(Another AP Punishment... about a vindictive boy and his magic ring.)

 

Bobby headed off to the local high school. If his estimation was correct, another stuck up school bitch he knew would be there. It was after class hours, but all the extra-curricular good boys and girls would still be there. Bobby walked inside and made a straight line for the gym. He knew that Amber would be there. Amber was yet another of those "Why the hell are you talking to me if you aren't at least 25 years old and don't drive a Jag?", seniors we all know and love..... to hate. Amber spent most of her time in the gym toning and maintaining her already taught, toned, tan figure so that her very presence would demand attention to ANY man who would see her. Five feet, five inches tall with firm, C-cup breasts, smooth, tan skin and long brown hair with sparkling dark brown eyes, she was remarkably beautiful. She could have been an actress or model with her full lips and rounded soft face with a strong jawline. Bobby entered the gym and stood anassumingly in the corner watching several girls, half a dozen or so, going about their workout. One girl was working on her gymnastics routine, while another was on the balance beam. The rest were running laps around the gym, and that's when he saw her. Amber was doing presses on the weight bench. It was just now that Bobby could see just how fit she was. Wearing a white tank top and skin-tight, mid-thigh spandex shorts, he saw how toned and defined her arms and legs were as she lifted the barbell up and down slowly and steadily. "Eliza Dushku"...THAT'S who she looked like, thought Bobby. He had a feeling that behind her soft beauty, she could beat most guys asses down if they got on her bad side. Bobby had chosen to come here because he knew that besides Amber's obvious personality flaws, her major one was her pride and arrogance. She saw her strength and beauty as a combination that no man could resist. And she was right.

Unfortunately for Amber, her strength and beauty would fade and disappear. Amber knew this and tried very hard, even at her young age of 18 years, to preserve her youth, strength, and beauty. The healthier and more fit she kept her body, the longer these assets of hers would last. As confident and tough as she was there was one thing that Amber would never be able to defend against, no matter how much she tried, and deep down she knew this and it was her greatest fear..... to grow old.

Poor Amber.

Bobby continued to watch her exercise and the ring began to glow. He would start.... subtley at first.

On and on Amber pressed. For just having started 5 minutes ago she sure felt drained. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her arms convulsed as fatigue caught up with her. With a loud CLANG the barbell fell out of her hands and onto the bench above her head. Amber sat up, out of breath. "Well, that sucked." she thought, gasping for breath. Maybe some stretches before I hit the showers. Amber got up, slower and more awkward than usual. There were dark circles underneath her eyes and sweat dripping down her face. She looked tired, worn out. Amber sat down on the mat, more like plopped down, exhausted. She spread her legs and groaned with pain. "God, I'm sore. So stiff." she said. Amber leaned down very slowly, trying to reach her toes. "Oooooh, my back... Maybe I've had enough for today, so tired." As she struggled to stand, Bobby noticed that she looked so worn out. The thing that most stood out was how much her figure had thinned out. If seemed as if the last year of toning and shaping her body had drained out of her. The skin tight lycra shorts she was wearing seems just a little loose. The other girls surronding Amber stopped what they were doing and looked as well. One of the girls spoke up, "Amber, are, are you okay?"

"Fine... I'm fine, it's just, I'm so tired.... I just, I gotta stop...."

"You don't look so good, Amber. Why don't you take a shower and relax", another girl said.

Two girls helped Amber up to her feet. She wavered in her walk toward the showers, knees bent, like the energy was being sucked out of her by the second. Finally she reached the showers and struggled to take her clothes off. It was then she looked in the mirror to her side as the water cascaded down. She gasped. It seemed as if the muscles in her toned arms and legs had shrunk, had withered away to almost nothing. Her face was worn, small lines tracing down her face. Her shoulders were more pronounced. Her bottom lip trembled as her tight, taught skin seemed looser, seemed to sag just a little on her body. She looked at her hands. Her fingers seemed bony and more fragile. Skin all over looked as if twenty years had been added to it. "What is HAPPENING TO ME!!!" Amber screamed as more and more lines etched her face, down her neck.... She felt her breasts pull at the skin on her chest. She quickly put her hands underneath of them as if to stop their slow descent and noticed how unfirm they were becoming, how soft they seemed in her hands.

It all went down hill from there.

Looking up from her ever-withering body into the mirror, Amber saw the process accelerate. Her hair had turned from brown to grey to white in a matter of seconds. It thinned tremendously and quickly grew down the withering skin of her back as she slowly hunched over and moaned. She watched as the skin of her face shriveled, as she felt it wrinkle and sag as gravity took effect as it had on her entire body. What was left of her muscles withered away, leaving nothing but wrinkled, leathery skin over brittle bones. Amber's breasts sagged lower and lower, the skin of her breasts becoming ever more soft and wrinkled. She felt them slide down, nipples pointing to her toes, until they hung down and swayed loose and withered as her body trembled. Her eyes, covered by drooping eyelids, followed her breasts down to her flabby, wrinkled stomach, looked down her bony, frail legs, and then she noticed how much her feet had aged. Veins seemed pronounced through the skin, the skin of her once cute, slender toes had shrivleled as they became thin and and withered with old age. The years piled upon Amber's once youthful, slender, toned body. Amber couldn't believe it. With no strength left in her withered, aged form, Amber slowly sank to the floor. She felt a hundred years old. Her worst nightmare had come true. She could feel her loosely hanging, leathery skin sag off of fragile bones. She was too weak to stand, too weak to do anything but lay on the tiled floor while the years piled on. Through faded eyesight, she saw images, figures. She realized that the girls outside had heard her scream. They had watched as she grew old and feeble.

