🤬... I'm not your Amigo, I'm your roommate... and I hate you.
🤔 Really? I love you 😘
🤬... Why did you give She-Hulk a huge muffin top?!
🤔Cause its fucking hot. A plump milf jogging around in tight gym shorts and an ill fitting black top? You've seen that gut jiggle, right? She's like a work of art from The Ancient Greeks themselves, Nathan. A 50 year old Bombshell!
🤬You're an asshole for doing that to her.
🤔I consider myself a kind man for doing that to her. She's gorgeous. Have you seen her eat? She's a gluttonous beauty!
😐Everything. It's like from the mind of an edgy 14 year old girl. She's all over the place.
🖕🏼Well, Fuck you too, Nathan.
😂Wow, did I actually hit a nerve?
😁Whatever, man. Seriously though, In a world where Charles Xavier was a bad guy, an English Super Soldier created during The Great War, stolen by The Soviets, Onslaught was Captain America's greatest nemesis during WWII?
😁And Charlie Xavier is a clone of that super soldier, brought online in 1972.
😁So, Charlie is just your way of having a Milf Version of Charles Xavier?
😁Yes, Milf. She's clearly your type, Sherman.
🤔Whatever. I don't see how that's convoluted.
😁It's like the worst example of a fan fic. It's like an OC of Sonic The Hedgehog, an OC that's ridiculously sexualized, and you, for some reason, decided to have her pushing 50.
A middle aged woman, curvy and plump, sporting a rather large, greying beehive, chained glasses, a mole on her left cheek, dressed in a leopard print top with black tights over her bulbous rear, glares at a young man in a yellow tux.
"Gosh Darn it!" She yells in a husky voice. "You won't get away with this, young man!" She shakes a fist clunking with tacky jewelry.
The Man devilishly smirks.
"But I already did, Wonder Milf!"
"Wait one gosh darn second, don't you dare call me that! I'm Wonder Wu... Wonder Wooo... Wonder Milf!"
"You sure are." He laughs."51, 180 pounds, a big fat ass, and one of the sexiest muffin tops I've ever seen!"
The Heroine formally known as Wonder Woman blushes. For some reason, being praised on her new form made her feel... good?!
"How about you and me play a little at my place?" The Man suggests with a wink. "If there's one thing I enjoy, it's Mrs Robinson breaking my bed frame!"
A part of her wanted to resist... instead, she found her bingo wings locked with his slender arms, her chubby thighs waddling as fast they could to his Jeep.
He laughs wickedly.
"I wonder if I should fuck Zatanna or Super Girl next?!"
“Liz, you know you don’t need me to buy you some? And hell half of us need’em anyway...” Jennifer says as she feels the tapes below her suit.
Shaking her flappy arms, “Yeah but.....if I transform back.....it’ll be....worse....” Liz stammered.
“We can stay transformed for days at time, just need to transition back for a few hours....” Jennifer laments.
“Your telling your cool with having the stamina of damn gold fish?!” Liz yells.
“We kinda have to from time to time....but yeah......my vision is bad now, being a hundred would leave me blind...” Jennifer says.
Standing still, Red She-Hulk begins her transition to her actual elderly form. Shrinking and shriveling, her moderately pink hair transitions to white and thins. Her costume hangs on her frail frame, exposing her rather sad looking sacks to the world. Noting that she even has white armpit hair, it thinning as well. “I can stand......I think.....” she says as her stomach pooches and hangs, her brittle pubic hair spindling out. Her flabby legs, lose incredible mass and muscle devolving into hanging flesh and knobby knees hitting each other excessively. “It’s like I’m high or something.......I can’t feel......my toes.....” she says as her indicator on her ill fitting depend goes yellow.
“Dear god Liz I didn’t mean right here!?!” Jennifer yells as the 109 year old probes her body. “Jesus Christ....Liz....what the hell?” Jennifer says.
Stammering forward with a shuffle, an audible slosh hits the floor, “I may have....lost my diaper deary....” she whispers as her depend slides past her frail frame on to the floor. “A few hours right?......you’ll have to.....change me....” Liz laments as she slumps into the chair.
“Dammit that’s gonna be me soon....” Jennifer laments.
Last Edit: May 24, 2020 6:15:13 GMT -6 by niddlyby43
Three College Students, lounging in the cafeteria, lament about going home for the holidays.
All three? The Grandchildren of Superheroes.
"Do you have any idea how weird it is having Ms Kiss as your grandma?!" A Young Man cringes. "My Grandpa is literally a slave to her kisses. It's... I hate Thanksgiving, guys. It's just awful!"
