Kimberly bounces back down to 75 (lol a spring chicken compared to 125) her mind shocked back to 16 because of being older than any normal human. She’s going to need a lacrosse stick to get around pretty soon
Post by chronoeclipse on Apr 2, 2020 14:59:52 GMT -6
Okay I updated the last entry with some pictures of the side characters that appeared. I'm going to stick with the core 7 characters on the main page - those are the ones you all are voting to get younger or older each chapters. But as side-characters pop up i'll also include pictures of them in their respective chapters and they can change as well but it'll be more from additional suggestions from you all and what fits the story! Make sense?
Post by chronoeclipse on Apr 7, 2020 17:55:04 GMT -6
The group in the library formed a circle with Isabella and Jordyn slumped in adjacent wheelchairs and Zoe standing next to them. Vicky was standing by the elderly Ripper who was asleep at a desk and Queefer was sitting on the other side of her clutching the note that Isabella had given him when she was mentally in her 30s.
Jordyn's wrinkled face was screwed up in admonishment at Zoe, her wrinkled arms crossed over her saggy chest. "I can't believe you tried to send up to a nursing home!" The cheerleader quavered.
"Hey! It wasn't me! I don't remember doing that!" Zoe said defensively.
"You must secretly want to get rid of us if the moment your mentally got older and got any kind of authority you were trying to ship us off somewhere to die!" Jordyn shouted.
"Oh that's rich coming from you! You went all church lady on us and were like: 'I think the library should be burned down and replaced with only copies of Chicken Soup for the Soul'" Isabella croaked with a wrinkled smirk.
Jordyn craned her white-haired head around to look at the ancient looking punk woman. "I what now?" She asked surprised.
"Oh right! You were so scandalized by anything involving sex! And you wanted to ban cellphones from the planet!" Zoe said chuckling at the irony.
"I would never!" Jordyn says in disbelief.
"You did! And you were married to Ripper!" Vicky stated sounding a tad bitter.
"...I was?" Jordyn said sounding a little flustered as her droopy wrinkled cheeks blushed red.
The elderly former blonde then looked over at the skinny old man snoring at the desk.
"Wait - oh my god, *THAT'S* Ripper!?" She exclaimed horrified.
The group laughed.
"Huh? Wha!? Woman! Where's my metamucil? I'm feeling clogged up six ways ta Sunday!" He grumpled, stirring awake.
"Ewwww!!!" Jordyn squealed in disgust.
Isabella rolled her sunken eyes at the shriveled old cheerleader. "You're not exactly every boys wet dream yourself right now precious." She cackled.
"Okay I think we have to agree not to judge anyone based on what they look like or how they act when they are all. We're all going to do things and *be* things we're not happy about while this is going on. And this doesn't mean that we'll look or act that way when we REALLY get to be that age someday." Zoe said to the group.
As the group watched her, Zoe appeared to aged a few more years. The gray sprinkled throughout her hair again and her body sagged more but she didn't wrinkle much because her skin actually plumped as she aged into her 60s. The buttons of her blouse actually burst as a stretch-mark lined gut pushed out and oozed over her waist band. Her wrinkly belly button lost in the folds. Her two blobulous sandbags that were her breasts hung down and rested on her exposed belly. She looked like she could flap her bingo wings and fly with how loose and floppy they were. Her elbows dimpled below the rolls of her forearms. She looked down at her aged body, accentuating the five chins she now had.
"Damnit! Why am I constantly getting fat!?" She yelled sounding a bit like an matronly version of Cartman from Southpark. "I wasn't a chubby teenager! My moms not a fat woman - why am I always getting so fat!?"
"Chill out! You're going to give yourself a heart attack!" Isabella wheezed.
Jordyn gave the obese senior some elderly side-eye and sniffed. "Maybe whatever doing is this accounting for a sedentary life-style of reading books and sitting on your computer all day while the rest of us remain active into our golden years..." She said snidely.
