Post by ark on Apr 20, 2020 17:15:55 GMT -6
An Old Story I wrote on the Yahoo group years ago that I'd thought I'd post here. Enjoy!
Ola’s Grey Hair
Arc
When I realised Ola was going to cheat on me. I knew straight away what I had to do. She had always abused her good looks, and betraying me was the last straw.
Ola was getting ready for her first night with Sam. She had grown tired of Mark, not that he had done anything wrong. She was just bored of him. She hadn’t broken up with him yet, she was waiting to seal the deal with Sam first. Sam had shown an interest, and he excited her. After weeks of flirting, she was going to give him a night he would never forget.
She went to the mirror to prepare her make up for the evening, and while brushing her flowing brown hair she noticed something odd. A slight line of sliver...
“Oh my God” She whispered.
It was a grey hair. Her first. She was only 23! How could this happen?
She felt her confidence fall. Her stomach felt uneasy. She was nervous. She had always prided herself on her looks, and why not? She was gorgeous, and her luscious wavy hair had never failed her before...
I watched on, delighted by her reaction. Ola’s horrified face as she clutched the single grey strand was a sight to behold. And it was only the beginning.
Ola swiftly pulled the strand out. She tried to be dismissive, It was only one hair after all. Still, it made her feel old. Her hair looked a bit tired overall she notice with a frown, and tried to puff it up, to limited effect. She would just have to go heavier than planned on the hair products tonight. She then caught a glance of her frowning face in the mirror and was in for another shock. Her face looked wrong, tired. There were slight bags under her eyes and her scowl had given her lines across her forehead. And were those crow’s feet?! She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and then started to poke and pull at her face. It did not look or feel like the pretty face she was used to seeing in the mirror. It looked...older.
She must be imagining it she concluded, paranoia brought on by the grey hair. She was only 23, and she was beautiful. Still, she was defiantly having an off day though; she admitted that to herself with yet another frown. Heavy on the make up tonight as well then. She stated to apply her foundation.
I watched Ola apply her make up doing her best to restore her good looks. Little did she know that she had aged 15 years, and her body was now in its late thirties. Her face would never look truly youthful again, not even under that mountain of concealer.
Once Ola had finished painting her face, she looked much better. The bags and her eyes were hidden and the crows feet seemed to have vanished. She would have to get more sleep she thought, as even all made up she looked tired. Moving away from the mirror and into her bedroom, she removed her baggy clothes as she prepared to pick her outfit for the evening. As she took off her t-shirt she felt an unfamiliar sensation. Her boobs moved around too much, they almost clapped back down onto her torso. Throwing her t-shirt to the ground she grabbed her breasts in horror.
I chuckled quietly to myself as Ola grabbed her formally pert boobs and felt their softer flesh. She lifted them back up to where they should sit on her chest, and then let them fall down, her nipples pointing slightly south. In addition to their newly acquired droop, her now teardrop shaped breasts gravitated slightly to her sides. Even from my vantage point out here I could see they were less smooth, I didn’t dare to think what they would look like up close...
Saggy boobs! Ola was in disbelief. As she lifted her alien breasts back up again she noticed what looked like faint stretch marks on the inside of each orb. They were bigger, or at least they seemed bigger, but they felt a bit deflated. Most of their youthful firmness was gone along with their proud pert position. She clutched them together in an embrace. What was happening to her? She tried to calm down. She knew her body well, or at least she thought she did. How could she have let herself go like this? She was a model, an aspiring actress! Her career had yet to really get off the ground, how could she compete if she already looked like a middle aged woman?!? She calmed herself. It must be her imagination, she couldn’t remember the last time she had really inspected her face and body. These changes must have been gradual. She just didn’t have the body of a teenager any more. A depressing thought, but she drew solace from the fact she had seen photos taken of herself clubbing just the other night, and she had looked sexy. Her breasts certainly didn’t look bad then, so these changes must just seem worse than they were. She concluded it must be mostly in her head. That stupid grey hair must have rattled her. Feeling down but not totally disheartened, she released her breasts (noticing with a grimace their free moment) and continued to undress.
