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Post by thetreerollins on Sept 25, 2019 17:58:35 GMT -6
Have not read the latest post just yet, but I'm enjoying this story. Chrono, your descriptions are as good as ever so far. And I love the choose-your-own-adventure feel. I'd love to seethe crowdsourcing hit a mix of obvious (what kind of AP) and not-so-obvious decisions going forward too. Like..what do they do? What happens to the character? Endless possibilities here. REally intriguing setup and preimise. Rock. On. Woo! Love the lively debate between Male OA AP and Female Middle-age AP! Technically the A's won this one because the first poster chose A. But because I always like to reward passion and participation the next chapter (which will be posted tomorrow) should have something in it to make everyone happy! Now, since it looks like it going to be D,are they only going to physically age ir is the mental element of it going to occur as well? I can just see one of the guys accidentally triggering mental aging too. It's almost like you think our protagonist are prone to screw-ups! ;-) D for me. Male AP is a rarity That's true there is not a whole lot of Male OA AP on here or in general. Let me know in the comments after the next chapter if there are specific aspects of male old age AP (or male middle age AP) that you would like to see! No, should be the bf screwing the girl. Cucking is so sad... You know, some guys *DO* get off on watching their girlfriends and wives and significant others have sex with other men in front of them... I don't think that Dave is one of them but, just saying. A. Haven’t had middle-aged AP in this yet ;-) There was some brief MILF-dom for Zoey their test subject. But I have a feeling that I know what you're looking for. Anyway, keep the thoughts and comments coming! Hope you're all enjoying the story so far!
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Post by niddlyby43 on Sept 26, 2019 2:28:59 GMT -6
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Post by thetreerollins on Sept 26, 2019 5:43:36 GMT -6
I take it back. I'm loving this. ANd Im gonna say C. ANd this decision here is the nuance I wanted anyway :-)
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Post by chronoeclipse on Sept 30, 2019 1:11:07 GMT -6
Colleen Lewis rubbed her aching back as she pushed the cart into the hotel room. At age 52 she had been working in hotels for nearly 30 years. Her greying brown hair hung in messy waves around her cheeks that were beginning to slope on her face. She wiped some sweat from her lined forehead and turned to put on the radio she had at the end of her cleaning cart. She enjoyed listening to conservative talk radio while she worked. The blustering voice of a man over the radio was in the middle of a rant about youth culture.
“Psssh! Ain’t that the truth! Kids today don’t care about anything other than their phones and their clothes!” She mumbled to herself as she looked around the room wondering where to begin.
She trudged into the bathroom and picked up the dirty towels and began to wipe down the sink and shower then took out some new toiletries and displayed them neatly on the sink. She thought about the mess she was going to come home to today thanks to the two teenagers she still had living at home. She shook her head already feeling frustrated about the never-ending cycle of work she had to do.
Colleen began to rub her knuckles, she was beginning to get arthritis and had forgotten to take her special arm brace. She grabbed the bathroom trash and put it in the barrel on her cart and then plodded around the bed to see if there was more trash that needed to be taken out. As she did, her wide butt bumped the console for the aging device causing it to fall to the ground.
“Ah shit! What’d I do?” She grunts to herself and she turns to see what she knocked over.
She reaches down with a pasty hand to grab the console.
“Crap! C’mon! C’mon you stupid thing!” She says as she tries to fiddle with it and turn it on to make sure she didn’t break it.
The screen remains dark and blank. Colleen hurries over to her cart and looks for her phone, then remembers that it’s in the pocket of her housekeeping uniform. She pulls out her nokia flip phone and squints at the pad then hits a couple buttons and it begins ringing.
“Hi Colleen, what’s up? I’m at work.” A young woman’s voice answers sounding exasperated.
“Yeah me too smart-ass. And what’s with this ‘Colleen crap’? As far as your concerned my name is ‘Mom’.” The post-menopausal housekeeper said with an annoyed tone in her voice to her oldest daughter.
“Mom… i’m 25 years old when are you going to treat me like an adult.” The woman said incredulously.
“You may be an adult Heather but you’ll always be my baby girl! Now can I ask you the question I called about or what?” Colleen asked in a huff.
“Fine! Yes!” Heather replied.
“Okay so I bumped over this doohicky in one of the rooms. It looks like one of those what do you call them? Tablet! It’s not turning on and i’m afraid I broke it.” She explains.
“Geez I’m not like tech support mom. Corey’s a lot better with that sort of thing-” Heather began to explain.
“Yeah I know but your brother never answers his phone when he’s in class! Now are you going to help me or what? I can’t just leave it like this and if I get one more complaint they’re going to can your old mom and I can’t be looking for a new job - not at my age. Everyone only wants to hire young kids. Not washed up old women with bingo wing arms and cankles like me!” Colleen said bluntly.
“Mom! You don’t have cankles… c’mon! Okay what is the model and brand of the tablet?” Heather presses.
Colleen looks at the black slab in her hands and then flips it over onto the other side.
“I don’t see any words.” She tells her daughter.
“There has to be like a name on the thing. Sometimes it’s in embossed lettering on the back.” Heather goads.
“I know that Heather. I’m looking right at this thing and i’m telling you - there isn’t a single letter on it!” Colleen exclaims.
“Okay! Okay! Jeez um… did you try holding the power button down to see if you can restart it.” Her daughter asks.
“Yeah I tried that. It didn’t do anything.” Colleen replies.