Then suddenly she begins to grow younger. The blonde returns to her hair as the wrinkled begin to dramatically lift off her body. She goes back to retirement age and then further back through middle-aged. However as she gets younger her body begins to swell. She looks like a person shaped balloons someone was blowing up as her thighs double in size and smooth against one another, her crotch forms a 'front butt' and her belly becomes rotund and jiggles like a flabby mess around her middle. Her ankles form to cankles and her arms in to doughy rolls as her neck disappears under her multiple chins and porcine face. Her clothes morph into a pair of pink sweat pants and a sweat shirt with the words "Blessed" written across it in glossy cursive. Her blond hair was pulled into a pony-tail and she had a visor from some resort in Florida. Her wheelchair transformed into a Rascal Scooter. She was certainly young enough to get around with out need of a mobility device now that she was 42 again but her morbidly obese body clearly benefited from getting carted around on the motorized device.
Jordyn gasped at her rotund visage and was speechless.
Zoe smirked. "You were saying?"
"I will NOT not be hot!" Jordyn yelled but ever her voice blubbered like an obese woman.
Isabella then began to grow younger. It was subtle at first. She was so old that even decades younger still left her a wrinkled old woman, but soon some color began to return to her skin and the wrinkles began to lift. Her purple hair became more vibrant and more of her natural strawberry blonde peaked out from the roots. Her arms and legs filled out and retoned as her cheeks slid back up and her lips became plumper. That was basically the only thing about her that was plump as her body trimmed and toned, her belly was flat as a board and her biceps even showed a bit of muscle. She stopped at 45 looking very much like a sexy, body-conscious cougar right out of Desperate Housewives. Her face was lightly crinkled and some of her tattoos looked a bit faded but she had the heir of the 'cool mom' that all the teen boys had crushes one.
One boy in particular was drooling at the hard rock MILF as she stood and stretched, the wheelchair she had been in vanishing behind her. Queefer felt a bulge in his pants and read the note in his hand once more for posterity.
"Oh that's bullshit! How come the gutter punk gets a body like that!?" Jordyn cried.
"Language!" Zoe chided and then smirked. "Just kidding. Okay it sucks for us - but at least we're not nursing home material... except for Ripper still, that is. I think we need to pair off and find Kimberly before she winds up in a sticky situation and also search for clues as to why this is happening to us and how to go back to all being teenagers again." She instructs.
"I'll go with Isabella!" Queefer shouted raising his hand.
The group all looked at him, shocked by his outcry and enthusiasm. He shrunk down in the desk from embarrassment.
"I mean... that is, if she wants to..." He mumbles.
"No that's cool. Me and Keefer can be a team." Isabella said with a smirk.
"We can take the English department corridor." Queefer said cringing and wiping his glasses.
"Sure! Sounds like a plan!" The middle aged woman responded with a smile, walking over and punching him in the arm playfully.
He rubbed his arm where she punched him and smiled at her nervously, not wanting to stand up before his erection subsided.
"I'll go with Ripper... I can take care of him, you know, until he gets younger." Vicky says rubbing the old man's bony shoulders.
"I'm hungry! Where's my supper woman!?" Ripper snaps in a cranky voice.
"I guess then we'll go check out the cafeteria..." Vicky says with a forced smile, crossing her fingers and hoping desperately that Ripper becomes a young man again soon.
Zoe looks over at the fat blonde woman sitting on the motorized scooter. "I guess that leaves the two of us... I think we should probably go check out the gym, that seems like the logical place for Kimberly to have wandered off to..."
Jordyn went pale. "Oh god - there's cheer practice going on right now! I can't let me squad and Coach Jennifer see me like this! I'm like older than her right now!"
"And you look like you've eaten two of her!" Isabella joked.
"If it helps... you don't really look anything like yourself right now. I can call you by another name and no one will have to know it's really you." Zoe suggests.
"Like Jordan with an 'A'?" Jordyn suggests.
The rest of the group pauses and stares at her, not knowing how to respond.
"How about Ursela. You look like a Ursela right now." Zoe suggests.