Bending down to remove her sweat pants, Ola noticed her midriff. It was softer and much less firm than it should have been. There was little trace of the toned stomach she had worked so hard to maintain. In its place was a small soft belly overhanging her elasticised waist band, complete with love handles.
‘A muffin top!’ She spoke aloud and aghast to herself. She clutched her new chubby folds between her hand. She had gained weight, quite a lot of weight! At least that explained the decline of her breasts she assumed. She hadn’t changed her diet, or skipped the gym. Maybe her metabolism had slowed. Another depressing thought. Worrying about the effect her new pounds would have on any of her outfits for tonight, she took off her trousers.
As she took off her sweat pants, I saw the effect my revenge had taken on her bum. It it had always been my favourite feature of her spectacular body, round smooth and perfect. To see it in transformed in such a way filled me with mixed emotions. It was now noticeably larger and its surface was dimpled. It now appeared much less round and more square. A tragic loss of a glorious ass I thought. A large amount the weight she had gained had piled onto her bottom half I noticed. Maybe it was a lucky escape that things didn’t work out between us I thought with a grin.
Ola looked down at her legs horrified. Her thighs were larger, flabbier! Her hips were wider and less defined against her soft waist. She looked over her shoulder to try and glimpse the back of her legs.
‘No.’ She whispered to herself. The backs of thighs were lightly dimpled. She had cellulite!
She ran to the full length mirror at the other end of the room, and surveyed the damage. She rubbed her thighs hoping it was trick of the light, shifted her weight from one leg to another. But it was hopeless. She had cellulite. She had always thought it was hideous, and had secretly laughed at her friends whenever she spotted some on their legs. But worst of all, she had always heard there was no way to get rid of it. She also checked out her ass, it was noticeably larger and less firm. She massaged the soft flesh between her hands as if to confirm what her eyes could see, noticing additional lumps and bumps appear under the pressure. The soft round curve she knew and loved had been replaced by a slightly square sagging mass. All of her lovers had adored her bottom, it had been the feature she was most proud of, and now it looked like a middle aged mothers. That was the final straw. She had to cancel tonight with Sam. She had never felt so bad about her body. She mustn’t let her new potential lover see her like this! She called him immediately and made her excuses, being deliberately vague about when she would see him again.
She glanced back at her overall reflection and gasped in despair. Her lithe sexy body had been replaced by that of a tired, out of shape soccer mom.
I had known she would cancel her evening with Sam. Of that I had been certain. The next part of my plan depended more on chance. I hoped she would seek reassurance. I hoped she would want familiar arms around her for comfort. I smiled when I felt my phone vibrate.
Ola hung up her phone. Seeing Mark would cheer her up she thought, sitting on the bed consciously rubbing her hand across her newly acquired belly budge. Mark would be here soon, she needed to get ready if she wanted to make an impression. Her hair and makeup were already done; it was her outfit that needed work. She thought about staying naked and just throwing on a trench coat, she had done that before to great effect. But one more look in the mirror at her rather sad looking breasts ended that idea. She would need at least a little bit of window dressing. She went to her wardrobe and picked out Marks favourite set of lingerie. To her dismay she could not get the red frilly bottoms on, they wouldn’t budge past her fleshy thighs. They threw them away in disgust. The bra was not much better. She could just about fasten it, but the flesh of her breasts spilled out of the cups unattractively, and it cut into her soft sides and back. She tried the same with several other sets but they all seemed too small. Her last resort was a hence unworn dark blue set that an ill fated former lover had bought her. They had been two sizes too big, and had played a big part in his being dumped. Now they fit her like a glove. The bottoms still cut into her hips, and made her bottom look impossibly large. But they were better than nothing, and at least they held her larger breasts at a half respectable height on her chest. No fancying trying to squeeze into any of her skimpy tops or hot pants, she threw on a fluffy dressing gown over her underwear, and practised looking alluring in the mirror (with limited success).
When I knocked on the door, Ola called out that the door was open and I stepped inside. The first thing I noticed was the lights, they had been dimmed dramatically. A desperate attempt from my EX to hide her faded figure. I fought the urge not the chuckle. I looked up and saw her sprawled across the bed, wearing surprisingly flattering set of blue underwear and a loose dressing gown. From this distance, and in this light she looked almost as good as always. But I doubted she would look so good up close.
