Janet, Sue, and Wanda arrived at Carol's apartment, upon Natasha's request, a little on edge.
They came across 'Re-Elect Jubilation Lee' and 'Kate Bishop for Senator' posters all over town. They weren't there before. They most certainly were not there before!
"Selena Gomez is our age now." Sue scratches the back of her neck.
"We know." Jen nods. "They have Flickbox!"
"Empire City Bake-Off?!" Wanda smiles. "I love that show!"
"I do too." Jen admits. "I wanted Miley to win, but that's besides the point, the point is that I'm freaking out right now!" Jen opens a bag of potato chips at 10 in the morning.
"Isn't it a little early?" Janet judges.
"Billie Eilish aged 30 years over night!" Jen crams salt and vinegar chips into her mouth. "I need food!"
"Can I have some?" Wanda's belly grumbles.
Natasha and Carol come in from Gran Marvel's room. The Elderly Pakistani has long fingers hanging down to her calves. Natasha and Carol were having a conversation while removing 32 inches worth of skin from a knitted red sweater!
"So, we're going to Merlin District." Natasha announces.
"Merlin District?" Jen raises a brow.
"It's a community of magic in Harlem." Natasha explains as Carol sits Kamala down on the couch and turns to channel 7 news with Mary Jane Watson.
"That's where we'll find Doctor Strange."
"And one of my informants." Carol sighs.
"Informants?" Janet questions.
"Carol has eyes and ears around the city." Natasha gives exposition.
"And eyes in Merlin hasn't contacted me yet." Carol crosses hers arms. "Which is very unlike Winston. Something strange is going down."
The Milf Squad is silent. If only Carol knew!
"Wanda, I favor to ask. Do you mind watching Kamala?" Carol claps her hands. "I'd really appreciate it."
"Sure." Wanda rubs her bloated, ripe belly. "I need to sit down anyways."
The rest of the team head out the door, but, Natasha stops Janet with a hand on her shoulder.
The gals didn't have a Merlin District on their particular version of Earth. They were in unfamiliar territory.
A community of wizards, witches, shamans, and warlocks was definitely new to The Milf Squad. Still, they weren't sure if it existed last night or not. Until recently, they've never heard of it before.
"Winston Darwinson isn't exactly like my connection in Little E.T-ly." Or that neighborhood! ... Which Carol apparently lives in?!
Carol continues on as they pass a bodega called Wizard Kat Corner Store.
A group of children were flying on small broomsticks. Some were transforming into their familiars. Dogs, cats, mice, and the occasional ferret. Some were casting grade school level spells like color changes, cat ears, and being forced to say silly words like 'scuttlebutt' and 'poop'.
"I actually like Winston. He's a good guy." Carol smiled as they make it to his bookstore.
She grabs the handle, attempting to open the door and frowns.
"He calls me once a week with an update on Merlin District. He never fails to call... or open up his store."
Concerned, Carol breaks and enters a private business/residence.
"Carol!" Sue gets alarmed as she drops the door on the sidewalk.
"I'll fix it later." Carol laughs.
The team scopes the book store, Jen is surprised to find an autobiography of Selena Gomez in the 'Muggle Section'.
It was the exact same book her sons got her for Mother's Day. Even the same picture on the back cover!
"I'm not going to lie." Jen admits to Natasha. "I feel a little at ease with Ms Gomez being older than me!"
Natasha smiles. The joke was well needed... considering what they were doing felt... well, illegal!
As they got upstairs to Winston's residence, Carol was relieved to hear classic 80s music. Winston's favorite genre!
"Winston!" Carol dashes into the Wizard's bedroom. A pudgy, middle aged man from Jamaica. Dressed in a green tweed jacket, a yellow sweater vest, with silky white hair parted to the left and eyes a light, vibrant purple.
He was standing near the foot of of his bed, with a suitcase the size of a 90s big screen, frantically stuffing books.
"Why didn't you call me?" Carol hugs the man. "I was worried sick!"
The man looks at the Squad with a nervous smile.
"I take it you're not from here?"
"... How do you know that?" Natasha raises a brow.
"I just do." Winston continues packing. "And I suggest you find a way off this poor unfortunate world. Things are about to get weird!"
