"W-what are you doing, Jean?! What's going on?!" Emma sputtered as the redhead helped her to bed. Jean's hands were all over Emma, particularly her overflowing belly and breasts.
"Honey, it's our anniversary. I thought you were excited about a long night of love-making? What's wrong with my baby?" she asked, whispering hotly in Emma's ear.
"Anniversary?!" Emma spread out on the bed, her back finally relaxing for a moment. "Jean, we have to get out of here. Something has happened to us. We have to find a way to contact Charles..."
"Charles? Hun, if you're not feeling good, we can do this some other time. Maybe you just need to sleep..." Jean softly rubbed Emma chest, causing her own breasts to jiggle and quake in the too-small bra. "Shhh..."
"Jean! Stop, we have to figure this out. You've been brainwashed, okay?" Emma tried to sit up but her gut kept her from doing that easily. Jean giggled and gently pushed the struggling Emma back down.
"Honey, shhh. What're you talking about? Brainwashed?" She nervously rubbed Emma's fat upper arm. The flesh was squishy and gave easily. Emma noticed she was wearing a diamond on her left ring finger. "Do we need to go to the hospital?"
Emma... - Manages to calm down - continues to freak out and Jean takes her to the ER - Uses telepathy to show Jean what's wrong - Succumbs to the attraction to Jean
"Oh, this is just great!" Jean scowls, emphasizing wrinkles, a finger on her forehead. "Typical! So typical!"
"... So you believe me?"
"Of course I believe you, Emmy!" Jean sighs." It's just... WHY CAN'T I EVER HAVE A NORMAL ANNIVERSARY?!"
"We had to cut our honeymoon short cause of a Skrull Invasion. We had six anniversaries ruined by Mojo! And that one with Santa?! I just..." Jean sighs. "Our... well, my daughter is having a baby next month. I really needed this trip. I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE A GRANDMA!"
... That wasn't true, but Emma wasn't gonna say that, obviously!
"It's not your fault." Jean sighs.
-"But we're fucking regardless, missy. Mama needs to let out some steam!" -"Let's go to bed and tackle this problem in the morning."
"W-What?" Emma stuttered helplessly as the redhead got on top of her, straddling the blonde's impressive hips with her own meaty, cellulite-covered thighs.
"If we're gonna figure this out, I gotta let off some steam, Emmy," Jean explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "I know you're not my actual Emma but surely you're with your Jean in your reality? I mean, we are soulmates and all."
Emma's left eye twitched. "Soulmates? Jesus Christ! No, Jean...I'm with Scott in my reality. I've never...ugh, you know. With a woman."
Jean looked at her for a moment before bursting out into laughter. Her whole body shook, from her breasts and plush arms to her plump belly. "You've never fucked a woman before? God, you know, I've met a few alternate reality Jean's and Emma's but I've never met one who actually thinks they're straight. That's...wow."
She smiled and Emma tried to push the redhead off of her. She'd had enough of Jean's mocking! In her reality, she hated this bitch! But Jean's ass was a behemoth -- there was no moving it unless those thick thighs the redhead carried around wanted it moved. Emma laid there, defeated.
"I am straight, okay? And I love my boyfriend. And I want to go back home!" Emma whined.
"I see..." Jean replied, unconvinced. "I promise you, in just a minute, you'll forget your boy toy's name."
"I highly doubt -- hey, what are you doing?"
Emma watched as Jean disappeared behind the blonde's massive breasts and belly. Jean snapped her fingers and Emma's clothes disappeared. She parted Emma's fat legs, revealing a hairy, hormonal pussy that looked nothing like the slim and trim snatch Emma was used to. It was a good thing she couldn't see it at her current angle.
Emma felt Jean probing her and flushed red with embarrassment and...something else. She couldn't deny that Jean's hot breath on her nether regions felt good. Better than good. She was actually getting a little wet down there.
- Emma stops Jean. This is too much! She wants to go home! - A slender Emma bursts into the room, interrupting them - Jean gives Emma the best orgasm she's ever had
Emma was tired from the hour-long fucking she'd received from Jean. Her new body couldn't take that much exertion and, just like the redhead on her breast, she fell asleep quickly.
