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Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 15:09:21 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-Out by ChronoEclipse
Chapter 7
He watched her limp slowly out of the room. The ring on his finger still spinning subtly. The DOB on her license changed again to 05-12-59 as Justin took out his phone to see the picture of Abbie was now a slightly sepia-toned image of a teenage Abbie with feathered blonde hair and big hoop earrings in a silver one-piece sleeveless outfit with bell-bottom pants. She looked like a total disco queen.
The cassette clicked to the next track as ‘Night Fever’ by the Bee Gees came on. Justin watched as Abbie came back into the bedroom with a big smile on her face mumbling the words to the song under her breast and swaying her arms to the music as she walked toward him slower than she used to. She was no longer dressed in a pink silk robe but now had a modest blouse on and mom jeans pulled up to her belly button and black slip-on flats on her feet. Her long hair looked like it had been curled with a curling iron to give the bleached blonde hair more bounce.
“Oh this song takes me back!” She exclaimed as she side-stepped over to him, rolling her arms like she was disco dancing. “I used to love when this song came on at the rollerdrome! My friends and I would all dance to it on our rollerskates….” She reminisced as she grabbed Justin by the hand.
“You danced on rollerskates!?” Justin asked baffled that that was a thing.
Abbie smiled causing the smile lines on her face to crinkle. “Oh yes! My friends and I were quite good at it! We’d drive all the guys wild… I'd take you down to the driveway and show you right now if I wasn’t afraid I'd fall and break a hip, skating at my age.” She chuckled.
She motioned for Justin to follow her lead as she rolled her arms again in front of her doing some disco steps. Justin awkwardly followed her lead. It reminded him of last summer when Abbie taught him how to do the floss.
Abbie grinned at him as they danced. “Oh it’s so much fun having a young man by my side! I haven’t dated an 18-year-old since Gary Tuttle my senior year of high school! He took me to see Grease at the local drive-through and we spent the whole time necking in the front seat of his Road Runner!” She said with a giggle.
“Nobody calls it ‘necking’ anymore…” Justin said not wanting to think of Abbie with some fucking old dude from the 70s.
“Good to know! ...Night Fever, Night Fe-ver, we know how to do it!” Abbie sang along as they danced.
“Uh… do you still know how to do the floss?” He asked wondering if any part of the 60-year old woman remembered her TRUE teenage self.
“The floss? What is that hun?” She asked curiously as she did her dance steps around the bedroom.
“It’s like-” Justin began to explain and then just demonstrated.
Abbie chuckled. “Oh! That thing all the young folks are doing! That looks fun.” She said as she began to attempt it.
Justin covered his eyes, but peaked through his fingers as Abbie attempted the dance, did it completely wrong - swaying her arms from side to side like she was doing an impression of a gorilla.
“Is that it? Am I doing it right?” She said laughing as her DOB changed to 05-12-58.
Justin just smiled and nodded, hoping it would get her to stop.
“Oh fun! You know, I think I saw that Bailey English girl doing that on one of those shows.” Abbie declared proudly, sounding like the baby boomer she now was.
“Bailey English?” Justin asked not knowing what she was talking about.
“You know - the girl, she’s always wearing such baggy clothes and the hair all those crazy colors?” Abbie explained.
“Oh god, you mean Billie Eilish?” Justin asked horrified by how out of touch his girlfriend now was.
“That’s what I said isn’t it? What kind of name is ‘Billy’ for a girl anyhow? Is it short for Wilhelma?” Abbie asked.
Justin slapped his forehead. “No, it’s just Billie.”
Abbie shrugged. “Oh well I don’t know… that’s what I keep a handsome young guy like you around for - to teach me about all this stuff my students talk about that’s way past my time!”
Justin took a deep breath. Clearly the hot trendy modern teen Abbie was nowhere inside this wrinkled flabby older body. It was like her youth was slipping further and further back into the past with each moment.
Abbie continued to dance happily until her hand shot quickly to her lower back.
“Ah my damn sciatica is acting up again. I think I’ve got to sit down.” She said as Justin helped her over to the edge of the bed.
They sat side by side as Abbie rubbed her lower back and Justin affectionately rubbed her sloping shoulders.
“Ah that feels better - I know what will get my mind off the soreness in my back - a little ‘necking’...” She said with a husky giggle and a wink.
She reached over with her pasty hands and chubby forearms and pulled Justin down into a kiss. As his lips met hers he noticed how much thinner they felt compared to a little while ago when she was 30 - even 20 years younger.
She slipped her tongue into his mouth as her DOB changed again, this time to 05-12-57. Her older hands were caressing his chest as she took a break from kissing and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I’m lucky to have a sweet young man like you to keep me company… other women my age, no kids, no husband, I bet they get so lonely.” She cooed softly as she rested against him.
He looked down at her as he hugged the 62-year-old woman close to him. He could see grey roots peeking out under her blonde. She clearly was dying it. He gently stroked her long hair.
She lifted up and put on her glasses, looking at herself in the vanity mirror across the room.
“You like my hair baby? I’m thinking I might just chop it all down. Long hair is so hard to manage.” She said miming cutting her hair down to chin length with her fingers.
“Nooo! Don’t do that!... I mean your hair looks really great! It makes you look so young - and, and, hot!” He says quickly.
Justin was thankful Abbie had gotten through her 40s and 50s without getting a frumpy soccer mom haircut and wasn’t about to lose the battle as he stuck around through her 60s.
“Oh okay! If YOU like it, sweety.” She says kissing him again.
She then lifted her hands and clenched them a few times as if they were bothering her. Justin could see her finger joints and muscles looked a bit swollen.
“Are you all right?” He asked taking her hand closest to him and giving it a massage.
Abbie smiled at him. “It’s nothing, just my arthritis acting up again.”
‘God, like every second she gets a new thing now!’ Justin thought as he looked over at the top of her vanity and noticed that the bottles of vitamins and medications had grown over the past few minutes.
Abbie rubbed her hand on Justin’s leg affectionately. “It’s just a little flare-up, nothing to fuss about.” She said with a smile.
“How did you get arthritis all of a sudden?” Justin asked now wanting to really know what was going on.
“Oh honey, it just crops up when you get to be my age. I’ve had arthritis in my fingers and wrists for a few years now… I blame computers… and arthritis in my toes from all that dancing I did when I was younger… and I think I'm starting to get it in my knees and shoulders.” She explained.
He reached over to rub her shoulders again, thinking she might like that. She did, rolling her shoulders back and letting out a deep sigh. “That feels like magic Justin…” She purred as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting her belly and breasts, encased in a support bra, loose.
As Justin continued the back massage, Abbie reached around to unclasp her bra allowing her big saggy breasts to spill out. Justin grinned and reached around to cup one again, fondling it in his hand as Abbie reached back over, eyes closed to kiss him passionately. Her DOB on her license changed to 05-12-56.
The former teenage sophomore’s desk was now littered with AARP literature and information about switching to Medicare. Justin literally felt the woman’s breast slipped down lower in his grasp as her boobs now rested completely on her gut and were beginning to flatten out.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek with was beginning to look more jowly and then down to her neck which was starting to loosen. He sucked on her neck for a few moments as she tittered with delightful coos.
Then suddenly the 63-year-old’s eyes widened.
“Oh my… oh, how embarrassing…” She said softly, pulling away from him.
“What?” Justin asked. He didn’t hear anything pop or strain.
“I - well, you were getting me all hot and bothered and in my excitement, I seem to have… wet myself a little.” She explained, her wrinkled cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment.
“Oh no way, seriously? Like you peed your pants?” Justin asked trying to stifle his giggles.
“Now, now, it’s completely natural that women sometimes- after menopause accidentally… squirt a bit involuntarily.” She said seriously.
He motioned that she had nothing to be embarrassed about. “Nah, you’re good boo. One time, my buddy Hector like dropped his controller right on his nuts while we were playing Fortnite and I laughed so hard I pissed myself.” He said to make her feel better.
She smirked at him, not knowing what half of what he just said meant. “I don’t think that’s quite the same… but in any case, let me just pop into the little girls room and change into some fresh panties and we can get back to that marvelous thing you were doing with my neck…”
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Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 15:16:49 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
Chapter 8 She stood up with a groan and shuffled to the bathroom as quickly as she could. Justin sat on her bed wondering what he should do. Abbie was getting pretty old now… it was kind of weird that he was still dating her… and he was getting kind of hungry. But when she came back in a few moments later in nothing but her blouse he shrugged and decided to see where things went.
Abbie’s wider ass was drooping out from below the back of her shirt. Her once smooth plump ass cheeks were now crinkling along the bottom where they slid into her dimpled thighs. He couldn’t see her vagina in the front but her legs looked paler and were marred by more purple veins.
She hurried over to her closet as her DOB changed again to 05-12-55. Her ass drooped another inch as she bent over with a moan. Her bedroom closet just this morning had been filled with brightly colored trendy youthful clothes but now as Justin looked it was filled with old-fashioned, modest-looking blouses in all muted colors and dowdy, ankle-length dresses or plaid unflattering pants. The floor of the closet had once been lined with a ton of shoes from ballet slippers to sneakers to a myriad of stylish flip flops and sandals. But now Abbie own a few pairs of loafers ranging in color from beige to black; a pair of crocs; a handful of pairs of flats one red pair that looked like the most exciting thing in the wardrobe and then a pair of worn-out jogging sneakers.
The cassette went on to the next song, ‘Waterloo’ by ABBA. Abbie bopped her head to the song as she rummaged through her closet.
“What was I looking for again?” She asked scratching her head. “Oh yes! My panties. Ha! Ugh! Senior moment!” The 64-year-old said sticking her tongue out.
She stood up and bopped over to her dresser to the music. She turned to Justin on the bed, reaching around to cover her bare ass with her hand.
“No peeking you naughty boy!” She said with a wink.
Abbie pulled the top drawer out and grabbed a pair of sexy-looking silk panties that looked a bit big. Like teenage Abbie would have been able to use those as like a tank-top, Justin thought. The older Abbie, however, grunted as she slipped them up her legs, over her plumper thighs and snuggly over her wider ass.
“There, that’s better…” She cooed turning around and flashing Justin a sexy pose like a model in a catalogue.
Justin couldn’t help but get a little stiff, even for an old woman Abbie was pretty hot and loved the idea of a girl prancing around in nothing but a shirt and panties.
As she walked back to the bed her DOB shifted to 05-12-54 and her height ticked down to 5’3”. Justin watched in amazement as he witnessed his girlfriend shrink an inch as she crossed the room.
“What?” She asked him as she sat back down on the bed next to him.
“You shrunk.” He stated.
She chuckled. “Well you’ve grown quite a bit over the years are you sure it’s not that you’re taller?” She asked him with a raised eyebrow.
Before he could answer she shrugged. “Yeah, unfortunately, I may have shrunk a little… bone density loss in seniors and all that nonsense. I was always envious of my sister and her height - she always had that tall thin model's physique… but even she’s losing a bit of ground. It happens after a certain age…” She explained.
“Woah, that’s crazy.” Justin observed.
“Yes well, that’s why I keep a strapping young man around the house - you can help me reach things in those pesky top shelves!” She said with a giggle leaning over to kiss him again.
He wrapped his hands around her softer waist and flopped down onto the bed kissing and caressing one another again. Abbie’s DOB became 05-12-53 as pictures from her retirement party decorated the mirror of her vanity and an ornamental pen sat in a display case on her desk thanking her for her 10+ years of teaching at the university.
“You know, I was a little nervous about you attending Mt. Rose while I was still teaching there. People like to gossip and it certainly would have given them something juicy to discover that a 66-year-old professor was in a sexual relationship with one of the incoming freshmen, whom she’s known since he was a babe…” She explained in a throatier sounding voice.
Justin smirked. “Yeah it does sound pretty weird when you put it like that - couldn’t we just tell people that you’re really only 16 and we went to high school together and like some weird shit happened to make you way older?” He asked.
Abbie burst out laughing. “We could - but who would believe us? My what an amazing story! You should really write that down!” She said still chuckling to herself.
“But like are you still worried about it?” He asked.
“Oh no, it doesn’t matter now that I’ve retired. We can live our lives - you can have fun with all those pretty college girls your own age and come and visit me on weekends or on your school breaks and we can have our own fun… in private, as it should be.” She smiled at him, making her cheek wrinkles deepen.
“Huh, cool I guess…” He said reaching around to squeeze her flabby old booty. “Do you… ever wish we were the same age?” He asked her as she caressed his chest and kissed his neck.
She stopped for a minute to think about it. “Oh hun, I’m content with things just the way they are…. I don’t need you to be any older. Men my age are such a bore anyhow!” She said with a chuckle.
“No I didn’t mean if we were both old - I meant if we were both teenagers.” He said leaning down to suck on her saggy chest. She arched her head back and moaned before giggling.
“Oh well, that’s a different story! What gal wouldn’t want to be young again and regain all her tight skin and perky… assets…” She said with a giggle and then paused for a moment. “You know, I had a dream like that last night! I was a teenager and we were dating… and I was sad you were going off to college… but it wasn’t the early 70s like it should have been… it was now. What a strange thing…” She mumbled trying to remember more details.
Justin grinned at hearing this and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Abbie’s DOB changed again to 05-12-52 and as Justin ran his fingers through her long thinning hair it turned completely gray. He pulled back to see the 67-year-old woman in his arms. She was over half a century older than she should be - but under the gray hair and wrinkles was his awesome young girlfriend Abbie.
She cuddled up to him, pressing her half-naked body against his and resting her gray head on his chest.
“What’s with all the talk about us being the same age though? Are you beginning to feel self-conscious about our age difference?” She asked him.
“No, no, it’s cool. I don’t mind… I just thought you might want to be young again. You know, have more energy, not so many aches and pains.” He explained.
“That would be nice - speaking of that, this position is really not good for my hip…” She said as she sat up and finished unbuttoning her shirt and tossing it off, then gently rolled on top of him so that her whole mostly naked body was resting on top of his.
She folded her hand across his chest and rested her soft chin onto it, gazing into his eyes with her own tired ones. Her DOB ticked up to 05-12-51 and Justin felt her body literally sag a bit more on top of him.
“Maybe if time travel was a thing - you could go back in time to when I was your age and we could hang out… I was a real flower child back in those days…” She said serenely as her eyes became heavy and she started to nod off on his chest.
Justin reached over to pick up his phone, careful not to wake her. He turned it on to see the image on it was a yellowed photograph of a teenage Abbie sitting Indian style in the back of a VW bus. She was barefoot in bell-bottom jeans and a flowy multi-colored paisley top, she was clearly not wearing a bra underneath as Justin could make out her perky nipples poking out through the flimsy fabric. A crown of flowers adorned her long blonde hair as she smiled and gave a peace sign with her hand for the camera.
“Mmm that was taken during the summer of love…” The 68-year old croaked as she slowly woke up and peered bleary-eyed at his phone.
The sound of a record scratch brought Justin’s attention to the far corner of the room. Much of Abbie’s furniture changed to natural wood coloring and her dresser was no different. It looked like something she had had kicking around up here for a good 40-odd years and resting next to it on a small table was now a record player that was playing ‘Mama Told Me (Not to Come)’ by Three Dog Night.
“Oh this song takes me back!” Abbie said warmly as she lifted herself off Justin and got up from the bed.
The gray-haired topless woman stood smiling with a twinkle in her eye, a far cry from the slender young hippie chick Justin had just seen on his phone. She held out a veiny hand to him.
“Let’s dance!” She exclaimed as the young man, 50 years her junior, jumped up off the bed and took her hand.
The dancing was a bit slow and mostly consisted of the two of them moving their arms and shoulders to the beat of the music. Justin took her hand and spun the former hippie a few times moving his head from side-to-side like he had seen in movies set in the 60s… or were those the 70s? He had no idea.
