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Post by ark on Aug 26, 2020 8:47:36 GMT -6
Hi all,
By request, here's a story I wrote 8(!) years ago that was on the old yahoo group. It's a 8 part epic, covering all kinds of AP and AR. I'll post it one chapter at a time over the next week, just to spread the love.
Let me know if you enjoy it!
Ark
The Time Witch By Ark
Chapter 1 – The Storm in Time
The rain pummelled down relentlessly as Holly trudged up the road. This was a truly miserable Sunday morning if ever there was one. They sky was thick with dark purple clouds as far the eye could see, and there was an odd, heavy smell in the air.
Holly swiped herself into the grey, featureless building which was her local gym. She switched on the lights; clearly she was the first person here. That wasn’t uncommon on a Sunday, Holly had 24-hour access and she preferred to swim alone whenever possible.
She moved into the dressing rooms and began her least favourite part of the whole miserable routine, she took her clothes off. In her youth, Holly had been a bit of a looker. She had never really made the most of her slender figure. Now in her late 30’s, she bitterly regretted those lost opportunities. Taking off her top and bra, she felt the familiar sensation of her unsupported breasts drooping down her chest. As she bent down to remove her jeans, she couldn’t help but lament her belly rolls and love handles. Cellulite marred her legs and her bum had been expanding steadily for the last decade. All this combined with her growing collection of grey hair and wrinkles had turned the lithe young girl from Holly’s memory into the flabby middle-aged matron she now saw in the mirror.
She squeezed herself into a one-piece swimsuit that emphasised her every bulge. Holly felt hideous, but it had been years since she had dared wear a bikini. She glanced over her shoulder to check out her ass in the mirror. She knew this would only bring her heartache, but it had been part of her routine forever. Her ass looked like a burlap sack full of apple sauce (to her critical eyes at least). She audibly sighed, if only she could purge the world of mirrors, maybe then her self esteem would pick up?
She moved through into the deserted pool, and lowered herself in. She wasn’t always this maudlin, but today she was just feeling nostalgic for her fading youth. She missed the carless agility she had once had. Now her body was plagued by little aches and pains, and her stamina was a shadow of its former self. These days she even got cramp during sex! How unsexy must that be her lovers! It was bad enough that they had to look at her wrinkled face, and rub their hands across her flabby stretch marked hips, but cramp? Holly had nearly died of embarrassment the first time it happened, and the sex kitten inside her certainly had.
Not that her lovers had been much to write home about recently. Being an out of shape, 38 year old receptionist hardly made her irresistible to the opposite sex, so her partners tended to be balding, ambitionless failures. She found it hard to makes any connection with any of them, so it tended to be awkward one-night stands, and Holly would always feel a bit dirty afterwards. She missed the days where she would be turning away hot young men, or even slightly skinny nerds/one-day-millionaires. God knows she had turned away one or two guys who had gone onto to greatness in her prime. Now those same geeks were married to supermodels and living in mansions. Just another of the many missed opportunities.
As she breaststroked across the pool, the storm outside kicked off and thunder boomed in the distance. Lightning lit up the pool through the glass panelled ceiling above her. The storm was unseasonable, it had been a scorching summer week up till now, and no storm had been forecast, but Holly was too caught up in her body issues today to really care.
As she considered the pros and cons of dying her greying, once fiery red hair, the thunder got closer. So much so the building started to rattle. Holly stopped and looked up at the rather frail looking ceiling over her. Treading water she started to think that maybe swimming wasn’t such a good...
The ceiling exploded. A bolt of lightning crashed into Holly and the pool erupted in brief purple glow. Holly’s world went black.
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She awoke floating face up in the pool. She just lay there for a few seconds, trying to remember how she got there. She saw the shattered windowpanes above her and it all came flooding back. She had been struck by lightning. Inside. In a swimming pool. Was that even possible? How was she still alive? She started to swim very cautiously back towards the pools edge, dodging the shards of broken glass as she went. It was only when she eased herself out of the water that she realised something had changed.
Normally, pulling herself out of the pool would have been an ungraceful heaving act. However, this time it was smooth and effortless. She flowed out of the pool and on to her feet in one seamless act. She was lighter. Much lighter. She glanced down at her body.
“What the actual fuck!” she exclaimed to no one in particular.
In place of the dumpy frame she had possessed mere minutes before was a svelte figure. Her too-tight bathing suit now looked oversized on her slim new body. She looked open mouthed at her hands. They looked much smoother and more delicate than she was used to. In shock she ran back to the changing rooms to get a better look at herself.
She stood in opened mouth awe at the woman that stared back at her. Her suspicions were confirmed. She was young again.
Holy admired a reflection she hadn’t seen for twenty years. Her face was slimmer, the spectre of her double chin had vanished, and the effect was staggering. Had she really gained that much weight over the years? Her wrinkles had gone. Not just faded, but completely vanished. She possessed the velvet smooth skin of a teenager, decorated only with a light smattering of freckles. Her emerald eyes shone youthfully, they even looked bigger without the sags and bags. Her lips were a deep red and had a natural pout the oozed sexiness. Holly was in awe. Had she ever really been this beautiful?
She ran her smooth hands through her vibrant red hair. Gone were the greys that had tormented her for the last 5 years. Gone were the split ends and frizz. In their place was flowing shoulder length red-gold hair that looked like it belonged in a shampoo advert, although it was still dripping wet.
Almost giggling with glee, Holly slipped out of her loose swimsuit and tossed it aside to admire herself in all her naked glory. It had been ages since she had dared look at herself full frontal without the risk of imminent tears, but she was new woman now. Or should that be her old self? Holly didn’t really care about the semantics; she was too fixated on her breasts. She had always been full breasted, a D cup at 17, but by the time she 25 they had already started to sag. Subtly at first of course, but by the time she celebrated her 38th birthday they hung down her chest and were covered in stretch marks. It had been years since she had let any man see her floppy boobs with the bedroom lights on for fear they would run away screaming. However these orbs were a different matter entirely. They stood around proudly on her chest, round and firm. She caressed their smooth full flesh and grinned in delight.
The rest of her body was in similar flawless condition. Her belly and love handles had been replaced by a toned navel and a cinched waist. Her hips still has a womanly shape, but now her curves were smooth and tight rather than bubbling. Holly’s legs were fabulous, they seemed much longer without the flab, and were shapely all the way down.
She looked over her shoulder at her ass and started to laugh. Her apple sauce backside was gone, and it its place was a pert, heart shaped masterpiece of an ass. She gave it a quick pinch to make sure it was real, and was suitably satisfied with its springy texture.
How had this happened? She had her 18 year old body back in pristine condition. Was that even possible? She must be going mad. Maybe she was dead? That was a possibility; she had been hit by the Godzilla of thunder bolts mere minutes before after all. Did she care? Real or not, dead or not, Holly was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
She dried herself off as quickly as she could, and pulled on her elasticated jogging bottoms. They were hilariously too big for her now, but were pretty flattering in the ass department. She pulled on her equally baggy sweater and admired the prominent shapes of her unfettered breasts underneath. Her hefty underwire bra and white granny pants she threw in the bin with a gleeful flourish.
She felt amazing. Sure she had looked this good before, maybe for the one split second 20 years ago that was her peak, but she could never remember feeling this good. She felt like every inch of her was supercharged. She could run a mile, climb a mountain. Holly felt like she could do the splits... so she did. It was effortless. She had NEVER been able to do the splits before! She sprang back up with her heart pounding. She had to test this body out, so she decided to sprint home. She flew out of the leisure centre and down the road back to her house. The odd storm had faded now and the sun was peaking back out. Holly covered the half mile to her front door in 2 minutes flat, and had barely broken a sweat. This was incredible!
She ran up the stairs and tore off her unflattering attire, cast an excited eye over her fabulous new body, and then started rummaging though her wardrobe for any sexy clothes. She settled on some red lingerie bottoms, and a white mid thigh summer dress that she had never been able to squeeze into before today, but was at least a size too big for her now. A bra seemed pretty pointless given her perky new assets, so she went without. Holly strapped on some lacy high heels and set out to hit the town. Sure it was barley midday, on a Sunday, but she had wasted her youth once before, and she would be damned if she would do it again!
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Holly woke the next ache with the dull headache that always followed a night of excess. She groaned and tried to make sense of the blurry half memories that comprised the previous evening. She remembered hitting her first wine bar in the early afternoon; she had some vague recollection of flirting shamelessly with some very attractive young men and ending up with them in a nearby casino. How she had gotten home was a mystery. One thing she clearly remembered was how much fun she’d had! She had been inundated with male suitors all night, and it had been amazing to be the centre of attention again. She had flirted, flounced and teased all evening. Crossing her long legs at every opportunity to show off a scandalous amount of smooth thigh, tossing her hair around like a salad, she hadn’t bought a drink or placed a bet all evening. It had been such a rush.
While she felt a little guilty about using her enhanced sex appeal for such petty ends, she could at least be proud of herself for not ending up in someone else’s bed last night. One drunken bloke had put and unwelcome hand on her knee, so she had shoved him halfway across the room in response. Her new body was unbelievably strong. She smiled and ran her hands up her body under the covers, but what she found under her fingers was sobering.
Underneath her summer dress (which she had slept in, Holly had been two plastered to get in off the night before. How she had managed to unlace her strappy heels would remain a mystery till the end of time) Holly’s hands did not feel perfect 18 year old breasts. Instead they found softer, slightly limp boobs.
“Shit!” Holly sat bolt upright and threw away the covers, her mild hangover forced to the back of her mind by panic. She was old again.
She scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. If the ache in her lower back from sleeping funny didn’t confirm her suspicions, her reflection certainly did. If last night she had looked like a goddess, this morning she looked like mutton dressed as lamb. The outlines of her breasts underneath her dress showed they were now tear drop shaped and gravitating away from each other. Her hips and waist had clearly expanded again as her figure was decidedly more pear than hour glass. Her exposed thighs were now flabbier, and her cellulite had made an unwelcome return. She leaned in to inspect her face and noted with resignation the myriad of lines around her eyes. There was less definition around her jaw and her lips had lost that natural pout. As a final insult, she spotted one coarse grey hair in her tousled red hair.
Holly was devastated. Maybe she had no right to have suspected her miraculous transformation to last, but still her flabby reflection was hard to take. Suddenly, her mirror image was joined by another, as her roommate Kimmy rushed into the bathroom.
“Oh hi Hols” she chirped. “Sorry for barging in, just got to grab my sun cream”. Holly owned her large town house, but a few years ago had decided to rent out some rooms to a few students. Not so much for the money, but hoping some young company would make her feel younger. Not that it had worked, being surrounded by perky perfect bodied youngsters had only served to highlight her own fading charms. Kimmy was wearing nothing but a bikini; no doubt she would be off down the local park to sunbathe with her friends imminently. She was nothing short of stunning. Petit at 5’2, she had a tiny waist , perky c cup boobs and a pert bubble bum. Her bright eyed face was framed by long blonde hair that hung in lazy ringlets. Kimmy’s luscious looks had been a constant cause of silent envy from her middle aged landlady since the 20 year old has moved in.
Kimmy gave Holly a second glance. “Hey, looking good boss, did you get a new hair cut or something?” Holly looked back in the mirror and had to admit Kim had a point. While she was miles away from the perfection of yesterday, she still looked much better that she had for a good few years. Her waist still had a bit of definition, there were a few less wrinkles and her face looked fresher. And besides, she only had that one pesky grey hair. That lightened Holly’s mood dramatically.
“Thanks Kimmy” Holly smiled and put her hand on Kim’s shoulder, but her hand was hit by a strange sensation the second she touched Kim’s skin. It felt a bit like she was touching a vacuum. She quickly pulled it away in shock. Kimmy showed no signs of noticing anything odd.
“You will have to tell me your secret, I would kill to look as good as you when I am your age” Kimmy posed briefly in front of the large full length mirror. “Hey, do you think this bikini makes my bum look bi....”
It was a stupid question that Kim was always asking. Her bum never looked anything less than perfect. However saying that, holly matched Kim’s gaze and only just managed to muffle a gasp. Her bum DID look a smidge bigger in those barley-there bikini bottoms. A bit softer too? There was just a hint of uneven texture. Kim had a look of unbridled horror on her face. Holly noticed as well that the students bikini seemed to be cutting into her stomach and hips ever so slightly. As she stared, Holly felt her own midriff tighten. What the hell?