...And awoke to a very strange feeling. In her ass.
"What are you --?!" Emma tried to turn over but her new body wasn't having it. She was firmly on her side and her heavy belly was really weighing her down. She managed to turn her head enough to look over her flabby shoulder, immediately making eye contact with a very mischevious looking redhead.
"My Emmy loves using the butt plug on me but she never lets me do the same to her. I was just testing if it's because her body doesn't like it." The hand that wasn't busy sneaked around to Emma's pussy, burying itself between the blonde's tree-trunk thighs. Jean quickly found a puddle forming and giggled. "I think I got my answer!"
"Q-Quit it! That's so...ugh, gross..." Emma squirmed as Jean began to play with her clit too, while her index finger continued to plunge in and out of Emma's surprisingly tight asshole.
"Maybe but it's a lot of fun. I knew my Emmy was lying when she said she didn't like it!"
Emma groaned and pushed back against Jean's hand a little, trying to bury the finger deeper. She hated that it did feel strangely good. Jean could tell she was enjoying it and decided to stick another finger in. The alien pressure got stronger -- and better. The blonde's moans got louder, which only encouraged Jean's ministrations.
Soon, the sweat from last night was reemerging all over Emma's plump, writhing form. Panting and groaning, she thrust herself, as best she could, against the redhead's hands. Jean nuzzled her, kissing her shoulders and shoving her tits against Emma's back -- almost as a reminder of the gender of the person doing this to her. It wasn't Scott. It wasn't some man. It was her soulmate -- a woman.
She came with a low grunt and a shudder. She felt almost as high -- if not higher -- than she had last night. Jean knew her body like no one else did. She knew every little spot that'd ignite her. It was incredible.
"How about some coffee?" Jean asked casually. She pulled her body off the bed and Emma saw the redhead's stretch-marked, cellulite covered booty in the light of day. It was quite something. Emma was sure she could balance a glass of wine and the bottle on that ass.
"Coffee?" Emma asked groggily. She was honestly still recovering from that orgasm. That orgasm...that Jean Grey gave her! She mentally groaned.
"Well, yeah. We can get room service here..."
"Jean!? Aren't you concerned about where your wife actually is?!"
Jean giggled. "My Emmy is fine."
"How do you know that for sure?"
"My Emma is..."
- President of SWORD - President of SHIELD - Head of the Sisterhood of Mutants
"... I don't... I... I don't know how to respond to this." Emma Frost, 23 years old, stands in her bedroom, staring at the 39 year old redhead nursing a child at the foot of her bed.
A woman big and round, the personification of matronly. Her big, freckled breasts exposed, her browned nipples being suckled by a hungry baby.
"It's my room, too, Emmy." Jean Frost justifies.
"IN. ANOTHER. WORLD." Emma slaps her hand to emphasize each word.
The baby gets fidgety.
"Can we not fight when I'm feeding?"
"I'm sorry, how did your world's Emma get involved with you?"
"Because she's not stupid."
"I think you mean the opposite."
"Look, as long as I'm here, Emmy, I'm staying in a room I'm comfortable with!"
"So I'm just supposed to give you my bed?!" Emma shouts.
The baby once again gets fussy. Jean shushes.
"We can share."
Emma shakes her head.
"Or, you could always knock on your Jean's door?"
Emma laughs. Since the Milfy Jean showed up, she's done nothing but try to set Emma up with her younger self.
"That's what divorce is for."
"Emmy, that's stupid." Jean assures. "Have you seen the way she stares at your breasts?!"
"I've seen the way you stare." Emma crosses her arms, raising her twins up in the process. Jean loved it! But, given she's use to Emma with... well, a lot more to show off, she's a little disappointed.
"Fine." Emma submits. "Take my room. But, I swear to god, the second we find a way to get you home, I want you out of my room!"
Emma stomps out in a huff.
"She's so much fun to break." Jean giggles. "Ow, sweetie, not so rough with mommy, Kay!"
P.S. Kappa, this is a DIRECT copy of what is going on in my actual life right now. Much more fun when fictional, I might add.
"Jean! Get outta my room!"