Abbie was laughing and boogying to her old hippie jam, seemingly enjoying herself. Her saggy breasts swayed as she moved and her wrinkly belly rippled. Justin pulled her close to him and then swung her back out while holding her arm. Abbie began to bring her hips into the dancing and that’s when she cringed and doubled over, her hand seizing her waist in pain.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Justin asked moving to physically support her and help her back upright.
“Oh it’s my darn hip again! I think I need to get back into the bed…” She groaned.
Justin helped her back into the bed and under the blanket.
“Thanks, dear. Would you be so kind as to get the heating pad for me? It’s in the closet.” She asked him.
Justin nodded and rushed over to get the heating pad for her. As he did so her DOB changed again to 05-12-50 and when he turned around they were no longer alone in the room.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 15:25:08 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
Chapter 9 Standing next to Abbie, who was still lying in the bed, now dressed in a robe, was a woman in her late 30s/early 40s and a tween girl dressed in a soccer uniform.
The woman was dressed in jeans and a tank top. She had various tattoos on her arms and sunglasses rest on the top of her head. Her short blonde hair was in a stylish bob and her tips were dyed magenta. She seemed like the coolest mom at the PTA meeting.
“How are you holding up Auntie?” The woman asked Abbie.
Abbie smiled from the bed, her wrinkled face looking very tired.
“Oh Chloe, you know, resting up for my Dancing With the Stars audition…” She joked in a raspy voice with a wink.
“Well I’m glad the hip replacement didn’t also get rid of your sense of humor.” Chloe smirked.
The freckle-faced girl stepped forward to Abbie. She had to be only maybe 3 or 4 years younger than Abbie’s real age but now Abbie looked ancient next to this fresh-faced middle-school girl.
“And how’d you do at your game today sweety?” The old woman asked with a smile.
“We won! I scored two goals!” The girl reported proudly.
Abbie clapped her wrinkled hands. “Oh that’s amazing. I’m so proud! I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to see it.” She said with a sympathetic smile.
“It’s okay Auntie Abigail. I have 5 more games this season so when you’re all better from your surgery you can come and see me then!” The girl suggested with a bright smile.
Abbie grinned at her, ruffling her silky blonde hair. “I wouldn’t miss them for the world.”
“Well, we just wanted to pop by and see how you were doing, we’ll get out of your hair and let you get some rest.” Chloe said putting her hand on her daughter’s shoulder.
“It was positively the highlight of my day.” Abbie said as the three of them leaned in together for a hug.
“I’ll bring mom by sometime this week.” Chloe said as she pulled up from the hug.
“Oh that would be wonderful. Tell Liv that I mailed her some coupons for vitamin supplements. The ones I sent are supposed to ease arthritis pain and help increase her appetite.” Abbie explained reaching over to put on her glasses and look at something she printed from off the internet.
“I can just give her some of my weed stash for that.” Chloe replied with a snicker.
“Oh you! My sister and I did our fair share of that stuff back in our day. No these vitamin supplements are very good - you should check them out for yourself!” She said handing Chloe the unfolded paper.
Chloe glanced at them and gave Abbie a smile to humor her. “Will do! Okay kiddo, say g’bye to Auntie Abigail. It’s time to head out.” She said to her daughter.
“Bye Auntie. Good luck with your new hip!” The girl said giving her great-aunt another big hug.
Abbie kissed the girl's cheek. “So long, Becca, my dear. I’ll see you soon.”
The mother and daughter turned to leave and bumped into Justin who was standing gawking at the whole scene.
“Justin?” Chloe asked smirking at the lanky 18-year-old standing there with his mouth agape holding a heating pad.
“Uh hey… Chloe.” He replied, realizing this was Liv’s daughter Chloe and granddaughter Becca from context clues.
“Look at you! You’ve gotten so tall!” Chloe said pulling him into a hug.
“Uh thanks?” Justin said not sure what to do or say.
“Becca, you remember Justin? Auntie Abigail’s neighbor's son?” Chloe asked.
The girl nodded and waved. “Hi.”
“Hey.” Justin waived back at the girl he’d just seen a baby picture of a few minutes ago.
“Justin… you’re like a grown man now! Do you remember when I used to babysit you….?” Chloe asked in a tone that was clear that she was trying to embarrass him a little.
“Uh not really…” He said honestly.
“Awww how could you forget? We had so much fun together! You were just a little boy and I would take you around everywhere when I was living here after college… I remember I took you to the mall and you told everyone that I was your first girlfriend. God, you must have been about 5 at the time. You were so cute!!!” The 30-something-year-old woman said to him as she pinched his cheek.
“Oh uh… wow.” He said again, not sure what to do with this information. He really wanted to point out that the last time he had seen a picture of Becca it was when she was 20-years younger and the same age as him and the time before that was when she had been born. But refrained, figuring that would make things even more awkward than they were now. So instead he said. “Well… it’s cool to see you!”
“Awww there’s the boy I remember!” Chloe said happily hugging him again. “You’ll have to catch me up with everything going on with you - god, you must be dating now. I bet you have a smoking hot little girlfriend now huh?” She teased slapping him on the arm playfully.
“Uh yeah…” He said thinking: ‘She’s a gray-haired 69-year-old woman who’s evidently recovering from hip replacement surgery… oh and she’s also your mom’s younger sister!’
Chloe smiled. “Well, I want to hear all about her next time I’m over! Pictures! Bring lots of pictures!” She said as she and her daughter walked out the door.
Once he heard them walk down the stairs he turned to see Abbie chuckling from the bed.
“Are they gone?” She asked with a grin.
Justin heard the front door jingle and slam. He turned back to Abbie and nodded.
“Good, that means you can crawl back into bed handsome and warm these old bones.” She chirped as seductively as she could muster.
Justin was hesitant since she was clearly recovering at home from surgery.
Abbie waved him over. “It’s okay dear. Just be gentle and watch the hip…” She said with a wink.
Justin obliged, taking off his shirt and sliding in under the covers with her. Abbie’s DOB on her license changed again to 05-12-49. The 70-year old woman turned to curl up next to him.
“Ooo watch it, babe.” Justin cautioned concerned about his older girlfriend messing up her recovery.
“Watch what sweety?” She asked resting her gray head on his chest.
“Your hip.” He reminded her, hoping she wasn’t getting memory problems now.
Abbie gave a horse chuckle. “My hip?” She asked in surprise and pulled the covers off of the two of them.
The old woman was dressed in a pink t-shirt and white cotton granny panties. Justin couldn’t help but notice that she had lost a lot of weight. Her bare legs were looking pale, wrinkled and quite bony. Her shirt too looked to be swimming on her and he could see the indents of her ribcage from the hemline. Her breasts hung lower and were pushing up the shirt about midway down her stomach.
Abbie balled her bony hand into a fist and wrapped on her hip like a door. “No need to worry about my hip! It’s solid titanium! This is probably the most durable I’ve been in years!” She cackled lifting her leg and rotating it around in the air.
“Oh… well that’s dope.” He said happy to hear that.
She chuckled and booped him on the nose. “You’re ‘dope’!” She said sounding like she had never heard that term before. “Kids don’t say ‘cool’ anymore? I remember when my niece was your age everything was ‘cool’...” She rattled with a smile.
“Uh no we still say cool too.” He said shrugging remembering Abbie getting really embarrassed about her mom teasing her about using slang words, now she was old enough to be her mom’s mom.
“The things you learn when you hang around a teenager. Heh. You keep me hip and i’m not just talking about my titanium joint!” She said with a laugh as she reached up to put a clammy hand on his cheek and bring him into a kiss.
Her DOB changed again to 05-12-48 as the continued to make-out for a few minutes in the bed. Suddenly the old woman grimaced and clenched her chest, grunting in pain.
“Oh my god are you having a heart attack!?” Justin exclaimed pulling out his phone to call 9-1-1.
Abbie shook her head. “No, no. I’m fine it’s just a bout of chest pain. It happens from time to time.”
“Are you sure? It could be a stroke or something.” Justin said quickly in a panic.
“No no no, it’s nothing like that. Don’t worry dear… I don’t like to brag by my mother never had any heart problems in her life and my sister and I are both in our 70s and have never had a stroke or heart attacks.” She said adding. “Knock on wood.” As she reached over to hit her bedside table with her knobby knuckles.
Justin took a deep breath, relieved that she wasn’t in immediate danger, but though it was one thing to be proud of the fact that two women in their 70s were maintaining good heart health; When he considered that those two women were supposed to be 16 and 19-year-old girls, the idea of bragging that they had never had any heart attacks or strokes was absurd. How much older were they going to get? Justin was finding this crazy experience kind of cool and interesting. It was weird in a fun way to hook up with Abbie as she grew older and older, but he didn’t want her or her sister to die! He began concentrating his thoughts on making Abbie young again.
“The doctor told me that I have acute angina.” Abbie explained reaching over to take a pill and a sip of water.
Justin opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at what she just said.
Off of his look Abbie smirked and gently slapped his arm. “ANgina - AN - with an ‘A’, get your mind out of the gutter.” She said with a chuckle and then flashed him a grin. “Though I wouldn’t mind if you said that you thought the ‘other thing’ was cute…” She purred.
“Uh totally… I mean, what’s angina?” He asked her.
“It’s just a pain in my chest and shoulder. I just need to take this medication… and cut salty foods out of my diet.” She explained.
She takes another sip of water and gives a sigh of relief. “Ah, see I feel better already.” She says as her DOB ticks up to 05-12-47. The record player crackles and spins as a new track begins to play.
“Ah the Beach Boys…” Abbie swoons in the bed with a smile as ‘Good Vibrations’ plays.
“Oh I think I know these guys they do that song that’s like ‘Hey hey we’re the Monkeys’ right?” Justin asks.
Abbie holds out her hand for him to help her up. She climbs out of bed slowly, standing in a long shirt and panties. “No dear, that’s the Monkeys. This is the Beach Boys. They were my favorite band when I was your age.” She explained as she put her hands on his waist and danced with him.
“Mmmm they don’t make bands like this anymore… I used to imagine all of their songs were written about me.” She cooed as she closed her eyes and swayed with Justin.
“Well… you kind of like that band Greta Van Fleet. They kind of have that oldies vibe.” He pointed out thinking about a modern band that Abbie was into when she was a teen.
“Who? Oh it doesn’t matter. This song reminds me of how all the boys used to call me sunbeam. ‘Pretty little sunbeam’ they’d say.” She said smiling at the memory.
“They called you ‘sunbeam’?” Justin asked thinking that it sounded similar to the ‘Sunflower’ nickname he had given her, after the Post Malone song he liked.
Abbie nodded with a grin. “Oh yes… you’re probably too young to remember because i’ve been gray for so long but I used to have the most radiant long blonde hair.” She explained.
“No I totally remember.” Justin said playing with a lock of her thinning gray hair and wishing it would go back to its original blonde.
She smiled at him as he played with her hair and they swayed together in the bedroom. “Oh all my friends said I was absolutely crazy to get involved with a younger man… an 18-year-old boy no less! I mean, heck, I'm four times your age! I was a middle-aged woman before you were born! But something about being here, being close to you just makes me feel so alive! Like I’m a silly teenage girl again.” She says with a chuckle.
He looks down at her wrinkled face. “You are! You’re only 16 years old!” He says hoping she’ll remember.
She just grins and reaches up on her tip-toes to kiss him. “I feel it!” She chirps happily as her DOB changed again to 05-12-46.
When she sets her feet back down on the floor again she grimaces and walks over to the bed, sitting on it and bringing her legs and feet up. Tucking her knees up she examines her feet. Justin also looks to see Abbie’s once cute soft feet have gotten quite bony and veiny.
“Ah damn all the heels I've worn over the years. They’ve really done a number on me. The doctor told me I have collapsed arches and I’m going to have to wear special orthopedic shoes when I’m going to be out walking around a lot.” She explains as she points out how the arch of her foot was completely flat now and the padding of her foot seemed to be completely gone.
Justin looked down to see a pair of clunky white orthopedic sneakers on the floor by the bed. “Damn, that sucks.”
“Yeah it’s hell getting old.” She said with a smirk and then looked at him with a twinkle in her crinkled eyes. “You know what else the doctor said would help? A good foot rub…”
Justin shrugged and nodded, taking her thin old feet into his hands and rubbing her clammy old soles as Abbie laid back and softly moaned in euphoria. Abbie would always ask Justin to give her a foot massage after they walked home from school and it had been the first and for a little while at least, only real acts of intimacy the two teens shared. Now it felt kind of surreal doing the same thing to Abbie when she was over half a century older.
The DOB on Abbie’s driver’s license changed again to 05-12-45 as Justin continued to massage her feet when his cell phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He reached down to get it. The screen said ‘Becca’ was calling but the picture on the screen wasn’t a 13-year-old girl like Justin had met a few minutes ago but rather a beautiful teenage girl around his age dressed in a bikini. Justin stared at his phone for a few moments wondering if he should answer it or not.
Abbie just smiled at him serenely. “Is that little Becca Eve?” She asked.
“Uh yeah… she’s not little anymore though.” Justin said surprised.
“Oh no she’s not. Miss varsity basketball captain. I’m so proud of her. You know, she’s getting a full sports scholarship to- Oh I should probably let you answer that. I don’t want you to end up in the dog house!” Abbie said with a laugh.
The call dropped and then Becca immediately called again. Justin swiped to answer it.
“Hello? Jay? You there?” A young woman’s voice asked.
“Uh sup?” Justin said holding the phone to his ear.
“Where are you? I’ve been trying to call you.” She said sounding a little annoyed.
“I’m uh…” Justin wasn’t sure how to explain.
“Are you with my great aunt?” She asked.
“Yeah - but we weren’t doing anything!” Justin said quickly and defensively.
The 74-year old woman with her feet in his lap stifled a giggle. There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.
“Uh yeah, ya dork. Of course you weren’t. She’s like in her 70s. Tell her I say ‘Hi’.” Becca says sounding like the mere idea of Justin and Abbie getting it on was absurd.
“She says hi.” Justin says to Abbie.
“Hi honey! Hope you’re having a marvelous day!” Abbie yells toward the phone.
“Anyway, the reason I'm calling is that Sarah, Colby and I were firming up plans for the prom. We’re thinking of all going in on a limo together and I said you’d pay for our portion. Is that cool?” Becca explained.
“Uh sure…” Justin replied. She had mentioned Sarah and Colby who were two of Abbie’s friends from Justin’s grade… did Becca just inherit all of Abbie’s high school friends now?
“If it’s not cool and you want to split it just tell me. I promise I won’t be mad, you just said that you’d pay for like the extra expenses and I just had to worry about my dress.” Becca said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“No, no, it’s totally fine. No sweat. I got you boo.” He replied trying to play things cool, he figured Becca might be old enough for a dance at the local Senior Center rather than a Senior Prom by the time he’d have to pay for this anyway at the rate things were going.
“Awesome. You’re the best… what are you doing tomorrow? I have practice in the morning by after that I can come over.” She said with the perky enthusiasm that reminded him of Abbie.
“Uh nothing, yeah that sounds good.” He replied.
“Sah-weet! Anyway, I’ve got to run but can you pass the phone to Auntie? I want to talk to her.” Becca tells him.
Justin passes his cell phone over to the elderly woman stretched out across him.
“Hi sweety! It’s so good to hear your voice!!” Abbie exclaims happily into the phone.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 15:36:48 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
Chapter 10
Justin sat on the bed in a stupor. What did that conversation even mean? He was going to prom with Liv’s granddaughter? Was Becca his girlfriend? She wasn’t super girlfriend-y on the phone but she sounded excited to hang out with him tomorrow. Were they just friends? Friends with benefits? He just saw a picture of her as a newborn baby. And if he was going out with Becca, was he hooking up with Abbie on the side? Was his girlfriend’s 70-something-year-old great aunt his side-piece? This was getting so weird.
“Okay hun. Take care, give my love to your mom!” Abbie said as she hung up the phone.
