these balloons?”
He let it flop back down. As her walked away from the nude old women, the ex-brunette quavered through her toothless mouth.
“W-what, how did you do this to us?”
The ex-blonde added in an equally old shaky voice.
“Why?”
Scott shrugged.
“Because I’m a super villain.”
He exited the chamber.
“So what are you going to do with them Dr. Ackland?” He asked.
“Well actually I’ve always wanted to start a porn site of older women. I’d call it ‘senior sex center’ or something like that. If you get me more beautiful young girls aged into elderly women I’ll help you for free.”
The doctor smiled sinisterly.
“That’s great doc. But if I’m going to do this I’m going to need a name.” Scott insisted.
“Well that’s easy my dear boy. Call yourself “Father Time.” The doctor suggested.
Scott smiled “It’s going to be a happy father’s day.”
The End (for now)
Chapter 1: Revenge
Super Villains origins tend to start the same. So fluke of nature, some horrible accident give phenomenal powers to some unsuspecting asshole who does what? Goes out and seeks revenge. Troy Elders was no different. And seeing as how Troy had just gain phenomenal aging powers he wanted to test them out and move on to more pressing matters.
As Troy walked down the sidewalk leaving the pair of old women in cheerleading outfits screaming in horror, he only had one thing in mind: His girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend rather, see Wendy had broken up with Troy about a week ago. And though the two were still friendly, Troy had a need for revenge.
He walked up to her apartment and rang the door. A moment later she answered. Wendy stood there in the doorway, a beautiful Asian girl with long black hair. She was wearing a tight but comfortable pajama shirt that showed her very taught, tight stomach and a pair of ¾ tight pajama pants that emphasized her firm attractive legs. She was standing barefoot with a mischievous grin on her face, yet Troy was the one about to do the mischief.
He walked in immediately, giving her a quick hug. “Come in…” Wendy said. “I’m glad you came, there’s something I want to show you…” She grabbed him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. He sat down on the bed as she rummaged around for something. “I just had it out here…”
Wendy was in her mid twenties. However, much to Troy’s pleasure she looked about ten years older. Not drastically older by any means by her hair was a little bit of its shine and her face was looking a tad more tired. “Wendy. Wendy….” Troy tried to get her attention. “Wendy, slow down. Come here. What are you looking for?” Troy asked. Wendy walked over and stood in front of him as he sat on the bed. Troy put his hands up to either side of Wendy’s bare midriff. He smiled as he could just slightly feel the mussel losing tone with age. He looked into the face of his now forty year old ex girlfriend. “Come on Wendy whatever it is, it can wait. You look tired…” Troy told her. “What? I’m not….tired?” She brought a somewhat veined hand up to her lined forehead. “Wow, I suddenly feel like all the energy just rushed out of me. That weird.” Wendy said with a tinge of fear in her voice. “Don’t worry about it. Just relax….” Troy said as she climbed onto the bed and he began to massage her feet.
What were beautiful, smooth feet a moment ago were now thinned veined feet of a middle aged woman. In fact as he drew his eyes across her body he could see her arms and legs were losing a lot of tone and becoming flabby. Her belly was starting to seep out. Her breasts which were firm and perky were starting to droop with nothing to hold them up. Wrinkled were beginning to form around her mouth and eyes and the sides of her hair were graying. Her age had doubled by the time she said “My god, you are fantastic. I don’t know how you…” She stopped as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. The older middle aged woman what not what she expected to see. She ripped her feet away from Troy and walked closer to the mirror. She brought her hand up to touch one of her wrinkling cheeks. Then she brought her hands to clasp her drooping breasts and down to her pooching belly. She screamed. “My god. Look at me. I’ve aged, my body…it’s so old and out of shape. Troy what do you….?” She looked into the mirror at Troy and saw the sinister smile on his face and suddenly realized what was happening.
She screamed louder and began to run. Her chubbier, matronly body wasn’t as fast as it was when she was in her twenties and Troy easily caught her in the hallway. However Wendy would not be overpowered so easily. She kicked him and began to run. He reached out to grab her foot adding only a couple more years but she slipped free and ran into the kitchen. “God Troy why? Look at me. Look at what you’re doing to me. I can’t stand the idea of being old and helpless. To be a little old woman with no strength left in her body. Just a mass of sags and wrinkles…” Wendy sobbed in her now huskier voice. “Get use to it Wendy, cause that’s the way it’s going to be.” Troy explained as her entered the kitchen. He stood on the other side of the kitchen counter from her, trapping her between the counter and the sink. He saw that Wendy was now nearing sixty year old. Half of her hair was gray and her body was withering. Her breasts were now drooping a great deal onto her wrinkling sagging stomach. Her hands had veins and age spots and her body jiggled with the fat of lost mussel tone whenever she made a sudden move.
