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Post by chronoeclipse on Mar 24, 2020 13:55:51 GMT -6
Okay! Here it is - a new game inspired by the movie the Breakfast Club. I'm going to start with a kind of lengthy intro without any AP in it because I really want everyone to have a good sense of the characters before we begin playing with them. Skip it if you must but I think you'll have a lot more fun with the story as it progresses if you read through it! The new rules of this game are thus:Each participant (Meaning YOU the reader) can request ONE character to change per entry. You can have the character change PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY or BOTH by replying to the most recent entry with something like: ISABELLA - Mentally 17, Physically 45or ZOE - 89 both Mentally and PhysicallyYou all can make requests for changes after each entry and those changes will all be reflected in the following entry. Don't worry about choosing a character that has already been chosen - I will write the changes in order. So for example if someone requests Isabella to become physically 70 and then another person requests that she becomes both physically and mentally 30 - i'll age her up to 70 first, let the characters play with that for a little bit and then regress her down to 30 before the end of the entry. But some of the real fun might come from seeing who the person above you has selected to change and choosing a character and age you think could play well off of that! You are all also welcome to make suggestions for things you would like to see but in this game I'm going to take suggestions as just that - suggestions that I will only utilize if I think that I can work them into the story in a fun cohesive way. The best way to give suggestions would be to include in your responses general things you'd like to see more of like: "I would love to see the girls get old lady perms" or "I would like to see more weight gain" or "More sex would be great!" or "I really like it when characters get old and fart a lot!" You can even feel free to throw in suggestions for the characters backstories or personality like "What if Zoe is really into Manga?" or "Maybe Isabella's mom works in a nursing home and knows about aging?", I'm also happy for suggestions on new characters that can enter the story that might represent people-types not in the main cast. I love hearing ideas and suggestions like these - I may not utilize all of them but i'm happy to engage with any ideas/theories or thoughts throughout the story! And general suggestions give me more flexibility to weave your preferences and ideas into the story in a way that makes sense for the story - as opposed to more specific requests like: "Have Isabella put her right hand on Zoe's left knee while the boys hold hands and sing the pledge of allegiance behind them and then they all take turns kissing each others butt cheeks."
Anyway i'll try to do my best to make this really fun and exciting for everyone participating and I hope you all join in and have a great time with it! Now without further ado let's meet the cast of characters: Name: Dylan "Ripper" Peretti True Age: 18 Mental Age: 90 Physical Age: 90 Label: Delinquent------------------------------------- Name: Isabella Hutchinson True Age: 17 Mental Age: 17 Physical Age: 120 Label: Freak
---------------------------------------- Name: Jordyn Bambert True Age: 18 Mental Age: 18 Physical Age: 98 Label: Slut------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Zoe Hartnell True Age: 16 Mental Age: 18 Physical Age: 58 Label: Horse Girl---------------------------------------------- Name: Kimberly Dawson True Age: 16 Mental Age: 44 Physical Age: 70 Label: Jock------------------------------------------------- Name: Noah "Queefer" Keefer True Age: 17 Mental Age: 17 Physical Age: 17 Label: Nerd----------------------------------------------------------- Name: Dr. Victoria Cross True Age: 54 Mental Age: 18 Physical Age: 50 Title: High School Principal
**Photoshopping and Art Direction by SpyGuy**
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Post by chronoeclipse on Mar 24, 2020 14:49:33 GMT -6
Dylan “Ripper” Peretti sat at a lone desk in the middle of the school library, diligently carving a design into the wooden surface in front of him with a butterfly knife. The quiet is punctuated by the double doors swinging open and an angry looking girl with long purple hair storming in with her hands held out to push aside anything else in her way. Dylan glances up briefly but remains focused on his carving project.
As the heavily pierced girl dressed in a band shirt and black skirt marched past Ripper, he held out his hand in a fist.
“Sup Bella.” He mumbled.
She smirked and fist bumped him back on her way to an empty desk diagonally behind him. She then kicked off her boots and propped her fishnet stocking-clad legs up onto the desk, wiggling her dark purple-painted toes. She tilted her head back immediately looking bored.
Her look of boredom turned to disgusts as the doors opened again to reveal a blonde girl in a cheerleading outfit.
“Fucking Jordyn Bambert…” Isabella mutters under her breath.
Jordyn pauses at the sight of the two tattooed teens sneering at her from the desks but then flips her hair and walks confidently over. She chooses a desk two down from Ripper and sits down with great posture, opening her bag to pull out some gum and pop the stick in her mouth and then grabbed her phone and proceeded to rapidly text someone, giving side-eye to the purple-haired girl the entire time.
When she was done with her barrage of texts she set the phone down on the desk in front of her and dared to glance over at the boy to her right. Ripper grinned and lifted his fingers into a V shape in front of his mouth and proceeded to lewdly wiggle his tongue between them.
Jordyn gave him a disgusted and scandalized look, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. But subtly wiggled her tight little butt in her seat grinding into the chair a bit and hiking up her cheerleading skirt.
“Oh what? Rip’s the ONE guy in the school that you don’t want to eat you out?” Isabella asked flippantly.
Jordyn flipped around to stare daggers at the punk girl.
“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.” She said in a huffy voice.
“How about you dignify this.” Isabella says flipping the blonde off with both fingers.
“Oh real nice. Real classy.” Jordyn countered, dripping with sarcasm.
“You can sit on it.” Isabella spat at the cheerleader, narrowing her eyes at her.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you? I bet you get wet at the idea of sticking your grubby little fingers inside me.” Jordyn hissed at her angrily.
“Ladies! Ladies!” Ripper said grinning.
The two girls both turned their heads sharply to look at him.
“Keep going - this is fucking hot!” He says with a laugh.
The girls open their mouths to tell him off when the door opens again slightly and a mousy girl with glasses and long straight brown hair slips into the room nervously. Her posture is slouchy and one corner of her oversized Doctor Who sweater slips over her shoulder. She brings her hand up to her mouth and begins gnawing at her cuticle as she shuffles timidly over to the rest of the group.
Isabella gives a surprised smile. “Wow…” She mouths leaning back in her desk and propping her feet up once again.
Jordyn rolls her eyes, thinking that she couldn’t care less. She goes back to scrolling on her phone.
Ripper eyes the slender girl, intrigued as she slumps into a desk in front of him. He takes stock of her from, from her messy hair to her too-long sleeves, to her jean shorts to her rainbow-colored tights and her feet in black flats with one foot tucked under the other shyly - to the fact that she was going to town on the side of her thumb.
“Hey - save some for dessert.” He joked.
The girl waved a floppy-sleeve covered hand at him without turning around, as if to shoo him off.