She passed the phone back to Justin as her DOB changed again to 05-12-44. Justin took the phone in his hand and looked at the background pic. It was a black and white photo of teenage Abbie rocking a Mary Tyler Moor bob haircut while wearing a blouse tied in a bow around her belly button, showing off her midriff and straight black pants and flats. For being from a completely different time period that Justin knew nothing about, and not even being in color, the teenage boy found this image of her to be incredibly sexy.
“Oh wow - that’s an old picture.” Abbie rattled from over his shoulder while moving to hug him from behind.
“It’s - you look hella hot in it.” He says honestly.
The old woman giggled and blushed. “Oh well, I was probably right around your age when that was taken. I think my friends had gotten together to have a listening party.” She explained.
“Listening party?” Justin asked.
“Oh we would all get together with some records and play our favorites and dance around drinking punch and having a good ol’ time.” She explained.
“Sounds dope…” Justin said frowning thinking that Abbie’s days of hanging out and partying with him and her friends were long past her now.
“Awww why so blue hun? You missing your gal pal Becca now that she’s away at college?” Abbie asked squeezing him into a hug.
“Damn.” Justin mumbled realizing that the girl he just hung up with was already older than him. Guess she wasn’t coming over to hang out tomorrow.
“You two were thick as thieves I remember. Absolutely inseparable. It completely understandable if you miss her darling.” Abbie said sympathetically.
“Yeah…” Justin agreed, thinking more about missing teenage Abbie than her niece who he barely knew.
“I know something that will take your mind off it.” She chirped as she pulled him into a kiss.
He turned and made-out with her passionately. She shimmied back on the bed, enjoying his kisses and the feeling of his strong hands on her old body.
They moved so that she was now laying on the bed and he was above her. Her DOB changed to 05-12-43 as Abbie became 60 years older than her original age.
He leaned down to kiss her thin pruned lips while the record moved on to the next track and began playing ‘The Loco-motion’ by Little Eva. Abbie smiled at him and began to sway her body underneath him to the music.
Justin wrapped his hand around her softer torso and slid his other to cup her floppy breast. “Let me know if this is uncomfortable or…” He said
She cupped his face with her veiny hands. “You’re fine dear. This feels nice.” She rattled as she brought him down for another series of tender kisses.
Justin presses his body against hers - her body is soft and loose feeling… ‘this feels kind of cool’ He thinks as he dry humps her. His stiff dick slides across her wrinkly thighs, her dangling labia tickle his shaft.
Justin leans down to suck on Abbie’s crinkling neck skin causing the 76-year-old woman to moan approvingly. She wrapped her saggy arms around him and held him against her as his penis the opening to her vagina.
“Ooo don’t forget the lubricant now honey…” She whispered in his ear.
“Oh! Right uh because you’re all dry down there now.” Justin said as he fumbled for the lube.
Abbie smirked at him and shook her head at his comment. “So handsome and so young…” She tittered with a chuckle.
Justin squirts it on his hand and quickly lubes up his stiff member then squirts some more on his fingers and lubes up Abbie’s hole. The old woman gasps slightly and lets out a soft moan of pleasure as she feels his fingers rub against her vaginal walls.
Justin wiped the rest of the lube on the bedsheets. The gray-haired woman looked over at what he was doing, still riding the high of sexual ecstasy and grimaced. “Oh no sweety! Don’t wipe it on the sheets. Now I'll have to throw these in the laundry when I'm done…” She scolded him.
“Oops. My bad.” Justin responded not knowing what the big deal was.
She sighed and shook her head smiling at him. “Oh it doesn’t matter. Time to get inside me, young man.” She whispered trying to sound sexy.
Justin nodded and inserted himself into her. It slipped in easily as Abbie shut her eyes and moaned. The couple kissed as Justin rocked back and forth into her slowly. She ran her withered hands across his muscular chest and he reached down, gripping her flabby wrinkled midsection gently as they gyrated to the music.
This time was lasting a while. From the sounds of Abbie’s soft moans and grunts she was enjoying it and Justin was too but he was getting a little in his head about having sex now with an elderly lady… even if that lady was really his teenage girlfriend. He looked down at her wrinkled body and there were just so many sags and wrinkles, her pale breasts oozed out under him flopping to either side of her chest and her once-pretty face was marred by deep crevices and folds. He closed his eyes and attempted to pretend she was young and beautiful again.
He imagined her skin tightened and silky and her breasts perky and poking up under his chest, her legs long and toned and her hair a radiant golden color falling around her beautiful face with smooth blushing cheeks and plump pouty lips - you know, how she had looked when he came over earlier that day. It worked for a moment, his dick stiffened some more and Abbie got a jolt of pleasure. However, he wasn’t able to get much traction from it on account of her looser hole.
“What’s the matter dear?” Abbie asked noticing his struggles.
Her DOB ticked up again to 05-12-42. Justin watched as new lines appeared on her face and her old lines deepened. He could feel her shrivel a bit beneath him as well as her fat and muscle continued to erode from her body.
“It’s just um…” He didn’t know how to explain it without being a dick.
She raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Not as tight as the girls you’re used to… I know hun, I feel it too. I used to be so tight down there when I was younger… I haven’t even had any kids to stretch it out. I don’t know what happened ...” She said sounding a bit forlorn.
Justin reached down to stroke his hand against her wrinkled cheek. “Nah boo, you’re good! You’re good! I uh just need to like find the sweet spot…” He said as he gyrated his hips, swiveling his dick inside her causing her to shiver and smile.
“Here… I think I know a trick that will help. I just hope I can still pull it off at my age…” She said with a hopeful smile and then directed him: “Here help me tuck my legs up.”
Justin reached around and felt Abbie’s soft droopy ass cheeks. They felt like melted dough in his hands.
“Not my rump you silly boy! My legs.” Abbie said with a chuckle feeling him squeeze her rear.
Justin gave an embarrassed look and nodded reaching down to her wrinkly thigh and slowly rotating her legs up. Abbie winced in discomfort as she was no longer very flexible and her legs hadn’t been up in the air like this in years.
Abbie reached up with bony arms and loose bingo-wing arm skin to wrap her hands around her thighs bringing her legs close to her saggy chest. She rested her flat feet on Justin’s toned biceps.
The teenager looked down at his girlfriend's thin veiny feet as her soles pressed against his chest. They looked older than they even had a few moments ago when he was rubbing them. The nails had become thick, yellowed and warped. Looking like stained oyster shells on her knobby arthritic toes.
Abbie curled her toes in embarrassment at the shock on Justin’s face at the sight of them.
“Oh my… I need to get my nails painted again… it’s such a hassle to get down to the salon nowadays but those toes look dreadful. I’m sorry dear.” She remarked.
Justin smiled at her. “Don’t be sorry. You’re beautiful… and I remember when your feet were slammin’ girl. I can paint your nails for you anytime you want.”
Abbie blushes and giggles like a girl decades younger than she appeared to be. “Oh Justin! That’s so sweet!” She said and then let out a big moan of joy as Justin playfully took her foot in his hand and brought her gnarled big toe into his mouth to suck on it.
The 77-year-old tilted her head back and cried out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure shot up from her toes. Justin was feeling it too, even though sucking on Abbie’s crooked wrinkled toes wasn’t as enjoyable as it had been when her toes were cute and young, she was right about this position being more satisfying. Her hole felt tight again and was squeezing Justin’s dick in an invigorating way as he pumped into her.
Abbie’s body began to shudder as the old woman opened her eyes. “My god… I'm climaxing!” She whispered in surprise as she spasmed and moaned loudly.
“Fuck! yes!…” Justin moaned as he too came into her.
When the old woman and the high school senior were done they laid there panting for a while.
“Hunny… I need to put my legs down… I can’t keep them in this position for very long.” Abbie croaked.
Justin nodded moving and helping the naked elderly woman stretch her pale veiny legs back out on the bed. He then flopped next to her, wrapping his arms around her sagging chest as she reached up to play with his hair. When he closed his eyes he imagined she was a teenager again and they had just done it in his dorm for the first time.
As they laid there basking in the euphoria of after-sex Abbie’s DOB changed again. Her license now read 05-12-41 and her height became 5’2”.
Once Abbie finally caught her breath she sat up on the bed. “Well dear, that was wonderful but I better go get cleaned up.”
Justin watched as she swung her legs off the edge of the bed and grabbed her panties that were tangled in the blankets. She put them on slowly and with great effort before reaching out and grabbing a cane that was now suddenly resting against her bedside table and used it to stand up.
“Woah - where’d that cane come from?” Justin asked.
“Oh i’ve had this for a bit now… I'm getting a bit shaky on my feet. I think all the dancing and contorting I did in my younger years has started to catch up with me.” She said with a look of regret.
“Shit…” Justin mumbled, hoping that the awesome sex they had just had didn’t like cripple his old girlfriend.
“In any case… I'm going to go freshen up.” She said as she hobbled toward the bathroom.
Justin took the opportunity to put his pants and underwear back on. He sat on the bed looking around. Abbie’s room looked really dusty and covered in old stuff now. The vanity had been overtaken with vitamins and medications with not much make-up or beauty products on it anymore. He looked at the table on the other side of the bed and snorted at the sight of a corded phone resting on it.
He lifted his hand up in front of his face and watched his great-granddads ring spin on his finger. ‘Super trippy’ he thought. ‘How's it doing that?’ He tried to take it off but it didn’t seem to budge and gave him a bit of an electrostatic shock when he tried.
“Damn…” He whispered. He figured he’d have to take a bar of soap to it or something when he got home. He opened his phone and looked down at the image on his background. It was a black and white photo of a teenage Abbie dressed in a poodle skirt and sweater with rolled ankle-length socks, Mary Jane shoes and a big bow tied around her pony-tail. She looked like something out of that movie his mom liked so much - the one with John Travolta where they’re all wearing leather jackets and singing.
Justin considered texting Becca ‘Sup?’ to see what would happen, but he decided against it. She was probably married by now or some shit. Abbie came back into the room wearing a pink bathrobe that looked like it had gotten a lot of use over the years. Her grey hair was pulled back into a ponytail reminding him of how she had it in the picture he had just seen. The DOB on Abbie’s license now read 05-12-40.
“You should put a ribbon in your hair.” He suggested.
She looked at him a bit startled. “Oh Justin! I… yes a ribbon would look nice, wouldn’t it?” She said not knowing that he was referencing an old photo.
“It would look smoking hot.” He said playfully.
Abbie giggled and blushed, flustered by his comment. “Oh Justin…”
She straightened herself up, still grasping her cane. She sighed as if she didn’t want to kid herself and then changed the subject.
“Dear… since you’re here would you mind doing an old woman a favor?” She asked.
“Anything for you Abbie.” He said with a smile.
The old woman grinned and looked flustered again. “Oh my, nobody's called me Abbie in years…”
Justin tilted his head confused. Everyone called her Abbie. “Uh oh sorry… Abigail?” He offered. He sure as hell wasn’t calling his girlfriend Miss Pendleton like she was his school teacher or something.
She chuckled. “No it’s alright dear. You can call me Abbie… it makes me sound like not such an old woman.” She said with a smile.
“Totally…. Um you wanted me to help with something?” He asked getting up and walking over to her. He figured maybe she wanted him to give her a massage or paint her nails or something.
“Would you change the lightbulb in the ceiling lamp?” She asked him pointing a finger above them.
“Oh uh sure.” He said not expecting that.
“There are some good bulbs in that drawer over there.” She said gesturing to the desk.
Abbie clomped back to her bed and eased herself down with a sigh as Justin grabbed a spare bulb and a wooden chair and proceeded to change the light.
“Careful dear… I don’t want you to fall and break your neck!” She rattled watching him with tired eyes.
“Nah it’s no sweat. I got this.” He insisted as he climbed down and turned on the light to check that it worked.
“Oh thank you Justin. That light’s been out for ages, I was just waiting for a tall, capable young person to come by and fix it for me.” She said with a smile.
He put the chair back and moved to sit next to her. She seemed startled by him sitting there but also seemed happy to have him sit so close.
“Anything for you Abbie.” He said smiling back at her.
She patted his knee with her bony hand. “You’re a good boy. Your mother would be proud.”
Justin smirked. “Uh thanks… so… is there anything else you want me to do….?” He suggested.
She gave him a curious look. “Like what?”
“Like… what we normally do when I come over to hang out….?” He asked leaning closer to her.
“Would you like to play another round of backgammon?” She asked him innocently.
“Is that like… innuendo…?” He asked slipping his hand around her waist.
The old woman stood stiff, not knowing what had gotten over the neighbor boy who was suddenly being very familiar with her.
“Dear… are you high on drugs?” She asked him seriously concerned.
He pulled away and looked at her. “You seriously don’t remember?”
“Remember what? My memory isn’t as sharp as it once was but you’ve got me quite turned around dearie.” She said honestly.
Justin took a breath thinking about how to approach this. “Okay so like…. What if we were going out?”
Abbie raised a gray eyebrow. “Going out where?” She asked taking a sip of water from her bedside table.
Justin furrowed his brow in frustration. “Like… what if… I was your boyfriend.”
Abbie spit the water out in surprise.
“My boyfriend!? Hun, I'm too old for boyfriends… nevermind one that hasn’t graduated from high school yet.” She said bluntly.
“But what if you were! What if I told you that when I came over today you were a teenager like me and we were like fooling around in your room - you had just shown me the dance you were planning on using at try-outs in school and like now here we are.” He said getting it off his chest.
Abbie scrunched her wrinkled face in concern and then burst out into a fit of laughter. “Oh hun.... What a silly thought!... Nice, but silly. Are you sure you’re not high? I won’t be upset.”
“No i’m not… I'm… listen, I love you - any age you are but it’s just getting so crazy…” He tries to explain.
Abbie looks at him seriously, taking this not as an admission of what was really happening to her but rather as an admission of an 18-year-old man that he has embarrassing sexual feelings for a woman over 60 years his senior.
She put a shaking hand on his cheek. “Oh it’s all right dear… it’s - there’s nothing wrong with how you’re feeling.” She said gently.
“Really? Because this all feels totes insane.” He said getting a little emotional.
Abbie thought maybe he had seen the movie Harold and Maude and got this crazy idea in his head about the two of them. She hugged the young man.
“It’s flattering really. I mean, I'm old enough to be your grandma! I’ve known your family since your mother was your age. She and my niece used to get into all sorts of trouble when they were teenagers…” She said holding his head on her old shoulder.
“My mom and Chloe…?” He asked with wide-eyed concern.
“Yes… but we’re getting side-tracked. The truth is… I enjoy your company quite a bit. I didn’t want to say this, for fear of making you uncomfortable but you remind me so much of my first boyfriend… he died in Vietnam. I think that’s one of the reasons I never really found another man or had children of my own. There was always a candle in my heart for James… It’s almost unnerving how you’re the spitting image of him.” She said wistfully.
Justin thought - J name, first boyfriend, looks like me - maybe Abbie’s memories were creating a version of him in her past the way his phone kept updating with older and older pictures of her!
“So does this mean we can be boyfriend and girlfriend?” He asked her.
She put both hands on his face and gave him a sympathetic laugh. “Oh hunny, you need to find a girl your own age. You can’t get tied down by a dusty old relic like me. Look at me! I’m a gray-haired crone that can barely walk on her own!”
“But-” He began to protest.
The old woman looked at him with a twinkle in his eye. “But that doesn’t mean that we can’t keep each other company until you find that special girl… what’s that thing the kids say - ‘friends with benefits’?” She explained with a giggle.
Justin grinned and leaned over and kissed her. Abbie’s eyes went wide but then kissed him back. She gasped when they pulled away.
“Oh this is very exciting. I haven’t felt this flustered in 5 decades! You’ve got to watch it with that kind of passion or you’ll give me a heart attack dear.” She explained catching her breath.
“Oh sorry.” He replied not wanting to do anything that would be bad for her.