Carol stares as Winston closes his suitcase. He lifts it up, grunting in the act, takes a good look at the women, smiles, and waves with his left hand much like the Queen of England.
"Take care and good luck." Winston laughs as his body begins to slowly vanish into thin air. "You'll need it."
Carol is simply dumbfounded. A close friend for decades disappeared without a trace!
"Do you guys have any idea what just happened?" Carol questions.
"We'll explain what we know, but, first, can you take us to Doctor Strange?"
As far as Emma was aware, to Jean, there was absolutely nothing wrong with being 45.
She sat on the passenger's seat, uncomfortable, yet, at the same time, relaxed as a classic song from Selena Gomez plays on the Oldies Station.
"I loved this song as a kid." Jean smiles, humming along, bobbing her head, the white in her hair swaying with the ac breeze.
Emma couldn't help but smile. She was beautiful.
... Also, she couldn't help but think about Jean's massive backside wrapped tightly in a pair of blue mom jeans. Honestly? She was disappointed how close that mustang was parked to the cafe. She could stare at that wide, fat riddled booty for hours upon hours!
"I was thinking..." Jean lowers the volume as they came to a stop. "I know... I... I know last night wasn't planned. But... I had just loads of fun with you!" Jean cackles seductively to Emma's ears.
Emma hadn't been this sexually aroused in years. Maybe, more so than ever. She use to tell Jean, her Jean, that her attraction for her grows with every passing year. 40+ Jean was living confirmation!
"We don't... we don't have to... pick up where we left off. But, well, I'm planning on wearing some very... risqué underwear tonight. If you're interested." Jean offers as bluntly as she could.
On the one hand, Emma is aware contacting The Milf Squad should be top priority. On the other hand, Jean telepathically implanted imagines of chocolate sauce, caramel, whipped cream, and her vibrant red bush.
... Emma decided there's still tomorrow on the table!
(I'd like to apologize to Keith943. I was not in a good place last night and I lashed out inappropriately. You don't have to forgive me for that, Keith. But, do know that I don't want to do that again. And, also, I'm sorry if it came off like I was condemning your ideas. But, please, don't pitch like that anymore. Stop doing that, please. I'm writing a Marvel Fan Fic focused on a group of Milfed Up Superheroes in a world that's, yes, chaotically altering. You want me to add a character? Sure. But you were also pitching very convoluted, overcomplicated plot. Pitching characters is fine. Pitching a direction could also be fine, POSSIBLY. BUT Pitching you want me to mix Shield with Doctor Who and Stargate and The Justice League and this and that and this and that? NO. And especially no to mixing mutants with time traveling fourth dimensional this and that. NO. Gonna have to be firm on this, sorry. You want that kind of story? Write it yourself. That's your brainchild, I genuinely don't see anyone anytime soon grabbing it in its entirety.) *** Nanna Tigra
Janet arrived at The Avengers Academy with a puzzled expression on her lightly wrinkled face.
Her company, strangely, made her feel, relatively speaking, very youthful. Which was strange. This wasn't the case yesterday!
"Welcome back, Hun." An Elderly Catwoman purrs.
Her long hair a silver steel with patches of white, her orange fur with hints of grey where black stripes once struck vibrantly. She was a hunched, delicate, lively senior no younger than 75. Dressed eccentrically and delightfully in a leopard print top with black sweats.
This couldn't possibly have been the same Young Mother that gave her a tour around campus. Was it?!
"Where are the other avengers?" Tigra asks in warbled voice.
Tigra disappointingly frowns.
"Wish I knew that! I could use a few potions! I'm shedding, my lower back's been acting up..." Tigra's bingo winged arms slowly navigated to her wide, saggy backside, rubbing it softly with an achy look on her cat-like face."Not to mention my darn cataracts!'
She places a thick pair of black glasses atop of her expanded nose and chuckles, thinking about a time when she only needed glasses to drive or to read at night. The reality now? She depends on them 24/7!
"Where's Hank?" Janet changes the subject.
Tigra raises a thinning Grey brow.
"Scott's trapped in an alternate reality. Remember?" Tigra responds sharply and quickly for her age.
"I mean Henry Pym."
"He's likely in the student dorms." Tigra reasons.