Kim regained her composure. “Humm, ok maybe I will rock a sarong today.” Her confidence was really shaken, it was written all over her face. Her slightly older looking face. Holly was still speechless as she watched that one bastard grey hair fade away in her own red mane.
Kim rushed a goodbye and hurried away, Holly watching her slightly wobblier ass in the mirror as she went. What the hell had just happened? Had Holly really just sucked a few years from her tenant? It certainly felt that way. She locked the bathroom door and pulled off her summer dress. Holly guessed she had been 30, maybe 31 years old this morning. Now she must have been three or four years younger. Those years either side of thirty were clearly a big deal, she looked a LOT better now. Her breasts had risen up a bit her chest and seemed firmer, her waist was more defined and her legs blissfully less flabby. To boot there were notably less wrinkles on her fresher looking face. Sure she wasn’t perfect again, her double d’s still had a bit of droop and her ass was still flaunting some soft cellulite, but she was a good looking late 20s woman. Holly smiled a slightly wicked grin.
She could drain youth! She had a superpower! She needed to test out the limits of her new ability as soon as possible. And more importantly, she needed to decide what she would use it for. Would she be a superhero, or a supervillain?
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Post by niddlyby43 on Aug 26, 2020 8:55:00 GMT -6
Loved this series. So much variation in AP. Thanks again Ark.
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Post by VioletJames on Aug 26, 2020 14:42:01 GMT -6
Oh I’m so excited.. The Sophie and Pippa chapters were always my favorite 😍😍😍.
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Post by ark on Aug 27, 2020 6:18:24 GMT -6
Chapter 2 – Street Justice
Holly stood on a rooftop above the town centre and adjusted her mask, and debated what she was about to attempt. She had passed the first, at least in her own mind. She had resisted the urge to just steal any more of the youth of her flatmates. It would have been easy, but she liked the girls. Holly may have resented their youth and beauty, but they were good girls and hadn’t done anything to deserve premature old age.
However, Holly sure as hell wasn’t going to let her power go to waste. She had the opportunity to be young again, and she was going to take it.
At first she had struggled to think of suitable targets. Girls who had bullied her at school? Some of the bitches she had worked with over the years? As satisfying as that would have been, it seemed a bit petty. Then it came to her, she would drain criminals! She could be a superhero after all.
So she had botched herself together a costume. A short skirt, a one piece swimsuit and a pair of FMBs, topped off with a thin black mask to cover her eyes. She was hardly Supergirl, but it should do to hide her identity. She had no intention of getting caught and dissected by some shady government agency.
Then came the hard part. Finding some victims. Holly had no real idea about where to go looking for criminals. And did they have to be female? She had no idea about the ins and outs of her power, but wasn’t willing to test them out on innocent people, so she would have to throw herself in at the deep end. That was how she had ended up standing on a rooftop, feeling rather ridiculous.
She adjusted her skirt. It was elasticated, but was still a bit tight around her late 20’s middle, and showed a bit more of her slightly flabby thighs than she would have liked, but it would have to do.
There has been no sign of any trouble for hours, just a quiet night on the town. She was just starting to think about giving the whole thing up, when she got lucky.
She heard raised voices from the alley directly below her so she peered down to have a look. A chavy couple were arguing with each other. A petit blonde girl and skinhead lad. The row seemed to be about money but Holly was too far away to catch every word. The Blonde was really laying in to her boyfriend, she heard the words “cheapskate” and “coward” more than once.
They were joined in the alley by a studious looking brunette woman heading the opposite direction. She looked up to see the dysfunctional couple yelling at each other, and suddenly seemed very uncomfortable.
The blonde seemed to see this newcomer as an opportunity.
“HERES YOR CHANCE ASSHOLE!” She screamed at her beleaguered boyfriend and pointed at the new woman. “GRAB THAT BITCH AND GET US SOME CASH!”
The brunette panicked and turned to run, but the skinhead was on her in a flash. He grabbed her by the head and threw her to the ground. Holly was running down the fire escape before she knew what was happening.
The thug just stood there while his blonde banshee rummaged through the stunned woman’s belongings. He didn’t even notice holly running up behind him until she grabbed the back of his neck. “Here goes nothing” she muttered and silently prayed her powers would work.
She instantly felt the familiar vacuuming sensation, but it was somehow different. If Holly had been asked to describe it, she would have compared the sensation to drinking diet coke instead of the real thing.
Rather than the fleeting touch that she and Kimmy had shared back home, this time she held on as tight and as long as she could. She could feel the man aging rapidly under her fingers, but Holly wasn’t getting any younger this time. She was relieved it at worked at all.
Her victim turned and struggled, but Holly kept skin and skin contact as she grappled and he grew weaker by the second. He must have been about 25 to start off with, but now his muscles were wasting away and his six pack bulged out into a less than impressive beer belly. He finally clocked his transformation when he must have reached about sixty years old.
“What the hell!” he bellowed as he looked down in despair at his aged body. Holly took the opportunity and punched him square in the face. He collapsed stunned against the alley wall.
Holly turned her attention to the blonde. The tramp was skinny, maybe a size 8. Her breasts were maybe a c cup and were prominently displayed in a small blue boob tube, with her tiny waist proudly revealed beneath it. Her ass was round and nicely shaped for someone so slim and just the tiniest hint of it could be seen poking out from her scandalously short denim hot pants.
The girl was stunned by what she had seen happen to her boyfriend, and hesitated just long enough for Holly to grab her exposed arms. Holly was hit by an incredible rush as youth rushed through her and the transfer began. Her body literally tightened all over. She felt her large breasts firm up and the last of her belly fat melt away. A smirk crept onto her masked face as she felt her ass and legs return to sculpted perfection. The would-be mugger was having much less fun.
Her breasts were the first noticeable change, growing slightly and pushing against the tight top, her nipples clearly visible against the taught fabric. Her cleavage was a glorious expanse of smooth skin and Holly was getting one hell of a eye full. But within seconds the view was less appealing, as the blondes skin began to lose its youthful glow and her chest took on a subtle sag that signalled the end of girlish beauty and heralded the arrival of womanhood. As her perky melons became lemons, the changes to the rest of her body became apparent. Her waist expanded and her flat stomach began to bulge out, and her shorts cutting into her uneven flesh. Her bubble butt strained against the fabric and spilled out underneath, it’s alluring curve quickly replaced by a flat and wobbly square. The blondes slender thighs bubbled with new cellulite.
She gasped in disbelief as she felt as much as saw her sex appeal vanish, she began to struggle more desperately against Holly, but every year that was sucked from her only served to make Holly stronger. The redhead’s outward rejuvenation had halted now at a steady 18 years old, but the additional transferred youth was supercharging her. The rush was beyond incredible.
Holly watched the fine lines and wrinkles snake out from her victim’s eyes. Her cheeks and jaw line grew puffier and less defined her kissable lips now thinner and began to wrinkle. Three deep crevices sprouted up along her formerly smooth forehead as she flew into her 40s. Holly had only meant to drain a decade or so, just enough to restore the youth of the night before, but now she wanted more.
The blonde’s hair quickly lost its lustre and was now more of a dull dishwater shade. Grey hairs rushed through first in coarse strands and then in streaks. Her breasts were sagging limply now, the right boob has popped of the woefully inadequate top and now hung there sadly pointing at the floor.
She must have been in her mid 50s when Holly finally snapped herself out of her trance and let go. The middle aged woman before her staggered backwards, looking down at her ruined body. Gone was the provocatively dressed hottie of mere moments ago, in her place was a ridiculously dressed old woman. She clutched her bare breast and sobbed.
Holly on the other hand felt better than she ever had. She was the exact opposite of her distraught victim. Beautiful, slim and perky with her vibrant red hair framing a flawlessly smooth face. A wave of guilt hit her, but then remembered the brunette who had nearly been mugged. She dashed over to the woman and helped her up. The woman stared wide eyed at her rescuer.
“What...how did you?” she stammered.
“I don’t know. Just a trick I picked up recently” Holly answered lamely. “Are you ok? You should get out of here, just in case grandma and granddad still fancy their chances” That didn’t look likely. The blonde (though actually, there was hardly any ‘blonde’ left in her grey mane) had slumped the floor next to her skinhead boyfriend and was rocking back and forth. Clearly in shock.
“Yea ok. Thanks, I mean, for saving me.” The brunette picked herself up and retrieved her handbag. “And what should I call you?"
“Huh?” Holly wasn’t really prepared for the post rescue small talk.
“What’s your name? Or you alias of whatever? I mean, we can’t have a superhero running around Foxford without a name!” Holly had definitely not been expecting that question.
“I don’t know, I guess you will have to make one up?” Holly regretted that as soon as it came out of her mouth. “Well then, um, see you around” and Holly ran down the alley as fast as her toned legs could carry her. Which was bloody fast, Holly had to suppress a yelp at her own power. Her body was supercharged, it was unreal. Maybe once she rejuvenated to her 18 years old peak, the additional youth stored itself as raw energy inside her? That seemed as good a theory as any, so Holly went with it. Super speed and strength would certainly add an extra dimension to this crime fighting lark...
***”I’m speaking to you live from the scene of one of the strangest stories I have ever reported on Jeff. It seems the town of Foxford has its very own masked vigilante! It was last night; here in this very alley that local journalism student Alexandra Robottom was mugged by a man and a woman in their early twenties. She was however rescued by a woman wearing a mask, who clambered down from the rooftops. The strangeness doesn’t stop their however, as it appears she stopped the muggers by aging them. Ms Robottom claims she saw it happen in front of her very eyes, and the two suspects who were arrested at the scene were apparently in their 50s. Foxford police refused to comment at this stage, but did say the couple in custody were “distressed and confused” and officers would be investigating their statements in due course. Ms Robottom, who writes a column in the Foxford Gazette, spoke very highly of her rescuer and claimed she went by the name of “The Time Witch”. More on this extraordinary story as it develops.***
Holly turned off the TV with a frown on her otherwise flawless face. Time Witch! It made her sound like an old lady! Oh well at least she didn’t look like one any more...
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Two black 4x4s pulled up at the entrance to the alley. Numerous black suited men with sunglasses and headsets spilled out and began sweeping the alley. They were closely followed by a young brunette woman in an immaculately tailored suit. She was in her mid twenties, with shoulder length brown hair which held a regimented wave. Hers was a cold beauty. Cold, but undeniable. She strode down the alley with a palpable confidence as her men checked the readouts on numerous odd looking instruments.
“Report” She spoke to the nearest minion without even looking in his direction.
A rather timid man replied, fidgeting uncomfortably in his black suit. “Readouts are off the scale Ms Pyre. The substance was definitely here in some form or another.”
Mellissa Pyre rubbed her brow as she frowned. This was a whole new level of complication on an already catastrophic disaster. The explosion back at The Institute had been completely unexpected, but it was the loss of the substance that was the biggest headache. She had been so close. Testing was almost complete, and then bang, she was back to the drawing board. But at least the situation had been contained. Or so they had thought.
This new development was troubling. Her research wandering around, in human form if the papers were to be believed, posed a logistical nightmare. All this stress was going to give her wrinkles. Her stomach churned at the thought.
But perhaps there was another way to look at this. Mellissa could still turn this around. If she could reclaim this woman, this ludicrously named “Time Witch”, then her research could continue. A human test subject might even move everything forward exponentially. I cool smile crept onto her delicate lips. Yes she though, eternal youth was still within her grasp.
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Post by ark on Aug 28, 2020 10:39:31 GMT -6
Time Witch – Part 3
Holly looked at herself in the mirror and pondered her options. Her reflection was amazing. She didn’t think she would ever get used to it. Her bright green eyes shone out in vivid contrast to alabaster pale skin and bright red hair. The lines, wrinkles, and sags she had come to accept as the norm over the last two decades were nowhere to been seen. A smile crept across her pouty lips, but still, a decision had to be made.
Her career as a crime fighter had been going improbably well. In the month since her clumsy debut in the alleyway, she had stopped several other muggings, foiled a bank robbery and even taken out an entire biker gang single handed.
A lot if the goons she had taken out had been men, which was a shame, as while her aging powers still worked on males, she didn't get any younger when she drained them. But luckily enough she had managed to catch a fair number of women too.
