The Time Witch - Old Story
Sept 4, 2020 18:43:44 GMT -6
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Time Witch- Chapter 8
- The Finale
"Do you know what I miss most?" whispered Sophie as the four middle aged women sat in the dark outside the Lostez mansion. "I miss the wolf whistling. We passed two building sites ok the way here and we didn't as much as turn a head between us. It’s like we've become invisible."
Mell raised an eyebrow "You're a lesbian, why the hell do you care if some potbellied builder is lusting after you?" She sounded a little jealous.
"I'm bi. And I don't. I just, miss the attention. It was nice to feel sexy. Now I just feel kinda...powerless. Know what I mean?"
The other three women nodded solemnly. They all missed their youth, and they all feared they would never get it back.
The four of them were camped out in the woods around the mansion waiting for an opportunity. Holly had sensed that Sonya was inside, but they could see security had been stepped up since the last time Holly had paid a visit, so the women were waiting for someone to let their guard down. Other than that, the plan had yet to take shape.
"There." whispered Melissa "the second floor balcony. The guards aren't covering it."
Holly nodded. "Looks like a spare bedroom. I could sneak into the rest if the house from there."
"How will you get up there in the first place?" Asked the chubby middle-aged form of Pippa.
"Ah well, that brings us to the awkward party of my half assed plan," Holly scratched her head while she searched for some tactful way to put this. "I need to drain you again. All of you."
"What?" The three women replied as one, looking remarkably unamused.
"Sonya is in her perfect young form right? And from what you've told me she has huge stockpiles of youth just in case. If I am going to overpower her, I need to be young myself, and I'll need some reserves as well. Even then I'll need to catch her unaware to have any chance". Holly paused. "I know it's a lot to ask. But it's the only chance we have."
Pippa was the first to stick out her arm. "I already seem ancient. May as well make me as old as I feel." The formerly young blonde smiled, but it was more of a grimace.
Mell and Sophie followed shortly after. "I suppose it's not as big a deal to give up or middle-aged visages as it was to lose our youthful ones." Said Mel.
The women put their hands together, Holly put hers on top, and after making sure she was touching some of each of her donor’s flesh, she began to drain.
The changes between middle and old age are more subtle, so at first there wasn’t much change. The wrinkles around Mel’s eyes deepened, Sophie gained a few more pounds and Pippa lost the last of her blonde hair. Then things started to get more drastic. As one, their cleavages started to flatten out. They still sagged and hung, in fact the did more so with every second, but without the shaping nature of a bra they hardly stuck out from the women's chests. Pippa, who had both the largest bust was the most severely affected. With the last of her boobs shape and stature gone, her figure was almost not existent. The loose masses now rested on the rolls of her middle-aged gut.
Mel’s face seemed to dry out as she entered her seventies, her good looks lost beneath hundreds of deep criss-crossed line. Her nose had grown a bit bulbous rather than the cute button it had once been, and her bright intelligent eyes were now sunken beneath heavy lidded eyes. As the last of her dark hair gave way to white, she noticed that her body was losing weight, but not in a good way. She was beginning to look frail and skeletal, with the exception of her midriff which remained bloated. Her joints grew more stiff and painful with every second, so she sat down exhausted, gasping laboured breaths from dusty lungs.
Sophie was faring little better. Her darker skin seemed to be helping with the wrinkles to a certain degree, and her face looked less haggard, but her neck began to look like a vulture’s, hanging and corded. With the decline of her chest (now limp and pitiful even in her support bra), she now looked very bottom heavy. Her previously slender legs, which had maintained some of their shape into middle age if not their dainty nature, were now heavyset tree trunks. Her ankles were swollen hideously and bright blue and green veins sprouted all over the place. Sophie's belly stopped expanding after 70, and just began to hang lower and lower instead, spilling over her too-tight skirt waistband. She looked at her decrepit hand, covered in bunched up leathery skin and flexed to stiff digits. She tried desperately to remember how it had felt to have a smooth dexterous body, but she found her memory was weakening. So too was her eyesight as her eyes glassed over as the first tear rolled down her wrinkled cheek.
Pippa who has only this morning been a spritely 20-year-old was now older than her own grandmother. And the years had not been kind. Her pudgy lined face was sagging fiercely and she has developed pronounced jowls. Burst blood vessels and age spots hid any hint of youthful blush. Her hair was a scraggly grey that grew thinner by the second.
Her body had probably been the least firm of the four women when they had been young, and that trend had continued throughout her accelerated life cycle. The curvy twenty something had declined into a fat middle aged woman, and now was becoming an obese old lady. The others had all lost a little bulk in their golden years, but Pippa just keep expanding. Any hint of womanly shape, hips breast or waist, was lost to the expanse. The summer dress had spilt down each side sometime after her foe sixtieth birthday, and now displayed humiliating fleshy rolls and stretch marks to the world. Pippa was always one for the bright side if life, but this was too much of a shock. How could this continent of cellulite be her body? How could she ever end up looking like this?
On the bright side, Pippa’s robust frame at least made her look healthier than Mell and Sonya, who both looked rather frail in their eighties.