As Mark swept Ola into his embrace, Ola winced as his lands dug into her softer waist. He pulled off her dressing gown and she was instantly self conscious. This had been a terrible idea! Mark did seem excited though, maybe her ruined looks really were only in her head...
I pulled her on top of me unclipped her bra, to my delight her formerly firm breasts fell out and hung rather sadly towards my own chest. I noticed her wince and the unfamiliar sensation of sagging boobs. I placed my hands on her significantly softer hips and delighted as I felt stretch marks beneath my fingers. Lifting her off me I watched as she removed her blue knickers. Her lovely bottom had changed dramatically, it wobbled with every movement and dimples of cellulite marred its surface. The soft curve under her cheeks was now much less defined as her ass sagged down her flabby thighs. Pulling her close I admired the job she had done with her hair and make up to hide the changes, but up close there was no escape. Her eyes were surrounded by fine lines and wrinkles and her hair lacked its former lustre. A few greys were plastered across her head, and her jaw line was less defined.
As she mounted me again and started to groan in pleasure, I heard her hip click, she made a barely audible gasp as she tried to hide her discomfort. She was forced to change position (reverse cowgirl). The cellulite on the back of her thighs was more obvious than ever from this new angle. This was better revenge than I could ever have hoped for, and I surrendered to pleasure.
Once they had finished, Mark got up and put his clothes back on. Ola was satisfied that she still had some of her charm, but was more out of breath than she should have been and was conscious of the aching of her hip. Mark turned to leave, and Ola panicked.
‘Hey wait, where are you going! Don’t you want to stay over’
Mark stopped by the door and looked over his shoulder.
‘I am sorry Ola, its not going to work out between us. I like my girls a bit...younger. Frankly, you’ve let yourself go’ He gave her the crooked knowing smile of vengeance and left.
Ola with tears welling up behind her eyes glanced at her reflection the mirror at the foot of the bed. She saw a tired middle aged woman with a flabby weathered body. It wasn’t in her mind, her youth had been taken. She collapsed to the bed and wept.
Ola’s Grey Hair
Arc
When I realised Ola was going to cheat on me. I knew straight away what I had to do. She had always abused her good looks, and betraying me was the last straw.
Ola was getting ready for her first night with Sam. She had grown tired of Mark, not that he had done anything wrong. She was just bored of him. She hadn’t broken up with him yet, she was waiting to seal the deal with Sam first. Sam had shown an interest, and he excited her. After weeks of flirting, she was going to give him a night he would never forget.
She went to the mirror to prepare her make up for the evening, and while brushing her flowing brown hair she noticed something odd. A slight line of sliver...
“Oh my God” She whispered.
It was a grey hair. Her first. She was only 23! How could this happen?
She felt her confidence fall. Her stomach felt uneasy. She was nervous. She had always prided herself on her looks, and why not? She was gorgeous, and her luscious wavy hair had never failed her before...
I watched on, delighted by her reaction. Ola’s horrified face as she clutched the single grey strand was a sight to behold. And it was only the beginning.
Ola swiftly pulled the strand out. She tried to be dismissive, It was only one hair after all. Still, it made her feel old. Her hair looked a bit tired overall she notice with a frown, and tried to puff it up, to limited effect. She would just have to go heavier than planned on the hair products tonight. She then caught a glance of her frowning face in the mirror and was in for another shock. Her face looked wrong, tired. There were slight bags under her eyes and her scowl had given her lines across her forehead. And were those crow’s feet?! She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and then started to poke and pull at her face. It did not look or feel like the pretty face she was used to seeing in the mirror. It looked...older.
She must be imagining it she concluded, paranoia brought on by the grey hair. She was only 23, and she was beautiful. Still, she was defiantly having an off day though; she admitted that to herself with yet another frown. Heavy on the make up tonight as well then. She stated to apply her foundation.
I watched Ola apply her make up doing her best to restore her good looks. Little did she know that she had aged 15 years, and her body was now in its late thirties. Her face would never look truly youthful again, not even under that mountain of concealer.