She had drained a lithe young pickpocket, who was now much less nimble in her menopausal years. A curvaceous get-away driver whose hourglass figure now rocked a spare tyre instead of a waist. And not forgetting the threesome of biker groupies who would struggle to be trophy wives now that their tits sagged to their hips.
Holly had discovered a lot more of the details about her power in this time. She figured every 10 years or so she drained gave her a week or so of supercharged youth in her supple 18 year old body. Not only was she young and beautiful in this state, but she was a flexible as a gymnast, could run at Olympic pace and throw motorcycles around like frisbees.
She could feel this reserve of this power in her body like the battery icon on a phone, and likewise could feel it draining away. Slowly most of the time, quicker if she was using her superhuman skills.
Out of necessity she had also gained a greater deal of control the draining. She had gone out clubbing with her housemates a couple of weeks back (well they were her tenants really, but she had come to think of them as housemates now she was the same age as them). She had accidentally brushed up against Suzie while admiring the students fabulous bouncy chest, and had sucked a few years off her. Pretty unnoticeable, but those boobs seemed just a smidge heavier, her fresh face just a little more mature. Suzie hadn't noticed, but Holly felt awful about it. Against her better judgement (she blamed the booze) she had experimented all night to see what set her power off. Tiny transfers of course, on random club goers rather than her new friends. A few months off this girl, a year off that, she deduced that thinking about the physical characteristics of a potential victim triggered her ability. Absent mindlessly touch a student’s ass, no problem. Start thinking about how firm and smooth it is, and soon enough you'll have cottage cheese between your fingers.
Holly felt sorry for Kim and Suzie. They were both probably 25 now. Hardly ancient, but half a decade older than they should be through no fault of their own. Kimmy in particular had taken a real confidence knock, and was wearing more conservative outfits and noticeably more make up. Holly would transfer the years back in a heartbeat, if she only knew how.
However well her exploits had been going so far, she had run into a little bump in the road. Some wise ass kid had managed you catch her running across some rooftops on his camera phone. That had elevated her from an urban legend to genuine vigilante in the eyes of the police. And they really don't smile in that kind of thing.
The papers were calling her 'Foxfords most wanted', and public opinion seemed pretty divided on whether being aged 40 years was fair punishment for pickpocketing. So Holly had decided to lay low for a week or so in the hopes that the heat would die down. The only problem now was that her youth reserves were running low.
Holly estimated she had maybe a day left before she would start aging again. Of course, once that happened she would lose her super strength and agility, which would make crime fighting much more difficult. That and Holly would have to give up her youthful beauty. Her stomach churned at the thought of crow’s feet around her eyes again, breasts that succumbed to gravity, that first grey hair. Cellulite.
She shuddered. So she had to make a choice. Stay in hiding or stay young?
It was a choice that was easy to make.
Holly had not wasted her week off. She had quit her job, that was a no brainer. She hated it, wasn’t desperate for money, and didn’t want to explain her inexplicable shedding of 20 years to her jealous colleagues. She could live off rent and savings for a good long while.
She had also spent a lot of time hanging out with her tenants. Kimmy, Suzie and Pippa were good kids and had let Holly into their little group without any trouble. Holly was surprised that they hadn’t made more of an issue about her rejuvenation, but she supposed they hadn't spent much time together beforehand.
Most importantly, Holly had been doing some research. She was hardly the world’s greatest detective, but she could Google like a champion. She had run every conceivable search for female criminals in Foxford, and had come up with a real doozie. Sonya Lostez, daughter of infamous crime boss Marcos Fortune Lostez, had just moved to town. She was a proper little daddy’s girl, but rather than relax spending all of her father’s ill-gotten gains, she had decided to follow in his footsteps. She had been linked to everything from drugs to gun smuggling, and had more than one murder with her shadow looming over it. Like her father though, she had proved remarkably resilient to conviction. A succession of expensive lawyers and convenient fall guys had kept her out of jail. She was young, brilliant, and outrageously beautiful. In short, she was perfect for Holly.
...... Sonya Lostes liked power in all its forms. Money was obvious, she had been spending daddy’s millions since before she could walk and was rapidly acquiring a fortune if her own. Fear was even more powerful than cash and her reputation was becoming more fearsome by the day. And there was one more thing that gave Sonya power over others. Well over men at least.
She strode through her mansion wearing nothing but matching black lingerie. Designer of course, with subtle frills to draw attention to her pert breasts, her sculpted figure and her endless smooth legs. Her long dark hair fell down past her shoulders immaculately, framing her pouty face and slender neck.
She pushed open the swing doors to her bodyguards’ room and stood in the doorway looking every inch a goddess.
Her bodyguard, Ignazio, looked up, dropped his jaw and his TV remote.
"Miss Lostez, I ... um ... Is everything..."
Sonya silenced him with her hand, then beckoned him with a come-hither finger. She turned back down the corridor, feeling Ignazio’s eyes on her flawless ass as it swayed from one side to the other in sync with the rhythm of her hips.
She grinned. Her favourite type of power of course was her beauty. Her smouldering good looks and toned elegant figure opened all kinds of doors for her, and let her manipulate the weaker sex to her will.
She could have any man she wanted, and tonight she wanted Ignazio. His muscular physique and inherent awkwardness at sleeping with his boss would make him an acceptable play thing.
Once back in her room, she turned and put a finger up to Ignazio’s face and eased a seductive 'shushhhh' from her lips. Muscular he may be, but she had no interest in his dim-witted voice tonight.
Sonya ripped off his shirt and threw him to the four poster. She mounted him and rubbed her smooth hands down his bronzed chest and abs. Oh yes she thought, he'll do.
Sonya unclipped her bra and threw it aside revealing her full round breasts to her conquest. She bent down and rubbed their soft flesh down his chest as she undid his belt. Pulling away his trousers she saw that he was very pleased to see her, as well he should be. She teased him further with her full lips and gifted tongue and left him begging silently for more as she pulled off her pants and eased him inside her.
She rose him like a stallion, gyrating her tight hips and throwing her luscious dark hair back and forth. He groped her young breasts and admired their insolent disregard for gravity, ran his fingers across her flat stomach and cupped the round smooth curve of his mistress’s ass.
Sonya revelled in the looks of lust as pleasure shot though her. She thrust harder and harder, biting his neck as he gasped. He had clearly never experienced anything like this before, and she delighted to think that he would remember this till his dying day. Sex was power, and she was its master.
She finished with a flourish, throwing a hair back and sighing deep and long as the waves of ecstasy washed over her. Ignazio trembled beneath her, wandering what he had done to deserve such luck.
Sonya rolled her lithe young body off him and gestured for him to leave. He hesitated only for an instant, then hurriedly gathered his clothes and made for the door. He looked back and the goddess curled up on the bed, and Sonya favoured him with sly smile and a knowing wave. He had played his part after all.
Satisfied with her night’s amusement, she spread out on top of the covers and fell into a contented sleep.
…........................ Sonya awoke an hour or so later to a hand grasped round her ankle. She screamed and tried to pull away, but the grip was too strong. The hand belonged to a masked woman who held on tightly as she kicked and struggled, red hair blowing in the breeze.
"Who the fuck are you!" Soyna screamed, incensed that someone had the nerve to sneak into her room. Didn't this bitch know who she was?
After a few more seconds the redhead released her ankle and fled towards the open window. Sonya ran after her screaming.
"You better run! I'll kill you for this you little freak! Who the hell do you think you are!" The redhead gracefully swan dived into the darkness beyond the window, and by the time Sonya looked out she was gone without a trace. It was only once Sonya slammed the door that the heiresses noticed something was wrong.
Her body ached in unfamiliar ways. Her left knee creaked and hip felt like it needed to pop. She straitened her back and winced at the pain.
Sonya hobbled over to get the look in the mirror and was surprised to see her mothers reflection. She knew of course that it must be her own face starring back at her, but her brain just couldn't make sense of what she was seeing.
Her long dark hair had lost its lustre and was now frizzy and limp. Sonya put her hand to her mouth in shock as she saw numerous coarse grey hairs in amongst the black. What had happened to her?
Deep furrows now marred her forehead. Her formerly seductive eyes were surrounded by dozens of tiny lines and deep wrinkles. Her deft nose was now a bigger uglier shape, flanked by fleshier cheeks that dropped sadly down.
That gorgeous mouth that had teased and flattered powerful men the world over was now unrecognizable. Her full red lips were deflated, wrinkled where once they had been smooth and kissable. A loose jaw line and creased neck completed the look of an aging beauty, who's best days were long in the past.
Sonya was dumbfounded and felt more than a little sick. She traced her wrinkles with an older fingers to make sure they were real. How could this of happened to her? She was a beautiful 24 year old, not a wrinkled matron with less sex appeal than her mother! She refused to accept this madness. Surely this was reversable, maybe it was only temporary? Just a nightmare maybe? Soon the grey hairs would recede, the wrinkles smooth away. Wouldn't they?
With utter dread in her stomach she looked down at her naked body and let loose a gasp. The toned perfection of her figure was nowhere to be seen. She cupped her limp breasts. No longer full and pert, they sagged down her chest and had lost much of their curve. They might have been slightly bigger but Soyna couldn't be sure given their ruined shape. Her sensitive nipples were elongated and wrinkled. Sonya felt a tear roll down her cheek.
Her washboard toned stomach was gone, and in its place a sad paunch. Her narrow waist was completely absent. She hadn't gained a huge amount of weight, just a fair few pounds all over and a slackness that savaged her once svelte figure. She cradled her unwanted belly in her hands and squeezed inches of uneven flesh. The smooth glow that her young skin had possessed so recently had become a blotchy blemished parody, and everywhere she looked there were wrinkles.
Sonyas athletic legs had been ravaged. Flab and saggy skin resided where tight curves belonged, and soft dimples had taken root down the backs of her thighs. Her knees were knobbly and ached, her delicate ankles now thick and swollen.
Soya felt another tear running down her cheek. She was hideous. The power and beauty of her youth was lost forever. How had this happened to her? That woman...ohh shit! She must have been the fucking Time Witch! She had been convinced those old women on TV had been crazy. She had laughed at their delusions of lost youth. It didn't seem in the slightest bit funny now.
She ran her fingers across her derriere in continuing disbelief. Her sumptuous ass was now larger, softer and dropper. A sad flat lump rather than a delectable curve. She pinched a wilting cheek and watched cellulite ripple around her fingers. In that instant her horror turned to rage.
This was insufferable. Sonya Lostez did not have a saggy ass. She was not a stale worn out hag. This wasn't her body. She was sexy, and she would be again. She would get her youth back from that red haired bitch and make her suffer if it was the last thing she did on this earth.
At that moment her useless bodyguard finally rushed in. Ignazio took one look at Sonya's ruined body and cried out in horror.
"Miss Lostez! What happened to you? You look so...old!" Sonya's wrinkled face screwed up as she gave the idiot a death stare. Well that was him fired.
"Well noticed Sherlock. I've been robbed. Call that woman from the Institute of Aging immediately and get her here within the hour" she looked at Ignazio’s disinterested cock, which would have been fully at attention if she stood naked before him at her true age. She felt a wave a self-consciousness and loathing that she was not at all used to. "And put some damn clothes on you stupid ape! Go on, get a move on!"
........................... Mellissa Pyre sipped her tea and looked across the coffee table at one of the country’s most dangerous and powerful women. She looked quite a bit different now than she did the last time the two women had met. Older, obviously, but angrier as well. The self-assurance was gone from her, and in its place was fury.
“The Witch was here this evening. I assume she’s something to do with you and your ridiculous science project?” The gangster heiress sipped her own drink and stared icily as she spoke. “I also assume by the fact that you dared answer my call this evening that this red-haired bitch isn't one of yours?”
Mellissa swallowed hard. This was dangerous territory and she knew it. “No. I’m sorry to say there was an ...accident. Some sensitive material escaped, and it would seem they ended up with this...”she wanted to use the word vigilante, but that would portray Sonya in a unflattering light. Mel was on thin ice here. “...unknown girl. We have been tracking her, but it’s proved more difficult than...”
“Cut the bullshit Pyre.” The old woman cold barely contain her rage. Mellisa could hardly blame her. She knew Sonya was really only 24. Mel had met with her before to seek funding for her research, she was exactly the kind of wealthy vain person the Institute hoped to get rich off once their research came to fruition. In place of the sleek young girl she had met before, a withered old woman sat before her. She wore a black dress that was at least 2 sizes too small for her older body, and showed more aged flesh that either woman was comfortable with. Clearly her wardrobe hadn't been prepared for 40 years of wear and tear to her figure. Her dark hair was tied back in a pony tail, wisps of grey and white hanging rebelliously here and there. Her face a mass of sags, wrinkles and contempt.