Holly on the other hand looked fabulous. Her perfect 21 year old body had been restored, with about 50 stockpiled years in reserve. To say she felt amazing was an understatement.
She pulled off her hospital gown, briefly revealing her naked form to the three old aged pensioners before her. The prematurely ancient women looked at Holly was awe, jealously and more than a touch of remorse.
Holly's rounded breasts proudly defied gravity on her chest, her midriff was toned and her legs seemingly endless. She bent over to pick up her Witch outfit, treating the women to a view of her firm young derriere.
"Oh come on!" Moaned geriatric Pippa, "that's just showing off".
"Sorry," Holly blushed.
As she pulled her short skirt up her smooth legs, a dark thought popped into her head. She could run away. Leave the other three behind. She wouldn't stand a chance of overpowering Sonya given all the youth she had acquired. Holly would have to have the element of surprise, and then a lot of luck, to age Sonya at all before the gangster heiress did the same to her. Was she willing to risk her youth again? But as she put on her mask she knew she had no choice. She owed it to Mel, Sophie and Pippa most of all. She couldn't betray their trust. "Ok then," she whispered. "Wish me luck."
Holly climbed up the ivy beside the balcony with ease and the pulled herself over silently. She could sense Sonya was nearby, in fact she could hear her nemesis singing in the shower. Holly hoped beyond how that Sonya couldn't detect Holly in the same way. Maybe she didn't have that ability, or maybe she just didn't understand what that feeling meant. Either way, Holly just had to keep her fingers crossed.
The red head hid in the curtains and waited.
Sonya eventually bust out of the en-suite and side through her large bedroom whistling a merry tune in nothing but a white towel. With a flourish, she pulled away the garment and starred vainly at her gorgeous naked refection. Everything about her was tighter, firmer and well...younger than when Holly had last been in this room. Just like Holly herself, when fully charged with stolen youth, Sonya's body was inhumanly perfect, without even the slightest hint of decay.
As the dark-haired goddess wrapped her towel around her damp mane, Holly seized her chance. She pounced on Sonya and pinned her face down on the floor.
The young woman screamed in shock and struggled beneath Holly, but Holly had locked her strong thighs around Sonya's bare hips and had the upper hand. She grasped her foe’s bare neck and hurriedly started draining.
Holly's heart sank at that moment. She could feel that Sonya had nearly 100 years of stockpiled youth! It would be minutes before she knocked her enemy out of her perfect young form, and god was she strong.
Sonya writhed with increasing vigour as soon as she realised her youth was being drained. The dark-haired beauty thrashed out her long legs and brutally struck Holly's back. Her firm hips and ass bucked up and down between Holly's legs. The read head knew she wouldn't be able to hold her for long.
Sonya was flailing her arms around now, and Holly was really struggling to hold her down. Suddenly, Sonya's hand made contract with Holly's exposed thigh, and she started draining her attacker back.
"Oh no!" thought Holly. She didn't yet have more years in reserve than Sonya, so now that they were being drained at the same rate she would drop out of superpowered youth before Sonya. And just like a shorted out battery, the years were flying away now. 30 years from aging, 20...10! Holly didn't know what to do. Then all of a sudden, she was mortal again.
18 moved to 21 in a heart beat, 25 and the first extra pounds started collecting around her exposed midriff. 30 and the fine lines crept out from her eyes and her breasts became pears rather than melons.
Sonya sensed the increasing weight off her attacker, and the drastically lessened strength. She hurled Holly off like she was a child. Holly hit the wall and slumped. She was in real trouble now.
Sonya spring to her feet, still in her perfect 18 year old form. Bare breasts bouncing youthfully, she dashed across the room and sized Holly.
"You frumpy bitch! Again! You just don't learn do you!" she began draining again, and Holly was dragged into middle age. Pinned up against the wall, Sonya grabbed Holly's leg, hoisted it up as she would a lover and laughed with wicked glee add she felt cellulite blossom into existence under her fingers.
"Early retirement was clearly too kind a fate for you, witch." She tightened her grip. "Let's try an early grave instead!"
Holly felt her body soften and sag, her breasts falling like overripe fruit beneath her increasingly inept top. She had failed her friends. She had failed herself. And she had failed every one of Sonya's future victims. How many other women would see their firm bodies spread and droop in front of their very eyes because of Holly weakness in this moment?
She thought of Sophie and her glazed over, old before her time eyes. She thought of Melissa and her arthritic limbs. She thought of Pippa and her bloated body. She even thought of Kimmy, and the way the young girl had lost her self-confidence at the sight of her softer bum. Somehow, that one hurt the most. She couldn’t leave those girls in their aged state, not if there was any remote possibility of her making them young again.
She reached out with a older, flabby arm and grabbed a nearby desk lamp. Swinging it with all her fading might, she smashed it over Sonya’s pretty head. A surprised look flashed onto Sonya’s face, and then she collapsed.
“I can’t believe that worked.” whispered Holly in a huskier voice. She ran her hands over her body, and judging my the softness, bulges and low altitude of her boobs, she guessed herself to be in her late 40’s.