"I agree." A Young Blonde nods. "My Granda use to be a sex symbol... now, she's a meme. And she's... well, lately, she's been recreating old photos on social media... Apparently, being from the year 2055 wasn't just for publicity cause she knows how to use smartphones better than me!"
"That is pretty fucked up." A Guy with a beard nods. "... But try having a telepath for a grandma. You can never lie, she knows if you haven't been eating healthy, she knows you got a tattoo she doesn't approve of, she knows you don't have plans for the summer, she knows you're free for a family trip to that god awful lake house, OH, and she even knows you're casually dating a guy you work with. I don't even have to talk to my grandma, she knows everything and anything about me!"
His friends couldn't help but laugh. That's definitely the worst situation of the three!
🤔There are two types of people. Fans of Comedy and Fans of Dramedy. You, my fucking nut-job, like Dramedy.
😅... Is that a bad thing?
🤔The Series Finale of SpongeBob Squarepants ends with SpongeBob, Patrick, and Squirdward, at The Gates of Life and Death, singing The Goofy Goober Song as they fade away from existence, becoming one with the universe. The final scene is an 85 year old Beyoncé singing a rendition of Tiny Tim's Living in The Sunlight.
😅You didn't like it?
🤔I thought it was weirdly dark for a joke. You even made Beyoncé Tiny Tim's former lover?
😅What's wrong with that?!
🤔Nothing. Just says a lot about you as a person... and a pervert. I mean, does this shit do more than get you off?
🤔Me. I would've let SpongeBob end with the first movie. You? You had to blend it with a serious topic... like death. And Beyoncé being a Great Grandma... and, for some reason, Tom Kenny being English. What... what was the point of that?
😅I thought it was funny.
🤔I guess you're the weird god person. Who am I to judge?!🤣
Sandra: Mrs Symanski, 85 years old, a powerful telepath capable of making most people think she's a young and slender blonde coed.
Shaw: Wasn't she the lady that was dropped off by that Senior Transport Bus? Doesn't she use an electric wheelchair?
Sandra: Most people won't even notice.
Shaw *Laughing*: Alright, who else did you hire?
Sandra: Vivian Lopez, her... her mutation is a temporal anomaly. Sometimes, she's 18, sometimes, she's 25 and pregnant, sometimes she's 37, or 45, 50 with hot flashes, 60, 75, 80, and so on... we hired her for our clientele with... a particular... fetish.
Shaw *Smiling*: It's always good to diversify.
Sandra: Oh, and, sometimes, Vivian goes into labor.
Post by niddlyby43 on May 24, 2020 13:27:19 GMT -6
Spacial Time Bomb - Emma & Jean sitting in a tree.....and for some reason smells like pee......
“You do realize I can see despite that shit illusion, right?” Jean quips at her rather ill dressed comrade. Sitting in a comfy chair, with some rather small clothing on the former red head was crocheting some scarfs telekinetically and reading. Her hair in a bun, with a bit of mess for fun she had a smile on her jowl filled face. Her girls were still on display, her cleavage covered in sun damage and liver spots. Though, the rest of her attire was a bit more appropriate not as hugging as her white clade friend. “It’s almost as if you think I don’t notice.......all that sagging flesh for me to see....” she continues.
“Hush you old ninny, besides you everyone thinks I wasn’t effected!!” Emma exclaimed. On a glance, she seemed like her normal self: white clad top and form fitting jeans, also white. Though despite the “blonde” hair, she was sporting a nice pair of dentures with jowls filling her face as well. Wrinkles had over taken her body, littering her arms and legs with them; liver spots dotting it up as well. Her ample breasts were just sagging in the bra, brown ashen nipples poking just enough to see. Just below, her didn’t fair much better: seeping over the pants line, the deflated flesh shaking slightly with each breath. “Feels like these things will fall out any minute......” she laments.
Still crocheting and snickering, “Yes, keeping those sagging mammaries has been quite the choir.....” she quips as she steadily keeps Emma’s tits from gravity’s clutches.
“Vanity is a mainstay of my person dear, can’t be helped......ah.....” Emma states with some discomfort as her dentures loosen themselves from their gummy imprisonment. “Coulb haveb the common decency to keep these damb things in......shit.......how the fuck did I getsh to 81 years old?........”
Shifting in her seat, there was a faint rustle of plastic that Emma heard “Diapers feeling OK dear?” She quipped. Feeling her rather strained pants, the wrinkled flesh begging to escape, while the pants were doing their damnedest to uplift them sagging checks. Putting her dentures back in her mouth, “You get to 79 and I get.....gasp..........81........still bothers me I had to change you........” she laments.