A slender seventeen year old brunette tossed a stray pillow at her tiny thirteen year old sister. The pillow hit the back of her head and the redhead yelped.
"Can't I like...hang out with you? And Emma?"
The blonde sitting on the queen sized bed next to Wanda smiled. "She's not so bad, Wanda."
"She's an annoying brat who'll tell Mom if we say anything about...literally anything! Such a freakin' nerd." Wanda scowled at her step-sister with true malice. Jean took a slow step back.
"No I won't...I just wanna hang out..."
"Out! Now!" Wanda tossed another pillow and Jean finally slipped out of the room, racing back to her own.
Wanda flopped down on the bed, annoyed. She blew a curly strand of hair from her face. "God. She's such a brat."
"You could've let her stay. She's not so bad." Emma toyed with the diamond bracelet she was wearing. Though she wouldn't admit it, she actually liked Jean quite a bit. She thought the nerdy redhead, with braces and thick glasses, was strangely adorable in her own way. Like a wounded puppy.
"She's a baby," Wanda said with a shake of her head. She grabbed the remote on her bedside table. "She can't even watch horror movies. She gets all scared and runs to Mommy."
"Well, she's only thirteen," Emma reminded her friend as Wanda flipped through the options on Netflix.
"True. I guess. So, what do you wanna watch?"
Five years later
"She's really...bloomed," Wanda admitted with a sneak of a smile. She was pouring liquor and Kool-Aid into a storage bin on the counter in the house she and Emma shared. They'd been sharing it for the past year with two other girls, Laura and Jubilee. Wanda's boyfriend Vision practically lived there too, along with Emma's boyfriend Scott. It was their senior year at Salem Tech and they were all getting ready to throw their last big party of the year.
"Started wearing makeup and dressing cuter. Got her braces off. Oh, and her ass is like...huge. Kinda weirdly huge," Wanda elaborated. She stirred the PJ, her slender arms rushing back and forth.
Emma had her arms crossed beneath breasts that had soared through the alphabet during college. They dominated her frame, along with a thick waist and curvy legs. "Yeah, I've seen her on social. She...she looks good."
"She's trying to get a boyfriend. Like super hard. But she's still kinda weird. She likes anime and comics and stuff."
Emma jostled her arms, her breasts jiggling and swaying. "I like those things too."
"Yeah, but you have those." She pointed with the spoon to Emma's rack.
"Hey, Scott and I are in love!"
Wanda laughed at her friend. "I know, I know. Just a joke, Emma! Chill out."
A few moments went by before Emma spoke up. "So, she's coming tonight?"
Wanda nodded. "With a few friends. I'm glad she's finally coming out of her shell."
"Yeah. That's good."
A few hours later, the lights were out in the house and the space was filled with heart pounding music. Emma swam though the crowd, clutching a cup of PJ and trying to keep her tits from escaping the low cut blouse Scott had urged her to wear.
She was looking for Scott but inadvertently ran into Wanda's little sister Jean instead. The two locked eyes and a nervous smile quickly spread on the redhead's face. "Emma! Wow. It's been a while."
Emma nodded slowly. "Yeahh...it has." Her eyes went up and down Jean's curvy form. Wanda had been right. She'd blossomed into a bombshell. "You look...nice."
Jean teased the hem of her short skirt mischievously. It probably would've been a normal length skirt on most girls but the redhead's fat rear really pulled it up. For some reason, the thought of getting her hands on those cheeks sent Emma's own cheeks aflame. Did she really think Jean was...hot?
Emma had felt things for girls before. That wasn't strange. But it was weird to think such thoughts about the girl she'd grown up viewing as a tiny, undeveloped nerd. She'd never had sexual thoughts before about Jean. It just felt weird.
Also...it didn't help that Emma had a boyfriend.
"Hey, Babe." Emma felt Scott's hands circle her and grab a breast. She saw Jean turn away, clearly embarrassed.
"Who's this?" Scott asked, nearly slurring. He looked at Jean strangely at the redhead blushed.
"Wanda's sister. Jean. Jean, this is Scott. My boyfriend."