She crouched down and examined the beautiful specimen before her. Sonya had been a good looking woman in reality, and this madness had only made her more perfect. But Holly had to end that.
She rested her hands on Sonya’s toned stomach and started to drain her. First, she took the surplus years. There was still nearly 50 years worth, Holly had been nowhere near defeating her foe with the element of surprise. Hollys body rapidly sprang back into shape. The feeling of her breasts rising up and her chest and then springing back into their perky round shape with a bouncy flourish was wonderful.
As soon as the excess years were gone, Sonya began to wilt. Small changes at first. Tiny lines around her lidded eyes, a layer of softness over her abs and hips, her boobs gravitated ever so slightly towards her armpits. The inevitable, unavoidable, tragic disintegration of a woman's youth. Then things sped up. Her luscious red lips shrunk, her forehead crinkles and her cheeks became looser. Her breasts lost shape and succumbed more to gravity. Her hips continued to expand, and her waist faded away. She wasn’t getting fat, but her whole body was less toned. Her alabaster skin looked duller and more faded by the second. Wrinkles bunched up around her joints and around her neck. Her legs looked significantly less shapely, and uneven skin marred her thighs. Solitary grey strands broke into her black hair and spread like a virus.
Now at the age Holly had originally aged her to, somewhere in her fifties, Sonya looked like a middle-aged crone. Her youthful looks had well and truly gone, and even unconscious she seemed to scowl bitterly about it. But Holly wasn’t going to stop there. She couldn't. She had to finish this.
She drained Sonya into old age, her once ripe body rotting on the vine like an overlooked peach. She shriveled up like a raisin, every inch of her flesh was now age spotted parchment. Her face, with a nose that had never stopped growing, looked like a vulture’s, complete with a turkey's neck. That dark, striking hair was now white. He slender hands were claws, her dainty feet gnarled stumps. And still Holly drained.
In her late nineties, Sonya finally was left in peace. Her shallow, rattling breath. Holly should kill her. She knew that. But she couldn’t. She was no murderer. She picked up the old husk of a woman and jumped out of the window. It was over.
........................
“We’ll take care of her.” said Mel. “The Institute can keep her hidden for what remains of her life”.
Holly nodded. She had reservations about handing Sonya over to Mel, but the scientists had trusted her with their youth, so she felt obliged to trust them back.
“I have loads of spare youth,” Holly announced. “Any ideas on how to share the wealth?”
It was Sophie who spoke up “You said, when you're draining someone, that you have to focus on their youthful features right? Well, maybe to reverse the flow, you have to focus on the aged features in us. It’s gotta be worth a shout, right?” The old, half blind woman had severe desperation in her voice, but a youthful optimism that betrayed her true years.
“Ok,” said Holly. “Any volunteers? I’ll do my best not to age you into dust by mistake.” The joke was in poor taste, and all three women sucked in sharp breaths at that all too realistic risk.
Sophie stood up (with considerable difficulty). “It’s my theory, seems only right to be the guinea pig”.
She held out a leathery arm. Holly took it in her slender hands. “Here goes nothing.”
She focused on Sophies milky eyes, her dark skinned wrinkled face, her brittle grey hair. And then all of a sudden, years started to move. Holly and Sophie both panicked that they might be going the wrong way, but then those milky eyes grew less cloudy. A few white hairs turned grey, a wrinkle here and an age spot there disappeared. I was working! Sophie raced back into middle age, her body gaining shape (and weight), and losing wrinkles by the second. Her large bosom started to rise upwards and regaining form. Her bum bust back into existence from the expanse of shapeless skin that had been her behind. Her legs regained tone rapidly and the veins disappeared. Her ankles returned from the cankle-d mess that they had been. Before she knew it, Sophie was a thirty-year-old beauty with silky smooth skin and hardly a line on her face and an ass that could stop traffic. Holly slowed the transfer to carefully leave her at the 19 years old she had been before this madness.
“Oh my god.” Whispered Sophie, the relief evident in her sultry voice. “I’m young again! She danced around like a madwoman, and nearly snapped Melissa in two with an overly familiar hug.
Holly, grinning herself, beckoned Mell over to join in the party. She watched the old lady limp forwards and then dashed forward to grab her.
“No trying to kidnap me if I make you young again?” Holly teased.
“I’m sure I can restrain myself.” Mell grimaced.
So Holly focused on Mell’s gnarled hands and ruined joints, her flabby drooping body and it instantly began to change.
Her back straitened up almost immediately as her stiff frame began to regain some range of movement. The flab around her body shifted as she slowly began to regain her womanly shape. The harsh wrinkles on her face began to disperse, and soon Mell looked like her middle aged self again. Then the real rejuvenation began. Her breasts rose up her chest like a time lapse video of blooming flowers. Her waist shrank down to waifish proportions, with her hips beginning to regain their luscious curve. Finally, her legs, the dumpy spoiled tree trunks that had once been her pride and joy, morphed back into the svelte pins of a beautiful young women. As Holly stopped the transfer, Mell removed her obsolete glasses from her wrinkle free face and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Her nightmare was finally over.