“I want this woman. I want her bound before me in chains, and god help me if I am not a smoking piece of ass again by week’s end you and your precious institute will be nothing but ash do I make myself clear?” Mellissa nodded slowly as Sonya continued “That funding you wanted? You can have it plus an extra zero. Start your research again from scratch if you have too. I will be young again and I will be kicking my sexy foot into the Time Witches head by the end of the week. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”
Melissa repressed a smile as she stood up to leave. A week was a tall order to recreate the substance, but that money would make it possible. The Witch had made a terrible mistake coming to Sonya Lostez’s home tonight. She had made herself another powerful enemy, and given Mellissa the power to destroy her completely.
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Post by avo13 on Aug 31, 2020 8:40:52 GMT -6
Looking forward to the rest.
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Post by ark on Aug 31, 2020 9:01:22 GMT -6
Time Witch – Chapter 4
Shit. Thought Holly as she let go of the now 80 year old man’s neck. She broke the bastards arm for good measure. Fucking rapist pig.
She had heard the girl’s screams and leapt down from the rooftops before he could do anything to the poor young girl, who wisely had bolted as soon as Holly had pulled the monster of her.
He wouldn't be causing anyone any trouble outside off a nursing home anymore. Problem solved. Unfortunately, this wasn't the problem Holly had set out to solve this evening.
She was out of youth, running on fumes, and would start aging imminently.
She hadn't found a single female target in a month, and the timing couldn't have been worse.
She was partly to blame herself for this dearth of female scum to drain. She had been distracted by a boy. Andy was a final year History student at the local university and had been introduced by Holly's housemates. They had got on like a house on fire, he was clever, handsome and most of all funny. He was also a big geek, so he and Holly had loads in common.
They hadn't slept together yet, but they had a romantic evening planned tomorrow and Holly had been desperately seeking some youth to keep herself in her glorious prime, but her luck had run out.
Just as she was about to climb back up the fire escape and head home, a man’s voice called out from the end of the alleyway.
"Wait!" He cried. Holly looked up to see a young man wearing a black suit. He was clearly out of breath, his hands resting on his thighs and beads of sweat running down his forehead. He held up his hands pleadingly and slowly walked towards Holly, who watched on wearily as she adjusted her mask. "You're the Time Witch aren't you?"
Holly glanced down at the recently aged would-be rapist at her feet, passed out cradling his broken arm. There didn't seem much point denying her identify given the circumstances, so she nodded slowly.
"Wow, it’s really you." The black suited man looked genuinely thrilled, but his words sounded slightly rehearsed. "I can't believe it. I'm your biggest fan!" Holly was definitely suspicious.
"I have fans now?" She raised a sceptical eyebrow. Something didn't seem right with this.
"Of course! You’re a superhero!" That brought a smirk to Holly's perfect lips.
"Alright then. How can I help you then Mr Number-One-Fan?"
"I've been looking all over for you. I have someone you might be interested in. A young woman, she's in the drug trade, big time. Heroin, coke, you name it, if it’s in Foxford, she's had something to do with it." That did sound interesting. Holly had got lucky with Sonya Lostez, but she hadn't been able to find any similar marks since then. "I know where she will be in two night’s time." The stranger continued. "The old book warehouse down by the canal. 8pm, she will be waiting for a hand off. I can promise you she'll be alone, her client will be...otherwise engaged. She’ll be all yours." The whole thing seemed fishy, but Holly was desperate. It was either this or start aging again. She thought of Andy and their potential first night together, and her stomach flipped at the thought of his young body up against her aged body. Her true body. Sags and wrinkles and cellulite. She thought of her old clicky hip. Fuck that she thought.
"I'll be there." Holly said, and then she sprinted of into the distance, leaving her mysterious benefactor in the shadows of the alley.
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By the time Holly got home and climbed through her window, she felt the last drops of stolen youth drop away. It was like her while body sighed out in disappointment simultaneously. She groaned as she stripped off her skirt and removed her mask. She looked at her naked perfection in the mirror wistfully. She knew she wouldn't look this good come morning.
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Holly dragged herself out of bed feeling groggy and apprehensive. She approached the mirror with her eyes squeezed shut, not daring to look. It had been about 10 hours since she had run out of juice. She could feel that her enhanced abilities were gone, but she had no idea how badly she would have aged. Would it be unnoticeable? Would she be a frumpy 38-year-old again?
She opened her eyes to something somewhere in-between.
She had aged notably from her goddess-like perfection. Her skin had less of a glow and now carried a few minor imperfections here and there. Her face looked more mature, but didn't have any wrinkles just yet. She ran a hand through her fiery red hair, appreciating the continued lack of grey, even if she did have a few split ends here and there.
Her large breasts were still very impressive, but now had the tiniest hint of sag. Holly sighed as she hefted them. Still, they were full and maintained their gorgeous shape. Her ass likewise still had a great shape, but was a smidge bigger than the night before with a bit of a womanly wobble. She gave it a little shake and decided she could still live with it. Her tight thighs were bigger and again slightly softer, the skin was more malleable beneath her fingers she noted with a frown. But it looked like her cellulite hadn't yet returned, so there was something to be very grateful for. Overall, the view from behind was still pretty sexy, even if it was no longer sleek teenage perfection.
She was forced to admit one part of her hadn't faired quite so well, and that was her stomach. In place of a toned midriff, Holly had acquired a definite belly bulge. She grimaced as she pinched the unwanted inches of fat. Her waist was less narrow and her hips were a bit softer. She remembered bitterly gaining this extra weight in her mid-twenties and never being able to shift it. Its return this morning was most unwelcome.
Still, overall it wasn't that bad. She guessed from her overall appearance that her body was probably about 25, maybe 26 years old. A 8 year increase overnight. It could have been worse. She critiqued her body from various other angles. Her figure was definitely still more hour glassed than pear shaped, and she still looked pretty damn hot. She had been planning on reluctantly cancelling her date with Andy if her aging had been drastic, but she decided she could work with this. All she had to do was avoid any muffin top action, and hope she didn't age much more during the day.
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This had been a bad idea. Sure, Holly was having a great time. They had laughed at each other’s jokes, speculated about Game of Thrones, lamented the cancellation of Firefly and even played a little footsie under the dinner table. They had so much on common, and Holly couldn't remember the last guy she had clicked this well with, and he was gorgeous to boot. The only problem was she was starting to think she looked old enough to be his mother.
This morning she had looked fine, and once she had picked put a flattering outfit, done her hair and makeup she had looked stunning. But that had been hours ago and Holly had been aging steadily since then. She had hoped the process would slow down, but she was still pilling on a year every hour or so. What on earth had possessed her not to cancel?
She hadn't had a chance to check her reflection in a while, but she was growing increasingly paranoid. She could feel her Jeans cutting into her midriff to create the very muffin top she had dreaded, and had to keep adjusting her bra as her breasts changed shape and required more support.
Holly dreaded to think what Andy must be thinking. Every time they had met before she had been a flawless sexy teenager, now she must have been in her thirties and was increasingly out of shape. He must have been so disappointed in the appearance of his hot date, but he hasn't shown any sign of it yet. Holly had been thinking about making excuses to leave all afternoon, but she was having too good a time to listen to reason.
Now the evening was getting late and dinner was finished. She would have to end the night soon, she couldn't let their first time together be with her stuck in this matronly body, not if she wanted there to ever be a second time. She would just kiss him goodbye at the door and leave it at that.
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Andy threw Holly to her bed and pulled of his shirt, young muscles highlighted in the dim light. God! Why had she invited him in! What was wrong with her? Had being transformed into a teenager for a couple of months made her a slave to her hormones? Great, she was a horny teenager in a thirty-year-olds lumpy body. What could possibly go wrong? Andy didn't seem to have any more restraint than her though as he pulled her close, kissing her passionately and running his hands through get fiery red hair. Holly prayed they were no greys to be seen. She hadn't even turned off the lights. Her self-consciousness was being completely overridden by lust.
She pulled of her top and he quickly unclipped her bra. Holly felt the sudden heavy pull on her chest as her unfettered breasts sagged. Oh how she wished she had her pert boobs back right now. He cupped her dropping mounds in his hands and nibbled at her neck. She thanked the gods that he didn't seem obviously repulsed by the softer flesh.
She wriggled out of her Jeans and he grabbed her waist and lifted her up. Holly winced as she felt his hands dig into her flabby midriff. "I'm sorry,” she gasped between kisses "I'm normally much more toned than this."
"I don't know what your talking about." He whispered as he nibbled her ear.
"You're gorgeous!" Holly didn't think anyone had every called her 30+ year old body gorgeous before. He must be insane! But she was dammed of she was going to argue with him tonight.
She wrapped her legs around his body as he thrust up against her. Holly’s delight at his passion was marred by her view of her own thighs over his shoulders. They were much flabbier than she would have liked, and were more dumpy than sleek. She only just suppressed a gap as she watched them squish unappealingly against his hips, skin bulging and dimpling. Her cellulite was back then. Fan bloody tastic.
She reached out and eventually found the light switch to plunge them into darkness.
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Holly awoke at first light feeling a teensy bit hung-over, and more than a little bit embarrassed. She looked over at the still sleeping form of Andy. God what a great time she had had last night. She bit her lip as she remembered their passion. But had she really just slept with a twenty-year-old in her haggard thirty-something body? She was such an idiot.
She heaved herself out of bed as quietly as she could, desperately trying not to wake her young lover. Once standing her body howled in protest. She ached everywhere, which was not a good sign. She hobbled through the room towards her on-suite, closed the door and confronted her reflection.
Crap. Not unexpectedly her body had returned to its former....what's the opposite of glory? Returned to its former mediocrity? Mediocre was actually a kind word from the middle aged lump that started back at her. Almost unrecognisable compared to the 18 year old goddess that she had been just a couple of days ago. It was all gone.
Gone were the perky breasts. They now sagged down good few inches and looked stretched and deflated. She cupped her left boob sadly and tried to picture its previous perfection. She sighed. Had they really been this droopy before?
Gone was the tight midriff. Her stomach was instead bloated and misshapen. Flabby folds resided in place of abs. Her narrow waist was nowhere to be seen. She placed her hand on her wider hips. Had she really been this fat?
Gone were her athletic legs. Her thighs now chunky and coated in cottage cheese. Her shapely calves were now thick and marred by clusters of blue veins. Had she really let herself get this unfit?
She looked at her face. A sad imitation of the youthful beauty that had seduced Andy. Her green eyes were tired, underlined by bags and surrounded by wrinkles. Her deft jaw line has been replaced by puffy cheeks and a budding double chin. All of this framed by limp greying red hair, the fading embers of her glorious fiery mane. She really had lost her youth all over again.
Still, she had to be realistic. She had seen a lot of aging up close and personal over the last few weeks, so she had plenty of examples to compare herself to. She should be thankful that she still had any looks at all! Her body may have been a bit wobbly and saggy in places, but she was still much less wrinkly than Sonya Lostez, much shapelier than the blonde tart she had first aged in the alleyway. She tried to strike an appealing pose. Hands on hips, saggy chest thrust out, belly sucked in. Not so awful she supposed. Then she caught sight of her apple sauce ass...and she slumped Who was she kidding? She had aged her victims into their 50s,60s and 70s! Of course she was going to look a little better than them! More worryingly, she was probably aging badly in comparison. Sonya had still been relatively slim and pretty at the 38-year-old stage of her transformation. This wouldn't do at all. Holly needed youth, and she needed it fast. Tonight’s tip off better be a good one.
She gathered a few loose clothes, slipped on her shoes and crept out of the house, desperately trying not to wake Andy. Once outside she sent him a lie riddled text about how she had an urgent appointment and she didn't want to wake him. She was mortified at the thought of him seeing her at her true age. He may have been drunk enough last night to still find her attractive, but she was older this morning and he would be sober. Holly couldn't remember the last time she had a connection like this with someone, and she was terrified of losing him over her frumpy body.
After tonight however, she would be young again and she could really show that young man a good time.
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Melissa stood in the empty warehouse and wiped a solitary bead of sweat of her forehead. This was a dangerous plan, lots of room for failure, and for some reason she could no longer remember she was using herself as bait.