Jean politely nodded and quickly excused herself to go outside where her friends were. Emma watched her go with a strange mixture of relief and wanting. She wanted to keep talking to her. She wanted to know her, beyond just being Wanda's sister. She actually did like Jean -- they had a lot in common. It just...it was strange. With how things were.
"Let's get some more drinks." Scott drug his girlfriend to the kitchen, away from the redhead.
- Five years later, Jean, Wanda, and Emma hang out again. And this time Emma is single. - Five years later, Emma finally admits to herself that she may actually like Jean - Five years later Jean is struggling with her homosexuality
5 years went by and Emma got comfortable in adult life. She became a chemistry teacher at a high school in Salem Center, not far from where she grew up. Wanda married Vision and the two were both working on getting their PhD's -- a fact that made Emma both jealous and thankful that she didn't have such high ambitions.
Emma's closest friend was still Wanda and they saw each other regularly. They also saw Wanda's sister Jean regularly who'd also settled down in the area after graduating from school. She was working as a dental assistant and lived less than fifteen minutes away from Wanda. The two sisters saw each other quite a bit and had formed a close bond.
And, by proxy, Emma had formed a tight bond with Jean. A bond that wasn't exactly...innocent. She'd hid it well but she was definitely attracted to the curvy redhead -- who'd only become more curvy since starting her "grown-up" job. A bigger paycheck meant more trips to the grocery store and more nights out, guzzling high-calorie drinks. Emma also had gained a sizable amount of weight -- especially in the tummy and her breasts. She knew she was still a pretty woman but she would occasionally hear students talking about how massive her GG tits were. It was humiliating. She honestly wanted a reduction.
"Jean and Laura are coming over tonight. We'll all go out to that Irish bar tonight. If you want." Wanda looked up from her laptop at her chest-heavy friend who was grading papers. The blonde nodded.
"Sure! Is Vision coming?"
"He's got an exam tonight. So no. I kinda want a girls night, so I'm not mad." She smirked and Emma laughed.
"Yeah, girls night. Sounds fun."
Wanda looked at her friend strangely. "Is something up? You seem kinda off."
Emma gripped the red pen in her hand tightly. "Nope. All good."
Internally, she was wondering if she could keep up the mental battle she was having about Jean. She liked her. A lot. They talked all the time and it was clear there was something there. And Emma knew Jean was gay. It just seemed perfect.
"Hey, Wands!" Jean gave her sister a big hug and plopped down in the cozy booth in front of her. The redhead was dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a blue turtle neck. The jeans looked painted onto her bulbous rear. Emma honestly wondered how she'd gotten them on. And how she'd be able to take them off...
"Hey Emma." Jean nervously tucked back a strand of hair and smiled. "You look really nice."
Emma had put some extra time and attention into her makeup and hair. Plus, she'd put on a white sundress that showed just enough boob to be sexy. She noticed Jean's eyes straying down, toward the dark line of cleavage.
Wanda and Laura, oblivious to the understated flirting, ordered drinks for the table and got to gossiping and laughing. An hour later, they were still going at it but now, Emma's hand was on Jean's thigh and the two were only talking to each other.
"You should try adding strawberries. And coating them in sugar and flour first," Emma said with a smile. "That'll keep them from sinking and clumping."
"Hmm...I've never thought of that. I'll have to try it." Jean looked at Emma and smiled. "You're gorgeous, you know that?"
Emma glanced at Jean's many empty glasses and laughed. "I think you're drunk, Jean."
"I am..." The redhead slid a lacquered finger across the rim of her drink. "But I know what I'm saying."
Emma gulped. "You'd really...?"
"What's going on between you two?" Wanda asked, interrupting the pulse-pounding conversation. Both women stilled.
"I don't...nothing," Emma started but Jean held up a finger.
"Emma and I...we like each other. I think that's pretty clear. And tonight, we're gonna have sex."
- Wanda freaks out. She hates the idea of her best friend and sister dating! - Wanda is fine with it. They're all grown now. - Skip to the sex
Rachel Grey, 22 years old, was having a Sunday dinner for the first time ever with her girlfriend, Irma, and her girlfriend's mom, Emma Frost.