“Hey! Hey!” Ripper says snapping his fingers at her. “You know this is detention right? Like where all the bad kiddies go… this isn't My Little Pony club or whatever.”
The brunette girl flips around and looks at him angrily.
“I know that! I have detention all right!?” She yells.
“Woo! That escalated fast.” Isabella comments from the back.
Ripper just smiles seemingly unphased by the girl shouting at him.
“Hey.” He says calmly and quietly. “What’s your name?”
The girl hesitates still compulsively chewing at her nail. She sighs and takes the finger out of her mouth to respond.
“Zoe. Zoe Hartnell.” She says waving at him reluctantly.
“Hi Zoe, i’m Dylan… most people call me Ripper.” He says gesturing to himself then turns and motions to Isabella. “That’s Isabella, she’s another regular and that over there is Princess…” He motions to Jordyn giving her the opportunity to introduce herself as if he couldn’t think of her name.
Jordyn turns and looks at him, wondering why he was bringing her into this. Finally she rolls her eyes and looks at Zoe.
“Jordyn. My name's Jordyn.” She says sounding offended that Ripper didn’t know it.
“Yeah, I know… we have Biology together.” Zoe points out.
“Oh… cool…” Jordyn says, giving the geek girl a fake smile before returning to her phone.
The double doors swing open once more and the four of them look up as the principal, Dr. Cross, marches in clutching the arm of a pretty tan-skin girl dressed in shorts and an athletic top in one hand and a nerdy ginger boy with glasses and a hoodie in the other. She releases them and points at the desks whether the other kids are sitting.
“Ho-lee shit! Queefer!? You’re in detention? Am I dreaming right now? Is this real life?” Ripper yells excitedly.
The redheaded boy stares at his sneakers looking like he doesn’t dare make eye-contact with the other boy.
“Language Mister Peretti!” Dr. Cross snaps. “Or would you like to add another week to your running total?” She eyes him sternly.
Ripper smirks and holds up his hands in relent, not saying another word.
“Feet down miss Hutchinson!” The principal yells pointing at Isabella and motioning to the floor.
The purple-haired girl rolls her eyes and sighs as she reluctantly slides her legs off the desk and sits up, refusing to make eye contact with Dr. Cross.
Jordyn quickly slips her cellphone behind her back and into her waistband.
“What did you just hide behind your back Miss Bambert!?” The middle-aged woman asked, her eyes whipping over to the cheerleader.
“Nothing Dr. Cross.” Jordyn replied with a sweet innocence in her voice.
“Nice try but I saw you slip something behind there…” The principal insisted, not buying the act.
Jordyn gave a pouty frown. She closed her eyes and sighed, nodding. “Okay… I didn’t want to be a tattle-tale but… Isabella passed me a note…” She said, pulling a folded square of paper out from the band of her skirt.
Ripper and Isabella both look at Jordyn in baffled amazement.
“Hey I didn’t do-” Isabella began to protest as the teacher stomped over to the cheerleader and took the note from her hand and opened it.
Dr. Cross smirked as she read it.
“Keep the comments to your own time, Miss Hutchinson. That’s an extra day of detention for you.” The principal said coolly as she crumpled the paper.
“Are you serious!? I didn’t do anything!” Isabella yelled, kicking the desk in front of her angrily.
“And no gum chewing Miss Bambert.” The principal says with pursed lips as she holds the note out in her hand in front of the cheerleader.
Jordyn clenches her jaw, her teacher’s pet facade crumbling a bit as she grabs the gum with her index finger and thumb and plops it down onto the paper. Dr. Cross swiftly moves to the wastebasket and tosses it in.
“No gum, no notes, no cell phones, no talking. This is detention. You are all here because you showed a blatant disregard for the rules of this school. You will remain here this afternoon until I determine that it is the appropriate time to let you leave.” The principal says loudly to the group as she paces in front of them with her hands folded behind her back.
Zoe raises her hand. The principal eyes her warningly.
“Miss Hartnell?” Dr. Cross asks in a ‘this better be good’ tone of voice.
“Um I left my homework in my backpack in my locker… may I go get it?” She asks timidly.
“This is not a time for you to do homework or for you to goof around. While you are in detention you are to sit here and think about the choices you made that resulted in your being here today… But since you sound like you are feeling particularly ambitious you all can write a paper on respect, dignity and young people should act appropriately.” The principal instructs pointing to a stack of paper and pens up at the information desk.
The group collectively groans.
“I’ll be checking in regularly.” She adds ominously as she turns swiftly and walks out of the room.
The six teens sit silently for a few moments as they hear Dr. Cross’ heels click down the hallway. Once they can no longer hear her they all relax and resume interacting with one another.
“Are you fucking kidding me!? I didn’t write you a note!” Isabella shouts angrily at Jordyn.
Jordyn smirks and shrugs. “But Dr. Cross doesn’t know that.” She says as she happily pulls her phone out.
“That was stone COLD Jordyn. Where did you get the note from anyway?” Ripper asks out of curiosity.
Jordyn snorts a laugh. “Always come prepared. That’s what coach Jennifer always says.” She says sounding very proud of herself.
“Oh I am so going to kick your ass for that, you prissy little bitch!” Isabella says clutching her hands into fists of rage.
“She’s not worth it. You lay a finger on you and her parents will sue your family for every penny they have.” The sporty girl with the auburn pony-tail chimed in from the front row.
“Don’t be jealous Kimberly… it’s not a good look on you.” Jordyn retorts not taking her eyes off her phone.
“Queefs! Buddy! What in the hell did you do to end up here! I’m dying to know!” Ripper says to the redheaded boy, walking over to him and slapping his shoulder hard making the kid flinch.
Ripper grabs a loose chair and turns it backward in front of the ginger kid, sitting in it with his tattooed arms folded across the back of the chair and his chiseled chin resting on his forearm as he waits for the story intently.
The scrawny boy looks very nervous as he begins to sweat and push up his glasses.
“Um - She started it.” He mumbles nervously pointing at Kimberly.
Kimberly gives him a dangerous look. “Hey! That’s a lie. You take that back now or we’re going to have an instant replay of what happened outside.” She says holding her muscular, toned arm up with her hand clenched in a fist.
Queefer holds his hands up defensively, giving a scared groan and shying away from the pretty brunette. “Okay! It’s a lie! I did it!” He says trembling.
Ripper sighs, losing his patience. “Did WHAT Queefer? I’m asking WHAT DID YOU DO!? Don’t test me. You know I don’t give you a warning before I punch you.” He says pointing at the nerdy kid seriously.
“I uh… I uh…” Queefer begins to stammer.