She finally made a dash for the living room. He moved to grab her but she got by. However she didn’t waddle very far as her tackled her to the ground. Hugging her tighly against the carpet in the living room Troy watched as she aged. She was still trying to break free. “No stop! Goddamn it stop! I feel weaker and weaker. Look what your doing to me…” Her voice was now quavering. He felt her skin wrinkling and her boobs lose all firmness whatsoever, becoming formless wrinkled masses lying flat against her. Her belly was a wrinkled sack. Her legs were like two wrinkled broom sticks. She was trying to kick him but she barely had enough strength to lift her legs and all she ended up doing was rub her wrinkled bony, age spotted foot with its calloused heel and crooked toes against him.
He moved her long stringy gray hair out of her face as she passed ninety. Her face was a mass of wrinkles. Gone were her smooth cheeks into sagging jowels. Her lips had thinned and wrinkled. Her eyes peered out of deep aged eye sockets. Her neck was wrinkled sagging skin. Her hair was like a fright wig, brittle white hair in a long mess of tangles. “No, no. Please no….my body….what have you done to my body….?” She asked in a hoarse whisper. She had aged to 98 years old as her helped her up. Her body was now very frail and decrepit. Her back was crooked and her thin bony arms reached out her withered wrinkled hands to hold something for support.
Troy looked down at the coffee table to see a camera and a photograph lying there. Picking up the photo he saw it was a picture of him and Wendy. He had his arm around her bare waist and they were smiling. This must be what Wendy wanted to show him. ‘Well’ he thought. ‘Might as well update the picture.’ He stood behind the now hundred year old Wendy and put his arm around her wrinkled pauch. Holding the camera in front of them he whispered into Wendy’s ear “Smile.” And snapped the photo. Then helped her onto the couch where she drifted off to sleep. Her saw her thin old barefeet at the end of the bed. The toes were bent, the nails were yellow and cracking. Age spots and varicose veins marred the tops of her feet. Her toe ring was horribly misshapen now on the crooked toe. He slipped the ring off and kissed her aged foot. “Goodbye Wendy.” Troy said and left his ex-girlfriend to snore loudly on her living room couch, a now 105 year old woman.
SUPER VILLIAN 2: Finding a name
Every super villain needs a name. Scott didn’t have one. He didn’t even have a power that was useful.
“I can age people when I touch them? That’s never going to get me what I want.”
His powers had already started to cause huge problems for him:
Flashback to a week ago:
Scott was in a club drinking in celebration of being single when he spots a young blonde vixen walking in with some female friends. Scott clumsily makes his way over.
“Hey you look fantastic, would you like to dance?” Scott asked smiling.
The girl usually couldn’t be bothered with drunken guys with cheep lines like that. But Scott was an exceptionally handsome man and dressed like he had a fair share of money.
“I’m a little shy about dancing, maybe we could get some drinks first?” She smiled at him.
He noticed she looked a tad on the young side.
“How old are you?” He asked.
“Eighteen, my friends took me to this club for my birthday.”
The girl grinned knowing spending the evening with Scott would get her all the free drinks she wanted without any problems about her age. Scott brushed his hand across her arm aging her up into her early twenties.
“Well happy birthday.” He remarked. “Follow me beautiful.”
He led her to a less crowded part of the bar and got her some drinks. She began pounding them away as any excited teenager would. His alcohol was catching up with him as well, as he forgot what a flesh on flesh touch from him would do.
He leaned over and kissed the girl bringing her age up to 28. She was now ten years older, but neither one noticed. He looked at her, with her platinum blonde hair framing her young (but not as young) face, Her large breasts pressing tightly against her red tank top showing generous amounts of lovely cleavage, her long toned legs wrapped in a black skin tight latex skirt and her feet in high heeled sandals.
She grinned and winked noticing him ogling her.