Rachel was pretty nervous about having Emma over at her parent's house. Specifically because her parents were pretty conservative and white bread while Emma is... well... a porn star.
"Thanks for having us, Mrs Summers." Irma, 25, smiles kindly at the bottom heavy redhead, a city councilwoman and mother of 7. Her husband, Scott, mustache like Ned Flanders, was tall and lanky and very, very silent. Both Jean and Scott were doing their best to be supportive, but they were a little nervous about Rachel's lifestyle.
At least, that's what Rachel assumed. And she was right, at a least, for her Dad's Sake.
"This is a lovely meatloaf." Emma Frost, a top heavy blonde, 53 years old, smiles her rounded face, showing off laugh lines and wrinkles.
She dressed more or less appropriately, with breasts just a little more flashy in her white top than her daughter would appreciate.
Regardless, Emma was on her best behavior. It was Jean that was being funny. With squinted eyes looking at Emma up and down.
"Uh... are you okay, Mrs Summers?" Emma asks politely.
"I know you from somewhere, don't I?" Jean asks, puzzled. Rachel and Irma pretty confused at this point. These two women are like fore and ice. There's no way they came across one another on the circles they run.
"I don't think so." Emma assures, taking a sip of white wine, her soft lips on the glass making the gears in Jean's head run wild.
"I swear I see you all the time!" Jean stresses.
"Honey, are you alright?" Scott asks with concern in his voice.
"I'm fine." Jean nods. "I just... I know I know you!" Jean gets flustered. "It's bothering me that I can't pin it down!"
"Oh god." Irma's eyes widened.
Rachel, still unsure what's going on, smiles.
"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out sooner or later."
"I love these biscuits." Emma compliments. "They're so butter and soft."
"Yeah, I bet you love big, buttery pastries?" Jean comments.
Rachel's eyes lit up with an awkward smile.
"oh god." Rachel finally gets it.
Emma, now nervously sweaty, starts wafting a napkin on her forehead, her jiggly arms making Jean go nuts.
"I swear to god this is making me crazy!" Jean slams her fist on the table. "I know you!"
"Yes, you've made that pretty clear." Emma starts cough. Whispering an apology at Irma and Rachel, her soft lips causing Jean's heart to race.
"Do you work at that coffee shop on fifth and main?"
"No." Emma shakes her head.
"Do we go to the same Mature Yoga Class?"
"No." Emma shakes her head. "I do a different kind of exercise."
"Mother!" Irma drops her jaw.
"Sorry, sorry." Emma blushes.
Jean starts to pout.
"I swear I know you!" Jean gets irritated.
"Honey, maybe you should let this go?" Scott suggests.
"No! Not until I figure this out! She's got all these features I swear I see every single day!"
"... Every single day, mom?" Rachel raises a brow.
Jean nods. It was bothering her sooo much that she could put a place on how she knows Emma!
"Her bob, her soft lips, her big, round chest, wait... do you a tattoo on your butt?!"
"What?!" Emma, Irma, Rachel, and Scott all shout in surprise.
"A tattoo? Do you have a snowflake on your left butt cheek, yes or no?!"
Irma is beyond embarrassed, Emma can't say a word.
"You do! I knew it! You're Madam Frost! Oh my god, I watch you twice a day!" Jean gushes. "You're my favorite porn star over 50! This is crazy, I just watched Hellfire Club VII: Mamas in Vegas, an hour ago!"
... No one knew how to respond to that. Everyone was quiet as Jean had the biggest grin of self satisfaction on her face.
"Its crazy, I've been your biggest fan for nearly 25 years!" Jean brags. "Wow, the Queen of Lesbian Porn in my house?! It's like having Ms Pryde, Big Storm, and Mama Rogue times a million!" Jean gets up, her big, fat ass on full display. "...Well, it was great meeting you, Emma."
Jean waddles towards the door.
"Irma, Rachel, you look very cute together!"
"Thanks, Mom." Rachel sighs.
"Thanks, Mrs Summers." Irma fakes a smile.
"Well, I'm probably getting a divorce." Jean laughs. "... If anyone needs me, I'll be at my parents place a town over."
And with that, Jean was gone!