"Yeah well I can't wait to go back to being an Ariel!" Jordyn says as she begins to wheel her scooter toward the door.
The pairs all went their separate ways trying to keep a look out for anything weirdly sci-fi or magical.
Shortly Queefer and Isabella made their way to where all the English Rooms were grouped. The stood in the empty hallway looking like a cool punk-rock mom and her nerdy teenage son. Queefer couldn't help staring at the smoking hot older woman he was with.
Isabella kept catching him gazing at her body and was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"Hey dude... you're staring again." She pointed out.
"Sorry it's just um..." He began to explain.
"What?" She asked putting her hands on her hips.
"I uh..." He stammered beginning to sweat.
"Just spit it out dude!" She insisted.
"You uh... gave me a note when you uh thought you were like a teacher here in your 30s..." He said finally.
"I gave you a note? What did it say?" Isabella asked, not liking the idea of growing up to become a teacher at this hellhole.
Queefer reluctantly handed her the note. Isabella read it and looked at the boy and then back at the note and then back at Queefer and then burst out laughing.
"Oh man! Old me was sooooo thirsty!" She bellowed clapping her hands.
Queefer hung his head in defeat and began to walk away. "Yeah that's what I thought..." He said in a mopey voice.
"Woah woah woah, where are you going?" Isabella asked.
"You think i'm just some dork." He said with a shrug.
"So? And not JUST some dork. You're also a weirdo." She said, her lightly pruned lips curling into a smile.
Queefer sighed and nodded turning around to walk away.
"Wait - wait! I'm joking with you!" She calls after him but he doesn't turn around. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "Ah fuck it." She says to herself as she runs up to him and plants a kiss on the surprised boy.
"Wh-?" He asked surprised.
"I didn't say 'no' did I?" She asks him as she takes his hand and brings him to the supply closet.
It was a spacious closet with stacks and stacks of various books lining the shelves on three sides. There was no light in the closet so as soon as the door shut behind them they were covered in pitch blackness.
Queefer heard rustling in the dark as her felt a hand grab his wrist and bring it up in front of him. He felt in his hand a slightly saggy breast with a metal bar pierced through the nipple. He enthusiastically gave the tit a squeeze and heard Isabella moan softly.
"Take off your shirt." She whispered to him seductively.
He did as she instructed and soon felt her hands caressing his mostly hairless chest. He felt lips begin to suck on his neck as her fingers worked their way down to his waist. He reached up again clumsily groping at her own exposed chest and stomach as her lips found his and then began to make-out.
She brought his pants down and he gasped and moaned at the sensation of veiny hands gripping his member. He hugged her own skirt down and reached around to cup her cellulite dimpled ass cheeks. Her fishnets were still covering them and he heard the older woman sigh for a moment as she pulled away and shimmied out of the stockings. Soon they were both naked in the dark exploring one another bodies.
"I-I'm a virgin..." He whispered shyly.
"... Yeah dude. I figured." Isabella replied sounding a little annoyed that he was interrupting their flow.
"I just didn't want you to expect like..." He began to explain.
"It's cool. Don't sweat it... just come to mama." She purred pulling him against her middle aged body and playfully nibbling his lip as she stroked his dick with her hand.
As soon as he was hard enough Isabella shifted around. Queefer excitedly squeezed her ass as it hovered by his crotch. The middle-aged woman reached around and guided him into her wet pussy, moaning loudly as he entered her. Queefer gasped let out a series of sharp breaths. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Isabella leaned forward gripping the shelf in front of her for support and gyrating her hips. Queefer began to instinctually pump in and out.
"Here grip my waist for support - my back kind of aches at my age." Isabella instructed and the boy followed through.
Soon they were gyrating together in sexual bliss.
"Oh yes! Oh YES! C'mon! Oh that's soooo good! OH YES!" Isabella moaned as they began to get into a good rhythm.