Zoe, not wanting to watch this any longer, gets up with her head held down and marches over to the stacks of books, pulling out a well-worn copy of The Iron Prince by Julie Kagawa and slumping back down in the corner desk to read a random chapter of it.
“Hey leave him alone Ripper. You’re going to make the dude piss his pants.” Isabella intercedes.
“Psshhh - useless.” Ripper says pushing the redheaded boy's forehead before scooching his chair over to the girl with the ponytail.
The ginger lets out a relieved sigh and adjusts his glasses. Isabella, feeling like she did her good deed for the day props her legs back up on the desk and leans back.
“So - Queefs is a total waste of space, maybe you can enlighten us as to how you and he ended up in detention as it seems to me that whatever happened involves both of you.” The tattooed boy says pointing at the two teens sitting in the front row.
Kimberly shrugs. “Yeah there’s not much to tell. The little geek was creeping on me as I was putting on my socks and trainers so I needed to teach him a lesson.” She says matter-of-factly.
Ripper lights up with a huge grin.
“Oh this is priceless!” He exclaims looking over at Queefer and then back at Kimberly.
“I didn’t creep on you!” The nerdy boy shouted, getting worked up.
“You got your ass kicked!” Ripper said gleefully.
Kimberly flashes Queefer a warning look and the boy slinks down in his chair again.
“I didn’t creep on you.” He said quieter “... I was just paying you a compliment.”
“By a girl!” Ripper finishes his thought in a fit of laughter.
Kimberly turns to the other girls in the room. “He told me he liked my toenails.”
Jordyn gave a look like she was going to throw up; Zoe seemed perplexed and Isabella, looking down at her own toes, visible through the openings of her fishnet stockings, then caught Queefer observing them as well and quickly pulled her feet down from the desk and tucked her legs under her to hide them from view.
“I was just saying it was impressive that your pedicure held up so well since you’re active on your feet every day!” Queefer explained defensively.
“Why were you keeping track, freak!?” Kimberly shot back angrily.
“Woah okay so Queefer like tried to suck your toes or whatever and then you what? You socked him in the mouth?” Ripper asked picturing it.
“Nah, I just walked over and punched him in the gut and body-slammed him onto the bleachers. Unfortunately Principal Cross happened to be walking by and saw the whole thing.” Kimberly explained.
“And gave us BOTH detention.” Queefer added.
“Couch Matthews said that she would have just let it go but since the Principal was there her hands were tied but luckily she also got the dork tossed in here too for harassing me.” She said shrugging.
“I wasn’t-” Queefer started to protest but then sighed and let it go.
“What. A. Loser.” Ripper said with a chuckle as he walked back to his desk, flicking Queefer in his ear on the way.
“So… that’s my story. What are the rest of you in for?” Kimberly asks looking around.
The rest of the group became silent, avoiding eye contact awkwardly.
“C’Mon! I spilled my guts to all of you and that’s it?” Kimberly asked annoyed?
“Fine… I mean it’s not even anything you probably haven’t already heard.” Isabella says stretching in her desk. “I called Mrs. Kryton a fat skank.”
Kimberly and Ripper chuckle at the comment.
“A fat OLD skank.” Zoe says from behind her book.
“I’m sorry?” Isabella asks, taken aback.
“You called her a fat OLD skank.” Zoe corrected again, putting her book down.
“What? Were you like there?” The punk girl asks defensively.
“No but you also wrote it all over the mirror in the girls bathroom.” Zoe pointed out.
“Oh… so yeah, I guess I called her a fat OLD skank…. Which, in all fairness, is pretty accurate.” Isabella concedes.
Kimberly and Ripper shrugged and nodded at the assessment.
“So what about you - you’re like in here every day right? What did you do?” Kimberly asked Ripper.
Ripper smirks coyly. “You know - there’s so much bullshit that gets pinned on me around here and so much shit i’ve done that they haven’t caught me for that I don’t even remember what my original sin was.” He says cracking the bones in his neck.
“He started a fire in the first-floor boys bathroom.” Queefer blurted out.
Ripper stared at him with his jaw clenched. “You trying to show off to the girls now you little snitch? You think that’s going to make them like you?”
“No- no- sorry.” The redhead said meekly.
Ripper eased at and shrugged at the girls. “It might have been that… or it could have been when I stole the rims off the superintendent's Lexas.”
“Okay but what I’m really dying to find out is what Library Card over here did to end up in detention.” Isabella said thumbing over at Zoe.
Zoe bit her lip as her rainbow-colored leg jiggled nervously. She tried to ignore them, flipping the page of her book.
“Pass.” She mumbles.
“You can’t pass. It’s not that kind of game. What did you do?... You cheat on a test?” Isabella probes.
Zoe gives an annoyed look, pushing the bottom half of her jaw forward. “No.”
“Did you come in late a lot?” Kimberly tries.
“No, i'm never tardy.” Zoe says curtly, flipping to the next page.
“Oh my god did you use your supernatural Carrie powers to break all the lights in the gym?” Isabella said dramatically with a grin.
Zoe rolled her eyes.
Isabella stood up and walked over in her stocking to the mousy girl.
“C’mon - play with us! Dr. Cox makes us all wait in here like for HOURS doing nothing and it’s wicked boring. We’re never going to make it through this if we don’t entertain one another. You can just sit off by yourself reading kids books!” The punk girl explained before quickly grabbing the book out of Zoe’s hands.
Zoe stood up angrily! “They’re not kids books! They’re all-ages literature!”
“Woah chill out! Sorry I insulted your Harry Potter book.” Isabella says handing the book back.
Zoe takes it and tucks in neatly under her arm. “This isn’t part of the Harry Potter series… this is the second book in the Iron Fey series… an arguably superior heptalogy but J.K. Rowling is better at marketing… not that I dislike her work. I’ve authored many well-received HP fanfics.” She explains pushing the glasses up on her button nose.
Isabella looks back at Kimberly to see if she understood any of that. The athlete shrugged and shook her head, signaling that all of that went completely over her head.
“Cool… so… what did you do to get detention that’s so embarrassing that you don’t want to say? You have sex in the teacher's lounge or something?” Isabella jokes with a laugh.
Zoe immediately blushes and looks shamefully down at her shoes.
“Oh my god. She did!” Kimberly says in disbelief as she jumps from her desk and runs over to next to Isabella.
“Who was it with!? You HAVE to tell us now!” The purple-haired girl insists as she and Kimberly back Zoe against the side of one of the book stacks.
“No one…” Zoe said quietly slinking down and refusing to make eye contact.