She grinned at him. “Here… I know something you might like that’s also my speed… you can call it a thank you for your handiwork today.” She said with a chuckle and a wink.
Justin watched as the old woman unbuttoned his pants. He helped her slide them down along with his boxer briefs. His member was only semi-erect but quickly became fully stiff as Abbie wrapped a liver-spotted hand around it. Her hand was very shaky as she worked it up and down his shaft slowly.
“I hope this is nice for you. I’m afraid my tremors get in the way of keeping a steady hand while I do this.” She apologized as she picked up a little speed with her strokes.
“Nah it feels amazing. Like the vibration is really dope.” He said leaning back and closing his eyes.
Abbie’s DOB changed to 05-12-39 as she entered her 80s and the record player began to play the Everly Brothers ‘All I Have to Do Is Dream’.
“Dream, dream, dream, when I want you… in my arms…” The old woman sang along to the song peacefully as she continued her handjob. “This song was likely playing the first time I ever did something like this - back when I was around your age.” She said serenely enjoying the moment.
It wasn’t long after that that Justin blew his load again. Abbie reached over to grab some tissues to clean herself and him up. Justin wiped off and pulled his underwear and pants back up as Abbie squirted some hand sanitizer onto her palms.
“Would you fetch me my arthritis pills dearie?” She asked him with a smile.
Justin grabbed them from the vanity and handed them to the old woman who looked very happy.
She took one and then a glass of water. “Well, this has been quite a day! First I get news that my great-niece is having a baby and now this.” She says with a chuckle.
“Becca’s having a baby?” Justin asked, though he didn’t know why he kept getting surprised by these things.
“That’s right! My niece is going to be a grandmother and she’s not too happy about it.” Abbie said with a smirk.
“Yeah, I don’t see Chloe being the kind of girl that looks forward to being called granny.” Justin said honestly.
“No, she is not. My sister was the same way, though I think she’s much more excited this time around to be a great-grandma. Chloe, on the other hand… just has to face the facts that we all get old eventually…” Abbie explained as her DOB changed to 05-12-38.
“Some faster than others…” Justin mumbled as he watched Abbie’s shoulders slope and her back begin to hunch.
“What’s that?” She asked holding her hand to her ear.
“Nothing, I said you’re right.” He responded.
“Oh okay. You shouldn’t mumble so much dear. It is polite to enunciate your words. Would you do me a favor and help me up? We can head down to the kitchen and I’ll make you a nice snack. Put some meat on those bones.” She said with a chuckle as she playfully tapped his arm with her hand.
He took Abbie by her arm and back and stood her up off the bed. She was beginning to look a bit frail with her back hunched forward. She grabbed her cane with one hand and his arm with the other and they slowly made their way out of the bedroom. As they left the DOB on her license changed again to 05-12-37.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 15:44:25 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
Chapter 11
When they reached the bottom of the steps there was a metal walker waiting for Abbie. She grasped it by the handles, the feet of it were encased in hollowed out tennis balls to keep it from scraping up the nice wood floor. She clomped along with it toward the kitchen.
Abbie’s hair was beginning to whiten as she reached the refrigerator. Justin was used to the kitchen being pristine - the way that Abbie’s mom kept it. But now it looked a little musty and unkempt, like Abbie didn’t have a lot of energy to keep it clean. She opened the refrigerator with a bit of effort, her scrawny arms didn’t have the strength they once did and she looked inside.
“Mmmm I’m afraid I don’t have much because the grocery service hasn’t been by yet this week…. I could make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” She said in a chipper tone. Her voice was sounding a bit more high pitched again, but now had a bit of a warble to it.
“Yeah that’s cool. I like PB and J.” Justin said sitting at the counter.
Abbie began to gather the ingredients as her DOB changed again to 05-12-36. Justin looked around as things began to change again.
The house shrunk and rearranged itself with walls pushing inward and the ceiling lowering. Justin felt a bit claustrophobic as he found himself still sitting on a stool at the kitchen island but now that island was the divider between the small kitchen area and the living room of what looked like a very tiny apartment. Rather than the nice modern furniture that had adorned Abbie’s living room there was now a hideous looking pink floral print couch and a TV tray table where the cherry wood coffee table had been. Instead of the big screen TV there was one a small boxy looking TV tuned playing the Hallmark Channel in the background. The plants were all plastic and crochet and macrame decorations were adorning the walls with sayings like ‘Home is Where the Heart is’ and ‘Bless this Mess’.
Justin craned his head to look down the hall to his left and saw that it was just the bathroom and a bedroom down there. The whole place had the sickeningly sweet smell of an old person’s bathroom. He looked down at the counter in front of him to see some papers with ‘Glory Days Assisted Living Center’ on the letterhead.
Abbie was shuffling around in the tiny kitchen humming to herself while making Justin a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She was now dressed in a pink blouse tucked into a dowdy beige calf-length skirt that a librarian or church lady might wear and a pair of orthopedic loafers on her feet. A pair of wire-rim glasses hung from her nose attached to a beaded chain and a pearl necklace was hanging from her looser waddly neck. Her long grey and white hair was pinned up in the back of her head. She gripped the counter as she shuffled around the tight space, her walker stationed at the end of the counter.
“Uhhhh where’s the house?” Justin asked concerned that his girlfriend now appeared to be living in some kind of retirement center.
“The house?” Abbie asked with a smile.
“Your house. Where you live? On Sycamore Street!” He exclaimed.
“Oh the house! Oh yes, yes - didn’t I tell you? I let my grand-niece have it with her little daughter. It was too much work for me to keep up at my age. And she just got a job at the school there - it’s your school, isn’t it? For a little while longer at least.” Abbie explained putting the plate with the sandwich in front of him.
And that’s when Justin realized that he somehow knows this. He remembers hearing the announcement that Becca Pendleton would be the new health teacher and women’s basketball coach at his school. But how could he remember that when like an hour ago Becca wasn’t even born? How can that announcement have happened this week when Becca’s grandmother had only graduated from the school last year? How could Abbie be a resident at this old folks' home when she was just a high school sophomore!
“Eat up now! A young man like yourself needs to eat to stay healthy! You don’t want to end up like me - thin as a rail and ready to topple over! Heh heh.” She cackled motioning a bony finger to Justin’s sandwich.
Justin began to stuff the sandwich into his mouth. He didn’t really have much of an appetite. He was more worried about how he was going to finally figure out how to stop whatever had been going on that afternoon. He didn’t know how old Abbie was at this point but it was pretty old. He didn’t know how much more of this she could take - never mind her older sister.
“Uh Liv’s still around right?” He asked nervously as he finished the sandwich.
Abbie’s DOB changed once more to 05-12-35. The old woman adjusted her glasses to look at Justin as she grabbed her walker and shuffled around to him.
“Olivia? My sister? Oh my yes, she’s still with us. Her memory is starting to go though, poor dear. I was on the phone with her yesterday and she told me she had a modeling shoot! She hasn’t done on of those since Nixon was in office!” Abbie said with a laugh and a cough.
Justin smirked, feeling relieved that it wasn’t too late to fix things for Abbie and her sister - but how? The familiar crackling sound of the record player punctuated his thought as a new song comes on.
Abbie’s eyes get glassy at the sound of band horns opening Perry Como’s ‘Papa Loves Mambo’. She begins to tap her foot on the ground.
“Oh this song takes me back! You see my girlfriends and I would all be sitting in the soda shop along the counter like you are now and then this song would come on and we’d all hop off our stools and go find a boy to dance with!” She said with a giggle remember those times in the early 1950s.
“What’s a soda shop?” Justin asked having no idea. He was pretty sure he heard this song in a movie though… or was it a commercial for a cleaning product or something.
The old woman batted her sunken eyes at him, clutching the walker nervously.
“Young man, may I have this dance?” She asked with a grin holding out her withered hand.
Justin shrugged and took her hand, standing up. She grabbed his other hand as well and he carefully walked her a few step out from her walker into the center of the room. He let Abbie lean all her weight into him, which was much at all, as she took tiny steps from side to side to dance to the music.
“Papa loves Mambo… Mama loves Mambo…” The song sang as Abbie shuffled around with the help of her 18-year-old partner.
Justin watched as the 84-year old’s chest sloshed from side to side as she danced. Clearly Abbie wasn’t wearing a bra under her blouse and her saggy breasts swayed around loosely, flopping back on top of her wrinkly gut when she finally stopped.
Abbie clutched Justin’s arms and wheezed happily. “Oh my! I haven’t had that much fun in ages. I used to love dancing… You’re a very good dance partner!” She said reaching up to pitch Justin’s cheek. He leaned down and she gave him a kiss before he helped her back to her walker. Her DOB ticked up once more to 05-12-34.
Her face was extremely wrinkled and he began to see liver spots forming everywhere she had exposed skin. He put a hand on her frail crooked back. “Don’t worry, Abbie, we’ll get you dancing again.” He said as he helped her hobble down the hall.
They passed the bathroom which had a support bar and a plastic chair in the bathtub. On the sink was a plastic case to sort meds by days of the week. He continued past it to her bedroom. Her bed was also covered in a tacky floral print bedsheet, her pillows has frilly edges to them and a knit blanket sat folded on the edge of the bed. On the walls family photos hung. He recognized Abbie as a young woman with her sister but it looked like the olden days to Justin. Like maybe World War II time or something. There was an old photo of Chloe looking all punked out with spiky blonde hair and a guitar.
“When was this?” He asked pointing at it.
“Oh that’s my niece Chloe… Becca’s mum. That was when she had her band… must have been 86’? 87’? Sometime in the 80s…” Abbie said trying to remember.
He then saw a framed portrait of what looked like Abbie’s mom. It was hella old in Justin’s opinion. Like it might have been one of the first photographs ever taken he figured. It was yellow and faded, she was wearing a formal dress with a fur around her shoulders and her hair was short and wavy in a style he’d only seen in history textbooks.
“Who's this?” He asked.
“Oh that’s a picture of my mother. What a lovely dress she’s wearing isn’t it? Only nice thing she kept through the depression.” Abbie mumbled as she eased herself down to sit on the bed.
“Damn….” Justin whispered. Rachel was supposed to be around his moms age. But this aged photo made her look like something from a museum. An ancient artifact of someone’s ancestors. Which Justin worried was where Abbie and Liv were heading if he didn’t figure out what was going on. The make-outs and sex and blow jobs were all nice through her 20s, 30s and 40s…. And 50s and 60s… and 70s… but now she was getting like seriously elderly and he needed to get to figure this shit out!
He sat next to her on the bed and rubbed his temples thinking… how old was Abbie now anyway? He looked over to see that her license was still sitting on the bedside table next to her new resident ID. He picked it up and looked at it.
“Hey your license is expired!” He said noticing that fact.
Abbie nodded. “Yes I didn’t see too much need in renewing it. It’s a bit of a challenge for me at my age and besides, between you and my nieces, I get driven everywhere I need to go.”
Justin shook his head. Abbie had been so excited this afternoon at the prospect of getting her license and now she was too old to drive! He did the math and realized she was 85 now but watched at the DOB changed again before his eyes to 05-12-33. His teenage girlfriend was now seven decades older than she should be!
‘Okay think man. How do you fix this? Gotta figure out what's causing it. What's different? Retrace your steps!’ He thought to himself.
He turned to Abbie. “Okay babe… walk me through everything you did this morning.”
Abbie looked at him wondering why he was asking that but shrugged and replied. “Well, I woke up at my usual 5 am… I walked down to that bathroom and took my pills then I made myself some oatmeal. After that I went to the water aerobics class they have here and chatted with my friends Ethel and Gert. Then I came back and washed up and sat outside for a while on one of the benches feeding the birds… then it was time for my stories so I came in and watched TV, nodding off for a little nap here and there until you came over.” She explained.
Justin took a deep breath. This obviously wasn’t helpful, it wasn’t the real morning that Abbie had had, when she was 16 years old… this was an old person morning that Abbie THOUGHT she had.
‘Think Justin, Think!’ He chastised himself until he remembered that things didn’t start to really get weird until they began hooking up early that afternoon. They had been making out…
He leaned over and put his arms around the old woman who was chuckling slightly at the affection. But then went eye-wide as Justin passionately kissed him.
She pulled away for a moment, holding him back with trembling old hands.
“Wh-what are you doing dearie?” She asked in a quavering voice.
“Shhhh! Baby… we’re gonna make you young again…” He said as he leaned back in and began to french kiss her thin wrinkled lips.
Abbie didn’t protest any further. In her mind, it had been ages since she had been kissed with this much passion. She rested one hand on his chest and the other reached up to stroke his face.
He gently pulled his small frail girlfriend onto his lap. ‘So while we were making out I was trying to get in her panties…’ He remembered as he leaned down to kiss her loose dangling neck skin. The old woman left out a soft gasp and leaned her old body into him more.
“I don’t know what’s come over you dear… but you’re making an old woman very happy…” She purred kicking off her loafers.
As he sucked on her neck and fondled her pendulous breasts under her blouse he then moved to slip his hand under her skirt. As his hand slid up her leg it pulled the skirt hem up with it revealing the loose well-worn stockings pooling down toward her swollen ankles and her knobby purple knees. He slid his hand along her lumpy wrinkled inner thigh toward her cotton panties.
‘It was this! It was when I started finger-banging Allie and my ring started going crazy!’ Justin thought excitedly.
His fingers fumbled to slip around her thick granny panties and past her dangling labia.
“Oh Justin…. Are you sure you want to do that dear? I’m… a very old woman….” She explained between gentle moans trying to be fair to the young man even though she was enjoying this very much.
“Yeah but if I do this right - maybe you won’t be anymore.” He said as he finally managed to pull her panties aside.
She was extremely dry so it was hard for him to figure out the opening to her elderly vag. It all felt like a tangle of loose skin flaps down there. Abbie winced as he poked around, wondering if she should try and help him.
Before either of them could get very far there was a knock at the door and the handle turned.
“Hello, hello! Miss Pendleton?” A man called from the door.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 15:54:09 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hangout by ChronoEclipse
Chapter 12
Both Abbie and Justin looked at each other in a panic as Justin pulled his hand out quickly from under her skirt and Abbie brushed herself off. The two abruptly moved a few feet apart like a couple of kids caught fooling around on the couch by the girl’s strict parents.
A tall handsome man in his late 20s/early 30s wearing slacks and a sweater vest walked into the apartment. He had a stethoscope around his neck and a chart in one hand and a kit in the other.
“Miss Pendleton?” He asked with a smile.
“I’m… *ahem* I'm in the bedroom.” Abbie called out flustered.
The man walked into the bedroom to see the teen boy and old woman blushing and avoiding eye contact with one another but didn’t think much of it.
“Oh you have some company! That’s nice. Hello i’m-” He began to say holding out his hand to greet Justin.
“Derek.” Justin said kind of surprised as he stood up to greet the man back.
Derek had been Liv’s on-again/off-again boyfriend for a while. Rachel and Abbie had disliked him because of how much older than he was to Liv. ‘What is a 29-year-old doctor doing sniffing around an 18-year-old girl?’ He remembered Abbie’s mom screaming last year after Derek had picked Liv up in his convertible. Now Liv was old enough to be the guy's grandma. Justin wondered if Derek had any memory of his relationship with Liv like Justin had with Abbie.
The doctor looked surprised at the fact that Justin knew his name. “I’m sorry, do we know each other?”
‘I guess not.’ Justin thought as he shook the guy's hand. “Uh… no. I’m Justin. I just uh know *of* you… from Abbie.”
“Abbie…?” Derek asked confused and then realized. “Oh right - Abigail.”
“Yeah.” Justin nodded.
“And how do you two know each other?” Derek asked as he turned his attention to setting up for Abbie’s examine.
“She’s my girlfriend.” Justin replied honestly.
Derek paused for a moment at the statement. Abbie gasped at that declaration as well. Then Derek let out a chuckle thinking Justin was just being playful with the old woman and Abbie chuckled to, happy to play it off as a joke.