Finally, that brought them to Pippa. The bubbly blonde was now much more wobbly blob, and her normally peppy face was rather morose.
"Have you got enough years left?" She asked nervously.
Holly nodded. "Just about. I'll start aging myself before the end," she said sadly. "But that's only fair. I am really a middle aged woman after all".
She touched Pippa's wrist and began the shift of years.
Slowly but surely life started to return to the students wrinkled face. Her white hair shifted to grey, and then the odd blond strand re-emerged. The flabby folds of her body shifted around as he figure battled to be reborn. Now back in middle age, her hips returned to prominence and hints of a waist returned. Her huge pendulous bosom began to rise up her chest like two freshly baked muffins. Entering her thirties, the wrinkles faded smoothly from her face and the weight started to melt off. Her ass visibly re-sculpted itself into the alluring round shape of its youth. Into her twenties and the belly rolls disappeared entirely. Her legs became shapely and regained their tone, with her hips and bum restored to ripeness. The extra chin vanished, doubling her allure in an instant. And finally her boobs were restored to their gravity defying glory.
"Wow that felt amazing." Pippa gasped, running her hands across her young-again figure. The ripped summer dress that had looked obscene in her eighties now displayed scandalously sexy portions of her youthful curves.
Holly on the other hand had used the last of her excess youthful power to restore Pippa and had aged herself to finish the job. Only into her really thirties, but the first sighs of the tragic disintegration of her beauty had begun.
Her eyes were marred by fine lines, her flat stomach had a tiny bulge, and her buoyant breasts now had an all too familiar droop and pull on her chest. Holly didn't need to see her behind to know the first vengeful dimples of cottage cheese would have appeared on her thighs and derriere. Her heart sank at the thought these flaws would be with her forever now. The aging had to stop now she realised; it was too slippery a slope to use her powers. This time her youth has faded forever.
She hugged Pippa, thanked her for her sacrifice. She shook Sophie and Melissa hands. She cast a finally forever at the still unconscious husk of Sonya Lostez. Then she said her goodbyes. There was one more thing she had to do.
.................
Kimmy was inspecting her reflection in the bathroom mirror in her underwear, the last set she had that she didn't think made her ass look fat. Even then, it was a close cut thing. She had no idea that she had been artificially aged 5 years. All she knew was that her lovely bottom was softer, wobblier and slightly dimpled. She was mortified. She’d hit the gym, cut out chocolate, tried every cream and body wrap scam she could get her hands on. But her ass would seemingly never recover.
Holly started the young student when she crept in behind her.
“Sorry Kimmy, I didn't realise you were in here,” she gesticulated to her pile of bathroom products. “Mind if I...”
“No no, sure go ahead.” Kimmy was blushing profusely at having been caught inspecting her own ass.
Holly looked at her own reflection briefly, doing her best to savour the last moments of her finely line face. She was still a fairly attractive woman in her early thirties. The next five years would not be kind, and she knew it. Still, this had to be done.
As covertly as she could manage, she put her hand on Kim’s shoulder. “Looking hot by the way!” Holly remarked as she changed the years. “All that gym times paying off!”
“Pfft, I don’t know what you’re...” Kim glanced over her shoulder as her ass tightened and reshaped itself into smooth 20 year old perfection. It even bounced slightly as it shifted, making Holly worry for a second Kimmy might notice something fishy was afoot. But the vain young thing was just happy to see her bum back how it belonged. “Huh. Maybe you're right.” She gave her derriere a gentle slap, almost as if she was worried she would scare her asset away again. She shifted her weight to make sure the absence of cottage cheese wasn’t a trick of flattering light. Finally convinced that it was real, Kimmy practically skipped out the room, which was a very sexy sight.
Holly sighed and stared at her own, awfully familiar reflection. Her own ass had fallen as Kim’s had risen, and she knew it wasn’t ever rising up again. The matronly, tired woman who looked back at her was her reality now, and sadly she knew it would only get worse. She looked in melancholy at the pile of her overpriced beauty products next to the sink. She would have to start using the wrinkle creams, stretch mark lotions and cellulite scrubs all over again, knowing full well that they would provide less rejuvenation than even a single year of stolen youth.
She would break up with her toyboy boyfriend, it wasn’t fair to him to have seduced him with her stolen youth and then lump him with this visage. And the vigilantism had to stop. She didn't know what had possessed her to makes herself judge, jury, and agecutioner, but that wasn’t fair either. She had seen a bit of herself in the power mad Sonya, and she wouldn’t put anyone else through what Mell had to suffer. He adventures through her own life cycle were over and she was back to aging slowly and inevitably into a fossilized husk.
But she had to be realistic. This was her true age, and her true body. It was only fair that she was stuck in it. And besides, she may have been one or two years younger than before she started this whole crazy adventure. She plumped her heavy pillowy boobs and pouted at her reflection. Maybe youth was just a state of mind? And who knows, maybe one day she would need to use her powers again...
Only if there was no other option.