“Hmm okay i’ve got to go - my boss is coming and i’m not supposed to be on the phone.” Heather whispered into the phone. “But i’ll keep thinking and text you if I come up with something.” She adds quickly.
“Fine. Go, go! I’ll keep playing with it and see if I can fix it myself.” Colleen says in frustration.
She hangs up the phone and goes over and sits on the bed to rest for a minute and see what she can do. As soon as her butt hit’s the bedsheet the tablet lights up and displays FEMALE AGE 52. Colleen looks excited that it wasn’t broken but confused about how it knew her age and gender. She looks at the controls, squinting at them a bit. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a glasses case and takes out her reading glasses, putting them on and holding the tablet away from her a bit.
She taps the section that says MENTAL and slides the number down to ‘16’. She blinks and suddenly Colleen thought it was 1983 again. She looks around the room confused and then down at her dowdy grey housekeeping outfit.
“Ugh! Gag me with a spoon!” She said tugging at the unflattering outfit, that was when she looked at the back of her veiny hands. She held them up in horror and looked down at the sight of the bingo-wings she had mentioned earlier then down at her flabby middle-aged body and jumped up, wincing at how stiff her older legs and back were and rushed into the bathroom.
She screamed as she saw her 52 year old self in the mirror. “Like, oh my god, so gnarly!!!” She cried tugging at her jowly cheeks and trying to smooth out her worry lines. She rushed back to the bed and grabbed the console. The last thing she remembered was holding this weird Atari-looking thing and suddenly she was old. It lit up again and displayed FEMALE PHYSICAL AGE 52/MENTAL AGE 16.
“Cha, as-if i’m 52!? Fer sure!” She said sarcastically in a throaty valley girl voice while moving the number down to 16. Quickly the middle-aged mother of four began to slim down. The lines on her face soon faded into smooth skin and the grey in her hair vanished. Her breasts perked up and her arms and legs became slender and toned. She was now younger than she had been before she had had Heather as her face and body continued to youthen. Colleen was soon a fresh-faced teen with a button nose and big pretty eyes. Her auburn hair was shimmering despite it’s messy modest style. She was soon the same age as her youngest daughter. She jumped up with much more ease this time and ran to the bathroom.
Grinning at her pretty 16 year old self in the mirror she held out her brown curls and wrinkled her nose. “My kingdom for a scrunchie.” She said to herself and then she spotted some hairspray and a ribbon on the counter and quickly went to work. A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom with a frizzy 80s side-pony tail and heavy blue and pink eye-makeup that would put Molly Ringwald to shame. She tore off the lining of her housekeeping uniform and tied it around her forehead like a headband then looked down in disgust at the rest of her outfit again.
Spotting Betty’s clothes strewn on the floor Colleen picks up the dark blue tank top and looks at it skeptically. “Like, where is all the color? I’ve got to go down to the mall and pick out a new outfit or like, five! Fer sure!” She says as she changes out of her uniform and into Betty’s clothes.
The voice on the radio is now launching into a rant against trees and Colleen wrinkles her nose again turning the station until an oldies station comes on.
“Phone rings in the middle of the night my father yells ‘what you gonna do with your life’? Oh daddy dear you know you’re still number one…” Cindi Lauper sings through the radio speakers and Colleen begin bopping to the music as she kneels down to pull her car keys and credit card from the pocket of her uniform then heads for the door.
“That’s all they really waaaaant! When the working day is done, oh girls they wanna have fun!!!” The teenager belts out as the door shuts behind her.
Across town Dave and Amy were pulling up to the Silver Meadows Senior Living Center.
“What are we doing here? I thought Mikey went to like Walmart.” Amy says jumping out of the car.
“He was supposed to…” Dave says slamming his door and marching up to the entrance. He turns to his teenage girlfriend. “Let me do the talking.”
Once inside, they are greeted to a chaotic scene in the lobby - an old man, a woman in her mid 20s, a police officer and a frazzled woman in her mid 40s wearing a name badge that says ‘Cynthia Proulx - Director’ all appear to be loudly talking over one another.
“I’m not a child! I’m your grandfather! It wouldn’t hurt to treat me like it every once in a while!” The old man shouts.
“Grampy! This man was trying to KIDNAP you! He drove you to a nursing home!” The young woman exclaims.
“It’s not a nursing home… it’s a senior care center.” The director interjects sternly.
“All right! All right! One at a time please! You! The nursing home director!” The mustachioed police officer says pointing his pen at the middle aged woman.
“Senior care center director!” She corrects him.
“Yeah that’s what I said isn’t it? Now you called it in right?” The policeman asks.
“That’s correct I caught the two gentlemen sneaking into one of our resident's rooms and this one was kissing her!” She says pointing at the one man.
“I wasn’t doing anything wrong! She’s my high school sweetheart!” The old man protests.
“See grampy! This guy took you and forced you to do weirdo stuff against your will!” The granddaughter insists.
“It wasn’t against my will!” The old man bellows.
Behind them in the director's office Mikey sits in a chair looking bored and worried.
Dave finally breaks up all the shouting. “Hey! Can someone PLEASE tell me what i’m doing at this nursing home.”
“Senior care center!!!” The director snaps angrily.
“Whatever - I don’t care. Listen - that’s my colleague. Is he being charged with anything or can I take him and go?” Dave says pointing to Mikey sitting behind the glass.