“No, no… my what a sweet boy. If I were 70 years younger… boy, I tell ya!” The old woman said with a nervous giggle. “No, Justin here is the son of the folks who live two doors down from my old house!”
“Oh… so you’re old neighbors.” Derek said writing the date on his chart.
“Yep!” Justin said as Abbie gave him a look to say ‘leave it at that’.
“Well that’s nice that you come to visit. We don’t get many former neighbor kids come to visit the residents here.” Derek observed.
“Yeah well, Abbie was always super nice to me growing up, so I want to be there for her.” Justin explained.
“He’s like the grandson I never had.” Abbie said jovially.
Hearing this made Justin a little queasy.
“Okay well, I need to start your exam so Justin if you wouldn’t mind waiting out in the living room…” Derek directed.
“Oh that’s all right. He can stay here if he wants.” Abbie insisted.
Derek grimaced. “Well… you know you’re going to need to be disrobed for part of the exam. I don’t think you want your - former neighbors son - present for that….” He explained.
“It’s cool - I'll just go uh… wait in the living room.” Justin said jumping up.
“Okay, dear. Feel free to put something on the TV. This will just take a minute.” Abbie assured him.
Justin was happy to step away for a moment. Now that he realized this his ring may be the thing causing Abbie to keep jumping forward in time… was it forward in time? Or back? Like her birthdate kept going further back - but her age was going forward. Sooooo? Justin had no idea but he knew that the ring was probably the key to stopping it.
“Okay deep breaths…” He heard Derek telling Abbie behind him.
Justin walked back to the ugly pink couch and plopped down. It was too firm and felt uncomfortable to sit on. He looked at the ring on his finger. The top part was spinning but the bottom part was completely still. He pressed the index finger of his opposite hand down on it. He could feel it spinning under his finger but it wasn’t getting any friction burn. He tried to pull the ring off again but it wouldn’t budge. Then he attempted to stop the ring-spinning and that’s when things got kind of weird.
As he applied pressure on the ring to stop it from moving it was like the whole world around him responded like an LCD screen being poked. He literally saw the air around him ripple like the surface of a pond. He spun the ring in the opposite direction on his finger
The world around him glitched like it was a TV he had just slapped the side of. He saw slivers of Abbie’s former living spaces. He turned the ring harder. It was resisting and making a buzzing noise as the wall in front of him disappeared and the couch he was sitting on slid forward becoming her bathroom toilet. He tugged the ring again and her bathroom melted into her bedroom so that he was sitting on her dresser like a proverbial fly on the wall as Derek conducted his exam on the old woman.
Abbie was sitting on the edge of the bed with her shirt off. Her sagging pendulous breasts hung down onto her pale wrinkled gut as Derek pressed the stethoscope against her chest near where her boob used to reside when it was young and perky.
“Okay not bad, not bad.” He said marking his readings on his chart.
“Not too bad of an old fossil like me eh doc?” Abbie cracked with a wide smile.
“No, you’re in very good health for a woman your age.” He says as he presses his hands very clinically on her shriveled breasts and begins to move his hands down her torso, applying bits of pressure as he went.
“You should see my sister, she’s even older than I am!” Abbie said with a chuckle, shivering at his cold hands.
“I’d love to meet her sometime.” Derek replied.
This caused Justin to snort but neither of the other two people in the room reacted so he figured he must be like a ghost to them.
Derek got down to her belly where the dress was pulled up to. “Okay, you can go ahead and remove your dress now.” He said in a matter-of-fact way as he turned his attention back to his chart.
Abbie slid her dress down her bony old legs and let it drop to the floor. Derek turned back and furrowed his brow seeing that Abbie’s panties had been pulled to one side and now were tangled, exposing her gray-haired old vagina.
“Hmmm, your underwear is bunched up. Would you like me to fix that for you or are you able to?” He asked with a look of discomfort at the whole thing.
It was clear from Derek’s bedside manner that he didn’t mind caring for elderly people but was a bit put-off by what aging did to the female body. He didn’t particularly ENJOY seeing saggy breasts and loose grey pussys, he just had to suffer through them for his job.
“Oh I can do it. Sorry about that dearie…” Abbie said as she fumbled slowly with arthritic fingers to adjust her panties.
Justin rotated the ring some more this time really putting some strength into it. The room around them began to morph and rearrange until the old woman’s assisted living center bedroom had become the pink and white girly bedroom the Abbie had as a teen in 2019. Neither Abbie, who was sitting on her bed from highschool as a woman of 86 years of age, nor Derek her doctor/sister's ex-boyfriend seemed to notice that they were in a completely new location as Derek proceeded to examine her abdomen.
Justin tugged the ring again and felt it click on his finger. He looked up wide-eyed to see Abbie - HIS Abbie standing in nothing but a pair of ill-fitting granny-panties that had seen one too many washes.
She didn’t seem to notice her rejuvenation either. Nor did Derek who was now pressing his hands against the smooth flat stomach of a teenage girl. He reached around to feel her supple hips.
“Any clicking in your hips?” He asked.
“Only occasionally. The hip surgery definitely helped.” She said hitting her knuckles against her young hip.
“And how long ago was that?” Derek asked referring to his chart.
Abbie stoked her dainty chin. “Oh my let’s see… I was 69 when I went in so oh… I must’ve had this metal hip now for a good 16/17 years now.” The teenage girl explained.
“Okay that’s fine. I’m going to have you go ahead and stand for me all right?” Derek directed her.
The 16-year-old girl sighed and nodded, reaching out toward the walker sitting in front of her bed. She pulled herself up slowly, her pretty young voice grunting and groaning as she eased herself upright like an elderly woman.
“Any other discomfort?” Derek asked her as he began to gently tap down her now perfectly straight spine as she gripped the walker.
Abbie wet her plump lips, thinking to herself and then answered: “Well doctor I've been having some real bad constipation. I’ve been drinking prune juice like you told me but sometimes I'm spending the entire night on the toilet …”
Justin cringed at hearing his teenage girlfriend talk about her constipation. He watched as she reached up to scratch at thin air, where he figured she thought her breasts hung.
“Mmmm impacted bowels are common in a woman your age. And when you do have bowel movements, what is the consistency of your stool?” Derek asked her.
Justin did NOT want to hear the answer to that and he was so close to getting everything back to normal so he spun the ring as hard as he could again.
The room stayed the same but the decor completely changed. It now appeared to be a guest room. The posters on the wall disappeared and the rug became blue as Abbie and Derek disappeared. Justin reached out for her as she slid away but slipped right through his hand.
He was now sitting on an empty desk in her old room alone until two women entered. He recognized the two women - Abbie’s niece Chloe and grand-niece Becca. Only they were about two decades older than the last time he had seen them. Chloe has short hair dyed purple and shaved on the sides. Her 50-something-year-old face looked leathery and weathered from living a hard lifestyle. Her daughter, on the other hand, was a toned, athletic-looking woman in her 30s.
“You cannot move in mom!” Becca was yelling at her mother as she followed her into the room.
Chloe set down a guitar case and a suitcase. “And why the hell not? I lived in this house every summer when I was growing up!”
“I have enough going on with a little girl and taking care of grandma that I can’t deal with your drama too.” Becca said putting up her hands defensively.
“What drama? I’ve got no drama baby girl. I’m your mother for christ sake.” Chloe countered.
“Random guys showing up?” Becca asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I occasionally might meet a guy at a bar and want to bring him home to spend the night? Sue me! You should be impressed that I can get so many guys at my age! Give you something to look forward to! Good jeans!” Chloe said defensively taking off her jean jacket to reveal faded tattoos on her flabbier arms.
“Drugs.” Becca said with a clenched jaw.
“I just do pot…. And a bit of ecstasy now. That’s it…. And maybe some coke if I have a gig.” Chloe says defensively.
“Not around my daughter you don’t.” Becca said firmly.
“Oh come on - I don’t take nearly as many pills and drugs as your grandmother.” Chloe exclaims pointing toward another bedroom.
“She’s 90 years old!!!” Becca responds flabbergasted.
“Okay, what else? What else? No sex, no drugs… you going to make a rule against Rock and Roll? Is this the daughter I raised? To grow up to be one of the townspeople from Footloose?” Chloe asks sounding punchy.
“Well since you brought it up - yeah! No jam sessions after midnight!” Becca said pointing her finger at the guitar case.
“Oh blow it out yer ass baby girl! That music put you through college!” Chloe yelled angrily.
“No! NO! Aunt Abigail’s savings put me through college!” Becca yelled back.
“Girls? Is everything alright?” A creaky voice asked from outside the room.
“It’s all right grammy!” Becca called back. “It’s fine ma! We’re just talking!” Chloe yelled simultaneously.
As the two women shouted at one another Justin became uncomfortable about just sitting inches away from them and eavesdropping on this conversation. He jerked the ring on his finger again.
The room didn’t change but the women’s clothing did. Chloe’s modest rocker clothing morphed into a pair of cut-off jean shorts that displayed her cellulite-marred matronly thighs and only a black bikini top covering her saggy chest, the cups of which were clearly meant for a much younger, slimmer, smaller-chested woman. She now looked like what an over-the-hill former rock chick would look like if she raided the closet from her college days to go see Black Sabbath at a summer concert. But surprisingly Becca was more embarrassing. Because the 30-something-year-old health teacher’s clothing disappeared altogether replaced by nothing but a diaper around her toned butt cheeks. Her still kinda perky boobs were on full display, capturing Justin’s full attention for a moment as they jiggled freely in the open air.
Becca looked absolutely ridiculous in nothing but an oversized Huggies diaper, red-faced screaming at her mother.
“You just don’t care about anyone around you! It’s just what’s convenient for you! You need someone to take care of grandma? Oh Becca can help! Need someone to bail your boyfriend out of jail? Oh Becca can do it! Need a place to live? Becca can put me up!!! You’re so stupid and I hate you!!! You - you meany! You a stinky doo-doo head! A baba WAAAAAAH!!!!!” The grown woman began to bawl like an infant as she lost her balance and tumbled back down onto her diapered ass. She grabbed at her bare feet as she struggled on the ground with seemingly no motor skills.
“Damn! I totally made her act like a baby! Sick!” Justin exclaimed as he watched Chloe rush over to her daughter.
“Awww what’s the matter, baby girl? You need a diapee change?” She asked with sincere sympathy.
Justin watched at the 55-year-old woman stuck her fingers down the front of her grown daughter's diaper.
“Nope, you’re bone dry. Bad-ass because I don’t know about you but I haaaaate changing diapers. So what’s the matter then?” Chloe asked as she picked up Becca into her arms.
The adult infant was about the same size as her and looked bizarre being hoisted up into the middle-aged woman’s arms. Chloe brought Becca over to the bed as her daughter began to suck on her own fingers between sniffles and sobs.
“Are you hungry? Is that it? Okay, we can fix that…” Chloe said popping one of her sagging veiny tits out from her bikini top and hoisting the fun bag toward the younger adult woman’s mouth.
Becca began to suck on her mother's freckled floppy breasts happily as she sat on the older woman’s lap.
Justin blinked as he watched this and finally decided that this was even too strange for him. He craned the ring around as hard as he could again.
Abbie’s posters and pink and white decor from her high school years came back into the room as did Abbie and Derek. Abbie was still a teenager as Derek began to check her blood pressure. But as Justin fiddled with the ring Abbie aged back into an 86-year old woman. Her posture stooping and her skin wrinkly, her hair going from blonde to greyish white and her tits melting down her chest until they dangled straight toward the ground.
Justin attempted to adjust the ring, like tuning a radio. It was difficult because the ring was giving him a lot of resistance.
“Okay, Miss Pendleton you’re all set and can put your clothes back on.” Derek directed.
Abbie was covering her breasts with her arms modestly and quickly pulled a pink tank top back over her. It hung very loose on her shriveled body and her pendulous boobs peeked out from the bottom. “Good, it felt so weird being naked in front of you… I mean you’re my sister's boyfriend!” She rattled as she slipped a pair of skimpy cotton shorts up her bony old legs.
She was now standing in an outfit that Justin had seen her in tons of times when she was 16 but now that she was wearing it at 86 it looked completely bizarre and really highlighted how old she had become.
“It’s just a physical exam Abbie. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Derek replied. “Good news you’re in perfect health for your age and are good to go for your dance team try-outs.” He said told the elderly woman.
“Awesome! Want to see me do a cartwheel?” She asked with a wrinkly smile.
Derek shrugged. “Sure. Liv and I are going to the movies in a minute but what do you got?” He said as he packed up his stuff.
Abbie spread out her withered legs, wiggling her arthritic toes on the carpet and raised her trembling hands above her gray head as she toppled forward in a flurry of wrinkles and sags. Her boobs flopped all over the place as flipped upside down, the loose empty bags slapping her face and then back onto her belly as she finished. She panted but grinned proudly. “Tada!” She quivered with her hands on her hips.
Derek clapped. Justin clapped too as the ring, now released from the grip of his fingers began to spin forward again, but just the top half and the room shifted and morphed around them.
Soon Justin found himself sitting back down on the ugly floral couch in Abbie’s senior center apartment.
“Okay, Miss Pendleton. You take care now, I’ll prescribe you something for that constipation but in the meantime keep drinking a lot of prune juice. I’ll see you next week!” Derek called to her as he walked toward the door.
“Okay, dearie! Thanks again.” She called from the bedroom.
“Dude!” Justin said jumping up to catch him before he left.
“Oh… hey. Thanks for waiting. She’s all set now if you want to pop your head back there.” Derek replied.
“Dude…” Justin said again.
Derek looked from side to side to see if there was something he was missing. “Yes?” He asked unclear.
“You know what’s going on…” Justin said feeling sure of it - that last thing totally confirmed it.
“What?” Derek asked still confused.
“Abbie’s cartwheel? You didn’t even look surprised. That shit was incredible.” Justin stated.
“Cartwheel? Kid are you high? That woman back there can barely walk.” Derek pointed out not knowing what was going on with the teen in front of him.
“No but you know she’s not really like that - see you and I DO know each other. Because you were kind of dating the older sister of MY girlfriend.” Justin said conspiratorially.
Derek raised an eyebrow intrigued. “Oh really? Who is your girlfriend?” He asked since Derek had dated a few girls recently.
“Abbie!” Justin said as if it was obvious.
“Miss Pendleton.” Derek asked with a disgusted tone.
“Dude! And you’re dating Liv!” Justin reminded him.
“Her sister I presume? Kid, I haven’t dated a woman over 30 in my entire life nevermind whatever decrepit mummy is the older sister to that wrinkly biddy back there.” Derek pointed out in an angry whisper.
“Nah, dude! It’s not like that! Liv’s a smoking hot 19-year-old model!... Abbie’s really only 16! She and I are high school sweethearts!” Justin insists.
“Well she’s in incredible health for 86 but… for a 16-year-old I’d say she’s in really rough fucking shape…” Derek joked.
“I’m not joking man! It’s this stupid ring! I finger banged her and it made her like start to age rapidly!” Justin explained grabbing Derek’s arm to help him.
Derek pushed Justin off him. “Okay I don’t know what kind of sick perverted shit you’re into but if you’ve been taking residents medication to get high and… molest old women, I’m going to report you.” Derek said firmly.
“Dude, c’mon! Don’t be that way! I’m trying to tell you what’s going on.” Justin pleaded in frustration.
Derek pointed a finger in his face. “Get help.” He said before the door closed.
“That’s what I was trying to do!!!” Justin grumbled, flopping his hands down in defeat.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 16:00:02 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
Chapter 13 Abbie clomped back down the hallway with the aid of her walker as her DOB on her expired license changed again to 05-12-32.
“Did you say something dear? I need to turn up my hearing aid…” She rattled as she fumbled with the device in her ear. A loud piercing tone screeched from it before blipping off. “There that should do it.”
“Nah it’s okay… I just don’t know what to do baby.” He said walking over and hugging the old woman.