“C’mon! Who was it with? We can keep a secret. Was it the ginger kid over there?” Kimberly asks pointing to Queefer.
“Ew no!” Zoe says quickly and then peaks her head around the girls to give a sympathetic to the nerdy boy sitting at the desk. “Um - no offense.”
Queefer sighs.
“Was it a teacher?” Isabella asked excitedly really hoping for some juicy gossip.
“No… I told you it wasn’t with anybody…” Zoe insisted, beat red with embarrassment.
“Well it had to be with someone-” Kimberly began to say and then both she and Isabella looked at each other wide-eyed.
“You were caught JILLING OFF in the teachers lounge!?” Isabella exclaimed in amazed disbelief.
“I thought the door locked… I didn’t realize that all the teachers have a key…” Zoe mumbles pushing past the girls.
Ripper claps with a huge grin and Queefer tries not to smile. Even Jordyn, still scrolling on her phone, smirks without looking up.
“Oh-ho man! I mean - I know sometimes you just need to get off… as Jordyn here loves to demonstrate. But what was soooo hot that you couldn’t wait until 3pm to go home and diddle yourself in the comfort of your own bed?” Isabella said with a fit of giggles.
“Look! I told you guys what happened. I'm not saying another word on the matter so just drop it okay!?” Zoe exclaims looking vexed as she sits back down at a desk and buries her face into her arms.
“Okay well… that just leaves you Jordy… what are you in for?” Kimberly asks with a smirk, sitting up on the desk in front of Jordyn with her feet on the chair.
The blonde cheerleader flashes some side-eye at the tanned athlete.
“I’m not really part of this little bonding exercise you’re all doing so I’ll just keep my beeswax to myself and you can mind yours, thank you.” Jordyn says with a forced smile as she stands up from her desk, drops her cell into her bag and walks to the back of the room where she proceeds to practice stretches and high kicks.
“I know this one! You girls don’t know this? It was the fucking talk of the town over the weekend. Evidently Jordyn was caught sucking off her boyfriend, right here in this very library - over there between rows C and D - The fantasy section. That’s where Jordyn likes to make a lot of guys fantasies come true.” Ripper explained and then looked over at Zoe. “So if that book of yours is sticky… now you know why.”
Zoe lifted her head to examine the book, pinching it by the corner and grimacing.
Jordyn stopped her kicks and marched over to Ripper and gave him an open-handed slap.
Ripper looked mad for a second and then grinned at the blonde. “That mean we can go explore the stacks later, Cupcake?”
“Ugh you’re the worst.” She hisses at him.
“So - why isn’t your boyfriend in detention too then? Unless…” Kimberly asks pointing with disbelief at Queefer.
Jordyn looked horrified that Kimberly would even make that suggestion.
“Oh god no!” Jordyn cried. She then composed herself. “My boyfriend doesn’t go to this school - I have a refined taste in partners so I only date college guys.” She states proudly.
“'I only date older boy…'” Isabella mimicked mockingly, rolling her eyes.
Kimberly claps. “Okay, so we all said what we got detention for - what’s the next game?”
“Next game?” Ripper asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah Izzy over there said we need to kill hours of time so - what do we do next?” Kimberly asked excitedly.
Suddenly the lights in the room flash and sizzle with electricity before returning to normal.
“Um... what was that?” Jordyn asks nervously.
“I knew you had Carrie-powers!” Isabella exclaims pointing at Zoe.
“That wasn’t me…” Zoe said cautiously looking up at the lights that were now glowing a slightly different color.
“It’s probably just a faulty circuit. This building is so old and the county is so cheap that the wiring in this place probably hasn’t been touched since the 70s.” Queefer explained trying to rationalize it.
“Is that a real thing?” Kimberly asked him seriously.
“I don’t know, probably?” He said honestly.
Ripper leans back in his chair and takes the vape pen from behind his ear and begins to casually smoke it. “Hope it’s something that gets us out of here.”
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Post by Hideyoshi lacan on Mar 24, 2020 14:50:47 GMT -6
Zoe- mentally 16, physically 46
Would be interesting if she has an inner battle as she starts to act more like an middle aged lady despite her best efforts not to.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Mar 25, 2020 16:20:02 GMT -6
"Yeah it's probably just faulty wiring like the geek said." Kimberly says rolling her shoulders and extending her toned arms out to stretch them.
Isabella tongues her lip ring looking around at the other 5 teens. She claps her hands. "I know! Whose up for a good ol' fashioned game of Truth or Dare?" She asks with a smirk.
Jordyn rolls her eyes. "O.M.G. you are soooo immature." She says sitting down at the desk in front of her and pouting.
"How is Truth or Dare immature?" Isabella asked, giving the cheerleader an incredulous look.
"It's something like tween girls play at sleep overs. Some of us have just outgrown that sort of thing." The blonde explains looking at her pink-painted fingernails.
"Oh get over yourself! We're the same age!" Isabella counters.
"No! I just turned 18 last month." Jordyn pointed out.
"That's semantic nonsense! We're the same age! And like teens play Truth or dare too. C'mon back me up guys." Isabella argued.
"I'm just heart broken I wasn't invited to Jordyn's 18th birthday party." Ripper jokes with a smirk.
As Isabella and Jordyn begin to bicker Zoe starts to feel tingly.
"Um... I feel kind of funny." She mumbles.
Nobody hears her as they are all focused on the argument between the punk and the cheerleader. But then Zoe begins to change. Her face suddenly matures, the remaining baby fat of her teens gives way to slender, adult features of a very pretty college-age girl. She even gains another inch of height as her shorts look very short on her rainbow-stocking clad thighs. Her shirt also lifted slightly as her breasts grew giving a peak of her flat stomach and inny belly button.
Queefer glanced over and then did a double-take at the pretty 20-something geek-girl that was sitting where his teenage classmate had been. A boner pitched in his pants as her saw her teen clothing looking a bit too small for her womanly adult body. But as he watched Zoe continued to get older - quickly she appeared to enter her 30s as feint lines appeared on her adorable face and a slightly double chin began to form under it. The ginger boy stared at the girls chest and watched it begin to slowly slide down a few centimeters. Her thighs were also losing their coltishness as cellulite began to appear and then pack on her legs and ass as she slipped through her mid 30s. She wasn't fat but she did have the soft bottom-heavy figure of a couch potato. Crinkles were now visible around her eyes under her glasses and creases were appearing beside her button nose and mouth. Worry lines were snaking their way across her forehead as she approached 40 and Queefer could even spot a few strands of gray appear in her brown hair.