But as she cried out Queefer couldn't help thinking that her voice was sounding a bit hoarser and was there a slight rattle to it now? He also began to feel her ass droop more and more against his stomach and crotch. It felt softer - not nearly as firm. Her waist also began to wrinkle under his hands. He could hear the sound of dangling breasts slapping against her chest with each thrust he gave her. He winced as she began feeling dry down there and their love making was chaffing him a little but then her pussy was beginning to get looser and looser as her labia drooped and sagged around his shaft, tickling his balls.
"Oooooh yeth! oooooh give it to me baby!" She croaked in a quavering moan that sounded like it has a lisp to it.
Soon her moans of pleasure changed to moans of frail weakness as her body slumped in his arms. He felt the wrinkled old crone he was gripping and recoiled, pulling out fast. He stumbled back into the door and tripped, falling back on his ass.
"Oh god! I did it again didn't I!" Isabella croaked as she crumpled naked on top of him.
He brought his hands up over her body and felt nothing but thin wrinkled skin clinging to bone. His hands found the metal bar of her nipple piercing - it was hanging off of an empty dangling flap of skin collapsed against her bony ribcage.
The boy sat on the floor frozen with an impossibly old woman laying naked on top of him. The silence was pierced with the sound of Isabella's shrill laughter.
"Wh-what could possibly be funny about this!?" Queefer demanded.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Isabella wheezed. "It's just - anytime I try to get laid today, I end up becoming mummified!"
"Well - how do you think I feel? My first time was with a woman that's probably old enough to be my great-great-great grandma by the feel of you!" He cried.
"Hey! I'm still *me*. I'm only 17! And if we can fix this no one has to know how old I looked when we fucked... and frankly i'd rather no one know that we hooked up at all!" She rattled.
Before Queefer could respond the door opened. As the light poured in, exposing the naked couple laying on the floor of the supply closet their fears were all realized - Queefer saw an impossibly old 120 year old woman with only a few whisps of white hair coming from her liver-spotted scalp and no teeth to speak of. Her wrinkled ancient body was covered in sagging discolored skin that hung off her body frame. And Isabella looked up with sunken tired eyes to see the blurry outline of a woman in a nurses uniform, gasping in shock at the couple - with over a hundred years age-difference - laying naked, clearly in the aftermath of sex.
On the opposite side of the school Zoe was waddling alongside Jordyn in her scooter as they slowly lumbered down the hallway to the gym. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until they passed a bank of lockers and found a couple cuddling on the floor by the water fountain. This wouldn't be a particularly unusual sight after hours in the high school, except for the fact that the guy was a mustachioed man in his 30s and the girl was a gray-haired old woman with braces on her teeth, looking adoringly at her young lover.
The two fat women shuddered and quickly moved along.
"So um... I guess it's not just *us* that are being affected by this thing." Zoe observed.
They passed a history classroom where a young teenage couple was flirting with one another as the guy tried to finish his make-up test.
Jordyn craned her head into the room. "Whose that girl. I don't recognized her."
"That's Mrs. Fillmore's room... so maybe some random freshman girl we don't know?" Zoe asked.
"Uh I don't think so..." Jordyn remarked as she realized that the girl was actually giving the boy the answers to the test from her teacher's booklet.
"Woah... old Mrs. Fillmore... was kind of cute..." Zoe gasped coming to the same realization.
The women made their way down to the gym and opened the door. Jordyn cringed worrying that everyone would instantly recognize her and laugh. But everyone just ignored the two older women.
The cheerleaders were just finishing up a routine with a high kick and a series of jumps, giggling to one another as fresh-faced Coach Jennifer blew her whistle.
"Okay girls! Let's do it again!" She called, clapping to rally them.
But as Zoe and Jordyn looked on the entire scene changed. All of the cheerleaders suddenly aged decades becoming a bunch of out-of-shape 40-something moms. Their skirts changed to mom jeans, hiding their cellulite and wider asses and their perky tits now sagged in their blouses or polo shirts as they slowed down and stopped giggling and began to gossip with each other about neighbors throwing out garbage in their trash bins or whose azalea bushes were the best. The former popular young teens were a group of embarrassing out-of-touch Karens now.