"... So, Madame Frost. Is that a family name?" Scott asks causally.
"No, it's... it's a porn alias." Emma responds awkwardly.
"Yeah, I know that, I'm trying to make a joke, give me this, my marriage literally just disintegrated a second ago!"
A year later, Jean and Scott's divorce was finalized. Jean got to keep the house and the kids but Scott got the car, the lake house, and the kids on the weekends. Neither of them seemed too upset about it -- both had already gotten SO's, though Rachel had yet to meet her mother's. Today was supposed to be the day that finally happened.
"She's running a little late," Jean said nervously, glancing at her dated StarkPhone. Rachel and Irma just nodded and sipped at their mimosas. It was a beautiful day and they were sitting outside at a small bakery that Jean had recommended. After the incident over Sunday dinner, Rachel had kept her distance from Jean, though she was trying to be as supportive as she could. She knew coming out in your 50s isn't easy.
"She's honestly always late." Jean blushed a bright pink and Rachel cocked her head.
"Um, well, we have places --"
"Wait! There she is!" Jean stood up, her ass and hips jiggling beneath her thin green dress.
Irma and Rachel looked up and gasped at exactly the same moment. There, waddling as fast as she could, was Irma's mother, Emma Frost!
"You...you're...dating?!" Rachel spat out.
"Hey, sweetie." Emma kissed the redhead on the cheek and gave her ass a quick pinch. "Sorry I'm late."
"It's fine. And yes, Rachel, we are dating. We have been for a while but we didn't know how to tell you two."
Jean sat down and Emma grabbed the seat next to her. Immediately, Emma placed a possessive hand on Jean's fat knee. Irma's eye twitched.
"How?! I mean...Mom, you always said you'd never date again!"
Emma shrugged. "Jeannie was persistent. She was a big fan...and you know how much of an ass lady I am."
Both Rachel and Irma mentally gagged. They did not need that mental image of two overfed milfs going at it!
"We're moving in together. And...we're thinking about doing a film together!" Jean clapped excitedly and Rachel moaned. Her life just got a lot more complicated!
"Wait. So...I don't get it. Why're you getting married to her?"
A gothic blonde with a half shaved head, pasty skin, and piercings on almost every piercable surface, shrugged her slight shoulders. "I'm in love, Laura. I really do love her."
"But you have zero in common with her."
Emma Frost, twenty-eight years old, nodded again.
Laura sighed and stirred her cup of sake with a finger. The young mutant was tired of listening to Emma's rants about Jean. It was getting to the point of exhaustion. And last week, when Jean proposed, Laura was sure Emma was going to end it. But then the blonde actually said yes! She actually wanted to marry the redhead future PTA mom!
"You complain about her all the time, Em. I really thought you'd end up with someone like Lorna, her sister. A rockstar with a bad attitude. Not an ex-cheerleader who wants five kids and a house in the suburbs! Honestly, I'm surprised she's even gay. That just blows my mind."
"Mine too," Emma muttered as she slurped up the remnants of her soba bowl. "But...I don't know...she's just so aggravating but also so adorable. I hate the whole cutesy show she puts on...but it also kinda gets me --"
"Stop. Stop right there. If there's one thing I don't want to hear about it's your sex life with that crazy redhead. I'm sure it's wild which is why I never wanna hear about it. Alright?"
Emma smirked. Laura was right -- it was wild. Yet another reason why she couldn't let the redhead go. That fat ass was just way too perfect!
"Look, a few years down the road, it'll be too late. I just...I think you should try seeing other people."
Emma fidgeted with the hem of her leather jacket. "Laura...I love her. Yes, she's annoying with all of her crazy demands, and her obsession with babies, and all the Hello Kitty shit she's moved into my apartment. But I feel like she's the one for me."
Emma's friend shook her head. She'd done all she could do.
"Fine. Am I invited to the wedding?"
Emma smirked. "If Jean gets her way, no. But I'll make sure to save you a seat."
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!
Feb 19, 2021 18:01:22 GMT -6
MeanMark: Just started an intractables thread -- join the FaceApp fun!
Feb 23, 2021 10:38:17 GMT -6
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