Or if some vain young tart cut in front of her in a queue. Something serious like that....
The End
- The Finale
"Do you know what I miss most?" whispered Sophie as the four middle aged women sat in the dark outside the Lostez mansion. "I miss the wolf whistling. We passed two building sites ok the way here and we didn't as much as turn a head between us. It’s like we've become invisible."
Mell raised an eyebrow "You're a lesbian, why the hell do you care if some potbellied builder is lusting after you?" She sounded a little jealous.
"I'm bi. And I don't. I just, miss the attention. It was nice to feel sexy. Now I just feel kinda...powerless. Know what I mean?"
The other three women nodded solemnly. They all missed their youth, and they all feared they would never get it back.
The four of them were camped out in the woods around the mansion waiting for an opportunity. Holly had sensed that Sonya was inside, but they could see security had been stepped up since the last time Holly had paid a visit, so the women were waiting for someone to let their guard down. Other than that, the plan had yet to take shape.
"There." whispered Melissa "the second floor balcony. The guards aren't covering it."
Holly nodded. "Looks like a spare bedroom. I could sneak into the rest if the house from there."
"How will you get up there in the first place?" Asked the chubby middle-aged form of Pippa.
"Ah well, that brings us to the awkward party of my half assed plan," Holly scratched her head while she searched for some tactful way to put this. "I need to drain you again. All of you."
"What?" The three women replied as one, looking remarkably unamused.
"Sonya is in her perfect young form right? And from what you've told me she has huge stockpiles of youth just in case. If I am going to overpower her, I need to be young myself, and I'll need some reserves as well. Even then I'll need to catch her unaware to have any chance". Holly paused. "I know it's a lot to ask. But it's the only chance we have."
Pippa was the first to stick out her arm. "I already seem ancient. May as well make me as old as I feel." The formerly young blonde smiled, but it was more of a grimace.
Mell and Sophie followed shortly after. "I suppose it's not as big a deal to give up or middle-aged visages as it was to lose our youthful ones." Said Mel.
The women put their hands together, Holly put hers on top, and after making sure she was touching some of each of her donor’s flesh, she began to drain.
The changes between middle and old age are more subtle, so at first there wasn’t much change. The wrinkles around Mel’s eyes deepened, Sophie gained a few more pounds and Pippa lost the last of her blonde hair. Then things started to get more drastic. As one, their cleavages started to flatten out. They still sagged and hung, in fact the did more so with every second, but without the shaping nature of a bra they hardly stuck out from the women's chests. Pippa, who had both the largest bust was the most severely affected. With the last of her boobs shape and stature gone, her figure was almost not existent. The loose masses now rested on the rolls of her middle-aged gut.
Mel’s face seemed to dry out as she entered her seventies, her good looks lost beneath hundreds of deep criss-crossed line. Her nose had grown a bit bulbous rather than the cute button it had once been, and her bright intelligent eyes were now sunken beneath heavy lidded eyes. As the last of her dark hair gave way to white, she noticed that her body was losing weight, but not in a good way. She was beginning to look frail and skeletal, with the exception of her midriff which remained bloated. Her joints grew more stiff and painful with every second, so she sat down exhausted, gasping laboured breaths from dusty lungs.
Sophie was faring little better. Her darker skin seemed to be helping with the wrinkles to a certain degree, and her face looked less haggard, but her neck began to look like a vulture’s, hanging and corded. With the decline of her chest (now limp and pitiful even in her support bra), she now looked very bottom heavy. Her previously slender legs, which had maintained some of their shape into middle age if not their dainty nature, were now heavyset tree trunks. Her ankles were swollen hideously and bright blue and green veins sprouted all over the place. Sophie's belly stopped expanding after 70, and just began to hang lower and lower instead, spilling over her too-tight skirt waistband. She looked at her decrepit hand, covered in bunched up leathery skin and flexed to stiff digits. She tried desperately to remember how it had felt to have a smooth dexterous body, but she found her memory was weakening. So too was her eyesight as her eyes glassed over as the first tear rolled down her wrinkled cheek.
Pippa who has only this morning been a spritely 20-year-old was now older than her own grandmother. And the years had not been kind. Her pudgy lined face was sagging fiercely and she has developed pronounced jowls. Burst blood vessels and age spots hid any hint of youthful blush. Her hair was a scraggly grey that grew thinner by the second.
Her body had probably been the least firm of the four women when they had been young, and that trend had continued throughout her accelerated life cycle. The curvy twenty something had declined into a fat middle aged woman, and now was becoming an obese old lady. The others had all lost a little bulk in their golden years, but Pippa just keep expanding. Any hint of womanly shape, hips breast or waist, was lost to the expanse. The summer dress had spilt down each side sometime after her foe sixtieth birthday, and now displayed humiliating fleshy rolls and stretch marks to the world. Pippa was always one for the bright side if life, but this was too much of a shock. How could this continent of cellulite be her body? How could she ever end up looking like this?
On the bright side, Pippa’s robust frame at least made her look healthier than Mell and Sonya, who both looked rather frail in their eighties.