Brianna, the former cheer captain clapped her hands to get everyones attention. "Okay ladies! We need a comprehensive list of whose bringing what to the bake-sale this year!"
Kourtney, the petite freshman on the squad who was now a harsh-looking 40-something raised her hand. "I want to know about what the school is going to do with those hoodlums that spray painted those gang signs on the park lot wall!"
"They weren't gang signs - they were pokemon! And the art students put them up as a mural project!" Zoe said defensively before she realized she had spoken out loud.
The women all looked over at Zoe and Jordyn.
"Principal Hartnell! Jordyn! Please come in!" Brianna motioned for them to come in.
The two of them waddled in reluctantly.
"Oh good - you're here. I thought I was point person for this PTA meeting. That means I can go home and take a nap!" A scratchy voice calls out from the benches.
Jordyn looks over and gasps at the sight of a 65 year old Coach Jennifer looking very tired. Her formerly blonde hair was gray and her fresh face now puffy and wrinkled.
"Coach Jay?" Jordyn gulped.
"What? It's been about 3 decades since I was your coach dear. You can just call me Jen. And, no offense, you look like your cheering days are well behind you... and frankly i'm too old for this shit. Dawson has the right idea about retiring." The haggard old woman cackled.
Jordyn couldn't believe that her impossibly perky young coach had aged into this calloused old hag.
"Well principal Hartnell now that you're here we have some questions for you!" One of the 'PTA moms' said pointedly. "Specifically I'm wondering where all the funding for quality school lunches is going when my kids tell me about the crap they are getting here!"
Zoe looked like a deer in headlights as she stared at the crowd of matronly former cheerleaders. "Fuck me....?" She mumbles under her breath.
On the other side of the door to the locker room Kimberly was facing her own tribulations as she tried to understand why she was only in her 40s and everyone acting like she was about to retire. Wait 40s? No she was in college! She had actually been a senior when a bunch of these girls were freshmen. She was barely older than any of them so why were they treating her like some old lady?
And that's when her body surged forward decades. Her fat and muscle atrophied and her hair fell out, what was left what thin and white. Her skin clung to her bones, pruning up like an apple doll as she moaned horsely and collapsed onto the floor. Her legs refused to move as she tried desperately to stand or even call for help but her toothless gums just let out hollow sounds. She lifted a skeletal hand with crooked gnarled fingers as her eyes became covered in cataracts and she could no longer see or hear anything.
The next thing Kimberly saw was the blurry forms of her teammates kneeling over her and helping her up off the floor. She remembered that she was a student here and forgot how she ended up down on the ground.
"Woah - did I like, feint?" She asked shaking her head. She still felt kind of weak.
"You had a nasty tumble Miss Dawson. We were really worried about you for a second." Coach Matthews said gently bracing the older woman.
"Miss Dawson? Since when did you get so formal, coach?" She asked with a smile looking at her coach.
"Here why don't you have a seat and i'll get you some water and you can tell the girls more about what the sport was like back when you were playing." The coach instructs guiding Kimberly to a bench.
"Back when I was playing? You mean last weekend?" Kimberly asks confused.
The girls all laugh.
"It's so inspiring that you're still playing even at your age!" Danae said giving the old woman and gentle pat on the shoulder.
"My age.... Danae we're the same-" Kimberly began to say and then caught sight of her bony hand and looked down at herself. "Woah! I'm old!" She exclaimed.
The girls all looked at each other confused as to how to respond to this.
Kimberly looked at them and realized none of them remembered her.
"Okay - I know this is crazy but you have to believe me! I'm really 16 years old! I'm your teammate and I was in detention when all this weird shit started going down and now I just LOOK like i'm an old lady!" She explained as she tried to stand up.
A sharp pain from her aged back stabbed her and her hand shot back to rub it. "Ow! And FEEL like an old lady - but i'm really the same age as all of you guys! Sammy! Danae! Fiona! We're friends!"