“Oh come now, whatever it is, we’ll figure out something… once I take a little nap.” The old woman said with a wrinkled smile.
Justin sighed as he helped her hobble back down to her bedroom. “Damn you’re probably too old for sex now.” He mumbled with his hand on her stooped back.
“Eh? What?” She creaked reaching up to adjust her hearing aid again.
“I said I wish you were back to being 16!” Justin said raising his voice.
“Oh this thing doesn’t work a damn!” Abbie said in frustration fiddling with it again. “It sounds like you said you want me to be 16.” She said with a chuckle.
“That’s what I said.” Justin reiterated.
“Goodness, I would love to be 16 again… I’d certainly give you a run for your money!” She chittered happily.
“You did!” Justin said loudly.
“Did what?” Abbie asked confused.
“When you were 16!” Justin yelled.
“Oh if I was 16 again and alone with a boy like you in my bedroom… I might be tempted to give you a smooch!” She rattled with a giggle. The DOB changed again to 05-12-31 and Abbie became 88 years old.
A small dusty radio on her vanity clicked on and began to play a slow song that sounded like it was the kind of tune Captain America would jam out to. Or one of those songs from like the really old Disney movies, like something Cinderella would sing or some shit. A wrinkly smile curled over Abbie’s face as she heard the song playing loudly from the radio’s speaker. She began to hum along to it as she shuffled to the bed.
She took small steps, leaning over carefully to get into bed. Justin decided to help her out by walking over and picking the old woman up in his arms to carry her onto the bed. Abbie blushed and cupped a trembling gnarled hand against his cheek and began to sing along with the song to him.
“I can see, no matter how near you’ll be You’ll never belong to me But I can dream, can’t I?” She sang shrilly to him, gazing at him with adoring, aged eyes.
He set her gently down on the bed and tucked her under the blanket and then came around to crawl into the bed with her. She rolled over to stroke his face again and sing to him some more.
“Can’t I pretend that I'm locked in the bend of your embrace? For dreams are just like wine and I am drunk with mine…” She sang as her eyelids got heavy.
Soon she was asleep and snoring beside him as Justin inhaled deeply and took out his phone. A lot of time spent when hanging out with an 80-something-year-old woman was hella boring.
He opened his phone and began to play Candy Destroyer on his phone. It was Abbie’s favorite game and she had gotten him hooked on it but now he bet she had no idea how to play it and probably was surprised that one could play games on their phone at all!
After a few rounds, he got sick of playing and turned to stare at the wrinkled white-haired old woman snoring next to him. He turned back to his phone and looked at the picture on his background. Teen Abbie was sitting on some steps or something wearing a modest skirt, a blouse and sweater and dress shoes with rolled up white socks. It looked like a private school uniform - and her hair was curled in ringlets, clipped to one side like the kind of hairstyle he’d seen on actresses in World War 2 movies. The black and white photo looked old and faded. But something caught Justin’s eye - there was another teen girl sitting next to Abbie dressed and styled similarly with long dark hair and big piercing eyes. The other girl wasn’t smiling but rather looking really cold and aloof while Abbie had the warm friendly smile he had seen her give at every stage of her life.
The other girl wasn’t Liv so… “Who is this?” He asked out loud, nudging the old woman awake.
“W-what? Is something the matter dearie?” Abbie asked blearily as she slowly opened her eyes.
“It’s chill but who is this?” The teenager asked holding the phone up to her.
The old woman squinted at the screen. “Oh I can’t see that… wait a minute let me just…” She mumbled as she reached over and grabbed her bifocals from the bedside table. She put them on and adjusted them to see the picture clearer.
“Oh my! How’d you get that picture on that device of yours? That’s very clever.” Abbie remarked impressed.
“Uh thanks… but seriously? Who’s that?” He asked pointing at the other girl.
Abbie scrutinized the photo for a few moments and then smiled. “Oh that’s my old friend Agnes. You can tell by the look she’s giving. We grew up next door to each other and were thick as thieves in those days.” She rattled.
“Next door…. Shit! That’s old crabby Miss Radcliffe?” Justin said looking again at the beautiful, serious-looking girl in the photo.
“Oh yes of course, she still lives next door to you, doesn’t she? How is Agnes doing these days?” Abbie asked reaching to take a sip of water.
“Awful! She’s the worst! Always yelling at us whenever she sees us.” Justin explained.
“Oh my, well she did always have an abrasive side to her…” Abbie said remembering moments from her youth.
“Wait so you’re telling me you and Miss Radcliffe were BFFs!? You’re the same age now?” He exclaimed in disbelief.
“Well we’ve always been the same age dear. And though Agnes and I didn’t always see eye to eye on things she was a very good friend to me when we were young.” Abbie said with a smile.
“God I can’t imagine you and her ever like hanging out together. She’s so gross and she’s mean and her only hobby is yelling at teenagers!” Justin insisted, pointing out things that Abbie herself, when she had been 16, said about old Miss Radcliffe.
Abbie chuckled as he ranted about her old friend.
“What?” He asked.
“Oh it’s just funny to hear a young man talk about Agnes that way. If you had grown up with us you’d be singing a different tune I’m sure. She was quite popular with the boys back in our day. In fact, that was usually the cause of our fights. I would like a boy and she would just come in and swoop him out from under me, get him to kiss her feet and eat out of her hand and then get bored with him and dump him.” Abbie recalled, shaking her head in disapproval.
Justin made a face like he was grossed out by hearing this. “Guy’s like that old bat? She’s so ugly and she smells bad!”
Abbie chuckled again. “You know, I'm sure many young men your age would say I have that ‘old lady smell’ myself… but I'd just like to say that I smelled and looked quite nice back in my heyday!” She rattled with a smile.
Justin hadn’t been thinking about it, but now that she pointed it out Abbie did have that distinctive old person smell. He had always loved leaning in close to her, it was maybe her shampoo or deodorant or body wash or something but it smelled heavenly when she was a teenager but now she reeked of old lady perfume, mothballs and a hint of urine.
“You still smell better than Miss Radcliffe though!” He pointed out honestly.
“Well, the poor dear has lived a hard lonely life. No family, never married, just stuck in that house all these years… I can see why she might have trouble relating to young folks like yourself - I’d image that she wishes she could be one of you again, when girls envied her and boys worshiped her.” Abbie said softly.
“I don’t care about her going back to my age, I want to help you get back to my age!” Justin said firmly holding up his ring.
He didn’t want to fiddle with it again for fear that it would jack everything up like it did last time. But maybe if she saw it she would snap out of thinking she was old and help him figure out what to do.
She grasped his hand with her trembling crooked fingers and smiled at him. “You’re such a sweet boy… I can’t for the life of me understand what you see in a shriveled old woman like me.” She quavered.
“You’re not old! You’re my hot teenage girlfriend and i’m going to get you back to that if I could just-” He struggled to pull his ring off his finger.
The DOB on Abbie’s expired license ticked up again to 05-12-30 as the old woman gently pushed his hand down. She didn’t know why he was so upset about his ring but she had an idea that would cheer him up.
“I know what might be fun for you… have you ever had a gum job dear?” She asked as she reached up and pulled the dentures out of her mouth, popping them into the glass of water on her bedside table.
She turned and gave him a gummy smile as Justin looked at the toothless old woman in surprise. Abbie’s wrinkled thin lips tucked around her empty gums as she smacked them a few times for emphasis, laughing.
Justin didn’t know what to do but sat still as Abbie’s trembling hands unbuckled his pants. He slid them down as well as his briefs.
Abbie grinned toothlessly. “You weddy foh a tweat?” She asked with a laugh as she grasped his semi-erected penis and leaned over to put her lips around it.
Justin gasped at how good it felt. He instantly began to harden thanks to the wet warm sensation of Abbie gumming his dick. She slowly bobbed up and down, her gums and wrinkled lips sliding smoothly along his shaft with no resistance. Justin placed his hand gently on the back of her white-haired head helping guide her as she sucked his dick. Her tongue felt amazing twirling around the head of his penis and her wrinkled lips felt nice and soft as they pressed against his shaft. It didn’t take long for Justin to explode into the old woman's mouth.
She gobbled it down her wrinkly throat, pulling off of him with a satisfied sigh. Her tongue licked her pruned lips as a trembling hand wiped some spit from her wrinkled mouth.
“That was incredible!” He exclaimed.
“I suppose old women have some benefits as well…” She cackled fitting her dentures back into her mouth. Her DOB shifted again to 05-12-29 bringing her up to 90.
“Well it’s only fair I return the favor…” He said with a grin.
Justin pulled off the covers and began to pull down Abbie’s dress as she reached to try and stop him.
“Oh no hun you don’t want to do that-” She protested.
“Sure I do - so what if you’re a little old the old side? You’re still Abbie and no matter how old you are I’m never going to stop finding your pussy sex-” He began to say as he pulled her dress down revealing a bit puffy adult diaper strapped around her waist.
“Oh dear…” Abbie said with a frown.
“What the hell? You’re wearing like Depends now?” Justin asked.
Abbie nodded. “Well I was having confidence issues at night - I wasn’t sure I would be able to make it to the bathroom on time… and frankly, as I get older I'm having control issues as it is…” She explained.
“You’re all inconfi- inconsen- what’s the word?” He asked.
“Incontinent. Yes, dear, it happens to a lot of folks when they get to be my age. Hopefully, you’ll be lucky enough that when you get to be an old person like me they’ll have figured out a more dignified way of dealing with it.” Abbie explained as she slowly slid toward the edge of the bed.
“Shit… I mean… bad choice of words.” He said blushing.
Abbie giggled. “It’s all right dear. I know it’s a bit of a shock. I’ve had them for a few months now and it still takes some getting used to… I can understand if you don’t want to - put your mouth down there now.” She said blushing herself as she reached for her walker.
“I uh…” He stammered not wanting to be a jerk.
She smiled at him. “I’ll tell you what. If you still want to do something nice for me - you can help me to the bathroom and give me some help changing my Depends. I can do it myself but it’s much easier with a second set of hands, especially if they are young hands like yours.” She said easing herself into a standing position as she clutched her walker, now standing in only her blouse and diaper.
“Um, okay…” He said as he followed her as she slowly clumped toward the bedroom door. Her age changed again as her license disappeared.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 16:06:28 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
Chapter 14 The DOB on her plastic medical bracelet now read 05-12-28 as the rug disappeared as well as much of the furniture. Her bed morphed into a hospital bed and her dresser was covered with old photos of her family through the ages.
Her walker was now just on wheels as she pushed it forward slowly toward the bathroom, which was now a room directly off of this room they were in. Abbie was now wearing a long thin housecoat and fuzzy slippers on her weathered feet. Justin followed her into the bathroom. There was a toilet with guardrails and a large tub designed to be sat in.
Abbie turned to Justin putting a crooked finger to her mouth in confusion. Justin saw that she no longer had her dentures in. “What were we doing again?” She asked in a creaky voice.
Justin was confused too. Where were they? Why does Abbie seem so disoriented all of a sudden? He shrugged. “I don’t know! You wanted me to help change your diaper or something.”
“Oh.” Abbie mumbled nodding her head. Her white hair was thinning and looking a bit scraggly.
The 91-year-old slide her housecoat off of her bony frail shoulders one at a time, letting the garment slip down to the ground. She was not wearing a bra - it looked like she no longer needed one. Her breasts were empty shriveled sacks sagging into the wrinkled skin of her belly, almost indistinguishable as boobs. A big white diaper was strapped around her waist as she leaned otherwise naked against her walker looking tired.
“The wipes are in the cabinet.” She croaked softly.
Justin walked over to open the cabinet and pull out a box of sanitary wipes.
“Okay now be a dear and help me into the tub. I think it’s too early for my sponge bath but it’ll be easier to clean me up heh.” She said as she gripped his arm for support with her trembling, gnarled hand.
He helped the frail old woman step toward the tub and then Justin picked her up and set her back down on the seat inside of it. Abbie reached down to fumble with the straps of her diaper, managing to undo them and letting the undergarment flop forward. Justin sighed as he reached over and lifted her up enough to slide the pair of Depends out from under her wrinkly tush and threw it in the trash.
Justin froze for a moment looking at Abbie. She was sitting there in front of him completely naked, something he had fantasized about often before today but instead of a gorgeous naked young woman she was a feeble 91-year-old covered in saggy wrinkled skin and liver spots.
“A little faster dear. I shouldn’t be exposed like this for too long - I catch a chill very easily at my age.” She told him.
He quickly grabbed the box of wipes and with a bit of hesitation reached down and began to wipe her old grey-haired crotch. There was nothing sexy about this for either of them. Abbie shivered from the coldness of the wetnap and Justin shivered at the sight of Abbie’s loose withered privates.
As he awkwardly bent down into the tub to lift the old woman back up so he could wipe her pruned ass he heard a door open.
“Justin what are you doing!?” A voice called behind him.
He quickly put Abbie back down and turned around to see a middle-aged woman he had never met before dressed in scrubs.
“I uh… I was just changing her diaper?” He said suddenly feeling like he was about to get in trouble and didn’t know why.
The woman smirked at him, bringing the housecoat over and draping it on Abbie’s slouched shoulders. “There Miss Pendleton… I don’t want you to catch cold.” She said to the old woman.
“Thank you dear.” Abbie said smiling up at the younger woman who looked to be older than Abbie’s mom by Justin’s reasoning.
“Can I talk to you outside for a minute?” The woman asked Justin as she gestured to the bathroom door.
“Uh… okay.” He said turning and walking out into the main room.
The woman followed him out and pulled the bathroom door closed until it was only open a crack. Justin looked at her name badge on her shirt that her name was Meredith.
“Justin, I appreciate your enthusiasm but we usually don’t allow volunteers to do things like change residents diapers without training first - I mean, you just had a 91-year old woman sitting in the buff while you reached around her with a sanitary napkin.” Meredith explained sounding vexed.
“Um, my bad but- she like asked me to help her.” Justin explained defensively. He didn’t know who this woman was or what was going on but he didn’t want to be in trouble.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. We’ll get you trained on how to do it properly. Some of our young volunteers get a bit squeamish when it comes to undressing residents or cleaning them up. So it’s nice that you don’t seem to mind.” She said with a smile.
“Uh what is Abbie doing here? She was doing fine at that assisted living facility…” Justin asked.
“Oh wow, I guess she really opened up to you huh? Well as you’re probably aware by now Miss Pendleton is suffering from Dementia so her family thought it would be best to put her in a facility that was better equipped for around the clock care.” Meredith explained.
“Abbie has dementia?” Justin asked shocked.
“Yes i’m afraid so. That being said, though you obviously have a soft spot for the poor woman, you volunteer hours can’t all be spent with one patient. There are many other residents at this nursing home that would benefit from your time and company.” Meredith said firmly, patting Justin on his shoulder.
“I-” Justin didn’t know what to say. He wanted to tell the woman that Abbie was really young enough to be her daughter and that she’s his girlfriend and he needs to figure out how to make her young again so they could get out of here. But Meredith seemed so no-nonsense that he was afraid she’d kick his ass out if she didn’t believe him.
Before he could respond Abbie’s shrill quavering voice pierced through the door.
“Justin….!? Justin! Where are you!?” She yelled sounding like she was in a panic.
Justin and Meredith rushed into the bathroom to see the old woman sitting in the tub clutching the robe around her body and looking terrified.
“I’m right here Abbie!” He said rushing over to her.
“Oh thank god. Where are we Justin? I’m scared. I don’t know what’s going on.” She explained gripping his hand, tears welling up in her sunken eyes.
“Wow, you two seemed to have really formed a connection. I don’t think Miss Pendleton remembers even the staff member's names.” Meredith said patting Justin on the back as she walked over. “You’re at the Shady Pine Nursing Home Miss Pendleton.” She said loudly to the old woman.
Abbie turned to Meredith, a look of bewilderment on her wrinkled face. “I’m in a nursing home!? What am I doing in a nursing home? Where’s my mom?” She asked frantically.