Holly on the other hand looked fabulous. Her perfect 21 year old body had been restored, with about 50 stockpiled years in reserve. To say she felt amazing was an understatement.
She pulled off her hospital gown, briefly revealing her naked form to the three old aged pensioners before her. The prematurely ancient women looked at Holly was awe, jealously and more than a touch of remorse.
Holly's rounded breasts proudly defied gravity on her chest, her midriff was toned and her legs seemingly endless. She bent over to pick up her Witch outfit, treating the women to a view of her firm young derriere.
"Oh come on!" Moaned geriatric Pippa, "that's just showing off".
"Sorry," Holly blushed.
As she pulled her short skirt up her smooth legs, a dark thought popped into her head. She could run away. Leave the other three behind. She wouldn't stand a chance of overpowering Sonya given all the youth she had acquired. Holly would have to have the element of surprise, and then a lot of luck, to age Sonya at all before the gangster heiress did the same to her. Was she willing to risk her youth again? But as she put on her mask she knew she had no choice. She owed it to Mel, Sophie and Pippa most of all. She couldn't betray their trust. "Ok then," she whispered. "Wish me luck."
Holly climbed up the ivy beside the balcony with ease and the pulled herself over silently. She could sense Sonya was nearby, in fact she could hear her nemesis singing in the shower. Holly hoped beyond how that Sonya couldn't detect Holly in the same way. Maybe she didn't have that ability, or maybe she just didn't understand what that feeling meant. Either way, Holly just had to keep her fingers crossed.
The red head hid in the curtains and waited.
Sonya eventually bust out of the en-suite and side through her large bedroom whistling a merry tune in nothing but a white towel. With a flourish, she pulled away the garment and starred vainly at her gorgeous naked refection. Everything about her was tighter, firmer and well...younger than when Holly had last been in this room. Just like Holly herself, when fully charged with stolen youth, Sonya's body was inhumanly perfect, without even the slightest hint of decay.
As the dark-haired goddess wrapped her towel around her damp mane, Holly seized her chance. She pounced on Sonya and pinned her face down on the floor.
The young woman screamed in shock and struggled beneath Holly, but Holly had locked her strong thighs around Sonya's bare hips and had the upper hand. She grasped her foe’s bare neck and hurriedly started draining.
Holly's heart sank at that moment. She could feel that Sonya had nearly 100 years of stockpiled youth! It would be minutes before she knocked her enemy out of her perfect young form, and god was she strong.
Sonya writhed with increasing vigour as soon as she realised her youth was being drained. The dark-haired beauty thrashed out her long legs and brutally struck Holly's back. Her firm hips and ass bucked up and down between Holly's legs. The read head knew she wouldn't be able to hold her for long.
Sonya was flailing her arms around now, and Holly was really struggling to hold her down. Suddenly, Sonya's hand made contract with Holly's exposed thigh, and she started draining her attacker back.
"Oh no!" thought Holly. She didn't yet have more years in reserve than Sonya, so now that they were being drained at the same rate she would drop out of superpowered youth before Sonya. And just like a shorted out battery, the years were flying away now. 30 years from aging, 20...10! Holly didn't know what to do. Then all of a sudden, she was mortal again.
18 moved to 21 in a heart beat, 25 and the first extra pounds started collecting around her exposed midriff. 30 and the fine lines crept out from her eyes and her breasts became pears rather than melons.
Sonya sensed the increasing weight off her attacker, and the drastically lessened strength. She hurled Holly off like she was a child. Holly hit the wall and slumped. She was in real trouble now.
Sonya spring to her feet, still in her perfect 18 year old form. Bare breasts bouncing youthfully, she dashed across the room and sized Holly.
"You frumpy bitch! Again! You just don't learn do you!" she began draining again, and Holly was dragged into middle age. Pinned up against the wall, Sonya grabbed Holly's leg, hoisted it up as she would a lover and laughed with wicked glee add she felt cellulite blossom into existence under her fingers.
"Early retirement was clearly too kind a fate for you, witch." She tightened her grip. "Let's try an early grave instead!"
Holly felt her body soften and sag, her breasts falling like overripe fruit beneath her increasingly inept top. She had failed her friends. She had failed herself. And she had failed every one of Sonya's future victims. How many other women would see their firm bodies spread and droop in front of their very eyes because of Holly weakness in this moment?
She thought of Sophie and her glazed over, old before her time eyes. She thought of Melissa and her arthritic limbs. She thought of Pippa and her bloated body. She even thought of Kimmy, and the way the young girl had lost her self-confidence at the sight of her softer bum. Somehow, that one hurt the most. She couldn’t leave those girls in their aged state, not if there was any remote possibility of her making them young again.
She reached out with a older, flabby arm and grabbed a nearby desk lamp. Swinging it with all her fading might, she smashed it over Sonya’s pretty head. A surprised look flashed onto Sonya’s face, and then she collapsed.
“I can’t believe that worked.” whispered Holly in a huskier voice. She ran her hands over her body, and judging my the softness, bulges and low altitude of her boobs, she guessed herself to be in her late 40’s.