She had gotten lucky when one of her minions had finally caught up with the Witch last night and feed her the lies that would hopefully bring the redhead here this evening. Even so, she was still on borrowed time. Sonya was getting increasingly irate at Mel's failure to restore her youth or catch the Witch. The truth was, the institute had managed to recreate the chronosal matter. The mysterious substance that could theoretically drain and redistribute 'youth'. Unfortunately, the results were erratic and uncontrollable, just as they had been before the explosion. They just couldn't recreate the kind of abilities that the witch was using on her victims. So they had prioritised capturing her to use as a test subject.
Mel heard the clump of footsteps on the corrugated iron roof, and she knew her prey had arrived.
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Holly jumped down through a skylight and walked down the stairway towards the woman standing in the middle of the large room. She was young and pretty, with soft brown hair that hung in lazy ringlets. Her figure slender, the curve of her modest breast and narrow waist were shown of in a smart lilac shirt. Her suit trousers clung to her svelte legs. Her looks were undeniably alluring. A classy beauty, she hardly looked like a drug dealer. But looks could be deceiving. Holly was insanely jealous of this beautiful stranger, her youthful perfection highlighting Holly's own faded charms. She lamented the obvious bulge of her own stomach, the heave of her chest, the wobble of her ass. She told herself it wouldn't be long now till those flaws would be remedied.
"You must be the time witch? It's a pleasure to finally meet you" The brunette addressed Holly with a well spoken accent. Holly was a little on edge now; this woman didn't seem surprised to see her.
"You were expecting me?" She circled the petit young thing, trying to seem and act confident. The truth was, without her enhanced strength and speed she felt vulnerable. Vulnerable and old.
"Yes. I have been looking for you for a while now. My name is Melissa, I'm from the Foxford Institute of Aging. You're a difficult woman to find you know? Luckily one of my boys caught up with you last night." The woman forced a smile. "You're a bit...older than I was expecting."
Holly frowned. "Time can be a fickle mistress. Why have you been looking for me?"
"You have something of ours. I'm not sure how you got hold of them, but your powers belong to us." She looked angry. On closer inspection her pretty face looked tired, as if she hadn't been sleeping well for a while. "I'm here to get them back." She clicked her fingers and Holly heard a gunshot. She felt the dart stab into her neck.
Holly gasped and stumbled. She felt woozy, she had been tranquilized! As her world closed in she lunged at Melissa and grabbed onto her arm. The young woman gasped, a horrified look on her face. Holly focused and began to drain her. The effects for Holly were immediate. Her head cleared as the tranquilizer was nullified. She felt her body tightening and toning. Her boobs rose up her chest with a delightful firming feeling. She smiled as she felt her ass reshape itself to its former pert glory.
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Melissa struggled in horror. She kicked and screamed but the Witch was growing stronger by the second, the tranquilizers long forgotten. Her stomach churned as she watched the greys fading from her assailant’s hair, her heaving cleavage rising up her chest. She knew that could only mean one thing for her. She began to feel her own body change. Her toned stomach slackened, her trousers feeling tighter by the second as the fabric cut into alien flab around her hips. Her perky breasts were growing and straining against her increasingly inadequate bra. She could see the soft skin on her own hands and arms creasing up and looking increasingly blemished.
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Holly watched Melissa's youth drain away with biter glee. The bitch had set her up, tried to capture her for God knows what. She had made this personal. She was nearing her 40s now, and her youthful beauty was becoming a distant memory. Her modest breasts were larger but softer and less full, much less attractive that Holly's own boobs now that they had been restored to their perky magnificence. Melissa's tight waist was gone, flab and love handles taking up residence in its place. Her round ass was straining against her far too tight attire, wobbling obviously with every move she made. Holly shifted her grip to Melissa's shoulders and stared into the woman’s face. Now nearing 50, crow’s feet snaked out of her terrified eyes and bags deepened beneath them. Her forehead was road map of wrinkles. Holly delighted in the damage time was having on this woman's previously full and pouty lips.
"Listen very closely." Holly stopped draining her in her mid fifties. Late middle aged seemed somehow more humiliating than truly ancient old age. This way Melissa could still see tiny echoes of her former beauty among the wrinkles and sags to remind her what she had lost. “If you think me getting struck by lightning gives you ownership of me, you are very much mistaken. If you know what’s good for your pudgy little figure, I would stay away from me from now on. Are we clear?” Mellissa was too in shock to reply, her dull eyes were wide with surprise. Holly pushed the frumpy woman to the ground, pulled the dart from her own neck and tossed it aside, then sprinted out of the warehouse as fast as her slender young legs could carry her. All the while keeping an eye out for the hidden sniper who had taken a shot at her.
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Mellissa lay curled up on the floor hyperventilating. Her panic made all the worse by the fact breathing through her 50-year-old lungs was much more laborious than it should have been. She stared wordlessly at the rough, parchment like skin that covered her hands and forearms. Her previously supple hands looked gnarled. She fought the urge to vomit at the thought that the rest of her body must look similar underneath her now ill-fitting clothes. She had only joined the institute in the hope that she would never have to age. She was pathologically afraid of losing her looks. That was shallow she knew, but it had haunted her since her teenage years. And yet here she was living her worst nightmare. A 25-year-old trapped in a middle aged husk. She had failed miserably. She didn't have the girl, and on top of that she was now looked eligible for early retirement. She tried to collect her thoughts. She could salvage this, she needed to salvage this. Then it came to her, the dart! She started frantically searching the ground for it, noting with despair how unresponsive her heavier set body was. Her legs felt huge, and her body seemed covered in dead weight. She dared not look. She cursed loudly when she realised her eyes had weakened dramatically, she had to crawl around on her hand and aching knees to overcome short-sightedness. Then she saw it, she scrabbled over to it and picked it up carefully. There was just a sliver of the Time Witch’s blood was left on the needle.
Then she remembered what the redhead bitch had said. Lightning. Melisa’s scientific brain began to buzz. Of course. Electricity...
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Post by avo13 on Aug 31, 2020 9:24:06 GMT -6
Any chance we get an extra part today?
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Post by ark on Aug 31, 2020 17:26:24 GMT -6
Time Witch- Chapter 5
Melissa Pyre stood in stunned silence as she regarded her naked reflection. She wanted to look away. To put some clothes on and never, ever look at her naked body again. But just like drivers slowing down when they drive past a car crash, she couldn’t look away.
Her body was ruined. Every inch of her formerly smooth frame looked old and tired. Her face was softer, with wrinkles across her forehead, lines around her eyes and creases on her lips. She ran her fingers along the sags of her chin and neck in horrified fascination. The definition of her once elegant silhouette was long gone now.
Her hair, formerly lark and luxurious, was plagued by grey strands. She had tried to pluck them out, but there were far too many. The rest of her hair was limp and bedraggled. Those lazy ringlets that had contributed so much to her seductive looks were gone and there were no signs of them ever returning. She ran her aged hands through her sad mane with a groan of resignation.
What caused her the most distress however was her body. She closed her eyes and tried to picture her youthful self in her mind's eye. Pert C cup breasts, a flat stomach and a narrow waist, deliciously smooth pale skin and a tiny firm bottom. Her favorite feature had always been her legs. Slim but not boney, they had been elegant, strong and flexible. She wasn’t overly vain, but she had loved to show them off in short skirts and glamorous dresses. But when she opened her eyes there was a completely different woman looking back at her.
Her boobs were limp and saggy, the proverbial fried eggs hanging on a nail. She stared forlornly at their stretched skin, blue veins visible through translucent skin, elongated nipples. They were not the attractive breasts of a young woman.
She now had a definite belly, with an obvious fold even while standing. She pinched the inches of uneven middle-aged flesh in revolution. Her waist was gone, her fat midriff now merged with wider hips and drooping bosom. She looked square.
Mel’s deft ass was now bigger and flatter, a rather sad specimen speckled with cellulite and blemishes. But it was her new legs that were the most soul destroying part of her untimely transformation. Their shape was gone, in place of gentle curves she was now had chubby thighs, aching knees and thick ankles. Flabby saddlebags had appeared to give her figure a new unwanted curve. She dumped herself onto the bed and stretched out her new pins. They ached in new and unusual ways, her tendons were tight and her joins stiff. Her nubile days were long behind her. Mel tried desperately not to think about what the Time Witch might be doing with her stolen youth...
Holly wrapped her nubile long legs around Andy’s naked body and squealed in delight. The young man was dumbstruck, Holly seemed like a whole new woman today.
“Sorry about yesterday,” she said. “I didn’t get much sleep last night and I was having a, um, fat day.” Andy had never heard of a woman changing shape so dramatically because of a ‘fat day’, but he had no complaints. Today everything about her seemed tighter, smaller…younger.
She threw him to the bed and gyrated her sculpted body against his, her round breasts bouncing to the rhythm of young lovers. There was no sign of the sag he could have sworn he had seen yesterday. No sign either of the bulge around her stomach and hips, today there was only taught skin and tight curves.
Holly threw her luxurious red hair back, giggling in ecstasy. Andy could have sworn there had been greys in her mane before, but he must have been mistaken as her hair was glorious today.
Andy concluded he must have been drunker than he thought last night. If he was honest, he had been a little disappointed by Holly's somewhat pear-shaped figure. Not that it had stopped him from having some great sex mind you, but Holly looked so fantastic during their earlier dates that he had not expected cellulite and flab to be hiding underneath her clothes. This however was much more like it.
She leaned close and kissed his neck with her succulent lips, he grabbed her flawless ass in his hands and pulled her closer. Oh yes, this was much more like it...
*****
Two days after her disastrous meeting with the Time Witch, Melissa Pyre walked through the corridors of the Foxford Institute of Aging. Each footstep was accompanied by a still alien click of a cane. Her cane. Early onset arthritis in her ankles and knees accompanied by severe tendonitis, symptoms more pronounced on her right side, or so her doctor told her. Her beautiful legs, ruined. Her confident stride replaced by an awkward hobble. Mel wanted to cry. And she would have, if she let herself think for a second that this was permanent. She couldn't think like that, she mustn't.
She clicked her way towards the main lab, trying not to let her discomfort show. Every colleague she walked past stared at her in morbid curiosity. Mel burned with embarrassment, but refused to show any weakness. Besides, if all went to plan, she would be skipping out of here later today.
Sophie waited for her at the lab entrance clipboard in hand. A young, slim half Asian intern, Mel had been jealous of this girl even before her transformation. Now, this caramel skinned beauty was almost too much to bear.
"Hello Miss Pyre" She spoke in clear, sultry tones. It was if her very existence was to highlight everything Mel had lost.
"Good morning Sophie. Are they ready to go yet?" Mel replied in her rougher, aged voice. The two women pushed through the swing doors into the large laboratory, a hive of activity and buzzing machinery.
"Almost. They are just powering up the generators. Should be at full capacity in the next ten minutes." Mel struggled to keep up with the younger woman, her knee howling in protest at the heightened pace. Mel wistfully admired the tight fit of Sonya's lab coat against the woman's slim figure. The shape of her firm derriere, swaying as she walked, was glorious. Mel burned with jealousy, she dreaded to think what her own flabby bum looked like from that angle.
Melissa adjusted her new glasses. She’d be damned if she could get used to wearing them. She was severely short sighted now, apparently. Now there was some irony. Mel hadn't had the foresight to avoid the Time Witches poisonous touch, and now she couldn't see a wall inches from her face unless she was wore these milk bottles in front of her eyes. Her body may only have been in her fifties, but her aching legs and half blind eyes made her feel ancient.
However, soon everything should be back to normal. The Witch had accidentally let slip the key to recreating her powers. Electricity. Mel had crunched the numbers, simultaneous electrical stimulation of the subject and the substance would fuse the two much more effectively than previous trials. Mel kicked herself for not having thought of it before.
A chair stood in the centre of the lab, surrounded by the cables and tubes that would give Mel the power to reclaim her youth. She had volunteered herself as the test subject, insisted on it in fact. That was a no brainer. There was only a limited amount of this substance on earth, and this would require the last of The Institutes supplies. If she ever wanted to be young again, this was her only chance.
She limped her way down the steps and took the seat. Minions began attaching electrodes, and preparing the syringes. Mel was nervous; she was just waiting for something to go wrong. Right on cue...