Once Ola had finished painting her face, she looked much better. The bags and her eyes were hidden and the crows feet seemed to have vanished. She would have to get more sleep she thought, as even all made up she looked tired. Moving away from the mirror and into her bedroom, she removed her baggy clothes as she prepared to pick her outfit for the evening. As she took off her t-shirt she felt an unfamiliar sensation. Her boobs moved around too much, they almost clapped back down onto her torso. Throwing her t-shirt to the ground she grabbed her breasts in horror.
I chuckled quietly to myself as Ola grabbed her formally pert boobs and felt their softer flesh. She lifted them back up to where they should sit on her chest, and then let them fall down, her nipples pointing slightly south. In addition to their newly acquired droop, her now teardrop shaped breasts gravitated slightly to her sides. Even from my vantage point out here I could see they were less smooth, I didn’t dare to think what they would look like up close...
Saggy boobs! Ola was in disbelief. As she lifted her alien breasts back up again she noticed what looked like faint stretch marks on the inside of each orb. They were bigger, or at least they seemed bigger, but they felt a bit deflated. Most of their youthful firmness was gone along with their proud pert position. She clutched them together in an embrace. What was happening to her? She tried to calm down. She knew her body well, or at least she thought she did. How could she have let herself go like this? She was a model, an aspiring actress! Her career had yet to really get off the ground, how could she compete if she already looked like a middle aged woman?!? She calmed herself. It must be her imagination, she couldn’t remember the last time she had really inspected her face and body. These changes must have been gradual. She just didn’t have the body of a teenager any more. A depressing thought, but she drew solace from the fact she had seen photos taken of herself clubbing just the other night, and she had looked sexy. Her breasts certainly didn’t look bad then, so these changes must just seem worse than they were. She concluded it must be mostly in her head. That stupid grey hair must have rattled her. Feeling down but not totally disheartened, she released her breasts (noticing with a grimace their free moment) and continued to undress.
Bending down to remove her sweat pants, Ola noticed her midriff. It was softer and much less firm than it should have been. There was little trace of the toned stomach she had worked so hard to maintain. In its place was a small soft belly overhanging her elasticised waist band, complete with love handles.
‘A muffin top!’ She spoke aloud and aghast to herself. She clutched her new chubby folds between her hand. She had gained weight, quite a lot of weight! At least that explained the decline of her breasts she assumed. She hadn’t changed her diet, or skipped the gym. Maybe her metabolism had slowed. Another depressing thought. Worrying about the effect her new pounds would have on any of her outfits for tonight, she took off her trousers.
As she took off her sweat pants, I saw the effect my revenge had taken on her bum. It it had always been my favourite feature of her spectacular body, round smooth and perfect. To see it in transformed in such a way filled me with mixed emotions. It was now noticeably larger and its surface was dimpled. It now appeared much less round and more square. A tragic loss of a glorious ass I thought. A large amount the weight she had gained had piled onto her bottom half I noticed. Maybe it was a lucky escape that things didn’t work out between us I thought with a grin.
Ola looked down at her legs horrified. Her thighs were larger, flabbier! Her hips were wider and less defined against her soft waist. She looked over her shoulder to try and glimpse the back of her legs.
‘No.’ She whispered to herself. The backs of thighs were lightly dimpled. She had cellulite!
She ran to the full length mirror at the other end of the room, and surveyed the damage. She rubbed her thighs hoping it was trick of the light, shifted her weight from one leg to another. But it was hopeless. She had cellulite. She had always thought it was hideous, and had secretly laughed at her friends whenever she spotted some on their legs. But worst of all, she had always heard there was no way to get rid of it. She also checked out her ass, it was noticeably larger and less firm. She massaged the soft flesh between her hands as if to confirm what her eyes could see, noticing additional lumps and bumps appear under the pressure. The soft round curve she knew and loved had been replaced by a slightly square sagging mass. All of her lovers had adored her bottom, it had been the feature she was most proud of, and now it looked like a middle aged mothers. That was the final straw. She had to cancel tonight with Sam. She had never felt so bad about her body. She mustn’t let her new potential lover see her like this! She called him immediately and made her excuses, being deliberately vague about when she would see him again.