As she hit the big 4-0 the middle-aged nerd girl jumped out from her desk and looked down in horror at her body. Her waist and stomach were softening into a bit of a tummy that was on the verge of becoming a gut and oozing out from under her small - formerly form-fitting t-shirt. Her shorts were ripping at the ass seem as her booty enlarged, her socks no longer fit and her getting pushed down by her flabby thighs. Her breasts sloped further really taxing her teen bra that was a couple cup sizes too small as her nipples began to point more toward the floor than the ceiling. The out-of-shape 46 year old in ill-fitting teen clothes looked down at herself and screamed.
The other 4 teens all looked over and their jaws dropped.
"Holy mid-life crisis batman!" Isabella gasps.
"Zoe....?" Kimberly asks in disbelief.
The middle-aged brunette nods with a horrified look on her face.
"What happened to me!?" She cries feeling her face and body to confirm that it was real.
"I think i'm going to be sick!" Jorydn says running behind the info desk to find a waste basket.
"I'm-i'm only 16!" Zoe wails.
"I'd estimate that you're approximately 46 now." Queefer offers.
The girls all give him dirty looks.
"What? I'm just good at guessing peoples age." He says in defense.
"I'm old enough to be my moms sister!" Zoe cries.
"How the fuck did you get so old?" Ripper asks looking disgusted.
"Language young man!" Zoe snaps at him and then looks wide-eyed at the group. "Why did I just say that? That's not me!" She cries sounding scared.
"There - there - it's... all right. We'll uh find a way to fix this!" Isabella says trying to comfort the girl who was now more than twice her age.
Everyone was keeping a fair distance from Zoe for fear that they too would age.
"How?" Zoe asks distraught, waving her veined hands in the air.
The double doors burst open as Dr. Cross marches in.
"What is going on in here!?" She demands looking around.
The teens all gesture to Zoe thinking that maybe if the principal sees that one of them just suddenly aged 30 years maybe she'd take her to the hospital and let the rest of them leave. They all expected Dr. Cross to gasp in shock at the middle-aged woman standing there with them but instead just looked at the group with an expectant face.
"Uh well Zoe..." Isabella began to explain.
"That's Ms. Hartnell to you Miss Hutchinson." Dr. Cross corrects.
"Right uh... well the lights like did their weirdo thing..." The punk girl continued trying to explain.
"That's enough. I don't need to hear your excuses. All of you! Back to your desks!" Dr. Cross demands.
The 5 teens and one 46 year old all quickly sat in the closest desk they could get to.
"When I say that detention is to be SILENT - that means that there is to be absolutely NO socializing! Is that understood?" She asks them sternly.
The group begins to protest but when Dr. Cross holds up her index finger and gives them an angry glare the teens and Zoe all sigh and nod.
"Good - honestly Ms. Hartnell, I expect you to do a better job of keeping these kids in line while i'm in my office." The principal says to Zoe.
"What? I'm-" Zoe begins to respond in confusion.
"And please change out of that ridiculous outfit. You're still on the clock." Dr. Cross says shaking her head and turns to leave the room abruptly before Zoe could say anything further.
The 46-year-old stood up. She suddenly felt sore in places she had never felt anything in before - she began to hyperventilate and finally took several deep breaths looking over at the group of high schoolers that were all staring at her.
"DO I WORK HERE NOW!?" She screamed in horrified disbelief.
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Post by VioletJames on Mar 25, 2020 17:25:14 GMT -6
Isabella mentally 17 but physically 47 and becomes the chunky punk mom.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Mar 25, 2020 22:47:20 GMT -6
"Okay that was really weird... it's like Dr. Cross didn't even notice that you were a teenager until like a minute ago!" Isabella said trying to wrap her head around the situation.
Zoe stood there fidgeting in place. She brought her thumb up to her mouth and began to chew on her cuticle.
"Um... maybe we just imagined that she was a teenager. I mean, I didn't get a good look at her." Jordyn said refusing to look at her middle-aged classmate.
"I'm 16!" Zoe pulls her thumb out of her mouth to scream.
"So you say." Jordyn says flipping her blonde hair.
"C'mon Jordyn - we all know what we saw. This is um..." Kimberly began to say, snapping her fingers forgetting the nerdy brunette's name.
"Zoe!" Zoe tells her indignantly.
Kimberly points her finger at Zoe. "Yeah Zoe! We have classes with Zoe... right?"
"Yes!!" Zoe exclaims. "Oh god, this is so bad..." She says beginning to pace, chewing away at her thumb.
"It's not that bad... you still look kind of young...ish..." Isabella said trying to make her feel better.
"I look like an out-of-shape version of my mom!" Zoe wailed.
"I'd do her... if she paid me." Ripper added his two cents.
Zoe pointed a chubby finger at him. "Shut it." She told the boy before going back to pacing.
"What? I'm just saying - you've got a little more cushion for the pushin' but I like a little junk in the trunk..." The tattooed boy insisted.
"Shush!" Zoe said waving him away so she could think for a moment.
"Hey - since you're like a teacher now can you just let us all go home?" He asks standing up.
"Dylan Joseph Peretti!" She yelled glaring at him with deadly seriousness.
Ripper froze as a chill ran down his spine. "Woah... how do you know my middle name?" He said quickly sitting back down.
Zoe herself looked frightened by her reaction. "I don't know!" She said frazzled.
There was a brief moment of silence broken by the sounds of clothing expanding and tearing. The group all looked over to to see Isabella was now in her 20s. Her breasts expanded and her hips flared out as her face matured. She looked smoking hot as she left college age and grew through her 20s into her 30s. Her sexy body held as she continued into her 30s but her face looked a little more worn than the still fairly fresh-faced Zoe, as if years of drinking, smoking and drug use were adding years of wear and tear every second. By her late 30s she had deep creases around her mouth and forhead and very tired looking eyes under the heavy make-up she was wearing. Veins also began to become visible on her hands and arms and on her legs peaking through the holes of her fishnets. As she entered her 40s her purple hair and piercings began to look a tad ridiculous on her as she took on a more MILFy appearance, but as she aged out of her early 40s her sexy figure suddenly gave way to middle-aged weight gain as her whole body seemed to swell and expand. Her skirt ripped as did her stocking as they tried to contain her cottage-cheese thighs. A dimpled gut seeped out from under her shirt, stretchmarks marred the colorful tattoo she had on the right side of her formerly flat stomach. The skin of her neck began to bunch and her tits began quite floppy, which was apparent to everyone as she had not been wearing a bra. She looked like the kind of woman you'd see nowadays at a Black Sabbath concert - a old punk chick that never grew past her prime and was still trying to relive her hey-day decades late at age 47.
Isabella looked down at her flabby aged body as the rest of the group stared at her in silent horror.