The cop scratches his head. “Well that’s what i’m trying to determine. As far I can gather, your friend over there abducted Mr. Giddings here and brought him to this facility where he attempted to abduct a…” He checks his notes. “Prudence Fletcher who is evidently a resident here. That’s when Miss Giddings, the victims granddaughter came in and interceded and the staff here called me. Now judging by supplies I spotted in the back seat of Mr. Wilcox including walkers and denture adhesive it’s apparent to me that your colleague is engaged in some kind of old people slave trafficking ring.” The officer states flipping his notepad closed.
“Oh that’s insane! Mikey would never-” Amy begins to say.
“Ut! Ut! Shhh!” Dave says putting his finger to her lips and turning to the cop. “May I err… speak with the alleged perpetrator briefly?” He asks channeling every lawyer he’s seen in cop shows.
“Yeah be my guest!” The cop says gesturing to the office.
The old man scrambles to confront Dave. “Excuse me sir. I’m Harold, Harold Giddings! Your friend Mikey didn’t do none of the things that he’s being accused of! We weren’t trying to kidnap Pruddie! We were trying to rescue her!” He says grabbing Dave’s hand.
The old man gets pulled away by his granddaughter. “What kind of sicko takes advantage of a poor old man like this! I’m his granddaughter. Chloe Giddings and I demand to know what kind of business you’re in that your ‘colleague’ would kidnap and confuse my grampy like this!” The young woman insists to Dave.
He smiles at her. She was pretty, mid to late 20s, blonde hair with a wholesome kind of vibe to her. Like she probably wears a lot of cardigans.
“Uh the porn industry actually. I can give you my card if you’re ever interested.” He says honestly.
Dave doesn’t stick around to hear her scoff, instead he hurries to the back office and bursts through the door.
“What the hell man! You were just supposed to go to the store!” Dave screams at his partner.
“I did dude! I bought everything we talked about but when I was in the depends isle I bumped into Harold and see, we got to talking…” Mikey begins to explain.
TWO HOURS EARLIER….
Mikey is scrutinizing packages of adult diapers trying to pick out the best ones when Harold hobbles over to him, pointing at a package with his cane.
“The purple ones have always done me right.” The old man says with a chuckle and then raises a grey hairy eyebrow. “You seem a bit young to be having control issues though.”
Mikey laughs and holds up his hands defensively. “Oh no! They’re not for me.”
The old man nods. “Ah running errands for your grams huh? Good boy.”
Mikey shakes his head again. “No it’s not that either.”
Harold gives him a curious look. “Hmmm well now you’ve got me intrigued.”
Mikey considers for a moment and then shrugs thinking there’s no harm in telling the truth. “These are for models to wear during our shoots… as props.” He explains.
The old man looks confused and a bit concerned. “What kind of things are you shooting where your models need to wear adult diapers?”
Mikey grins nervously. “Um well… granny porn sir.”
Harold looks alarmed for a moment and then bursts out laughing, slapping his bony knee. “Heh well now i’ve heard of everything! You’re saying there’s a place I can go and see women my age shaking their saggers and doing the hibbity dibbity?”
Mikey nods. “Yep. I’ll give you the web site! First 7 days are free!” He says handing the old man his card.
Harold takes the card and holds out his hand for a handshake. “What’s your name son?”
“Mikey sir. Mikey Wilcox.” Mikey says shaking the old man’s hand.
“Harold Giddings.” The old man replies back with a wrinkled smile.
Harold looks at the card and then at Mikey skeptically. “Now, I don’t mean to call you a liar or anything nor do I want to imply that you’re in the wrong business… I just don’t see a lot of gals I went to school with back in the day getting down in the buff and passing the gravy in front of a camera… now don’t get me wrong - folks my age, we have plenty of sex but these old gals, they’re very private. Don’t like to even talk about it!” The old man explains.
Mikey grins from ear to ear. “That’s the beauty of it Harold… we don’t need women born in the 1920s and 1930s!... We make our own grannies!”
The senior raises his eyebrows once again. “How’s that now?”
“So Mikey spills the beans and tells the old codger about the time pad and what it does. Now if it would me i’d call bullshit before Mikey can even finish saying ‘timepad’ but Harold believes him! Or he wants to believe him! And Mikey quickly learns why - see Harold of course wants Mikey to use the device to give the old guy his youth back… but also wants to bring his old high school sweetheart Prudence along with him back to his 20s… I guess Harold and Prudence had been in love and planned to get married after school - but World War II broke out and Harold went off to war.
His plane ended up getting shot down - which Harold ended up winning medals for later, but Prudence was told he had died and moved over. When Harold came home everything had changed on him and he lost touch with the love of his life, ended up meeting another woman and starting a family, had a daughter who then grew up to have her own daughter - Chloe who you met earlier, all the while Harold had thought about what could have been! And now here was his chance!
He begged Mikey to do this, give the old man his second chance with his dear sweet Pruddie until Mikey finally relented despite his better judgment - I mean, after all it seemed like he’d be doing some good for some kind old man. So they got into Mikey’s car and drove down to the nursing home… sorry ‘senior care center’, that Harold knew Prudence’s kids had stuck her in. Problem was - since neither Harold nor Mikey were family to the old broad neither of them could take her out of the place and back to the hotel room where her youth and beauty were a couple of taps away. So they attempted to sneak her out! Would have worked too! Security in those joints is a joke! But Harold had forgotten to mention, or just plain forgot that his granddaughter Chloe had been the one to drive him to the store. The poor girl gets up to the check-out line to see her elderly granddad leaving with some strange man!