“You’re just having an episode… she’s just having an episode, it’s part of the dementia. Sometimes patients slip back into their own past and it can be disorienting for them to find themselves looking decades older in a strange environment.” Meredith explained to Justin.
Justin was ignoring her though because he could see in Abbie’s eyes the flicker of recognition he had been looking for all afternoon. “Abbie, you know me?” He asked her.
The crying old woman nodded. “Yes!”
“Who am I to you?” He asked hopefully.
“You’re my boyfriend!” She exclaimed like the answer was obvious.
Meredith gave a sympathetic frown to Abbie, thinking that the woman was confused about Justin’s relationship to her. “Abbie - Justin is a volunteer here helping take care of you.”
“What?” Abbie looked at Justin to see if he agreed with the woman. This was feeling like a nightmare.
Justin subtly shook his head no so that Meredith wouldn’t notice and then asked. “How old are you and what year is it?”
“It’s 2019 and I’m 16 years old - so I can’t be living in a nursing home!” She exclaimed.
“Well… she got the year right, which is a bit strange. You turned 91 in May, Miss Pendleton.” Meredith said calmly.
“91!?” Abbie screamed feeling her wrinkled face.
“Okay, let me get you a glass of water to help you calm down.” Meredith said to Abbie with a smile. Then turned to Justin. “I’ll be back in a minute will you stay with her?” She asked him before stepping out of the room.
Abbie was hyperventilating as she examined her frail old body. Justin put a hand on her back to soothe her.
“Abbie. Abbie. Abbie! Listen you gotta chill out - you’re not crazy, you’re 16 years old, it’s 2019 and I’m your boyfriend… god, I’ve been waiting all day to hear you say those things.” He said getting her to calm down a bit.
“Why am I so old!? What are we doing here? Last thing I remember we were like in my bedroom making out!” She quavered.
“I’ll explain everything I know in a minute - but right now that woman thinks you’re an elderly woman with dementia and she’s not going to leave us alone if you keep freaking out and insisting you’re a high school sophomore.” He explained.
Abbie reluctantly nodded. Meredith re-entered the room with a glass of water and brought it over to the old woman.
“Here you go Miss Pendleton.” She said.
Abbie drank it reluctantly, holding the glass in her trembling hands.
“Abbie’s calmed down, she’s feeling a lot better now.” He said with a fake smile to Meredith then looked over to prompt Abbie to demonstrate.
Abbie blinked realizing he was giving her a signal. “Oh - Oh yes. I realized I'm really an old lady and um… I'm totally supposed to be here.” She said with a pained smile as well hoping the nurse would buy it.
“Oh well, that’s good. It’s quite alright Miss Pendleton. You just had a bit of an episode.” Meredith explained.
“Uh, I think I should probably stay with Ab- Miss Pendleton for a little bit to uh, just make sure she’s settled.” Justin suggested.
Meredith nodded. “That’s fine. Is that alright with you Miss Pendleton?”
Abbie nodded vehemently. “Yes! I need Justin to stay with me.” She insisted.
“Okay. Justin just buzz me if you need anything.” Meredith said with a nod and turned to walk out of the room.
They watched her leave and as soon as they hear the outer door slam shut Abbie moved to stand up.
“Okay get me the hell out of here - ow!” She winced as she attempted to jump out of the tub and her body protested.
“Yeah you’ve got to be kind of careful - you’re uh not as agile as you used to be.” He explained giving her a hand as she climbed out of the tub.
“Where are my clothes?” She asked looking around.
“Uh I think that is your clothes.” Justin said pointing at the housecoat draped over her crooked back.
“No I mean my REAL clothes. Like the outfit I was wearing…” She specified as Justin helped her fit her arms into the sleeves of the robe.
“Ummmm I don’t know what happened to those but I think they like disappeared.” He explained.
She was feeling very weak in the knees and clung to Justin’s arm tightly for support, not interested in touching her walker.
“What do you mean ‘disappeared?’ What is this!?” She asked frantically.
“I don’t really know. We were like fooling around on your bed and then you just started changing and everything else began to change too and like your birth year kept getting further and further into the past-” He began to explain.
“What? What does that even mean…?” She asked wide-eyed.
“Um… let me show you… you usually have your driver's license lying around…” He said looking around the bathroom.
“I have my driver's license?” She asked hearing the first good news so far.
“Uh yeah but it kind of expired because of your age or something.” He said still looking around.
“Seriously!?” Abbie whined in frustration. She was so excited about getting her learners permit this morning and now she was too old to drive!
“Ah!” Justin said spotting the medical band on Abbie’s thin bony wrist. He lifted it up. “Here we go - see? It says you were born in 1928.” He said excitedly.
“1928!?” Abbie exclaimed.
“Uh, 1927 now.” Justin said as Abbie’s DOB changed to 05-12-27.
Abbie gave him a terrified look. “I’m still getting older!? I’m like way older than my own grandma!... I’m probably older than even Miss Radcliffe!”
“You are… you used to be BFFs with her.” Justin said.
“What!?” Abbie yelled.
“Uh, nevermind that. Long story. But we can fix this. We’ve just got to figure out what’s going on.” He said reassuringly.
Abbie sobbed. “I’m going to die of old age before I even graduate high school!”
“Shhh I’m not going to let that happen.” He said hugging her frail bony body against his. She hugged him as tightly as her weak old arms could manage.
“Can we get out of here? This old person bathroom is creeping me out.” She said sniffling.
“Yeah but uh… you should probably put a fresh pair of Depends on…” He said sheepishly.
“Depends? Like the adult diaper!? I am NOT wearing an old person diaper.” She said firmly.
“But uh… what if you have an accident.” He insisted.
“I’ll just hold it and use the toilet like normal!” She retorted.
“But uh… like that might be cool for YOU to do but your body’s kind of old now, it might not cooperate.” He explained.
Abbie stared at him and then down at her own 92-year old body then back at him.
“Okay fine.” She whispered in defeat.
“I promise, no one's going to judge you. I bet most of the residents here have to wear one of these.” He said as he pulled out a fresh diaper.
“Yeah but most of the residents here weren’t high school students yesterday!” She countered.
Justin shrugged and nodded. “Fair point. Fair point… now why don’t you just hold on to your walker for some support and I’ll slip this on you like it ain’t no thing…”
Abbie turned and reluctantly gripped the walker, leaning over and spreading her legs as Justin knelt under her to adhere the undergarment.
“Oh my god, this is soooo mortifying.” Abbie moaned, blushing a deep crimson red.
“It’s not as bad as dealing with a dirty one…” He said as he finished strapping the diaper.
“Eh, what’s that dear?” She asked.
“I said it’s not as bad as dealing with a-” He stood up and noticed something different about her posture, she was no longer fighting her elderly body to maintain her youthful body language, now she was just sunken and old looking.
“Dealing with what dearie?” She asked with a content smile.
“Abbie?” He asked feeling a pit in his stomach.
“Eh… yes? Oh thank you, young man, for helping me with that. I know it must not be pleasant for a young person like yourself. Why when I was a girl…” She began to ramble as she slowly pushed herself along out of the bathroom.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 16:15:23 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
Chapter 15
Justin followed the elderly woman forlornly. For a few minutes he had had Abbie back - HIS Abbie and they were going to solve this together but now…
The radio on her dresser was playing The Glenn Miller Band’s rendition of the Chattanooga Choo Choo. Abbie began rocking her head and tapping her foot to the music as she shuffled her way to a big comfy chair by the window.
“Ah now this was music! When my sister and I were young we used to sneak out of the house and go down to the dance hall and hear all the big bands play. My sister was in it to dance with handsome sailor boys but I just liked to hear the music and let it move me!” She rattled happily.
“Uh cool…” Justin said as he held her arm for extra support.
“Pardon me boy! Is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo!” She sang along with a smile as she eased herself into the chair with the help of Justin. “Do you know this ditty?” She asked him.
“Uh no I don’t.” He responded trying to think of ways he could get her to have an ‘episode’ again so he could talk to young Abbie.
“Oh well it was waaaaay before your time. This song was EVERYWHERE during the war. My, it was a nice song to dance to. Boy did I love to dance when I was your age. I was quite good at it too, if I do say so myself.” She said proudly.
“I know you were.” He said with a smile.
The DOB on her medical bracelet changed again to 05-12-26. As Abbie’s smile turned back to a look of confusion.
“What… was I saying?” She asked softly before blinking. “Hey! How’d we get out here?” She asked. “And what the hell is this music? Are we in an elevator?” She added, sticking out her tongue in disapproval.
Justin’s face lit up. “Abbie! You’re back!” He exclaimed as he lunged forward and hugged her. She hugged him back, still not sure what was going on.
After a little explaining, Abbie smiled at Justin sympathetically. “So like - when I blank out I just kind of become ‘old me’ and I act like all this is normal?”
Justin nodded.
“Awww that must really be scary to be dealing with this all alone. I’m sorry baby.” She said reaching out to hug him again and give him a wrinkly kiss.
“I mean, you were there the whole time but it wasn’t the same.” He explained.
“So like you just had to act like we weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend?” She asked.
“Well, some of the time but honestly a lot of the time we were or like kinda? There was a whole period where you had this crazy Mrs. Robinson thing going on and I was your dirty little secret…” He explained.
Abbie bit her wrinkled lip and realized she didn’t have teeth and cringed at her gums.
“That’s kind of hot… maybe after we fix this we can try some uh role-play…” She grinned thinking about it.
“Yeah! Uh so I think whatever’s going on has to do with this ring!” He said holding it up.
“Right! Your new ring! It’s gotta be! It’s the only thing that’s different.” Abbie said and then added. “Uh, could you find me some glasses babe? And maybe um…. False teeth?”
Justin nodded jumping up. He got her glasses and dentures from her bedside table and brought them over. Abbie put the glasses on and blinked looking around.
“Okay these definitely help. And uh with the teeth I just… slide them into my mouth?” She asked holding up the dentures in her hand like they were alien objects.
“I guess? I don’t know, I never used them.” He said honestly.
Abbie shrugged and made a gross face as she put the dentures in her mouth. She adjusted them and found that they fit nicely onto her gums. She chomped her false teeth a few times to test them out.
“So weird…” She said shivering.
“If it’s any consolation you just got those kind of recently… like maybe when you turned 90?” He pointed out.
“Well, I'm brushing my teeth extra hard from now on when I’m young again.” She said definitely.
“Yeah so about that - like I think the ring isn’t just making you older it’s like changing everything. Like- hold on…” He said pulling his phone out.
“Who's this? Did mom dress up like a punk chick for Halloween and I forgot?” She asked looking at a framed photo of Chloe that was resting on the window sill by her chair.
Now that she mentioned it Justin realized that middle-aged Chloe did bare more than a passing resemblance to Rachel, just with a different personality and aesthetic.
“Uh no… that’s your um… niece Chloe.” He explained.
“How can this woman be my niece? She looks like 50!... oh my god. Liv’s old too!?” Abbie exclaimed.
“Uh yeah your family just kind of aged with you…” He said as he opened his phone to his background photo.
Now instead of teenage Agnes Radcliff, young Abbie was posing next to 19-year-old Liv also dressed in world war II era girl’s clothing. He held up the picture to his elderly girlfriend.
Abbie squinted at it through her glasses, cataracts had begun to form in her left eye so she was having trouble seeing clearly.
“This was the picture I had of you on my phone. When I woke up this morning it was a picture of you in 2019 and now it’s a picture of you and your sister at like some old-timey place in the 1940s.” He explained.
“Is that a black and white photo of me?” She asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, it keeps changing with you the older you get.” He explains.
“Oh honey… I'm afraid I can’t see what you’ve got on that doohickey of yours. My eyesights starting to go.” She quavered slumping back down into her chair.
Justin slumped down on the end of her bed as well. He needed to kill time until the real Abbie came back and hope that she didn’t get too old in the meantime.
“What were we talking about dearie?” She asked.
“We were talking about your sister.” He said with a sigh.
“My what?” She asked adjusting her hearing aid.
“Your sister!” He yelled louder.
“Oh Olivia, my sister. Well, where to begin? You know she was a Conover girl back in the day… mother didn’t approve of either of us girls having jobs - she came from another generation, you understand, but she was so proud that her daughter was a model in the magazines!” Abbie explained with enthusiasm.
Justin smiled and nodded as she continued to tell him about her sister until she asked: “Where is she?”
Justin looked at her with surprise.
“Where is she?” He repeated back.
“Yeah where is Liv?” Abbie asked with concern in her voice. The DOB on her medical band changed again to 05-12-25. The dentures once again disappeared from her mouth and her hair looked whispy-er. The cataract on her left eye was very visible.
“I don’t know.” Justin said honestly.
“Oh god, she must be so old and so scared and confused because she doesn’t have someone like you with her. We have to find her!” Abbie exclaimed and moved to stand up from the chair but found that the chair rolled forward on it’s own.
They both looked in surprise as Abbie found herself sitting in a wheelchair. Justin turned to see the chair she had been sitting on was now on the other side of the room.
“We have to know where she is though.” He told her.
“Well… ask old me where she is when you talk to her next… and also tell her to stop taking our dentures out! I don’t want to be a toothless old lady in front of my boyfriend.” She insisted.
“I think she’s too old to care about her appearance anymore.” Justin explained.
“That’s so stupid. Have some self-respect girl!” Abbie said of her older self.
“If we can figure out how to make you young again it should make Liv young again too.” Justin pointed out.
“And my mom?” Abbie asked.
Justin got quiet - there was no way Rachel was still around with her daughters in their mid to late 90s, even if she had been especially long-lived.
“Yeah hopefully.” He said finally.
“Okay so what do you got? You’ve been at this longer.” Abbie said clapping her gnarled hands.
“So… the ring. It was my great-grandfathers. My mom found it and gave it to me this morning. It began spinning when I uh… you know… fingered you. And now I can’t take it off. I tried to like mess with it but weird stuff began to happen.” He explained.
“Weird stuff like what?” Abbie asked tilting her white-haired head.
“Um like really weird stuff… Like I might have broken reality for a minute or two.” He said seriously.
“Okay so… let’s not do that…” Abbie said nervously.
“But like I'm almost 100% sure it’s the ring that’s doing this.” He reiterated.
The teenage boy and the old woman looking into one another’s eyes for a moment thinking.
“You need to chop off my finger.” He said finally. “You need to finger bang me again.” She said simultaneously.
They looked at each other wide-eyed. “Wait - what!?” They both asked in surprise.
“Justin - we’re not maiming you!” Abbie said with concern in her shaky voice.
“But - the ring won’t come off.” He explained.
“Okay let’s call cutting your finger off 'plan Z'. Let’s try plans A through Y first… plan A being that we recreate the conditions this whole thing started at.” She reasoned wheeling over to her bed.
“I uh… I think we already tried that.” He said nervously as he followed her.
Abbie reached over with trembling hands and grabbed her dentures again, putting them in her mouth and then turning and raising a grey eyebrow at the boy.
“You tried that specifically?” She asked.
“Um… I dunno. We did a lot of stuff together - it’s been a really weird, long afternoon.” He explained.
“Yeah, you’re telling me.” She said gesturing to her elderly body. “Um, I'm going to need you to help me up to the bed.”
He nodded quickly and scooped the old woman up in his arms. She felt very light now. She wrapped her bony arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss his cheek.
“This would be kind of romantic if I wasn’t so old…” She remarked.
“Yeah and if we weren’t in your room at a nursing home…” He said as he helped her get her robe open.
“Okay, come sex me up, you young whippersnapper…” She said with a grin.
“Uh… Abbie?” He asked wondering if she slipped back into her old mind.
She looked at him like he was being dumb. “Justin. It’s me, I was just making a joke about how old I look. Would granny me really ask you to ‘come sex her up’?” She asked.
“Uh yeah maybe. You’ve said stranger things through all of this.” He replied.