She glanced back at her overall reflection and gasped in despair. Her lithe sexy body had been replaced by that of a tired, out of shape soccer mom.
I had known she would cancel her evening with Sam. Of that I had been certain. The next part of my plan depended more on chance. I hoped she would seek reassurance. I hoped she would want familiar arms around her for comfort. I smiled when I felt my phone vibrate.
Ola hung up her phone. Seeing Mark would cheer her up she thought, sitting on the bed consciously rubbing her hand across her newly acquired belly budge. Mark would be here soon, she needed to get ready if she wanted to make an impression. Her hair and makeup were already done; it was her outfit that needed work. She thought about staying naked and just throwing on a trench coat, she had done that before to great effect. But one more look in the mirror at her rather sad looking breasts ended that idea. She would need at least a little bit of window dressing. She went to her wardrobe and picked out Marks favourite set of lingerie. To her dismay she could not get the red frilly bottoms on, they wouldn’t budge past her fleshy thighs. They threw them away in disgust. The bra was not much better. She could just about fasten it, but the flesh of her breasts spilled out of the cups unattractively, and it cut into her soft sides and back. She tried the same with several other sets but they all seemed too small. Her last resort was a hence unworn dark blue set that an ill fated former lover had bought her. They had been two sizes too big, and had played a big part in his being dumped. Now they fit her like a glove. The bottoms still cut into her hips, and made her bottom look impossibly large. But they were better than nothing, and at least they held her larger breasts at a half respectable height on her chest. No fancying trying to squeeze into any of her skimpy tops or hot pants, she threw on a fluffy dressing gown over her underwear, and practised looking alluring in the mirror (with limited success).
When I knocked on the door, Ola called out that the door was open and I stepped inside. The first thing I noticed was the lights, they had been dimmed dramatically. A desperate attempt from my EX to hide her faded figure. I fought the urge not the chuckle. I looked up and saw her sprawled across the bed, wearing surprisingly flattering set of blue underwear and a loose dressing gown. From this distance, and in this light she looked almost as good as always. But I doubted she would look so good up close.
As Mark swept Ola into his embrace, Ola winced as his lands dug into her softer waist. He pulled off her dressing gown and she was instantly self conscious. This had been a terrible idea! Mark did seem excited though, maybe her ruined looks really were only in her head...
I pulled her on top of me unclipped her bra, to my delight her formerly firm breasts fell out and hung rather sadly towards my own chest. I noticed her wince and the unfamiliar sensation of sagging boobs. I placed my hands on her significantly softer hips and delighted as I felt stretch marks beneath my fingers. Lifting her off me I watched as she removed her blue knickers. Her lovely bottom had changed dramatically, it wobbled with every movement and dimples of cellulite marred its surface. The soft curve under her cheeks was now much less defined as her ass sagged down her flabby thighs. Pulling her close I admired the job she had done with her hair and make up to hide the changes, but up close there was no escape. Her eyes were surrounded by fine lines and wrinkles and her hair lacked its former lustre. A few greys were plastered across her head, and her jaw line was less defined.
As she mounted me again and started to groan in pleasure, I heard her hip click, she made a barely audible gasp as she tried to hide her discomfort. She was forced to change position (reverse cowgirl). The cellulite on the back of her thighs was more obvious than ever from this new angle. This was better revenge than I could ever have hoped for, and I surrendered to pleasure.
Once they had finished, Mark got up and put his clothes back on. Ola was satisfied that she still had some of her charm, but was more out of breath than she should have been and was conscious of the aching of her hip. Mark turned to leave, and Ola panicked.
‘Hey wait, where are you going! Don’t you want to stay over’
Mark stopped by the door and looked over his shoulder.
‘I am sorry Ola, its not going to work out between us. I like my girls a bit...younger. Frankly, you’ve let yourself go’ He gave her the crooked knowing smile of vengeance and left.
Ola with tears welling up behind her eyes glanced at her reflection the mirror at the foot of the bed. She saw a tired middle aged woman with a flabby weathered body. It wasn’t in her mind, her youth had been taken. She collapsed to the bed and wept.