She follows Mikey’s car and catches the two of them trying to sneak through an old woman’s window! That’s when she alerts the authorities and well… you saw how that all turned out!”
NOW:
“I swear, we didn’t do anything wrong! I was just going to take Harold and the old woman back to the hotel, make them like 21 again and that was going to be that!” Mikey explains defensively.
“Didn’t do anything wrong!? It sounds like you attempted to break in to this nursing- whatever and then tried to steal an old lady!” Dave exclaimed.
“Nah man, Prudence would have come willingly but-” Mikey trailed off.
“But what?” Dave pressed.
“Well she sort of has pretty severe dementia now… Harold didn’t know. So she didn’t remember who he was and couldn’t tell anyone that she wanted to leave.” Mikey explains.
“Dude, I have no idea how you’re getting out of this one.” Dave says bluntly.
Outside the office the cop is staring at Amy.
“Hey! Do you know who you look like?” He says pulling his aviator glasses down to get a clearer look at her.
Amy rolls her eyes. “Yeah that actress Amy Acker. I get that all the time.”
The cop shakes his head. “Nah I don’t know who that is. You look like this porn model I used to love jerking off to… what’s her name it was Amy something… Amy Acer!” The cop exclaims snapping his fingers.
Amy perks up. “Oh? That’s me...my sister! That’s my older sister!” She says excited to be recognized.
The Cop’s jaw drops. “No way! That’s so awesome! You gotta tell her when you see her that I loved her in Much Ado About Nutting! I mean truly a masterpiece! I wacked off so good to that…” He geeks out.
“Yeah I will definitely tell her… you know, people say i’m basically just a younger hotter version of her.” Amy says with a wink.
The Cop holds his fingers up to frame Amy is his line of sight. “You know, I see it! I really do! You’ve got quite the career ahead of you! And hell, you’re in the right city for it! Amiright!?” He says with a laugh.
Amy smirks. “I appreciate that officer… you know, it’s a shame we can’t work something out about these charges… I mean, the old man’s fine and they didn’t end up taking anyone out of the nursing home right?” She gives him a knowing look.
The Cop raises his eyebrow above his sunglasses. “Are you over 18?”
Amy nods. “Yes officer, I am.” She says proudly.
The Cop grabs his belt buckle and adjusts his pants. “I think we might be able to work something out….”
A few minutes later Dave and Mikey come out of the office.
“Okay officer - here’s the deal. Our industry has enjoyed a certain quid pro quo with the boys in blue of this town… if you drop the charges then we’re willing to….” He begins to say and then looks around. “Where did the cop go?” He asks the director who is busying herself at the reception desk and Harold and Chloe who look equally confused.
“Where’s Amy?” Mikey adds.
At that moment the door to an empty resident room pops open and the cop struts out adjusting his belt. After him Amy walks out wiping her lips and buttoning her shirt back up.
“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Dave exclaims.
“Okay Mr. Wilcox, you’re free to go.” The cop says.
“Just like that?” Mikey asks surprised.
“Yeah well, as Miss Acer here illuminated - Mr. Giddings accompanied you of his own free will, and Miss Fletcher was never actually taken out of her room. So… I don’t see a crime here. Have a good day!” He says tipping his hat to the group and then does a second tip of the hat and a wink to Amy. “Ma’am.”
“Officer…” Amy purrs.
“Goddamnit!” Dave yells.
The cop leaves and Chloe points a finger in Dave’s face. “This may be over but if I see your weirdo friend anywhere NEAR my grandfather I swear to god I will break every finger and toe on his body.... Now I have to go, my shift at Build-A-Bear starts in an hour!” She says taking her grandfather by the arm and marching out of the facility.
“Bye Mikey! Thanks for everything! It was nice to meet you! I’ll check out your website!” Harold calls back to Mikey as he’s being dragged out the door.
“Okay well… I guess that solves that. Let’s get back to the hotel.” Mikey says with a shrug.
“Not so fast.” A stern voice behind them says.
They turn around to see the director glaring at them.
“You entered my facility without authorization and attempted to harass one of my residents. I could still press charges…It’s well within my rights...” The woman says coolly.
Dave sighs. “What do you want?” He asks exasperated.
“Oh I think 5000 should cover the damage…” She says apathetically.
“Dollars!? Lady! What kind of shady ass shit are you pulling here? This is a nursing home-” Mikey begins to protest.
“Senior Care Center! And now it’s 6000!” She shouts.
“Are you insane!?” Mikey yells and Dave holds his arm out to stop him from getting into the woman’s face.
“Mikey, it’s fine. Let’s just go.” Dave says writing the woman a check.
She looks at it with a smile and then folds it and nods for them to leave.
Back at the hotel the trio enter the room to find it empty.
“Will NOTHING go right today!?” Dave exclaims seeing that the elderly pair they had left were gone.
“Look - there’s a cleaning cart here…. Do you think housekeeping came in and call senior services on them?” Amy asked terrified at the thought of her 26 year old friend and that poor UCLA girl getting sent off to some nursing home doomed to dodder around as old people for the rest of their lives.
“God I hope not - we have a shoot to finish!” Dave says in a worried tone. “Okay let’s split up and search for them… if they’re still here they can’t have gotten far, neither of them seemed particularly steady on their feet.”