“Well, just come here. I’m kind of anxious to be young again.” She said holding out her arms to him.
The DOB on her medical band now read 05-12-24 as Justin climbed onto the narrow nursing home bed with her and wrapped his arms around her frail wrinkled body.
Before long the couple with a now 76 year age difference between them was making-out like a couple of teenagers. Justin stuck his tongue in her mouth, rattling her dentures as he tried to not put any of his weight on her frail body. Abbie didn’t have the mobility that she was used to and any time she attempted to squirm around her body protested in the form of aches and unnerving cracking sounds. But she did manage to make good use of her trembling hands as they caressed Justin’s body. The boy meanwhile leaned over to suckle on her loose dangling neck skin.
Abbie gasped and shut her eyes tight, thrilled that she still had pleasurable sensation in her neck at this age.
“God, I’m sorry I’m so old and gross right now…” She moaned as she cupped her own shriveled breasts in her hands.
“It’s cool babe, it’s not your fault.” He told her honestly, patting her white-haired head reassuringly as he continued to give the old woman a hickey - which was very easy as her skin bruised almost instantly now.
He suddenly pulled away.
“What?” Abbie asked really enjoying what they were doing.
“I just thought - what if ‘old you’ comes back while we’re uh doing this stuff. She’s going to think I'm a rape-y pervert!” He explained.
Abbie chuckled. “Justin, trust me. Old me is probably thirsty as hell and would feel insanely lucky to find you in bed with her, kissing and fondling this decrepit body… I’m gonna think you’re fine no matter how old I get.” She told him in a quavering old voice.
Justin nodded, finding that to be true to his experience. “Oh! But what if that lady Meredith comes back or another staff member and-”
“And you’ve got your hand stuff up my vag?” Abbie finished the thought with a giggle.
“Yeah!” He exclaimed.
“Okay that one might be an issue - can we like, lock the door or something?” She asked.
“Uh I don’t think so - if you were really an old woman with dementia they wouldn’t want you accidentally locking yourself in, in case of an emergency.” He reasoned.
“Fair point - so maybe we block the door?” She suggested.
“Okay yeah!” Justin said as he hopped off the bed and looked around. He quickly grabbed the chair from the corner of the room and propped it up against the door to wedge it.
“Nice, that should do it!” He said as he turned back to see her lying on the bed pulling her housecoat back over herself.
“Young man, my feet are cold. Could you help me?” She called to him.
He sighed again as he walked over to the end of the bed and tossed a blanket over her gnarled old feet.
“That doesn’t help, they’re still cold under the blanket. Could you warm them up for me?” She asked in a doddering voice that made her sound very helpless.
Justin took a deep breath and nodded. He sat at the edge of the bed and took her pale, age-spotted feet into his hands, rubbing the waxy wrinkled skin. Her toes were all clenched together from age and arthritis but he cupped them in his hands to heat them up.
Abbie reached up to take out her dentures. Justin caught this and held out his hand to stop her.
“Wait don’t!” He said to her.
“Why not?” She asked confused.
“You uh, have a lovely smile.” He said hoping that would work.
She chuckled. “Oh that’s very sweet of you to say but-” She began to take them out again.
“Trust me. Leave in your dentures, your younger self will thank you!” He said.
She didn’t know what that meant but shrugged and left them in and Justin went back to warming her feet.
Justin was in the middle of thinking about how they’d get out of the nursing home if Abbie became young again but nothing else changed. He supposed they’d just be allowed to walk out since they’d both be too young to be residents. He heard the old woman giggling and looked up from his foot warming.
“Whatcha doin’?” She asked in a sing-songy voice.
“What you asked me to do!” He replied.
She giggled harder. “Old me, suckered you into massaging my nasty wrinkled old lady feet? Score! I guess I've still got it!” The elderly woman said, fist-pumping the air with her frail arm.
“Ha ha. Sorry that I care about keeping you comfortable in your old age.” He said defensively.
“Awww what a sweet boyfriend I have… come, let’s get me out of my old age.” She said holding out her arms to him.
He moved up to lay next to her again and they proceeded to make out some more as he reached down to unstrap her Depends. He cringed a little.
“Yeah I told you I didn’t want to wear a diaper, it kind of kills the romance.” She lamented.
“It’s cool, it’s cool, just… you haven’t like pissed yourself right?” He asked seriously.
“Ewwww! Gross!!!” She said weakly slapping his chest.
“I had to ask!” He replied.
“Ugh, this is the worst!” She complained closing her eyes and cuddling next to him. “I wish I was 16 again. I wish I was 16 again. I wish I was 16 again.” She began to chant.
He rubbed his fingers against her dry vaginal lips causing the old woman to wince.
“Woops sorry, uh should lube up.” He said opening the bedside table.
There was nothing except pill bottles and mail.
“Um maybe on your side.” He suggested to her as he gently climbed over her to check. There were various odds and ends inside but no bottle of lube.
“Do you really think old me is keeping lube handy at the ripe old age of -” She paused to bring her medical band up to her good eye. “95? Holy crap I’m old!” She said surprised.
“Maybe in the cabinet in the bathroom…” Justin suggested.
“No time babe, I’m getting older by the second. Just er, use your natural lube.” She insisted.
“Uh…” Justin paused not knowing what she meant by that.
Abbie gave a wheezing sigh before pulling her dentures out. “Here hold out your fingers Jay.” She directed him.
Justin held his fingers out and the elderly woman leaned over and sucked on them. Her toothless mouth around his fingers felt really nice and Justin became stiff at the sensation. She slid her mouth off them with a big smacking sound.
“There - now make me young again!” She exclaimed in a shaking voice.
He pulled her frail body close to his and reached his hand down to slide his fingers into her elderly hole. They didn’t slide in as easily as they had in the past and Abbie cringed a bit as Justin fumbled around attempting to part her loose wrinkly labia but soon he was finger banging her.
She cooed softly pressing her old body against his chest and closing her eyes as the sensation of his fingers inside of her filled Abbie with bliss. Justin concentrated watching to see if it was working. He watched closely for several minutes of pumping his index and ring finger in and out of her. His eye was on her birthdate to see if it changed. Finally, it did.
The DOB turned to 05-12-23. His girlfriend was now 96 years old - a whopping 80 years older than she should be.
He heard snoring next to him and he pulled his fingers out from her then gently shook her awake.
“Wha- oh sorry I must have nodded off… I have like 0 energy as an old lady.” She explained. Then she saw Justin’s face. “It- it didn’t work did it?” She asked sadly.
Justin shook his head and hugged her. “But no matter what happens I'll be here by your side.”
That’s when Abbie shot upright - wincing and rubbing her back at the pain from the sudden movement.
“That’s it!” She quavered.
“What?” Justin asked excitedly but not following.
“Okay the entire time this has been going on you’ve been with me right? Like you’ve never left my side no matter how old I got?” She asked.
“Well I mean - I went to the bathroom one time and uh went down the hall another…” He said trying to remember.
“But you never left whatever building I was in? You never went home?” She asked insistently.
“No - never. I wouldn’t leave you while this was happening to you, bae.” He said honestly.
Abbie clapped her old hands together excitedly. “You’ve got to go Justin - if you leave then I bet the ring will stop and I won’t get any older, hell maybe everything will just go back to normal!”
“Wait - you want me to just leave you here? In a nursing home? As a 96-year-old woman?” Justin asked baffled.
“Not forever baby. Just - go home, find out what you can about the ring. See if your great-granddad knew what it did and maybe he figured out how to change me back!” She said leaning over to kiss Justin on the lips.
“Okay! I’ll go home and find out how to fix this! I love you Abbie!” He said hugging her and kissing her again.
“I love you too baby!” She quavered.
He turned toward the door.
“Leaving already?” Abbie quavered behind him.
He turned back around and smiled at her. “Yeah I’ve got to head home. But I’ll be back to visit soon!” He assured her.
“Oh all right. Have a pleasant evening… would you let the nurse on duty know that I appear to have had an accident again…” She said reaching down to feel the moistness at her crotch.
“Uh sure… will do!” He said anxious to leave the room before she got any older. But something caught his eye.
Among the pictures of family was a very pretty teenage girl dressed in the kind of clothing his girlfriend wore before all of this began. She was blonde and looked uncannily like a teenage version of the old woman laying in the bed behind him.
“Hey, who is this?” He asked bringing the framed picture over to her.
She took the picture in her trembling hands and brought it close to get a good look at it.
“Oh that’s my great-grandniece.... That is to say, my niece's granddaughter. Little Addison… though I suppose she’s not so little anymore. Addie is… oh she must be around your age now. She’s a lovely girl, you should meet her. I think you two would really hit it off!” The old woman said with a wrinkly smile, reaching over to pat Justin’s hand.
“Uh yeah… maybe I will.” He said amazed at how hot Liv’s great-granddaughter was.
He put the picture back where he got it and waved goodnight to Abbie, hoping that she wouldn’t be stuck here too long without him.
He checked out at the front desk. He hadn’t signed up for this volunteer work but he was clearly on their roster… maybe there would be a way to get Abbie’s youth back AND keep these volunteer credits for school.
Justin walked out of the building and looked around. “Shit… I'm on the other side of town!” He realized… maybe one of these bikes was his but he had no clue which one. He brought his hand up to his chin in contemplation and then remembered the ring.
Holding his hand up to his face, he realized with immense joy that it was no longer spinning. He examined it closely and attempted to take it off but it still wouldn’t budge. He hoped that was enough.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 16:19:45 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-out by ChronoEclipse
Epilogue
It had been a long strange day. Justin had come over that day to chill and make-out with his teenage girlfriend and left after changing her diaper in a nursing home. When he finally made it back to his street he looked at Abbie’s house. A car was pulling into the driveway and a middle-aged woman with short blonde hair got out. He recognized Becca and realized that she was the gym teacher at his school now.The passenger side door opened and the pretty girl from the picture in Abbie’s room jumped out. Addison waved at him as he walked by. He gave a small wave and smile back. Was she friends with him now? More than friends?He walked into the front door to find his mom sitting at the counter talking on the phone again.“Oh hold on one second Yolanda.” She said into the phone. “Hey! How was volunteering?” She turned around to ask him.“Uh… fine.” He said shrugging not wanting to really go into it.“Did you see Miss Pendleton?” His mom asked.Justin didn’t like the way she said that - was she implying that he went to the nursing home to hook up with an elderly woman?“Yeah… why?” He asked suspiciously.“Oh just asking! She’s such a sweet old lady. How is she doing?” Diane replied then put the phone back up to her ear. “Justin volunteered today at the nursing home our old neighbor lives at now… Yes! Old Miss Pendleton! Remember when we were kids she would bake cookies for us!... I know, what a dear old thing…. Oh she’s got to be up there now, I mean she was really old when you and I were Justin’s age.” She turned back to Justin. “How old is Miss Pendleton now?”Justin couldn’t believe his mom was talking about Abbie like she was some doddering old granny from the neighborhood.“Uh she’s 96 now.” He replied.“Oh my goodness she’s 96! Can you believe it? I hope we’re still as spry as she is when we get to be that age!” Diane said into the phone with a laugh.“Ummmm hey ma, you said you found some letters between Great-grandpa Zach and Great-Grandma Britney? Where are they. I kind of want to check them out… and anything else you have of theres.” He asked fidgeting in place.“Oh they’re in a box on the shelf in the hall. Anything else would be up in the attic. Did wearing the ring today spark your interest in family history?” She asked with a grin and then turned to the phone again. “I gave Justin a really cool ring this morning that belonged to his great-grandmother… I know!”Justin nodded and backed out of the kitchen to grab the box of letters in the hallway.“Oh hey! Miss Radcliffe called…” His mom yelled behind him.“Shit.” Justin cursed under his breath, having forgotten that the old witch was going to get him in trouble… but wait, if he wasn’t going two doors down to visit his girlfriend but rather now had gone across town to the nursing home then… he couldn’t have cut through Miss Radcliffe’s yard… so then what was she complaining about?“She said she needs some help with her garden tomorrow and… I volunteered you. Sorry!” His mom said grimacing sympathetically. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise - but you’re on a roll with bringing joy to the lives of little old ladies, I figured why stop there?” She said with a giggle.“You SO owe me!” Justin said shaking his head.He ran upstairs and slammed the door to his room. He tossed the box on the bed and then opened his phone. He saw the picture of Abbie and Liv from the 1940s. Okay. So they haven’t gone back to normal but at least it’s been like a while and they haven’t gotten any older. The aging seemed to stop when he left. So now he just had to figure out how to reverse it and hope that none of the old women that are supposed to be young women have like heart attacks or anything during the night.He wished he could text Abbie right now. Instead, he flopped onto his bed and opened the box of letters. They all looked really old and yellowed except for one that was still in a sealed envelope. He used his finger to tear it open and pulled the handwritten letter out from inside.“To who it may concern,
My name is Zach Hannigan, If you are reading this letter it probably means that I am dead. I messed up big time and me and my girlfriend Britney suffered the consequences for it. I’m writing my story down here for the record, even though my own family won’t even believe it. If you find the ring with this letter - whatever you do - DO NOT PUT IT ON!....”
THE END?
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Post by thetreerollins on Dec 16, 2019 23:59:55 GMT -6
Okay apologies in advance that my contest story turned into a literal novella. I'm breaking it up into 15 chapters and an epilogue. Throughout the story, there will be links to songs played throughout it. I encourage you to listen to these songs as you read that section of the story to give you a better feel for the scene. I have thoughts and ideas for a sequel that I may write sooner rather than later depending on the reception this story gets - so if you like it and have thoughts on it please chime in! Ha. Love a good novella 😉
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Post by thetreerollins on Dec 17, 2019 5:44:33 GMT -6
Okay apologies in advance that my contest story turned into a literal novella. I'm breaking it up into 15 chapters and an epilogue. Throughout the story, there will be links to songs played throughout it. I encourage you to listen to these songs as you read that section of the story to give you a better feel for the scene. I have thoughts and ideas for a sequel that I may write sooner rather than later depending on the reception this story gets - so if you like it and have thoughts on it please chime in! Ha. Love a good novella 😉 Only partway thru. For a lot of reasons. But this is great. Haven’t figured out how the ring works yet, or the role of either the mom or the old lady just yet (also wonder if either is just a sequel tentacle). But this story is fun. Terrifically fun. Love the quick year progressions. And the POV of the man in the story is interesting. More thoughts soon. But lots of fun here. Thx for the labor of love Chrono
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Post by addwulf on Dec 17, 2019 16:14:13 GMT -6
Okay apologies in advance that my contest story turned into a literal novella. I'm breaking it up into 15 chapters and an epilogue. Throughout the story, there will be links to songs played throughout it. I encourage you to listen to these songs as you read that section of the story to give you a better feel for the scene. I have thoughts and ideas for a sequel that I may write sooner rather than later depending on the reception this story gets - so if you like it and have thoughts on it please chime in! Well that was a blast! Skimmed and have to read all of it later, but you guys know I suck at giving feedback so I'm trying an early approach.
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Post by APLover on Dec 17, 2019 18:09:26 GMT -6
Absolutely fantastic story chronoeclipse! Is there a chance for you to make a sequel to it? Perhaps having him figure out how his ring works as Miss Radcliff gets younger and friskier? And also hopefully a follow up that lets us see Abbie get her youth back.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 17, 2019 23:45:27 GMT -6
Absolutely fantastic story chronoeclipse! Is there a chance for you to make a sequel to it? Perhaps having him figure out how his ring works as Miss Radcliff gets younger and friskier? And also hopefully a follow up that lets us see Abbie get her youth back. Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I am indeed strongly considering writing a sequel and if I do, there's a strong likelihood that we'll see a young, frisky Miss Radcliffe among lots of other things. I would love to hear any thoughts and suggestions for what people might like to see in a sequel after they've read this. What I might do is make a separate thread to discuss sequel thoughts and suggestions. Thanks again for the comments!
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