"You're in my chair Pyre." Sonya Lostez strode into the room, flanked by several burly men and a couple of nervous looking delegates.
A lump formed in Mel's throat. "Sonya, what an unexpected pleasure. We are just about to get started, so if you would like to take a seat over there..."
"You misunderstand grandma," The unnaturally aged gangster spoke with so much venom she was practically spitting out her words. "I gave you a deadline to fix this mess, and you missed it. Now this little science project belongs to me. I paid for it after all, so get out of that chair. You're going to use this contraption on me."
"But.."
"No buts." Sonya strode through the room towards her, her goons taking up ominous positions near the rest of the science team. "Listen, I'm sure you're disappointed to have lost your looks, but the frumpy middle aged scientist look suits you, and I think we can both agree that restoring me to my perfection is a more worthy cause than returning you to your mediocrity." Sonya grinned as Melissa burned at the insult.
Mel glanced desperately at the delegates, hoping for a reprieve, but they were resigned. The delegates were in charge here, and it seemed like Sonya had them over a barrel. A heavyset thug heaved a Mel out of the chair, her knees howling in protest at the sudden movements. Sonya took her place gracefully. The mobster may have been as old as Mel, but she clearly had none of her mobility issues. Heavy makeup concealed some of the wrinkles and sags on Sonya's once gorgeous face, and she had dyed her hair to conceal the grey in her dark strands. Her pant suit disguised the worst bulges of her aged figure. All in all she looked ok, much better than Mel, but still not attractive. But unlike Melissa, Sonya now had a chance to restore her youth.
The scientists buzzed around, adjusting knobs and valves. Mel could only look on stunned as the machines whirred into action and the process began. The syringes descended, depositing their precious load into Sonya's leathery forearms. Then the electrodes hummed, and Sonya began to scream as the filled her body with electricity. Mel took some solace from the usurpers pain. Her aged legs twitched, her wrinkled face contorted in pain, and then it was over.
The team excitedly checked their readouts, trying to determine if the process had been successful. Sonya stirred, clearly groggy from the shocks. She logged at her hands, her wrinkled, veiny, old hands. A look of horror on her face.
"IT DIDN'T WORK! WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T IT WORK!" She screamed.
Sophie was quickly at her side, professional as always. "Ms Lostez, please calm down. This process is still in testing, we don't know if its had the desired effect yet or..." Sonya snapped out a hand around the young woman's throat.
"DESIRED EFFECT! You stupid skinny bitch, can't you see it's had no effect at all! I'm still an old..." Sonya stopped mid-sentence, staring at her wrist. As Mel and the others watched on, it seemed to change. The leathery texture softened slowly, the veins on the back of her hand began to fade. Sonya placed her other hand against her face, and felt her slack cheeks begin to tighten, the wrinkles around her eyes smoothing away. She was getting younger.
The room stared on in stunned silence watching Sophie. Her beautiful face was changing. Tiny lines slowly snaked out from her eyes, thickening as they went. Her supple caramel skin began to lose its glow, minor blemishes and sags appearing for the first time. The first flaws in a masterpiece, like scrunching up the Mona Lisa.
Too late, the penny dropped and Sophie tried to break free from Sonya's clutches. In a flash, one of the goons had grabbed her, holding her still for his mistress.
Sonya was grinning maniacally as her rejuvenation accelerated. She must have been back in her 40s now. Her figure was noticeably tightening underneath her pantsuit. Her modest breasts firmed up as she entered her thirties, inflating like balloons. The definition returned to her waist as her old knock-out figure began to rear it's head once more.
In contrast, a distraught Sophie was entering middle age for the first time. Her own breasts no longer defied gravity, her youthful bra was of no use anymore and the straps promptly snapped as the weight piled on. Her tight blouse quickly became inadequate as her cleavage heaved and her stomach bulged. The buttons popped open, and to Soya’s horror the room was treated to a view of drooping breasts and belly rolls. Weight was rapidly piling onto her slender hips, and stretch marks burst into prominence across newly acquired flabby love handles. Her pencil skirt strained and soon popped open itself as the lab assistant’s tight ass grew larger and larger. Likewise the girls thighs had become flabby and uneven, with her knees acquiring an aged appearance that that Melissa knew only too well. Grey hairs danced through her increasingly frayed light brown hair.
Sonya raced into her 20s. Her wrinkles were all but gone, and her sleek facial features returned. Melissa had almost forgot how beautiful this woman was in her youth, she was breathtaking, but her looks couldn’t hide the cruelty in her eyes are she aged the innocent Sophie beyond recognition. The last fine lines vanished from Sonya and the flawless glow of her skin returned, she was as young, if not younger, than she had been before the witch has struck.
Finally she released the young lab assistant, now easily in her 60s. She fell to the floor sobbing, salty tears running down the new wrinkles and folds of her face. Crows feet, frown lines and ridges now cruelly spoiled her looks. Her previous luxurious hair was now almost entirely grey, coarse frizzy strands pointed out all over the place. Sophie’s slender figure had, much to Melissa’s surprise, gained a huge amount of weight. Her svelte physique had now been replaced by a dumpy pear shape. Her hips and ass were huge and soft, and the wrinkled flesh of her spare tyre hung over the tattered remnants of her skirt. Lying on the floor, she showed off a scandalous amount of flabby, cellulite plagued thigh. The rest of her previously gorgeous legs were marred by thread veins and blemishes. The half Asian was stunned by the body she could see before her. Speechless, Sophie clutched wrinkled hands to her ample droopy bosom. She felt the loose flesh yield beneath her touch, stretched skin beneath her fingertips. These were most definitely not the firm breasts of a young woman. They were not her breasts. They couldn’t be. She started to shake, shock taking over.
Melissa rushed over, or at least rushed as fast as her stiff old body would allow. With a groan of pain she bent down and put her arms around her aged assistant. Sonya Lostez, now fully rejuvenated and almost glowing with youth, looked down on the prematurely aged couple nonplussed.
“Can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs,” she spoke, cruel words from a beautiful mouth. “And this omelette has places to be. Enjoy your twilight years ladies, I hear they're the best of your life.” With a snap of her fingers, she and her goons strode out of the lab.
Sophie, tears still streaming down her weathered face, choked out the words “What are we going to do?” But Melissa Pyre had no answer for her.
*****
Across town, a naked Holly stood on her balcony. The breeze ruffled her luxurious red hair, and a tiny crease of a frown was the only mark on her perfect young face. Something was wrong, something had changed. She could feel it.
She looked over her shoulder at her sleeping boyfriend. His stamina was impressive, but her’s was unnaturally enhanced, and he had eventually collapsed into an exhausted slumber. Holly smiled. She ran her hands down the sleek curves of her body, traced the shape of her pert round ass, and caressed her firm breasts. Her smile widened. Maybe she was imagining it, maybe there was nothing wrong with the world and she could stay young forever. Maybe her luck had finally changed. Or maybe not.
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Post by VioletJames on Aug 31, 2020 19:00:05 GMT -6
MY FAVORITE CHAPTER 😍😍😍😍
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Post by avo13 on Sept 2, 2020 14:03:58 GMT -6
Can’t believe I never heard of this story before
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Post by ark on Sept 2, 2020 14:34:05 GMT -6
Time Witch - Chapter 6
Sophie examined the spread of clothing that lay on the bed before her. The Institute had provide Sophie and Mellisa with a large selection of items, in way of “compensation”. As if a selection of ill fitting bras and knitted jumpers could make up for their lost youth.
Sophia had always considered herself to be a pragmatist, and once the hysteria of being aged to her sixties had settled down, she had resolved to be as practical about the situation as she could be. She picked out a pair of size 16 beige granny pants and screwed up her nose. There was practical and there was hideous.
"How did I end up with a fat ass anyway?" She asked Melissa despairingly. Sophie hadn't felt able to go home to her boyfriend in this husk of a body, so her boss had kindly taken her in. "My Dad is Asian, their meant to age well. Right? No such luck. I have my mom's ass, plus about 20 pounds of cottage cheese." She looked over her shoulder as her large, flabby bottom with disgust. How could her pert bum have turned into that? She had spent the last half hour trying to find some knickers that fit and looked good. Unfortunately, everything that looked good didn't fit, and everything that fit looked hideous. Sophie was reluctantly accepting that this might have more to do with her ass itself than the options available.
Mell was wrapped in a towel having just gotten out of the shower. Her damp, greying hair hung down across her age-spotted shoulders. She propped herself against a wall and stretched her aching right leg. The two young women were agreed that this being old crap was no fun at all.
"At least yours still has a bit of shape, mine has gone all flat and saggy." Mell was grateful to have someone to talk to about this, even if she did feel terrible for the young girl. The scientist looked at her naked assistant’s heavyset, wrinkled body with a sense of loss. Those large, pendulous breasts should have been perky and sensual. Her barrel shaped midriff should have been tight and toned. She had been so young and beautiful with her whole life ahead of her. They both had. But that had been snatched away.
"Well I'd trade my 'shapely' bum to have some colour back in my hair." Countered Sophie, running a hand remorsefully thorough the grey/white strands. The institute guessed that Sophie had been aged about a decade more than Melissa, and the most obvious effect of that was the hair. At least Mell still had about half her original colouring, even if it was dry and scraggly composed to its youthful state. Sophie leaned in close to the mirror with a forlorn look across her face. She traced the spiders web of wrinkles that marred her cheeks with her gnarled fingers and sighed. "I hardly recognise myself Mell." She said with sadness in her eyes. "It's like, I'm stuck in some frumpy old woman's body. Except I'm not am I? This is my body; it's just decayed and rotting." She hung her head, maximising her double chins.
Mell hobbled over, adjusting her towel as she went. Her boobs were much less helpful in the holding-up-towel department now that they drooped downwards.
"I still recognise you." Mell said. "You're still the same strong, clever, confident woman that you have always been. A few wrinkles and a... more ample behind haven't changed that." Sophie looked up at her boss, and it wasn't until that moment that the two women realised how close they were to each other.
It was the moment immediately afterwards that Mell's towel decided to fall down.
As the two aged women stood there in awkward shock, Sophie admired Melissa’s body. The little blotchy belly rolls, the drooping breasts, the saddlebag thighs. Here was a young woman aged to ruin, exactly like herself. This haggard body was not at all what she had imagined Melissa to look like in her prime, and Sophie had spent plenty of time imagining.
"I've always admired you Melissa." Sophie said, hardly able to believe she was saying the words. "You were, are, such a beautiful woman." Sophie reached out a hand and stroked Mell's face.
Mell, stunned, didn't know what to do. She looked at the face and body of her assistant. A girl she knew well as a gorgeous, perfect-ten knock out, not as a flabby older woman. But looking at her faded figure filled Melissa with an odd feeling. There was something intoxicatingly tragic about Sophie's loss. Mell stepped forward and kissed her. They embraced, saggy breasts squished against each other’s, spare tires caressed, and all the while they shared a deep passionate and completely spontaneous kiss.
Mell reached round and cupped Sophie's large post-menopausal ass, her fingers digging deep into yielding dimpled flesh. Maybe she should have been repulsed, but instead all she could think about was how glorious it must have felt only yesterday when it was pert and young. The mental comparison turned her on far more than she could have imagined.
Likewise, Sophie groped Mellisa's square behind, and while she longed to know how out would have felt in it's prime, its ruined shape was undeniably arousing.
Sophie guided Melissa to the bed. She was comfortable in her bi-sexuality, and had been since university. She had secretly longed for her petite boss from the moment they had first met, but had never dreamed of making a move. Until now that was. Sharing this tragic transformation with her fantasy woman had only intensified her feelings.
Melissa on the other hand was totally out of her depth. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian. Sure she had admired they odd woman here or there, certainly she had appreciated Sophie's gorgeous mixed race beauty more than once, but she had always put that down to jealously on her part. Apparently, she was wrong about that.
Sophie straddled Mell, doing her best to ignore the clicking out her ample, elderly hips. She stroked her hands across Mell's wrinkled midriff, noting with some sadness the bulges and blemishes across her toneless stomach. Her hands moved up to Mell's breasts. Saggy, limp boobs that dropped sadly to either side. She clutched them softly in her own aged hands, it was incredibly frustrating knowing those same breasts should have been firm and perfect. But Sophie enjoyed them undeterred, there was a sense of solidarity behind her lust, if she could embrace the beauty of Melissa in her aged form, maybe she could feel less despair at her own lost looks. And it seemed to be working, that was until she glanced across and caught sight of her own reflection.