“And Dave was right - they hadn’t gotten very far. The gang found Fernando and Betty in…”
A. Hotel lobby talking to a receptionist who is Betty’s college classmate B. Hotel buffet where they are being helped by a friendly middle-aged southern couple C. Hotel Pool where Fernando is being gawked at by a trio of elderly women D. An In & Out burger down the road where Betty’s boyfriend works
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Post by chronoeclipse on Sept 30, 2019 1:13:07 GMT -6
Hey all, sorry this one isn't as colorful as my usual posts. The length of this chapter just made going through and coloring all the dialogue feel really daunting. But sound off along with you votes as to whether you prefer all of the dialogue colored because it makes the story easier to follow etc., or if you don't mind or maybe even prefer it all be black except for the narrator's lines in red.
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Post by kingfaraday on Sept 30, 2019 10:35:01 GMT -6
A. Whatever makes it easier for you chrono.
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Post by timewarpee on Oct 1, 2019 8:10:39 GMT -6
C and whatever works for you
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Post by cyberbady on Oct 12, 2019 16:44:41 GMT -6
Is this going to keep updating any time soon?
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Post by tej2506 on Oct 14, 2019 9:35:23 GMT -6
In theory, yeah. Chrono has said he will update it.
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Post by cyberbady on Oct 14, 2019 12:35:39 GMT -6
Ok, ty
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Post by chronoeclipse on Oct 25, 2019 20:53:42 GMT -6
Annnnd we're back! After a little bit of a hiatus this story is resuming regular updates again. Thanks for your consideration! Hope you're all excited to see where this goes next!
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Post by chronoeclipse on Oct 25, 2019 21:07:07 GMT -6
“Luckily for Dave and the gang they didn’t have to go far to find their two missing porn stars. The dried-up old prunes were shuffling around down in the lobby where it appeared that Betty recognized an old friend…”
In the lobby the aged, balding Fernando is nodding off in a chair in the waiting area while grey-haired Betty is clinging to the marble countered reception desk, wagging her crooked finger at the blonde-haired college-aged girl standing behind it.
“I know you from somewhere… I never forget a face.” Betty rattles.
The blonde girl raises a pierced eyebrow at the old woman. “I doubt it.” She says matter-of-factly.
“We… we were teammates weren’t we? Back when I used to play volleyball…” Betty says sounding unsure of what she was saying - after all she appeared to be decades older than this girl who she recalled as her peer.
“Oooookay! Granny! Let’s get you back to your room. Sounds like you’ve had enough excitement for one day…” Dave says quickly as he rushes over to put his arm around the aged woman and escort her toward the elevator.
‘Sorry’ mouths Amy to the girl at the reception desk as she grabs Fernando’s hand and pulls him away as well.
“Wait - how did that old woman know I play volleyball?” The girl asks, a bit freaked out.
“Oh she says that to everyone, poor dear - she used to be quite the player when she was young.” Dave explains while continuing to move away from the girl.
Betty shuffles out from under his arm and turns around, looking at the receptionist. She looks a little disoriented.
“I was going to play in a big match this weekend…. No, that can’t be right. I’m far too old to play these days. I - I must have been teammates with your grandmother young lady.” She says with a wrinkly smile as Dave swoops in again to drag her onto the elevator.
“Wait! I don’t think my grandmother played volleyball!... Do I know you?” The girl calls out moving out from around the desk and heading toward them.
Dave jams on the ‘door close’ button as Amy waves politely at the receptionist trying not to show how nervous she was.
“Say bye to the nice young girl grandma!” Dave prompts and Betty waves, still unsure as the door closes and the elevator bring the four of them up to the room.
When they enter the room Mikey is in the middle of setting up for the next shoot. He looks over at the two old people shuffling in.
“Is that Fernando? Damn. Sorry bro, time did not do you any favors.” Mikey remarks to the aged man.
Fernando cups a wrinkled hand to his hairy ear. “Eh? What?”
Mikey shakes his head. “Never mind!” He says loudly.
“Ok clothes off. We’ve got to wrap this up!” Dave orders.
“First things first - give Nando his youth back!” Amy insists.
Betty shuffles to the bed, gripping the bedpost and looking around trying to get her bearings. “You want us to take off our clothes!?” She asks incredulously.
“Yeah, you agreed to be in a porn shoot little lady!” Mikey says with a polite smile.
“I did?” Betty asks surprised.
“Yeah you did. Waaaaaay back when you were a pretty college girl. You signed a contract and everything.” Mikey explains.
“Oh but that was years and years ago… before you were born.” Betty retorts.
Mikey shrugs. “Doesn’t make it any less valid. A contract's a contract. Besides, it’ll be fun! If you don’t mind me saying, I think you’re VERY sexy.” He says with a grin and a wink.
Betty’s wrinkled cheeks blush and she smiles, looking away shyly as she reaches up with trembling hands and lets her robe drop to the floor.
“Okay, fine! Fine! I’ll take care of Fernando… excuse me to wanting to get some granny/grandpa shots.” Dave says rolling his eyes.
“I used to be in such good shape when I was young… “ Betty chides herself looking down at her shriveled exposed body.
Mikey is also looking at it. “I think you look smoking hot for your age.” He remarks causing Betty to blush again.
She shuffles closer to him, her sagging breasts swaying from side to side as she does so. She gives him a wrinkly smile. “What a charming young man you are! My, I wish I had met a nice young fella like you 60 years ago!” She says with a chuckle patting him on the arm with her gnarled hand.