“I think I’m ready to dance.” She told him and lead him to the dance floor.
Both were extremely drunk and grinding amongst the rest of the college kids and twenty something, except the longer the girl danced with Scott the more she resembled her mother. Scott wasn’t paying attention to the girls face as crows feet and deep lines around her mouth appeared. He couldn’t tell that her blonde hair was getting duller or that her breasts were getting softer and lower. He kept pressing against her and letting her kiss parts of his body as the techno music played.
The poor girl was edging out of her fifties and she began feeling very tired from grinding and dancing. But she thought that it must be the alcohol. Her sixty something year old ass wasn’t very attractive in her skirt and her knees were looking quite knobby. Her hair was grey and boobs and belly were drooping pathetically towards the dance floor.
He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist shoving her shriveled forms that were once her breasts into his face. She squealed with delight. Besides being pretty worn out and slight twinges of pain here and there she was having the time of her young (or now old) life. He vision was getting very blurry and it crossed her mind that Scott might have slipped something in one of her drinks.
“You know if you want to spend the night with me you could just ask.” She slurred drunkenly with a shaky voice.
Scott wasn’t sure what was going on but responded.
“Ok want to spend the night?”
The girl was about to respond when she winced. Bending over to remove her sandal from her wrinkled foot, she tried to see why it was bothering her. With her blurred vision she couldn’t see her crooked arthritic toes. She quickly rubbed her foot then looked back up at Scott.
“Sure that would be cool.”
Now physically she was about 80 and looked old enough to be Scott’s grandmother. She leaned up and kissed him the stopped for a moment.
“I think I need another drink. I’ll be right back.”
She began to shuffle off the dance floor followed by many stares from kids wondering what the old bag was doing there. Finally Scott sobered up for a moment and looked at what had happened to this hot college coed he could have scored with that evening. She was a hunched over, terribly wrinkled octogenarian, with long white stringy hair and sagging pale boobs and ass being accentuated by her skin tight clothes. Scott screamed and ran out of the club leaving the teen turned granny to fend for herself.
Today:
For weeks Scott had been pooling his money into ways he could control his powers.
A great uncle had suddenly passed away leaving all his money to Scott which he used to hire a top geneticist and buy all the equipment he needed.
Dr. Ackland had been skeptical of Scotts story a first but with the money Scott had paid him he would believe anything.
Scott had specifically chosen Dr. Ackland not only because of his genius in the field of genetics and geriatrics but also for his fairly shady past involving his loose moral when it came to using humans as test subjects and harnessing scientific discovery for personal gain. Dr. Ackland was a greedy man, Scott liked that about him. As long a high enough pay would keep him from telling anyone else and would keep him working fervently for Scotts cause.
Now weeks later Dr. Ackland had developed a suit that would protect Scott from aging people accidentally but allow him to channel the power into a beam or a wide wave of energy that would consistently age those it came in contact with. Scott looked at the doctors invention.
“A suit doc? That doesn’t solve my problems. I still can’t get laid without waking up inside of some old crone.” Scott exclaimed.
“To that I can only suggest wear a rubber. Don’t you see my dear boy, if the powers you claim to have are true then with this suit you would be able to take over the world!”
Dr. Ackland thrust the suit into Scotts face.
“Well when you put it that way, this does sound pretty cool.”
He took the suit from the doctor and went to put it on. Moments later Scott returned in the body suit. It looked like a scuba suit with clock symbols and a fast forward symbol on the chest. Scott shrugged.
“Well it looks pretty good.”
The doctor nodded.
“Yes, yes. Now lets see if it works.”
He motioned for Scott to enter a chamber on the other side of the room.
“There’s a cattle farm about an hour away from here if you want to drive…” Scott began to say.
“No no no! You need human subject. You’re going to be using your powers on humans are you not?” The doctor yelled.
Scott nodded.
“Well yeah but where are we going to find people that will just willingly let me turn them old?” He asked.
“Who said anything about willingly? I put an ad in a local paper asking for girls in their teens or twenties to come here for a modeling shoot. My assistants are downstairs picking out the two most beautiful right now.”
“Why do we have to age pretty young girls?” Scott asked.
“Because I’m a bitter old man!” Dr. Ackland snapped.
Just then two men escorted two very lovely young ladies into the room. One was a beautiful long legged twenty year old with short reddish brown hair the other was a nineteen year old strawberry blonde with large breasts.