She saw a over weight, wrinkled matron. Her large, pendulous boobs hanging obscenely down towards her would be lover. Flabby belly rolls hung down in kind, stretch marks visible even from this distance. Her massive ass and mountainous thighs wobbling with every movement, cellulite covering every inch of her formerly pert behind. Sophie felt sick.
“I can’t do this” she exclaimed and heaved herself off Melissa. “I’m hideous, I’m old and fat, I can’t be with you like this.
Slowly, the two aged women untwined. Then they just sat there rather sheepishly.
"I never..." They both said together. "It just felt..." Still synchronously. They smiled at each other.
Mel took charge. "Well in that case, we better get ourselves young again. I'm not having my first lesbian relationship begin with me in my 50s and a gammy leg." This unexpected twist had resolved Mel. She would by young again, and so would Sophie. She knew exactly how her would-be lover felt, she would be dammed if she was going to do this looking like a hag. And on a more selfish note, she wanted to experience Sophie's young perfect body beneath her hands, and she wanted it now.
"What's the plan then boss?" Sophie said with a cute smile on her wrinkled lips.
"Simple. We get the Witch to help."
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Holly stood on the rooftop of Foxford's multi story car park. She was young, powerful and beautiful. And yet she felt uneasy. Something was wrong with the world, and it resonated with the power within her. That was why she had left her young boyfriend to come stand and watch the city. Waiting, just waiting, for something to happen. Her mini skirt fluttered in the breeze, while her luscious red hair billowed behind her masked face.
Full hero garb. She would have felt stupid if she didn't feel so worried.
Then she sensed it, like a fly plucking the strings of her invisible web. She jumped off the building, nailing the three-point landing in the tarmac below. God her supercharged body was amazing. That would have killed a normal person. In this form, she was more than human now.
She bolted in the direction of her howling senses. Scenes of Foxford night life blurred past her as her boots pounded the pavement. As she got close to her destination, she heard a high-pitched scream. Too late, she screeched to a halt at the entrance to an alley.
"I was wondering if you would show up." An icy female voice rang out from a silhouetted figure. At her feet lay a crumpled body, whimpering quietly in shock.
"What have you done?" Holly asked, already knowing the answer in her heart.
"Nothing you wouldn't approve of sweetheart. I thought this kind of thing was right up your street?" The woman stepped out of the shadows, and Holly recognised Sonya Lostez. A young Sonya Lostez.
"You're young again!" Holly blurted out.
Sonya smiled a vicious grin. "Yes, I got over that little set back. Wrinkles didn't suit my colouring, and grey hair is so last season."
Holly glanced at the whimpering girl at Sonya’s feet. A scantily clad OAP. "What did she do to deserve that?" Holly pointed at Sonya’s victim.
"Deserve?" Sonya snorted. "She didn't deserve anything. Certainly not to be young, pretty and dressed like a slut. Not when I caught a grey hair sneaking back onto my head." She sighed, tossing her luxurious dark hair back. "That's the problem with this eternal youth, it seems you need to keep topping it up. Bloody regularly as well. Oh well, beats growing old 'gracefully'." She laughed a bitter laugh. "Though thinking about it, you already know all about this don't you red?" Soyna glided slowly towards Holly. "That's why you’re dressed like a cartoon and playing vigilante. You just want to stay young! You are no hero, just a vain, youth grabbing bitch. Just like me"
Holly flushed, half enraged and half embarrassed. "I'm nothing like you!" She shouted, but she struggled to convince herself how they differed. Holly had started draining people to reclaim her youth, not out of any sense of social obligation. She had only picked criminals to help her conscience.
While Holly floundered, Sonya pounced. She grabbed Holly's slender neck and slammed her against the wall, and instantly began draining her youth. Sonya's second hand groped Holly's tube top, her nails digging into the exposed flesh of her cleavage.
The years and strength began to rush out out Holly, and she panicked, focusing on trying to use her powers to hold her youth in. To no avail.
Her unfettered breasts began to droop under the cruel fingers of Sonya, as the now younger woman scowled at Holly. “You AGED me!” Sonya hissed. “You crept into my home and turned my into an old lady, you filthy ginger bitch! Did you think you could get away with that? Did you think you could get away from me?!”
Holly gasped as Sonya tightened her grip around her throat. She tried to slap her away, pausing to watch her young smooth hand shift and change. Blue veins beneath the skin became more visible and more prominent, her skin drying out like parchment. Her panic worsened, she could feel the rest of her body expanding and sagging as she raced into middle aged.
Her cheeks softened and sagged. Her sultry red lips thinned and creased, and while her mask hid the lines and wrinkles that were surely forming around her eyes, it could no nothing for the coarse grey hairs that now corrupted Holly’s red mane.
The Time Witch squirmed against her tightening clothes as her pert bum expanded, drooped and dimpled. The strong legs that minutes before had carried her at Olympic pace grew flabby and misshapen. The tight curves of her hips and waist exploded into her all too familiar soft shapeless midriff of Holly’s true age.
She was now in her late 30s. A frumpy middle aged women, squeezed into a ridiculously tight skirt, showing an obscene amount of cottage cheese thigh. Her slightly-deflated breasts hung lower, dragging her now inappropriate tube top down. Being aged like this was exhausting, Holly would have fallen if Sonya’s hand wasn't holding her brutally against a shop window.
Holly really began to panic when she realised Sonya showed no signs of stopping, and her formerly lithe body entered her 40s. She looked down fascinated as she entered uncharted territory. Her breasts continued to fall, spreading out and losing their full shape. Increasingly they resembled large deflated balloons. The skin of her chest grew coarse and wrinkled, imperfections and veins became more obvious.
Her knee buckled as her joints seized up. The added weight of her now obese hips crushing down on her dumpy legs. Her ass had stopped growing, and instead flattened and spread, losing the last of its alluring curve. The last of her red hair turned to scraggly grey, and her face gained jowls to join her deepening lines and wrinkles. What would Dave think of her now?
Still Sonya drained, malice contorting her young face. Holly raced through her 50s and into her 60s. The fat on her body began to lessen, leaving saggy shapeless skin. My God, thought Holly. I'm hideous, I must look like a grandmother. Then an even more dreadful thought entered her head. She is going to age me to I die.
Finally Holly's salvation occurred to her. She couldn't stop Sonya, but she could age her back. She reached out with her power and hungrily drained youth from the gangster heiress. It was harder than normal, she was so tired. Holly’s body was old and in shock, but soon the years started to flow.
The transfer slowed, and Sonya began to age. Some years must have been lost in the process, as the years one drained from the other didn't make up for the youth they were losing. Both women were now aging at an equal rate.
The first subtle signs of age began to sour Sonya's beautiful features. Tiny lines curved under her eyes, and the first creases furrowed her smooth brow. Two lines branched out from either side of her deft nose, cutting down towards her mouth and outlining her puffier cheeks. These first steps towards wrinkles were minor, but made all the difference. The gangster princess no longer looked perfect, instead her face looked plain and tired.
Unfortunately, Sonya didn't seem to notice, and continued to drain Holly of life. Holly’s grey hair tuned white and thin, and age spots spread and grew across her leathery skin. She felt her spine and her joints stiffen and contort, as her eyes began to blur. It was becoming hard for her to breathe, and Holly could feel the life slipping out of her.
Finally, Sonya spotted her own reflection in the window behind Holly’s ancient head. Aghast, she dropped Holly and put her hands to her thirty-something-year-old face, tracing the budding wrinkles.
“You bitch! You did it again!” She exclaimed indignantly, and she gave Holly a kick. The former redhead wheezed pitifully.
Holly tried to get up, but she had never been so exhausted. Her limbs were weak and heavy, and she was shaking from shock. She must have been nearly 90 years old now, splayed on the floor in a tube top and mini skirt revealing far too much of her ruined body. Lacy teenage lingerie could be seen straining around the lose dimples of her shapeless ass. Even Sonya had a look of pity when she looked down on her geriatric foe. She crouched down and ran a hand through Holly’s brittle white hair.
“You know what Witch? I could, and should, kill you right now. But to hell with it, I think I’d get more fun knowing you have to live out your days as a husk. Sure, I suppose you could drain some youth and get young again, but I doubt you’ll find anyone who fits your precious moral code in the OAP ward.” With that, Sonya gave Holly second vicious kick, audibly snapping an ancient rib. Holly tried to cry out, but her withered lungs were still gasping for air.
Chuckling, Sonya strode away into the night, rubbing her hands down her slightly aged figure in mild disappointment. She had no doubt she would remedying her looks soon enough.
Holly meanwhile, was utterly in shock. She tried again to get up, but she was far too weak. She groped with her gnarled hands for her phone, her arthritic fingers struggled with the touch screen. The phone slipped from her grasp and she began to panic, she was going to die here, and old lady with broken ribs with inappropriate underwear on display. She began to hyperventilate and her world began to close in around her. She desperately managed to call home, a voice she barley recognised answered, but Holly could only whisper the name of the alleyway and gasp “help”, before she blacked out.
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Post by avo13 on Sept 3, 2020 16:40:09 GMT -6
Awesome stuff!
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Post by ark on Sept 4, 2020 18:24:05 GMT -6
Time Witch – Chapter 7
Holly lay on the golden sand and savoured the feel of the sun on her naked body. She smiled as she admired her toned, sun kissed skin. Having a tan was a novelty for the normally pale redhead, but it suited her.
As she contemplated her young perfect body, Holly was content. This was all she had really wanted. Just to be young again. Just to have back the pert breasts, smooth skin and fresh face that time had so cruelly taken away from her. Never once in her true youth had she sunbathed naked, but now given a second chance she couldn't understand why she had ever done anything else.
Why should she cover up her large perky breasts with a bikini? Why would she wear a sarong and hide her pert bum and endless smooth legs? Modesty was for the old and flabby, and now that she no longer qualified for that category, Holly was going to flaunt her body as much as possible.
She bent one supple leg at the knee, and stretch out the other, wiggling her toes as she did so. A wave washed up and covered her foot and Holly savoured the feel of the water. But once it receded Holly’s foot had changed. In place of the dainty ankle that had resided there moments ago was a thick, swollen and pasty replacement. Thin, cracked skin covered her sole and her toes were misshapen.
Holly hardly had time to frown at this new development before a huge wave surged up and covered her whole body. When it had passed, Holly’s whole body had been transformed. Instead of a bronzed beach bunny, she was a beached whale. A fat, sagging husk of a woman in her 80’s. She screamed in a raspy older voice as she clutched empty sagging boobs in gnarled old hands. Her legs were toneless and covered in varicose veins. Her ass flat and lumpy, her waist lost beneath loose rolls of grey uneven flesh. She ran her hands over the unending wrinkles off her face and into her white brittle hair in hysterical panic...
..and then she woke up. It was just a dream she told herself. She tried to sit up on her bed, but her body wouldn't oblige. She felt like she had been hit by a truck. A cursory glance around the room told Holly she was in hospital. What had happened to her? She couldn't remember.
Holly was very uncomfortable, there was something resting against the side of her body, just under her armpit. She tried to move it away, but she couldn't. It was her boob. A loose, empty sack of breast that had once been the stuff of male fantasies. Now nearly 90 years old.
She screamed, but it died in her dusty throat and came out as a dry gasp. She tried again to sit up, heaving her unresponsive body with her weak stick arms. Breathing heavily from the exertion, she became aware of a stabbing pain in her rib. It was broken. Sonya! Oh God she remembered.
In morbid fascination Holly assessed the damage to her body. Easier said they done given her now blurry eyesight. Her boobs as previously noted were empty sacks hanging down the sides of her body. Holly almost gagged when she slipped her hand under the hospital gown and felt their loose flesh oozing between her fingers.
Her midriff was home to a gut. Even lying down three or four rolls of flesh. At this age it was less flab and more just useless skin that had long since forgotten where it belonged. Her flesh itself was coarse and wrinkled, marred with blemishes and age spots. There was not an inch if her that did not look ancient and decayed. She was grateful she couldn't see her face, as she dreaded what it would look like.
Had she been able to see, she would have been appalled at the mass of sags and wrinkles that made her face almost unrecognizable. The rogue hairs on her lip, the turkey neck, the scraggly white hair without a hint of her natural red.