"Mother fucker!" She exclaimed.
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Post by cyberbady on Mar 26, 2020 4:24:52 GMT -6
Isabella mentally 17 physically 47 but this time she is in shape and what you would call a cool mom Jordyn mentally 18 physically 55 she is out of shape, and all her hair is practically gray Their minds stay the same
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Post by oaoaox on Mar 26, 2020 4:39:43 GMT -6
I would like to see Kim age up to 60 mentally remaining 16. But instead of getting out of shape (fat) she starts to get noticably frail. Grey hair and aging skin due to sun exposure!!
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Post by chronoeclipse on Mar 26, 2020 8:49:11 GMT -6
Isabella mentally 17 physically 47 but this time she is in shape and what you would call a cool mom Jordyn mentally 18 physically 55 she is out of shape, and all her hair is practically gray Their minds stay the same Friendly reminder - only one character per vote please! If you see this and want to specify whether you want Isabella changed or Jordyn changed in this next entry before I write it - i'll go with your preference. Otherwise i'll go with Isabella because it was the first one you mentioned and you can always have Jordyn age next entry!
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Post by nobody14 on Mar 26, 2020 9:52:02 GMT -6
I say Jordyn physically and mentally age 50. I'm thinking really fat and motherly, thinking she's had a bunch of kids over the years due to her slutty nature.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Mar 26, 2020 12:08:51 GMT -6
With apologies to John Hughes. ---------------------------------------------
Isabella stood baffled, hefting her big saggy boobs into her hands and then letting them flop again in her shirt.
Ripper looked from the middle-aged punk chick to the middle-aged geek girl. "What are we on a very special episode of MILF Island or something!?"
"God I look like some trashy biker mom...." Isabella said cringing at her now faded tattoos across her more leathery skin. "Why did I get fat? I'm a vegan!" She added pinching her gut. "I must be like 50!"
"47!" Queefer shouted excitedly.
The group all shot him a dirty look.
"If I were to guess!" He mumbled with an apologetic shrug.
"We have to get the hell out of here!" Jordyn said standing up and backing away from the 40-somethings in the room.
"What you worried that your next?" Ripper asked with a grin, antagonizing the cheerleaders.
"Maybe! I don't want to get old and gross! Though, I would totally look better than - that!" Jorydn said pointing a judgmental finger at Isabella.
"Fuck you very much! You're going to grow up to be a fat pig-faced whore." Isabella spat at the cheerleader grabbing a pack of clove cigarettes out of her bag and sticking on in her mouth.
"Isabella! We need to set a better example for the young people! And no smoking on school property!" Zoe chastised the purple-haired woman.
Isabella, Ripper and Kimberly all gave Zoe a look.
"Did you just say 'young people'?" Kimberly asked sounding disturbed.
Zoe waved her hands in the air. "I know! I know! I can't help it! It just keeps slipping out!" She apologizes.
"God, I need a drink." Isabella says with the cigarette hanging out of her thinner lips.
"I am NOT getting fat!" Jordyn says defensively.
"C'mon Jordyn! We all know whats going to happen to you in a few years." Ripper began to explain flipping a lighter in his pocket and lighting Isabella's cigarette for her.
"What do you mean?" Jorydn asked crossing her arms.
"You're going to get married, then you're going to squeeze out a few puppies and then..." Ripper explains as he holds his arms out to mime her body getting fat as he makes an inflating noise with him mouth.
Jordyn's mouth dropped in complete offense.
As Isabella took a drag of her cigarette her body began to change again. The fat melted from her body and her ass shrunk down. Light muscle formed on her arms and legs and her belly flattened. Her face thinned and her extra chin vanished. She wasn't any younger but instead of a tubby out-of-shape 47-year-old groupie was a very sexy purple-haired cougar. Her hands were still veiny and she had heavier lines on her face - still signs of heavy drug and alcohol use through her young adulthood, her tattoos were still a bit stretched and faded but she looked like the kind of woman who could walk into a bar and pick up guys half her age.
Isabella looked down at her now flat stomach and smaller less saggy breasts. "Hey! Check it out! I smoked myself thin!" She said with a laugh further examining her shapely middle-aged body.
Ripper and Queefer both looked very turned on by the hot older woman that Isabella had become. But Ripper broke away from from his gawking to turn his attention back to the blonde cheerleader.
"Well.... those pounds have to go somewhere..." Ripper said with a taunting smirk.
Jordyn burst into fearful tears and ran toward the door. "I have to get out of here! I'm like too young and pretty to get old!"
She held her arms out to push open the doors but bounced right off of them. She looked at the double doors in horror and then attempted to grab the handle and pull one open. The door buckled a little but snapped back into place - as if someone had tied it shut with rubber bands.
"God, cheerleaders are so useless. Move!" Kimberly ordered as she hopped up and moved over to the door grabbing the handle and pulling up but finding that it wouldn't budge.
"We're locked in!?" Jordyn screamed causing the others to look alarmed as well.
"It's not locked! These are fire-safety doors that swing both ways and something's preventing it from opening on the other side." Kimberly said biting her lip in thought as she sizes up the problem.
"So we're trapped!?" Jordyn cries.
"Just - shut up for a second!... Maybe if I push hard enough-" Kimberly says as she puts both hands in the middle of the doors and braces herself, bending one smooth toned leg and extending the other leg back.
She thrusts her muscular arms forward as she scrunches her face and uses all her might. The doors push out slightly but are clearly providing a ton of resistance. Kimberlys back foot begins to slide back even though her sneakers provide excellent traction and she has to re-position, taking the moment to catch her breath and wipe some sweat from her young forehead.
She clenches her jaw aggressively and looks at the doors the way she might look at an opposing player on the field. She rolls her shoulders and gets into position once more grunting as she uses her whole body to push the doors forward. She actually begins making progress as they open a slight crack. The group doesn't notice that as the crack in the door widens as Kimberly gains more ground that the girl was also getting taller and her body more built as she grew into an adult woman.
Her breasts swelled, pushing out between her shapely arms and her stomach formed a defined six-pack as her hips flared and her ass toned. The gap between the door was now wide enough to slide an arm through as feint lines began to creep up on Kimberly's face. She managed to get the doors opened about a foot apart as she reached her prime in her mid-30s. Kimberly grunts as she tries to push harder but she begins finding that she was feeling more winded. Grey strands began to fleck through her auburn pony-tail and creases were becoming etched into her face.