She crouched down and examined the beautiful specimen before her. Sonya had been a good looking woman in reality, and this madness had only made her more perfect. But Holly had to end that.
She rested her hands on Sonya’s toned stomach and started to drain her. First, she took the surplus years. There was still nearly 50 years worth, Holly had been nowhere near defeating her foe with the element of surprise. Hollys body rapidly sprang back into shape. The feeling of her breasts rising up and her chest and then springing back into their perky round shape with a bouncy flourish was wonderful.
As soon as the excess years were gone, Sonya began to wilt. Small changes at first. Tiny lines around her lidded eyes, a layer of softness over her abs and hips, her boobs gravitated ever so slightly towards her armpits. The inevitable, unavoidable, tragic disintegration of a woman's youth. Then things sped up. Her luscious red lips shrunk, her forehead crinkles and her cheeks became looser. Her breasts lost shape and succumbed more to gravity. Her hips continued to expand, and her waist faded away. She wasn’t getting fat, but her whole body was less toned. Her alabaster skin looked duller and more faded by the second. Wrinkles bunched up around her joints and around her neck. Her legs looked significantly less shapely, and uneven skin marred her thighs. Solitary grey strands broke into her black hair and spread like a virus.
Now at the age Holly had originally aged her to, somewhere in her fifties, Sonya looked like a middle-aged crone. Her youthful looks had well and truly gone, and even unconscious she seemed to scowl bitterly about it. But Holly wasn’t going to stop there. She couldn't. She had to finish this.
She drained Sonya into old age, her once ripe body rotting on the vine like an overlooked peach. She shriveled up like a raisin, every inch of her flesh was now age spotted parchment. Her face, with a nose that had never stopped growing, looked like a vulture’s, complete with a turkey's neck. That dark, striking hair was now white. He slender hands were claws, her dainty feet gnarled stumps. And still Holly drained.
In her late nineties, Sonya finally was left in peace. Her shallow, rattling breath. Holly should kill her. She knew that. But she couldn’t. She was no murderer. She picked up the old husk of a woman and jumped out of the window. It was over.
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“We’ll take care of her.” said Mel. “The Institute can keep her hidden for what remains of her life”.
Holly nodded. She had reservations about handing Sonya over to Mel, but the scientists had trusted her with their youth, so she felt obliged to trust them back.
“I have loads of spare youth,” Holly announced. “Any ideas on how to share the wealth?”
It was Sophie who spoke up “You said, when you're draining someone, that you have to focus on their youthful features right? Well, maybe to reverse the flow, you have to focus on the aged features in us. It’s gotta be worth a shout, right?” The old, half blind woman had severe desperation in her voice, but a youthful optimism that betrayed her true years.
“Ok,” said Holly. “Any volunteers? I’ll do my best not to age you into dust by mistake.” The joke was in poor taste, and all three women sucked in sharp breaths at that all too realistic risk.
Sophie stood up (with considerable difficulty). “It’s my theory, seems only right to be the guinea pig”.
She held out a leathery arm. Holly took it in her slender hands. “Here goes nothing.”
She focused on Sophies milky eyes, her dark skinned wrinkled face, her brittle grey hair. And then all of a sudden, years started to move. Holly and Sophie both panicked that they might be going the wrong way, but then those milky eyes grew less cloudy. A few white hairs turned grey, a wrinkle here and an age spot there disappeared. I was working! Sophie raced back into middle age, her body gaining shape (and weight), and losing wrinkles by the second. Her large bosom started to rise upwards and regaining form. Her bum bust back into existence from the expanse of shapeless skin that had been her behind. Her legs regained tone rapidly and the veins disappeared. Her ankles returned from the cankle-d mess that they had been. Before she knew it, Sophie was a thirty-year-old beauty with silky smooth skin and hardly a line on her face and an ass that could stop traffic. Holly slowed the transfer to carefully leave her at the 19 years old she had been before this madness.
“Oh my god.” Whispered Sophie, the relief evident in her sultry voice. “I’m young again! She danced around like a madwoman, and nearly snapped Melissa in two with an overly familiar hug.
Holly, grinning herself, beckoned Mell over to join in the party. She watched the old lady limp forwards and then dashed forward to grab her.
“No trying to kidnap me if I make you young again?” Holly teased.
“I’m sure I can restrain myself.” Mell grimaced.
So Holly focused on Mell’s gnarled hands and ruined joints, her flabby drooping body and it instantly began to change.
Her back straitened up almost immediately as her stiff frame began to regain some range of movement. The flab around her body shifted as she slowly began to regain her womanly shape. The harsh wrinkles on her face began to disperse, and soon Mell looked like her middle aged self again. Then the real rejuvenation began. Her breasts rose up her chest like a time lapse video of blooming flowers. Her waist shrank down to waifish proportions, with her hips beginning to regain their luscious curve. Finally, her legs, the dumpy spoiled tree trunks that had once been her pride and joy, morphed back into the svelte pins of a beautiful young women. As Holly stopped the transfer, Mell removed her obsolete glasses from her wrinkle free face and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Her nightmare was finally over.