“Administer it now!” The doctor ordered and his assistants pricked the two ladies with syringes.
“What did you just do to them?” Scott asked.
“I gave them a special formula, it won’t knock them out but it will make them feel lazy enough that they will not try to fight us or run away no matter how dire the circumstance. Now strip them of their clothes and escort them to the chamber.”
The assistants did as they were told.
“What are you doing to us?” The blonde asked as the goons ripped off her shirt.
“Just a bit of a science experiment my dear.”
Dr. Ackland chuckled as he watched the two naked beauties get put in the chamber with Scott.
“Now Scott, when I say go you should channel your powers and age them….and I hope you were being on the up and up with me about these powers because if you were making them up we are both going to be in a lot of trouble.”
Scott nodded.
“Don’t worry doc I have the good. Ok now let’s see I just point my hands in their direction and Ah!”
A stream of light came out of his hands and towards the girls. Both girl were terrified about what was going to happen but the door to the chamber seemed so far away so they opted to just hold on to each other instead.
“That’s hot! Two naked women holding each other like that…” Scott began.
No one was listening as everyone in the room was instead watching as the two nude young women were getting older by the second. They were both out of their twenties in no time. Their breasts had gotten larger and baby fat had completely disappeared. Their faces showed that they were definitely adult women now.
By the end of their thirties the reddish brown hair woman was now very obviously a brunette as any of her stunning color dulled out. The blonde began putting on some weight and as the girls entered their forties she seemed a tad chubby with large boobs that got saggier and saggier with each passing moment.
The girls faces seemed more worn and their hips filled out a bit as mussel tone decreased. Their hands and feet were showing veins and their stomachs pooched out a bit. Where two drop dead gorgeous young models had stood were now two middle aged matrons.
Scott stopped and smiled.
“Yeah! This is definitely really cool.”
He walked over to the two women.
“No don’t stop you dolt!” The doctor screamed.
He was feeling such a rush watching Scott age these beautiful women.
Scott inspected the two naked women still huddled together.
“Man you babes look like soccer moms now.”
He patted the blonde on her bare ass shooting another beam and aging her well into her fifties.
“I would lay off the sweets your ass is getting pretty fat and saggy.” Scott said flatly.
The women were horrified and insulted. They felt embarrassed at how much older they looked but didn’t feel like doing anything about it.
“Stop touching them and go back where you were.” The doctor ordered Scott.
Scott sauntered back over to the middle of the chamber and focused his beam back at both girls. The blonde now had a ten year lead on the brunette and her hair was quickly graying. Wrinkled were spreading on both girls faces and their bodies became more and more withered.
As the blonde entered retirement age she began to thin again. The brunette wasn’t far behind. Her long legs were thin and wrinkled. He knees round and swollen.
Both girls breast were laying against their stomachs and their back were beginning to hunch forward. The brunette’s hair went gray and white all at once as she hit seventy. The girl’s cheeks were now hanging wrinkled jowls and their necks were turnkey waddles. Their legs were wrinkled sticks and their feet were aged spotted and calloused. The brunettes teeth had fallen out and her lips seemed to be puckered indefinitely.
Scott stopped aging them leaving the ex-blonde a small ninety year old woman with long white hair and shriveled boobs that stretched down to her waist and the ex-brunette a slightly taller gray haired eighty year old with painted toenails and a pierced nipple.
Scott walked back over to them, lifting the ex-brunettes right boob he smiled.
“Hey who let the air out of these balloons?”
He let it flop back down. As her walked away from the nude old women, the ex-brunette quavered through her toothless mouth.
“W-what, how did you do this to us?”
The ex-blonde added in an equally old shaky voice.
“Why?”
Scott shrugged.
“Because I’m a super villain.”
He exited the chamber.
“So what are you going to do with them Dr. Ackland?” He asked.
“Well actually I’ve always wanted to start a porn site of older women. I’d call it ‘senior sex center’ or something like that. If you get me more beautiful young girls aged into elderly women I’ll help you for free.”
The doctor smiled sinisterly.
“That’s great doc. But if I’m going to do this I’m going to need a name.” Scott insisted.
“Well that’s easy my dear boy. Call yourself “Father Time.” The doctor suggested.
Scott smiled “It’s going to be a happy father’s day.”
The End (for now)