“Can you get the girl out of here. I don’t want her seeing Fernando’s regression.” Dave says pointing at Betty.
“You should have thought of that before you began acting petty… fine… come along granny. Let’s get your make-up touched up.” Amy says as she walks over and escorts the old woman away from Mikey into the bathroom and shuts the door.
“Dude! I think I totally have a shot with that volleyball player when we make her young again. Did you see how hard that old biddy was flirting with me?” Mikey says excitedly.
“Sure! That’s great.” Dave replies not paying attention.
He takes the panel for the age pad and motions for Fernando to sit on the bed. Which the old man is grateful to do because it was taking a lot of energy to stay standing at his age. As he sits the robe flaps open giving the other guys a great view of Fernando’s shriveled dick and drooping grey-haired ballsack.
Mikey’s eyes widen at the exposed old man junk. “Ah I don’t like that…”
Dave quickly hits the revert button and the old man in front of them begins to regress. Quickly he straightened up and the hair returned to his head then quickly darkened to it’s rich black color. Muscle tone reformed on his body and his junk regained it’s girth and majesty. Soon a virile young man sat there looking confused.
“What’s going on? Have we started the shoot? I thought I was fucking the volleyballer…” Fernando says feeling a little dizzy.
“Yeah man, you were. She needed a break to freshen up. We’re all good why don’t you have some water.” Dave says handing him a water bottle.
Fernando took it and chugged it down, letting water drip down his muscular chest then tossed off his robe.
Amy brings Betty back out. The old woman shuffles naked out of the bathroom looking around confused.
“Where did the old man go? Who is this?” She asks pointing at the naked Adonis standing in front of her.
Dave laughs nervously. “Uh no old man… just Fernando! He’s who you’re shooting with. Remember?”
Betty strokes her wrinkled chin in contemplation - she could have sworn there was an old man here. She then shrugs.
“Sounds good to me!” She says chipperly.
Amy smiles satisfied at the sight of young Fernando and gives Dave an approving nod.
Fernando comes over and kisses Betty’s veiny hand. “Senora you are a rose that has never wilted.” He says looking into her sunken eyes.
Betty blushes and giggles. “And you’re even more handsome than your grandfather! And that’s really saying something! Where is he by the way? That sweet older man?” She asks, forgetful at her age.
“There’s no old man here Betty… Now let’s get you to sit on the bed. I have some questions for you before we continue.” Dave says exasperated.
“Oh. All right.” Betty says shuffle over and sitting at the end of the bed like she had when she did her first interview at age 21.
“Great. Why don’t you say your name and age for the folks watching.” Dave says looking at her through his camera.
Betty blushes again. “Will there be… a lot of people watching?”
“Hopefully sweetie!” Amy says motioning for her to continue.
“Oh well… my name is Betty. Betty Car-” She begins to say.
“DON’T say your last name!... Just your first is fine.” Dave coaches quickly.
“Ah okay sorry.” Betty says a little flustered.
“Let’s go ahead and go again. Just say your name and age for me beautiful.” Dave says gently.
Betty shakes off her nervousness. “My name is Betty and I recently turned 90 years old.” She says with a proud smile.
“Good! Good! And is this your first porn shoot?” Dave asks with a grin.
“I would say so!” Betty says with a bewildered chuckle.
“You didn’t do anything like this when you were a wild, sexy, college girl?” Dave prompts.
Betty shakes her old head. “Oh no… I may have thought about it… but I was much too busy with all my sports and activities. I was quite active in those days…”
“That’s right! I overheard you tell the girl at the front desk that you played Volleyball.” Dave says giving Amy a wink.
“Yes! Yes! Oh I loved volleyball!” Betty says remembering those days fondly, not realizing that those days were more recent than she recalled.
“I bet you were really a head-turner on the volleyball court… why don’t you show us some moves.” Dave suggests.
Betty looks at the camera with her sunken eyes wide. “You want me to do a volleyball serve - at my age?”
“Sure why not!” Dave responds blowing up a balloon that Mikey had bought at the store.
Betty struggles slowly to her feet. Her ages wrinkled flesh jiggles and sways as she moves. She grips the bedpost for support before Amy rushes over to hand her a cane, which Betty grips gratefully and uses to stand on her trembling legs.
“Oh I don’t know… it’s been years… decades really.” The old woman points out.
“Nah, don’t worry. I bet it’ll be like riding a bike!” Dave says hitting the balloon over to Betty.
The yellow balloon glides gracefully over to the old woman who grips her bony hand into a fist and brings it up underhanded to hit it. She connects and the balloon sails over into the corner of the room. Everyone else in the room claps and cheers. Betty smiles, proud of herself for making a successful serve.
“Still got it!” She rattles happily.
“That was very good! Now let’s try a jumping, overhand serve.” Dave says.
Betty gives him a look like he just asked her to jump out of a plane without a parachute.
“Oh… I’m not sure about that one young man… I’m not as steady on my feet as I used to be… I don’t want to end up breaking a hip and needing you nice young people to have to drive me to the hospital.” She explains honestly.
Dave waves his hand. “You’ll be fine! You can do it on the bed! It’ll be nice and soft… Amy can help keep you steady.” He suggests.
Betty hesitates for a moment but then takes a deep breath and nods… not wanting to disappoint these young men. She hobbles over to the side of the bed and Amy strips down to her underwear and then goes over to help the old volleyball player to climb onto the bed. Betty slowly and carefully stands up on the mattress as Amy hands the 90-year-old her cane. The teenage make-up artist hops up herself and puts a steadying hand on the old woman’s stooped back.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Amy says gently as Dave hits the balloon back over to them.