Blissfully ignorant of her facial woes, she instead lamented her new legs. Somehow, they were both chunky and bony. All the flesh was in the wrong places, hanging uselessly off her thighs or clumped above her knees, while the areas where muscle tone belonged were thin and weak. Her ankles were thick and hideous, just like her dream. Her ass she couldn't see, but a few awkward gropes suggested it was gone. Replaced by a flat expanse of withered skin. The cellulite was still there though, joy of joys. Holly never thought she would miss her huge middle-aged bum. Flabby it might have been, but it still had shape. Now she had nothing.
She needed to get out of here. Use her power, get young again. Stop Sonya. She tried to stand up, but her husk of a body just laughed derisively at that and racked her with pain instead. She was trapped.
At that moment, Pippa came in to the hospital room. Her tenant, the only one who had avoided accidental aging at Holly's hand. Pips was a young, bubbly blonde. Compared to her slender glamourous friends she was a bit plane, but she was still an attractive girl. Her figure was curvy, but these were the firm shapely curves of youth. Big boobs high on her chest, a round bum and shapely thighs. The had the slightest hint of a belly bulge beneath her sweater, but a hint was all it was. Her long blonde hair was frizzy and wild, framing her pretty bespectacled face.
Pippa rushed over to Holly's bedside s soon add she saw she was awake.
"Oh my God. Holly are you ok?" Concerned was rife across the young girls face.
"You recognize me?" Holly was surprised and mortified that this withered form had been identified. "How?"
"I got your phone call, from the alley. I came as soon as I could". The younger woman cupped Hollys crusty hand in her own young one. " I was worried sick. Are you alright?"
Holly wanted to day no. she wasn't alright. She was a 30 something stuck in the hideous decrepit body of a near dead geriatric. Instead she just sighed and said "I'm just old". Then Holly made a decision. "Pips, I need to tell you something. A secret. You might not believe it....but I’m the Time Witch." Holly paused for dramatic effect.
"I know." Said Pippa matter of factly.
"What?" Holly wheezed. "How?"
"Well, I suspected it when you got 15 years younger overnight. I was further convinced when Kimmy got cellulite and Suzie’s boobs started to sag." Pips had quite a smug look on her face. "Thanks for that by the way, if Kimmy had false-modestly asked me if her bum looked big one more time I'd have screamed. Her actually gaining a few pounds and a few lumps has done her a world of good." She grinned. "And to complete my clever deduction, you were dressed as the Witch when I found you in the gutter. Mask and all".
Holly sat in stunned silence for a second, then just nodded. "Well when you put it like that, it's pretty obvious. Aging Kim and Suz were accidents by the way. I didn't understand my powers."
Pippa nodded. "Yea I figured. The news made out you only aged scumbags, so I guessed the girls were either mistakes or annoyed you minorly somehow. That's why I didn't tell anyone. But never mind that, what's happened to you?"
So Holly told her the whole story. From the lightning strike in the swimming pool, to Sonya and the institute of aging. Everything. Except Hollys sex with young Andy. She felt a bit guilty about seducing the boy with the lie of youth, and it felt a bit obscene to talk about sex as a sexless pile of wrinkles. The thought of her perfect body compared to her present state brought tears to her eyes.
"Pippa. We need to stop Sonya. Maybe I was wrong to age people as a vigilante, but Sonya is going to be much worse."
Pippa nodded. "I know. Its already started. She's being raiding college dorm rooms, cheerleading squads, nightclubs. Anywhere where young attractive women might congregate. She is stockpiling youth, she's aged dozens of innocents. How can we stop her?"
Holly wasn't sure, but she knew only she could stop Sonya. A supercharged Lostez would be able to punch through walls, leap buildings and disable anyone with little more than a touch of her power. The only person on earth who could match her was currently struggling to breathe in a hospital bed.
"Pippa. I need to ask something of you that I have no right to ask. I need your youth."
Pippa was shocked, and moved away from the bed. "What? Why?”
“Pip’s I can barely move.” Holly wheezed in her rattling old voice. “I can’t do anything about Sonya while I’m this old. I just need a decade or two, to get me back on my feet and out of this hospital. Then we can think of a plan to deal with this mess.”
Pippa nodded slowly moved forward, then hesitated. “Can you reverse it? Later I mean, once Sonya’s dealt with. You’ll make me young again right?”
Holly hung her head, multiplying the loose turkey waddle that was now her neck. “I don’t know how. I would do if I could. I would have done it for Kimmy and Suz right away. But I don’t think I can.”
Pippa’s face was unreadable for a second or two. Then she held out her arm to Holly. “Ok. Do it. Sonya got young again after you aged her right? So there must be someway to do it. Besides, I can’t just leave you here.”
Grandma Holly smiled and took Pippa’s hand. She closed her thin eyelids and focused on Pippa’s youthful body. Her fresh face and luxuriant blonde hair. Her voluptuous body with her full breasts and bouncy bum. Most off all, Holly focused on Pippa’s supple young skin. How it contrasted to her own thin wrinkled expanses. She would only take 20 years or so, that would get her out of bed. Holly guessed she was 80 years old at least, so being 60 would seem positively spritely.
Except when she opened her eyes, nothing had changed. Holly was still ancient, Pippa was still young. Holly began to panic. “It’s not working.” She tried again, eyes open, focusing so hard it gave her a headache. Still nothing. “Oh God. Oh God. It’s not working! It’s not working!” She started to hyperventilate. “I’m stuck like this! I’m going to be old forever! I’m going to die soon!” Holly couldn’t breathe, the heart monitor next to her bed was going crazy. Pippa ran to the door and shouted for a nurse, then Holly backed out. …........................................................................................................................................................ When Holly awoke three figures stood around her bed speaking in hushed voices. Her weakened eye sight struggled to focus on their faces. She recognised Pippa's buxom figure and blonde curls, but the other two women were middle aged and strangers to her.
"She's awake." Said an oddly familiar voice.
Pippa rushed to kneel by Holly. "Are you ok? You really scared me there". Concern was rife across her face. Holly was touched.
"I'm fine. Apart from being ancient, I'm fine. Who are these two ladies?" Holly asked.
Before Pippa could answer, the brunette woman moved closer to the bed and into focus. "Don't recognise me? I guess it's been a few years since we last met."
And then Holly recognised Melissa Pyre. The young woman from the institute of aging that had tried to capture her. The same young woman who Holly had aged into a wrinkled midlife crisis.
"Oh shit.." Holly cursed.
Melissa took off her thick glasses and leaned in. "Oh shit indeed. But listen, Holly is it? Listen Holly. I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m a little embarrassed about how I tried to kidnap you and all, and well I think the three of us,” she gestured to the other middle aged woman, a rather fat looking brunette who Holly didn't recognise at all, “I think we all just want to be young again. And to do that, I need your help. What do you say we put our differences behind us?” There was a sincerity in the 50-year-olds eye, and the tiniest hint of desperation in her voice.
Holly flicked her head towards the other woman. “I didn’t age her.”
The mystery woman shook her head. “No, you didn’t. Sonya drained me, just like she drained you.” Sophie smiled a shy smile. “My name is Sophie, and unless we stop Sonya together, we won’t be the last old women she inflicts upon the world." After a few minutes of explanations and apologies from both sides, the 4 women were up to speed on each other’s experiences over the last few weeks. Melissa explained that while Holly had been asleep, Sonya has used her supercharged youth and her new powers to rampage through Foxford, draining as many young women as she could get her hands on. Holly explained that with the age draining power, you could stockpile youth in a reservoir of sorts. Together, they decided Sonya needed to be stopped.
“All of this is academic anyway.” sighed Holly, she was exhausted just from talking. And she knew in the pit of her stomach that conversations would always be exhausting now, she was too old to keep up with youngsters like these. “I can’t get young again, I tried to use my power on Pippa and it didn’t work. I’m too weak”.
Mel shook her head. “I’m not so sure about that, they had you laced full of painkillers and antibiotics and god knows what else when we found you here. I’m certain that will have had an effect on your powers”.
Holly’s aged ears perked up. “Seriously?”
Melissa and Sophie nodded simultaneously.
Hoping beyond hope her former enemies knew what they were talking about, Holly turned to young Pippa. “Are you still sure about this? There is no guarantee that you’ll ever be young again. And trust me, being old is no fun.”
Pippa only nodded and held out her arm.
Holly took a deep wheezing breath, and touched her young housemates flesh. At first her heart sank, there was nothing just like before, but the slowly, and with a lot of effort, the years started to shift.
The first thing holly noticed was her rib as it popped back into place. It was agonizingly painful for the briefest of moments, then it was gone. That was a relief. Holly had hoped the rib would heal but had way of knowing for sure.
The rest of the earlier changes were much more noticeable on Pippa than they were on Holly. The curvy blonde advanced through her twenties slowly, a few extra pounds appeared on her frame. Her boobs most noticeably expanded, as did her hips, and her little belly pooch became slightly more obvious. She was still attractive, as her expanded features were still smooth and shapely. Holly knew from bitter experience this was unlikely to last.
As the elderly redhead regressed through her seventies, the harsh wrinkles easing off slightly, Pippa advanced into her thirties. And it was here things started to go south, literally. Her enhanced cleavage heaved slightly, now clearly trying to escape her inadequate bra. Pippa noticed this and quickly moved her hands to unclip her (front opening) bra. The droop was instant and produced a gasp of shock from Pippa.
Her exposed arms were getting bigger and less appealing, and her stomach had developed rolls of fat that forced her top upwards to reveal the bulge. He thighs and ass were slow to join in but soon did so with a vengeance.
Now in her late thirties, Pippa’s face began to look a bit tired. To her credit, she had stayed fresh faced longer than most, but now crow’s feet sneaked out from her eyes, frown lines etched themselves onto her forehead. A double chin appeared suddenly and made her look a decade older in an instant, a chubby tired face framed by dull blonde hair.
Holly was now around sixty, and still felt and looked ancient, but at least she could see clearer now. Her flabby belly and thighs were expanding as the mid-life weight returned, but at least they had some shape again.
As the first red hairs re-appeared for Holly, the first greys sullied Pippa’s mane. Pippa now flaunted a matronly figure, with two huge sagging breasts that looked less appealing by the second, a midriff swamped by belly bulges and rolls, and chubby legs. Her exposed lower legs showed knobbly knees and thick ankles.
Holly should really have stopped then, but to her shame she kept going, dragging herself as young as 50 and pushing Pippa equally as old. The last few years of rejuvenation gave Holly more red hair, less wrinkles and ever so slightly less limp breasts. Pippa suffered a spate of greys, more and more blemishes on her once glowing skin, and breasts that lost their shape as well as their height. They now resembled big half-empty water balloons, hanging below her top and resting on her ample belly. As Holly look her hand away, Pippa was left as a flabby, middle aged matron.
“Shit.” Pippa whispered. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a train” She stood up rather unsteadily, trying to adapt to her knew heavyset figure, and wobbled over to the mirror in the corner of the hospital room to assess the damage. “Jesus” she said “who ate all the pies?” she put her hands on her wide hips and twisted this way and that to take in her newly plump body. While in her youth she had been delightfully curvy, in middle aged she was just fat, plain and wrinkled. Her body bulged and sagged at every opportunity and any hint of her hourglass figure was lost. She hefted her now floppy bosom, pinched the inches of flesh that now constituted her midriff, and stared resignedly at the lines around her eyes and the greys in her hair.
Wordlessly, she lifted up the hem of her (formerly loose, now skin tight) summer dress to inspect her ass. On seeing the large sagging mass that 30 years had transformed her bubble bum into, she groaned. "Ughhh. That's just not attractive." She pinched some cellulite between her fingers. "This was my best feature."
"Preaching to the choir dear" remarked Sophie.
"Thank you Pippa. I won't forget this. If there's anyway to return your youth, I promise I'll find it." Holly was standing now, feeling positivity spritely in her semi-rejuvenated body. Sure she looked like a fatter version of her mother, but she could stand again and her ass had returned. Saggy and fat and massive, but her ass was back. And that was something.
"Ok ladies. Let's go get our figures back".
With that the four middle aged women strode out of the hospital, droopy bums, saggy boobs and crow’s feet ready for war.
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Post by VioletJames on Sept 4, 2020 18:29:39 GMT -6
Mmmmmmm..yes. The Pippa chapters are some of my favorite WG related AP. Bless.
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