The girl all looked uncomfortable by this old woman's tirade. Fiona gave her a polite smile. "Sure we're friends Miss Dawson. You've been a great mentor to us!"
"No! I'm not your mentor! I'm on the team with you! In fact Coach is constantly riding me that I show-boat too much!" Kimberly protested.
"Okay! Easy there. Here have some water and then we'll call someone to get you home. I think you've had a little too much excitement for one day." Coach Matthews said gently, giving the elderly woman a glass of water.
Kimberly drank it but quickly protested. "C'mon Coach! You gotta remember! You taught me everything I know!"
"How could I have done that? You're old enough to be my mother." The coach said calmly.
"No! You're old enough to be MY mother! I was born in the 2000s!" Kimberly exclaimed.
The girls all began to mumble amongst themselves. The word 'senile' and 'dementia' were bandied about.
Kimberly waved her wrinkled arms. "Okay everyone cool it! Now, I know you don't believe me but if this happened to me then it can happen to all of you! So if you just like look past the fact that this sounds crazy, then we can work as a team and figure out a way to fix it!" She declared.
"But like - the idea of us all getting older or younger spontaniously is just like SUPER far-fetched. You know?" A tom-boyish teen girl said with a shrug.
Kimberly didn't recognize the girl at first but squinted and realized with a gasp that it was Coach Matthews, now a fresh-faced 16-year-old.
Kimberly also cringed as she spotted her former coaches fingers subtly interlocking with her teammate Sammy's. She would have been all for that coupling if the coach wasn't really old enough to be Sammy's mother's much older sister.
"Okay girls - just give Miss Dawson some room to breath." A mature voice called out.
A now middle-aged Danae in a coaches uniform waved her arms authoritatively clearing the girls from Kimberly.
"Danae?" Kimberly asked with a gulp.
"You're good Miss Dawson. You take all the time you need here to catch you breath and regain your strength and then i'll get you a ride home when you're ready." Danae said in a friendly voice and then turned around and mumbled under her breath: "old lady thinks she's a high school lacrosse player and some sci-fi shit making people older and younger... Mmm mmm mmm." She says with a chuckle shaking her head.
JackpotMans: Bracket has been updated!
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MeanMark: Would anyone be interested in contributing to a "FaceApp Creations" thread? Basically a place to share your face-agings of either celebs or people you know.
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JackpotMans: If you are a part of round 2 of the AP Tournament, please check your messages! I would prefer to talk over discord if you use it, but I don't mind conversing here.
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unknown: Is there some Italian?
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unknown: discord.gg/3EvqCxvfsn I created this server in Italian about all kind of transformation in Italian language. But there isn't anyone in old age progression.
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MeanMark: Two-fer Tuesday in the FaceApp thread!
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MeanMark: If you're a fan of age swapping, today's post is for you (kinda)
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kappa: More like age transfer? I get what you mean though. ❤️ It!
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MeanMark: Has anyone else been using the Tapatalk app to access the boards on their phone? This site is suddenly gone from that app.
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MeanMark: The forums are back on the Tapatalk app — weird!
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kappa: As a TG Fan, I've come across a lot of Great Shift stories, comics, and captions. Feel like this would be a fun AP theme. Have seen AP TG Great Shift Captions though, which definitely supports my thoughts on this cause those are awesome.
Apr 19, 2021 10:05:11 GMT -6
kappa: Y'all might enjoy Jupiter's Legacy. It also might bum ya out how youthful a woman 100+ looks. 🤣
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kappa: R.I.P Paul Mooney ❤️
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kappa: Episode 2 of Modok had an interesting AP scene in the end ❤️
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kappa: Just watched the trailer to the new Space Jam movie. Candi Milo plays granny and her bits are awesome. "I'm gonna go old school on his butt!" Followed by break dancing with a walker. Also, SHE DRINKS A MARTINI.
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kappa: i feel like they genuinely made this film for an older audience 🤣
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