Betty reaches over with trembling arms to catch the balloon as Amy holds on to her soft wrinkly waist. The old woman then holds the balloon, psyching herself up to jump. She takes a cautious step forward with her liver-spotted foot, then steps back again.
“I don’t think these old bones are up for a move like that.” She rattles apologetically.
Amy rubs her bony spine. “It’s okay. You know your body. Don’t try anything you’re not comfortable with.” She says to make the old woman feel better.
“I’m a little worried that if I even tried i’d wet myself!” Betty says with a laugh. “Controls issues what they are… you’ll know what I mean someday.”
“God I hope not.” Amy says furrowing her brow.
“It’s okay! It’s okay! Don’t worry about it! Let’s see….” Dave says as he looks for a solution on the age control panel.
“So Dave here REALLY wants to see this old bag do a jumping volleyball thing… I don’t know what they’re called. Anyway, he figures - maybe he can make Betty her young self again when she knows she can confidently do the move, then just age her back in the middle of it… but then he sees an option on the panel that turns out to be a real game-changer. It’s marked ‘awareness’.”
Dave’s eyes twinkle as the ‘awareness’ option that pops up under Betty’s changes. He toggles her mental age down to 21 and selects ‘awareness OFF’. The old woman on the bed blinks and straightens her elderly body a bit. Confidence and vitality clearly restoring itself beneath her aged frame. She looks down at the cane she’s holding and gives a confused look, letting go of it. The cane falls off the bed and the old woman with a young mind stumbles, trying to regain her balance, wondering why her legs suddenly feel so weak and brittle.
“Uh what are we doing? Wasn’t I having sex with the really ripped guy over there?” Betty asks still with a shrill sounding old voice.
“You were! But then we did another Q&A bit and you offered to show me another one of your signature moves naked remember?” Dave offers helpfully rushing back behind the camera.
The old woman scrunches her wrinkled face, not remembering any of that but then shrugs. “Okay, weird but whatever. What was I going to do again? I totally spaced out.”
“You were going to do a jumping overhanded serve.” Dave reminds her.
“Oh, okay. No sweat!” The 90-year-old woman says with a smile and a bob of her head causing her grey and white ponytail to swish from side to side.
Betty had the attitude and energy of a college girl again. She wasn’t worried about breaking a hip or falling and not being able to get up. In her mind she was at the peak of her physical ability and nearly invulnerable. She did wonder though why every part of her was so stiff and achy. Her legs didn’t really feel like they could support her weight and her toes were throbbing with a sharp pain she had never experienced before, because it would be decades before she knew what arthritis felt like.
Amy puts her hands back on Betty to brace her. The elderly woman cranes her wrinkled face around scowling at the teenager.
“Uh what are you doing?” Betty asks like Amy is being crazy.
“I’m just giving you some support for what you’re about to attempt sweetie.” Amy says sweetly.
Betty raises a grey eyebrow. “Uh I don’t need support. I do this like all the time.” She replies moving her wrinkled hands down to push Amy’s away.
Amy puts her hands back up to catch Betty without actually touching her this time. “You’re going to want the extra help at your age… “ She mumbles.
Betty smirks. “My age? Kid, i’m only 21.”
Amy looks over at Dave like ‘what did you do’. Dave waves to signal they just get on with it.
The elderly woman bends her knees with a loud popping sound and raises the balloon above her head then pushes it toward the ceiling and leaps up. Her sagging breasts raise up and flop over her bony shoulders as she does so. She cranes her arm back and pushes it forward to slap the balloon as it descends causing the balloon to zoom to the far wall and pop against a light fixture. Betty’s face was a wrinkled mix of pain and determination as every bone and joint in her body protested being moved in this way, this quickly. She landed back down on her wrinkled feet, her breasts flying down to flap her withered belly and her elderly bladder squirted out a bit of urine from the strain.
Betty’s eyes went wide at the sensation of peeing herself and her face flushed red as her thin wrinkled legs gave out from under her and she crumpled back onto Amy.
“Oh ew! I think she peed.” Amy says helping Betty into a seated position on the bed and looking down at the old woman's tuft of neatly trimmed grey pubes did indeed have droplets of urine on them.
“I am so! So sorry! I can’t believe I… that’s never happened before!” Betty says completely mortified.
“Don’t be sorry! That was absolutely amazing!” Dave says excitedly.
But Betty was clearly distraught over her accident and trying with all her might to climb off the bed to get cleaned up.
Dave goes over and grabs the panel and mentally ages her back to 90.
“What was I… oh dear. I’ve done it again haven’t I? I just don’t have the control I use to. Sorry young lady.” Betty rattles to Amy.
“Don’t worry about it.” Amy says icily.
“Ames can you get Betty cleaned up really quick. I’ve got one more shot before we wrap up.” Dave directs.
Amy sighs and helps the old woman off the bed and into the bathroom. The sounds of the shower are heard and after a few minutes the teenager and the naked old woman appeared again.
“That was really good dear… have you worked in elder care before?” Betty asks as she hobbles back out to the main room. Dave fetching her a cane again.
“No… You’re my first but I have a feeling i’m going to be dealing with it a lot more now.” Amy says with a tone.
“Great! Okay for this last bit you’re going to blow Fernando here next to the bed. Since we can’t use the bed until housekeeping cleans it up.” Dave explains.