"The third floor, hun." Tigra assumes Janet wasn't sure where they were.
"I meant... why is he there?"
"Because he's a student?" Tigra looks perplexed.
Janet is stunned.
"Well, I need to eat some lunch before I can take my back pills." Tigra sighs. "It sure is a hassle being old. I'd kill to be in my 50s again!"
Tigra shuffles off as Janet gets irritated. She came to school for nothing!
i understand i will accept having just rose tyler and a few new and classic doctor who companions of your choice. i am the one that should appologise i had pushed your pop culture suggestion request a little to far.
(I will add ONE thing from Doctor Who into this MARVEL Fanfic. JUST ONE. Maybe Rose, Maybe Amy, maybe even Matt Lucas' Nardole. Pitch an egg in my basket, not a Baker'sDozen, please. And we've had this conversation before, I'm aware Marvel has made Doctor Who comics, but this is not really a Doctor Whovian Marvel Fanfic. It's hard enough to follow my storyline as it is. 😂)
Natasha, Jen, and Sue were a loss for words at Doctor Strange's Office.
They're use to Doctor Strange being, well, a woman! A strong, independent black woman, to give a shared visual clear!
He didn't even have an English Accent! And the facial hair?!
"Winston vanished." Carol states, a little on edge, as her friend pours her a neat glass of whisky to help with the nerves.
"I'm sure he'll be alright." Stephen is certain, uncomfortable at The Milf Squad's glances.
Carol starts to glare at The Curious Man of the Occult.
"... Why are you staring at me like that?" Doctor Strange starts to sweat.
"You're hiding something." Carol crosses her arms.
"What? No, I..."
"Cut the bull, Stephen. I know you. What do you know about Winston?"
Carol slowly raises her fist, a yellow aura wraps around her age spotted hand.
"Stephen?" Carol speaks in monotone. "What. Do. You. Know."
Doctor Strange sighs.
"He's not... he's the only one missing."
The Milf Squad take interest to this newly acquired information.
"How many?" Natasha asks.
Stephen once again shrugs.
"I can't put a number on it, a few people in Merlin District just disappeared. And it's not just here. M-Town, Little E.T-Ly, Hell's Kitchen. Lots of places around the world. I can't sense a lot of 'special people' I ordinarily sense."
Carol looks at the Milf Squad, who recently told her about their own strange situation as they got to Merlin District.
"Natasha and the girls say reality shifted yesterday."
"How so?" Stephen raises a brow.
"Apparently, I was much younger till around some time last night at my favorite, little, drinking hole... Oh..." Carol looks at Natasha. "And there were two of me?"
"Where's the other Carol?"
"We don't know." Sue chimes in. "But she was from our world and now she's missing."
Stephen scratches his goatee, stroking it downwards in a deep thought.
"This could be connected."
"It could." Carol nods. "But we really don't know what the heck going on. Do we?"
"I think I might have an idea."
Stephen stands, placing a hand on Carol's shoulder, gingerly lifting the hero up as she lightly grunts upwards.
His fingers write a pendant around Carol's less than firm breasts, it forms a visible golden rod, his eyes go completely white.
With second, he's finished.
Stephen turns around, walks over to his desk, grabs his drink and takes a big gulp. He looked as those he'd been shot.
"What did you find out?" Natasha curiously asks.
"Among many things? One solid truth."
"We are all fucked!" Doctor Strange shakes his head.
Some people will judge Emma Frost harshly for prioritizing sex over saving the world.
Others will find her need to slap a fat, cellulite riddled ass as relatable as they come.
The point? She made a choice and her choice has removed her from being the hero of this particular story. If anything, she's a middle aged blonde with a carnal need for red bush.
"I'm disgusting." Emma sighs as she walks down the school corridor, alone and full of guilt.
Okay, so, more like a neutral character with very realistic flaws and a personal acknowledgement of her own shortcomings. Who can honestly say, if they were in her size four heels, that they wouldn't do the same?! Huh?!
She turns left, thinking about the last time she had made love with her Jean Grey. It's a need in her mind, to see Jean so curvy, so matronly, so lovely.