Finally, that brought them to Pippa. The bubbly blonde was now much more wobbly blob, and her normally peppy face was rather morose.
"Have you got enough years left?" She asked nervously.
Holly nodded. "Just about. I'll start aging myself before the end," she said sadly. "But that's only fair. I am really a middle aged woman after all".
She touched Pippa's wrist and began the shift of years.
Slowly but surely life started to return to the students wrinkled face. Her white hair shifted to grey, and then the odd blond strand re-emerged. The flabby folds of her body shifted around as he figure battled to be reborn. Now back in middle age, her hips returned to prominence and hints of a waist returned. Her huge pendulous bosom began to rise up her chest like two freshly baked muffins. Entering her thirties, the wrinkles faded smoothly from her face and the weight started to melt off. Her ass visibly re-sculpted itself into the alluring round shape of its youth. Into her twenties and the belly rolls disappeared entirely. Her legs became shapely and regained their tone, with her hips and bum restored to ripeness. The extra chin vanished, doubling her allure in an instant. And finally her boobs were restored to their gravity defying glory.
"Wow that felt amazing." Pippa gasped, running her hands across her young-again figure. The ripped summer dress that had looked obscene in her eighties now displayed scandalously sexy portions of her youthful curves.
Holly on the other hand had used the last of her excess youthful power to restore Pippa and had aged herself to finish the job. Only into her really thirties, but the first sighs of the tragic disintegration of her beauty had begun.
Her eyes were marred by fine lines, her flat stomach had a tiny bulge, and her buoyant breasts now had an all too familiar droop and pull on her chest. Holly didn't need to see her behind to know the first vengeful dimples of cottage cheese would have appeared on her thighs and derriere. Her heart sank at the thought these flaws would be with her forever now. The aging had to stop now she realised; it was too slippery a slope to use her powers. This time her youth has faded forever.
She hugged Pippa, thanked her for her sacrifice. She shook Sophie and Melissa hands. She cast a finally forever at the still unconscious husk of Sonya Lostez. Then she said her goodbyes. There was one more thing she had to do.
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Kimmy was inspecting her reflection in the bathroom mirror in her underwear, the last set she had that she didn't think made her ass look fat. Even then, it was a close cut thing. She had no idea that she had been artificially aged 5 years. All she knew was that her lovely bottom was softer, wobblier and slightly dimpled. She was mortified. She’d hit the gym, cut out chocolate, tried every cream and body wrap scam she could get her hands on. But her ass would seemingly never recover.
Holly started the young student when she crept in behind her.
“Sorry Kimmy, I didn't realise you were in here,” she gesticulated to her pile of bathroom products. “Mind if I...”
“No no, sure go ahead.” Kimmy was blushing profusely at having been caught inspecting her own ass.
Holly looked at her own reflection briefly, doing her best to savour the last moments of her finely line face. She was still a fairly attractive woman in her early thirties. The next five years would not be kind, and she knew it. Still, this had to be done.
As covertly as she could manage, she put her hand on Kim’s shoulder. “Looking hot by the way!” Holly remarked as she changed the years. “All that gym times paying off!”
“Pfft, I don’t know what you’re...” Kim glanced over her shoulder as her ass tightened and reshaped itself into smooth 20 year old perfection. It even bounced slightly as it shifted, making Holly worry for a second Kimmy might notice something fishy was afoot. But the vain young thing was just happy to see her bum back how it belonged. “Huh. Maybe you're right.” She gave her derriere a gentle slap, almost as if she was worried she would scare her asset away again. She shifted her weight to make sure the absence of cottage cheese wasn’t a trick of flattering light. Finally convinced that it was real, Kimmy practically skipped out the room, which was a very sexy sight.
Holly sighed and stared at her own, awfully familiar reflection. Her own ass had fallen as Kim’s had risen, and she knew it wasn’t ever rising up again. The matronly, tired woman who looked back at her was her reality now, and sadly she knew it would only get worse. She looked in melancholy at the pile of her overpriced beauty products next to the sink. She would have to start using the wrinkle creams, stretch mark lotions and cellulite scrubs all over again, knowing full well that they would provide less rejuvenation than even a single year of stolen youth.
She would break up with her toyboy boyfriend, it wasn’t fair to him to have seduced him with her stolen youth and then lump him with this visage. And the vigilantism had to stop. She didn't know what had possessed her to makes herself judge, jury, and agecutioner, but that wasn’t fair either. She had seen a bit of herself in the power mad Sonya, and she wouldn’t put anyone else through what Mell had to suffer. He adventures through her own life cycle were over and she was back to aging slowly and inevitably into a fossilized husk.
But she had to be realistic. This was her true age, and her true body. It was only fair that she was stuck in it. And besides, she may have been one or two years younger than before she started this whole crazy adventure. She plumped her heavy pillowy boobs and pouted at her reflection. Maybe youth was just a state of mind? And who knows, maybe one day she would need to use her powers again...
Only if there was no other option.
Or if some vain young tart cut in front of her in a queue. Something serious like that....
The End