“Sorry again young man.” Betty says patting Dave on the arm.
“Don’t sweat it. You’re all good. Now do you mind swallowing when you make Fernando cum? Because if you do we can have him pull out and cum on your wrinkled face or your sagging chest…” Dave says bluntly.
Betty looks a bit scandalized for a moment. “Oh my!” She looks over at Fernando’s member and feels excited and tingly. “Oh… I think i’ll swallow it! You should see the size of the pills they make me swallow at the home!” She rattles.
“Great! All right then. Places everyone.” Dave says moving back to the camera.
Fernando helps Betty down onto her knees in front of him and gets himself stiff again. Betty puts a shaking hand around it and gives Fernando a wrinkled grin.
“I haven’t done this sort of thing since before you were born!” She says as she puts her wrinkled lips around his dick and begins to slowly suck and lick it.
Dave zooms in on her wrinkled face as she happily blows the man who now was young enough to be her great-grandson. He pans down to her shriveled tits as they flop back and forth with each head bob. Fernando strokes the old woman’s long grey hair and closes his eyes at the sensation of her wet mouth around him. He feels himself about to blow his load and unleashes the line Dave told him to give while Betty was getting cleaned up.
“Ah granny! Your gumjob is amazing! You are making me cum!” He recites as he begins to unload into the old woman’s mouth.
Dave quickly rushes to the panel and selects full revert on Betty.
Before everyone's eyes the old woman begins to grow younger. Wrinkles vanish from her face and body and her skin smooths and tightens. Dave zooms in on her chest to see it lift dramatically back into a pair of perky boobs. Her grey hair becomes brunette again and looks shiny and thick in her ponytail. Her ass plumps and tones as cellulite washes away. Soon a 21-year-old girl was enthusiastically blowing Fernando and swallowing up his cum until nothing was left. She slid her plump lips off his member with a satisfied ‘ah!’ and wiped her mouth.
“Cool! What next?” She says with an excited smile.
“That’s it! Shoots done!” Dave announces causing Amy and Mikey to clap.
“Seriously? That was super quick!” Betty says surprised - not remembering any of the old lady parts.
“Yeah well, we got a lot of great footage. We’ll edit it into a ten-minute vid and guys across the internet will love you!” Dave says.
Betty shrugs getting up off the floor. She looks around. “Hey! Where are my clothes?”
Amy and Dave look at each other wide-eyed.
“Uhhhhh…” Dave begins to babble completely stumped as to what to say.
“The cleaning lady must have stolen them why we were getting you fixed up in the bathroom!” Amy says quickly as she lifts up her shirt and shorts. “Here, they’ll probably be a bit snug on you but you can have mine!” She says holding them out to the naked college girl.
“Annnnnd i’ll include compensation for your lost clothes onto your check!” Dave adds writing out a check and handing it to the girl.
Betty takes it angrily along with the clothes but softens her demeanor once she sees how much money she made.
“Hey so… what’s your number? I’ll text you mine and we can see what a ‘charming young man’ I can be over drinks later…” Mikey says pulling out his phone as Betty squeezes into Amy’s clothes.
Betty gives him a disgusted look as she attempts to jimmy the jean shorts up her muscular thighs. “Ew! You’re like old enough to be my dad!”
“I mean… if I knocked up your mom when I was 14!” Mikey says offended.
Betty is unable to button the too-small shorts and the shirt is skin tight on her bustier, athletic frame. “Ugh, whatever weirdo.”
Amy swoops in to smooth things over. “Here - let me um walk you down to the lobby… maybe I can buy you better clothes from the hotel gift shop…” She says pulling a robe over her underwear-clad body.
The two young women walk to the door.
“Hey you didn’t see me getting disgusted when you were old enough to be my grandma!” Mikey yells after them.
Amy shoves Betty out the door before she can respond. Fernando and Dave look at Mikey.
“What? You didn’t!” Mikey insists.
Dave pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. Today had been stressful. He opened them again when he felt another man breathing down on him. He looked up to see a robed Fernando standing inches away from him looking furious.
“I know what you did!” The long-haired man seethes, his nostrils flaring.
“Fernando… buddy… C’mon… I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Dave says backing away with his hands up defensively.
“You used your little machine and you made me old! Without my permission! Then you used your machine to make me forget! But Fernando never forgets!” He says raising a fist.
Dave holds up his arms protectively thinking Fernando was going to hit him.
“I - I’m sorry…” Dave mumbles, scared.
“You don’t treat noone with respect - not me - not your beautiful girlfriend… no one. And so - I quit.” Fernando says simply. He walks over to the wall and grabs his bag and then promptly exits the room.
Dave lowers his arms and looks over to Mikey.
“Shit!” They both exclaim.
“Quite the conundrum. Fernando was a top-shelf talent. And didn’t mind fucking women 4 times his own age! The boys were really in a bind… so how did they handle it?”
A. Do an all-girl shoot while trying to find a replacement B. Hold an audition for another male porn actor who is willing to have sex with APed women C. Beg Fernando to come back D. Mike volunteers to be the on-camera talent.
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niddlyby43
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Age before beauty.
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Post by niddlyby43 on Oct 26, 2019 3:39:36 GMT -6
C
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Post by kingfaraday on Oct 26, 2019 21:46:33 GMT -6
A. That was great
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Post by timewarpee on Nov 11, 2019 10:53:55 GMT -6
I think A
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