As the athlete entered her 40s her muscle tone began to diminish. Her six-pack began to melt away and her legs were looking thinner and sliding back inch by inch. Her hair was now completely salt and pepper as she reached a similar age to Zoe and Isabella, her breasts shrunk and cup and began to droop in her sports bra. The skin of her neck was loosening and began to bunch as she clenched her chin in effort. Deep crows feet were crinkling in the corners of her eyes as she passed from her 40s into her 50s. Her tanned skin was looking a bit leathery and was losing it's elasticity. Her biceps and triceps her receding like the polar ice caps as she began losing ground with the door.
Her hair was now all grey in her ponytail as Kimberly aged through her early 50s. Her bony arms were trembling as she used her remaining might on the door but the gap was getting narrower and narrower. Her grunts of exertion were also sounding hoarser and deeper. Veins became visible on the backs of her hands and her ass disappeared in her shorts. The wrinkled skin of her back clung to the outline of her spine. Her formerly toned waist softened considerably and the skin of her navel bunched looking very wrinkled. She attempted to adjust her legs again to gain better leverage and heard a pop in her knee. Her breasts were getting pressed flat against her bony chest as they began to loose form and mass. Finally she hit 60 as her thin arms gave way. The gray haired woman stumbled back, wheezing and catching her breath as she bent over. She placed her bony hands on her swollen knees as she wiped the sweat from her lined brow.
"Sorry guys." She rasped between breaths.
The group was silent.
Kimberly stood up straight, her wrinkled face perplexed. "What?"
Jordyn just let out a high pitched scream at the sight of the 60-year-old standing next to her in an ill-fitting sports bra and gym shorts.
The former athlete looked down at her aged body. She looked scrawny and frail and her tan wrinkled skin clung to her body. "Oh Christ! I'm old!" She said bringing a hand up to feel the lines on her formerly smooth pretty face.
"Fuckin' ay." Ripper mumbled shaking his head.
"Language!" Zoe snapped.
"Okay - you need to cut that shit out." Ripper warned the older woman.
"I know... sorry." Zoe said hanging her head in embarrassment.
"Oh my god... we're all going to die of old age in here!" Jordyn wailed as she ran back tot he door slamming a fist against it. "HEEEELLPPP!!!!" She screamed.
Ripper looked over at Isabella. "Well? You gonna help her?" He asked.
"Like you helped Miss Track and Field with the door?" She shot back taking a drag of her cigarette.
Ripper shrugged. "You got me... hey, you uh want to go find a corner and like go see what sex over 40 is like?"
Isabella raised and eyebrow and then put her cigarette out on the desk. "Fuck it. Why not?"
The screaming from Jordyn stopped and everyone looked over to see the blonde cheerleader aged and mature. She turned around to look at them as her cheerleading uniform morphed into a several-sizes-too-big pink skirt and blouse. Then as if fulfilling Ripper's prophesy the blonde began to balloon up. It came first as baby weight then maintained into bloated fat as she aged into her 30s and then full-on obesity as she aged through her 40s. Her hair became dirty blonde and then mostly grey and frizzy as she hit 50. Her once big perky breasts were flopping sandbags in her blouse as she waddled back over to the desk and opened her purse. Pulling out a loose tissue to dab her sweaty jowls.
"Ooof we're all going to die of old age before this parent teachers conference gets started." She said with a chuckle to the other middle-aged women.
"Okay.... what!?" Kimberly exclaimed in confusion.
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Post by cyberbady on Mar 26, 2020 13:37:13 GMT -6
Isabella mentally 17 physically 47 but this time she is in shape and what you would call a cool mom Jordyn mentally 18 physically 55 she is out of shape, and all her hair is practically gray Their minds stay the same Friendly reminder - only one character per vote please! If you see this and want to specify whether you want Isabella changed or Jordyn changed in this next entry before I write it - i'll go with your preference. Otherwise i'll go with Isabella because it was the first one you mentioned and you can always have Jordyn age next entry! oh sorry, i skipped that part, my bad
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Post by theweeb on Mar 26, 2020 13:45:57 GMT -6
Isabella 96 physically 17 mentally Maybe she enjoys getting to be that old
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Post by chronoeclipse on Mar 26, 2020 18:04:50 GMT -6
"I'm sorry.... did you say PARENT/TEACHER conference?" Kimberly exclaimed and then tried clearing her throat, surprised at how old and raspy it sounded. She pounded on her chest with her fist and then gave a wrinkled frown at how frail and deflated her chest felt.
"Why yes I did. That's why we're all here isn't it?... Oh were the kids supposed to come with us? I left my girls at home." Kimberly said with a chipper demeanor that felt like very Midwestern house-wife.
She pointed from Ripper to Isabella and from Queefer to Zoe. The two pairs looked at each other wide-eyed and then back at the chubby faded blonde.
"Oh I'm not his-" The two older women began to say sounding really weirded out.
"She's not my mom!" The boys exclaimed both sounding grossed out.
"Wait - did you say your girls are at home? Like you have kids in high school!?" Kimberly exclaimed thinking that just a second ago this woman was a spoiled high school cheerleader.
Jordyn nodded, thinking nothing of the question. "My two youngest. Jasmyne and Jaelynn. Wait a quick tick, I wouldn't be a good mom if I didn't come with tons of pictures!..." She said digging through her purse for her phone.
Isabella shook her head. "Of course she gave her kids all J names..."
"Oop! Here it is... okay let me see..." Jordyn said holding up her phone as if it was a foreign device that she didn't use very often. She tapped it with her sausage finger, squinting at the screen. "Hang on... hang on... gawd Jaelynn just showed me how to pull these up the other morning..." She said reaching into her bag and pulling out a pair of glasses. She put them on her jowly face and it made her look even older and lamer.
"This is like watching a train wreck." Isabella mumbled.
"I know... I think I feel sick..." Zoe cringed.
"Ah! Here we go!" The heavy set 50-year-old said triumphantly as she turned the phone to face the group. On it was a picture of two teenage girls that looked like they could be teen Jordyn's sisters. Both had straight blonde hair and were dressed in the schools cheerleading uniform.
"Okay - eff this. It's just getting too weird for me. I'm out. You want to come with me?" Isabella said to Ripper, turning to walk to the computer booths on the far wall of the library.
"Yeah... damn - her daughters are smoking though..." Ripper said tearing his gaze away from the picture on the phone to the Purple haired cougar that was leading him to a private place.
As they walked away, Queefer adjusted his glasses, staring intently at the picture on the phone and then at Jordyn. "I have so many questions."
"Ask away cutie-patewdie!" Jordyn said with a jovial smile.
When Isabella and Ripper turned the corner of the room and got out of sight of the group the older woman reached down and pealed her teenage top off her aged torso.
"God i'm so fucking horny right now! I think I must be like right on the cusp of menopause and my biological clock is like SCREAMING!" Isabella said licking her lips at the young hoodlum next to her.