“I did rather enjoy that..........changing......” Jean blushes somewhat almost dropping her book. Sipping her tea that was at her side, “At least with age, I’ve come to appreciate you.............and your body.........” she muses.
“It felt wrong to just......ignore you............flailing helplessly on the floor........like that......” Emma says with a hint of lust. “These damn kids are more troublesome without age related incontinence and.......power quirks......”
“Well you didn’t shit yourself when trying to catch a half naked “Teen”......” Jean laments as she continues her crocheting. She gets a pained look on her face, “Dammit, I need that new fangle arthritis cream...........” rubbing her ancient hands together.
Shaking some from her excessive standing, “Please don’t lose your concentration, I almost had some wardrobe failure.....” Emma says readjusting her bra to contain her wrinkled sacks. “Has Kitty returned? I’m worried for her and Kurt......”
“Worrying about a probably ancient woman? Not like you....” Jean quipped.
“I suppose I got lucky with just teeth problems........diapers seem.........odd......” Emma says as she sits down with an audible thud, “My old bones.........I cannot wait till I can fuck for more than hour.......”
“You lasted pretty long that night,” Jean quipped.
“A fleeting pleasure..........hadn’t even thought I would be attracted a frail ninny......” Emma says as she blushes.
“When the kids settle down we could.......try a few things........with some recruited “suitors”......” Jean whispers in a seductive tone. “We can be young and full, eating and playing for hours again.......Scott is off mission........and you look ravishing as a.......more seasoned woman........”
“Jean, Jesus we can’t be this frisky with the students around,” Emma retorts feeling an odd wetness in her groin. Thinking she may have had an accident, “I didn’t wet myself did I?”
Looking with a wink, “No, but I can guess how......” Jean quips. “Wait did we get Spider-Woman or Gwen as new occupants?”
“Dear that was Gwen and her half naked ass swinging that got you a number 2 moment.” Emma retorts.
Post by niddlyby43 on May 24, 2020 15:38:52 GMT -6
Spacial Time Bomb - A Widow & Captain “walk” into a bar....
A cackling 109 year old, wheezing some at her ancient bed fellow, sits across from one another rather decrepit old woman. “Jesus Christ Marvel...........how old are we again?” Natasha stammers.
Carol still in her ill fitting costume, but having some protection for....Ah accidents, “It’s so strange......everything is so hazy.......and hot....” she retorts as her chair heats up; energy discharging from her body, predominantly her ass. “I can’t control myself........in a lot of ways.....” she says poking at her rather thicc diaper.
“Couldn’t have aged into my seventies.......instead I get to be a pissy grandma......what the hell?.......it’s so hot.......” Natasha exclaims as she’s sweating in her seat. Beads of sweat pour down her ancient body and collect on her pancaking booty. “Shit did I wet myself again?......”
“Sorry..........my contour ain’t what it used to be.........I seem to be incontinent with my powers too.....” Carol says as she shakes about, a sloshing can be heard. Feeling a flimsy sack that is her breast making its out, sagging against her ribs. “Sweet attendant.......if you don’t mind.....helping a poor old hero.......cover up some......”
“My legs feel positively numb, Carol..........all those wasted exercises...” Natasha laments as she feels the hanging skin on her arms and the sweaty fleshy of her dimply thighs. Doing her damnedest to move away from the increasingly incontinent woman, she feels herself void her bowels. “And there it is.........dear boy I’ve done made a mess.....I need to be cleaned up....” Natasha exclaims.
Nicholas coming to see how Carol is doing, “Merciful Christ Carol......you ok?” He asks.
“Well.....I’m old as hell, I dare say I’m incontinent, I can’t move without assistance and I believe......I can’t control myself...” Carol retorts as the temp keeps going up.
Sweating himself, “Didn’t you already say you can’t control yourself?” He quips.
“As deaf as I am I meant........my powers.......I’m discharges energy......and it’s involuntary.....” she says as she frailly motions to her ass as it’s glowing. Tit still hanging about lifelessly, “Shit I’m just sagging here......sorry......”
Nick, always one for composure, had already called an attendant to her aid, “Don’t worry Cap, we got you. And don’t worry about the mess and discharge, your seat will compensate for your......lack of control.....”
Seeing her breast somehow make its way back into her costume, “Thanks deary........some pudding would be wonderful.......” Carol asks in a somewhat forgetful tone.
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6