She then heads past the school fountain, where an elderly woman, dressed in a yellow sweater, short hair in white curls, the head librarian at Xavier's, is sitting on a bench, feeding breadcrumbs to a pack of ducks.
Emma's pretty sure that's Kitty Pryde. The poor thing aged 70 years somewhere between last night and Emma's breakfast with a feisty cougar!
... It was best to simply avoid Kitty. For now. Talking to the plump and causal senior would likely make her leave the Institute, find The Milf Squad, and stop her from eating out the biggest badonkadonk in Westchester County.
"Hello!" Kitty happily waves at Emma.
Emma nervously waves back and keeps her pace fast towards the kitchen. Kitty assumes she needed to pee. In fact, Kitty herself had to pee! She tries not to laugh, struggling to get her cane and shuffle to the stalls.
Emma NEEDS SOME ASS.
As she entered the kitchen, her nose catches whiff of fried butter, sizzling bacon, caramelized onions, and fried, breaded meats.
"How's it going, sugah?" A cheerful, heavy voice asks by the stove.
Emma is frozen like a gargoyle at the Puffy, Cajun known affectionately as Big Mama Rogue.
Spongy Body aproned in autumn floral, hair a throwback to The '90s, she smiles, holding a pepper mill, standing high atop a sauce pan of white gravy.
"Yes, hun?" Big Mama waddles around the kitchen, her pillowcase breasts jiggling as wabbly as her tire sized gut.
Emma's Rogue died years ago. This Rogue wasn't around yesterday. She's concerned, but, also, pretty happy. They were good friends, great friends, really. Rogue was often an amazing ear and shoulder to cry on.
<"Fuck."> Emma thinks to herself. <"There's no way I'm getting laid tonight with Rogue around!">
Wanda turns her head to the disapproving WWII Veteran.
Kamala slowly sits down beside The Scarlet Witch, grumbling with annoyance.
"Inhuman Hills makes me ashamed to be Inhuman." Kamala sighs. "You'd never catch me there, that's for sure!"
"It looks nice."
"So does a pig with makeup." Kamala quips. "Speaking of..."
The commercial ends with a closeup of Medusa, wearing a one piece mom bathing suit, a clear white that showed parts of her belly she wants to be scene, matching with a a skirt over the bumpy parts of her legs.
Wanda couldn't help buy smirk. When Gran Marvel is lucid, boy, is she savage!
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JackpotMans: Bracket has been updated!
Feb 2, 2021 0:55:05 GMT -6
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.
Feb 3, 2021 12:49:27 GMT -6
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.
Feb 4, 2021 11:53:39 GMT -6
unknown: Is there some Italian?
Feb 11, 2021 14:55:40 GMT -6
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.
Feb 11, 2021 15:01:41 GMT -6
JackpotMans: AP Tournament has been updated! Check out the updates!
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MeanMark: Just started an intractables thread -- join the FaceApp fun!
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JackpotMans: Voting for round 2 will close tomorrow!
Feb 23, 2021 11:37:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Two-fer Tuesday in the FaceApp thread!
Mar 9, 2021 15:13:46 GMT -6
MeanMark: If you're a fan of age swapping, today's post is for you (kinda)
Mar 18, 2021 13:33:13 GMT -6
kappa: More like age transfer? I get what you mean though. ❤️ It!
Mar 18, 2021 14:31:45 GMT -6
MeanMark: Has anyone else been using the Tapatalk app to access the boards on their phone? This site is suddenly gone from that app.
Mar 19, 2021 7:32:01 GMT -6
MeanMark: The forums are back on the Tapatalk app — weird!
Mar 21, 2021 11:36:43 GMT -6
JackpotMans: The final match for the AP tournament is up! Voting goes live tomorrow!
Apr 1, 2021 20:55:19 GMT -6
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. 🤣
May 7, 2021 13:55:29 GMT -6
kappa: R.I.P Paul Mooney ❤️
May 19, 2021 21:41:16 GMT -6
kappa: Episode 2 of Modok had an interesting AP scene in the end ❤️
May 26, 2021 10:09:28 GMT -6
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.
Jun 8, 2021 9:52:26 GMT -6
kappa: i feel like they genuinely made this film for an older audience 🤣
Jun 8, 2021 9:52:42 GMT -6