Ripper grinned at the tattooed, lightly wrinkled stomach of the 47-year-old and her exposed breasts that were drooping a bit, teardrop-shaped, resting several inches lower than they had when she was 30 years younger. Her nipple ring on her left breast dangled toward the carpet.
"I gotta say - I wasn't feeling it when you aged and it looked like you let yourself go. But this version of you aged like fine wine baby!" He growled, grinning at her.
Her thinner lips curled into a smile at the compliment. She grabbed his cheeks with her veiny hand and squeezed them. "Aw what a charmer you are. I just want to eat you up!"
She leaned down and kissed him passionately. Soon the middle-aged woman and 18-year-old boy were making out and exploring each others bodies with their hands. Isabella fumbled around to pull Ripper's t-shirt off of him and Ripper leaned down to suck on the older woman's saggy breasts. She moaned loudly as he pushed her onto the desk in one of the computer booths. The cougar grabbed the partitions on either side of him, shutting her eyelids tightly as the teenager wrapped his arms around her soft waist and sucked on her loose neck.
"Ahhh what are you waiting for kid? I need you inside me like fucking yesterday." She moaned seductively.
Ripper began to fumble with his belt quickly as Isabella shifted on the desk pulling her fishnet stockings off and letting them slip down her cellulite riddled tattooed legs. When they had fallen to the floor she flirtatiously lifted her veiny foot with purple-painted toenails up to brush Ripper's muscular chest. He grinned at her as he pulled his jeans down and then took her foot in his hand and caressed her softer middle-aged calve up to her thigh while maintaining eye-contact with the older woman.
"Mrs. Robinson much?" He joked with a smirk.
Isabella licked her lips, rolling the metal lip-piercing around with her tongue. "I'm going to teach you a lesson little boy..." She purred with a giggled.
He reached up and began to pull her black panties off her aged ass. She grimaced slightly. "God now I know why my mom is constantly complaining about lower back pain!"
But she sat up and smiled at the boy once her panties were gone and she was sitting in nothing but her skirt.
"Come to mama!" She said holding out her leathery tattooed arms.
"It's amazing how I find that both gross and hot at the same time." Ripper smirks as he embraces her.
Isabella moans as the boy enters her. She tosses her purple-haired head back and screams in ecstasy grabbing the partitions and rocking the whole set of booths as Ripper pounded into her.
"Yeah you like that? I always fantasized about fucking a friends mom. I got a little bit of a thing for MILFs I guess..." The boy said as he pumped into her wet pussy.
"Dude! This somehow feels even better than it did when I was a teenager." She said between breathy moans as she smiled wide and shut her eyes.
It didn't take long for Isabella to begin building to a climax.
"OH! OH! OH GOD! OH YES!" She screamed and then cried: "OHHHHHH FUCK YESSSS" In a much shriller frailer voice.
Suddenly the punk woman aged another 49 years mid-thrust. Her purple haired faded and thinned, the natural color showing at her roots was a pale white. The wrinkles on her face multiplied a hundred fold as criss-crossing lines etched their way across her shriveled face. Her eyes sunk inward, still shut, as her eyebrows became bushy and gray. Her cheeks dangled into jowls as did the wrinkly skin of her neck, it waddled in a pool of flesh under her knobby chin. Her teeth disappeared. Her thin wrinkled lips tucked around her gums, hindered by her lip piercing. Her septum piercing dangled down from a witchy-er nose.
Her chest completely sank and deflated into two dangling shriveled sacks, the metal bar on her left nipple dragging that breast a little lower than the right one. Her belly was soft and crinkled, her hip tattoos faded and distorted beyond recognition - as if she had gotten it a good 80 years ago. Her legs became wrinkle veiny sticks with loose skin dangling off her thighs in folds. Her ass shriveled and flattened onto the desk under her skirt. Her feet dangling in the air on either side of Ripper's hairy legs were now liver-spotted and gnarled with bent crooked toes still painted purple.
Her pussy aged and sagged around his dick becoming completely dry and very loose. The now 96-year-old woman pawed at her teenage lover with trembling old hands and arthritic bony fingers.
"Yes baby! Right like that! Mama likes..." She quavered, pulling him against her shriveled old body.
Ripper looked down at the tattooed elderly woman with purple hair and piercings who he was currently fucking and screamed.
Isabella opened her eyes and noticed that everything was kind of blurry, she saw Ripper give her a terrified look as he scrambled to pull out of her and back away.
"What - the - literal - fuck!" He yelled holding his hands up to block the sight of the incredibly old woman sitting in just a skirt in front of him.
The punk granny looked down at herself, pressing a clammy hand to her wrinkled face and body and then began cackling.
"Oh this is brilliant." She rattled with a gummy smile.
Ripper cringed and reached down, still blocking his line of sight to her with his hand like she was a very bright light. He reached down to grab her shirt as he tossed it at the old woman.
"Cover up granny! Nobody wants to see that!" He yelled.
Isabella rolled her sunken eyes. "What? You're all about MILFs but GILFs are where you draw the line? Heh. Poser." She wheezed shaking her head as she kicked her bony legs back and forth like a kid.
"You're like so old now! Like older than my grandmother!" He said defensively.
"Yeah so? I'm still me. You enjoyed sucking on my titties when I was 17 and when I was in my 40s. What's your problem with them now?" She cackled wrapping her hands around the shriveled pendulous sacks and flopping them like limp fish at him playfully. "Ooo they feel so weird now. C'mon give 'em a suck Ripper. Or would you rather I give you a gum job?" She asked with a twinkle in her sunken eye as she puckered her pruned lips in a sucking position at him.
Ripper dropped his hand and looked at her angrily. "Fuck you." He said as he finished bucking his jeans. He reached down and aggressively picked up his shirt and stormed away.
"And stay off my lawn you hoodlum!" Isabella teasingly yelled after him. "Heh. Kids." She mumbled to herself as she slipped her shirt back on. It was now much too big for her old frail frame. "I'm a fucking bad ass old lady. I'm going to find myself some punk-as-hell glasses so I can see things again... but first I need to figure out how to get down from this desk without breaking a hip."
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Post by chronoeclipse on Mar 26, 2020 18:08:40 GMT -6
I've begun updating the original post with the character's current ages and updated pictures provided by Spyguy! Hope you all enjoy!
I also read today that there was originally supposed to be sequels to the breakfast club having the group reunite each decade as they got older. Unfortunately the plans got scrapped because John Hughes vowed to never work with Judd Nelson again and had a falling out with Molly Ringwald in the early 90s. But ah - what could have been!
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