"Don't..... don't look." Amber rasped in an aged voice. "Don't look ....at....me. I'm.... getting...older.. and .....older. When... when will...it..stop...?"

Finally, Amber passed out on the wet shower floor, too weak to stay conscious.

And the girls, suffice to say, were horrified. 

Warning!!!  This story contains graphic sexual situations!!!  If you're under 18 years of age you really shouldn't read this.

CHAPTER ONE

The Love Story of Elias and Mary

Elias Witri was born with extraordinary ability that surpassed those of human beings.  He is one of a growing evolutionary leap of human-kind known as homo-superior.  Elias was a mutant.  When he was younger, he had always known that something was different about himself.  He had always felt alone, detached.  Shy and socially repressed, he would walk with his head down, avoiding eye contact at all costs with his fellow classmates.  He had no friends to speak of as quiet and introverted as he was.  Ever the lonely shadow walking the halls of whatever school he’d be attending at the time, Elias’ schoolmates would mercilessly poke fun at him.  Books knocked out of his hands, lunch dropped in his lap, pushed against the lockers before every period.  Teased and laughed at, he always took it with a quiet resolve.

It wasn’t until his senior year of high school that his power manifested itself.  At 18 years of age, it was unusual for a mutant’s abilities to come about so late in life.  Little did he know, he had his particular ability since the beginnings of puberty, he just need the right trigger. 

Halfway through his senior year when he was 17, Elias met a girl.  Mary Jenkins.  In the beginning, in his traditionally awkward manner he traipsed through the halls as usual until he glanced up this new girl.  As he took her in for this first time, the world seemed to move in slow motion.  She was beautiful.  With shoulder-length, light brown hair, and friendly, inviting green eyes, she was naturally pretty.  With her smooth, pale skin, slim yet curvy form, and full breasts pressing against her shirt, she was gorgeous. 

Every day he would see her.  Several times a day in fact, and every time she would see him freeze up and awkwardly avoid her gaze.  And gaze she would.  There was something about him.  He WAS awkward, to be sure… but there was something that begged to be discovered under his quiet and introverted nature.  It made her laugh to watch him retreat when she would flash him her beautiful, full-lipped smile… to watch him almost fall over himself.  She found him strangely attractive.  With his medium frame, innocent blue eyes, glasses, and short, unkempt hair… all he needed was a little help, she thought… AND it would give her a chance to get to know him.  It was then that she decided to talk to him.

Fast forward a few months and Mary and Elias had become the closest of friends.  They were inseparable.  They spent all of their time together and did everything together.  They would talk for hours on the phone.  Never had Elias had a friend like Mary.  Well… never had Elias had a friend at all.

Mary’s friendship had given Elias a confidence he never had before.  He walked the halls standing a little straighter.  He looked good.  He felt good.  Thanks to this kind girl who had gone from taking an interest in him, to becoming his best friend in the world.  Unfortunately, this still didn’t keep Elias from being made fun of whenever the opportunity would arise for the arrogant jocks and their cruel cheerleader girlfriends.  It wasn’t as common, but not much had changed.  Elias started to care less and less anyway.  Things were good.

Eventually Elias and Mary’s friendship eventually became something more.  Mary had been the one to initiate it, though Elias had thought about it many times.  It all started with that kiss.  After several months of being involved, it seemed as if they were just as good as a couple as they were as friends.  Elias couldn’t believe how happy she made him.  Mary felt the same.  It seemed as if they were soul-mates that had finally found each other.  They both felt it. 

As time seemed to fly by Elias’ and Mary’s relationship grew stronger.  It was the last day of school.  Elias and Mary, hand in hand, walked to the halls for the last time before their last period.  As the excitement of the student filled the school, no one seemed to notice them, as if they were separate from everyone else… well, ALMOST everyone else.  As they walked and laughed, Elias didn’t notice Brad, captain of the football team, walk right up to him.

The next thing he knew, Elias’ hands were empty as Brad smacked his and Mary’s books to the floor.

“You dropped somethin’ ‘Why Try’.”  Brad was fond of bastardizing Elias’ last name whenever he got the chance.

“It’s pronounced ‘whi-tree’ you monosyllabic meat-head.” Mary said angrily.  Brad looked at her dismissively then turned back to Elias.

“Looks like you’ve got last day jitters, faggot, droppin’ your books and shit.” Brad stated coldly as his girlfriend, Brandi walked up beside him, dressed from head to toe in her cheerleading outfit, an arrogant smirk on her face.

“Jesus,” Brandi stated, staring Mary down with a poisonous gaze, “I always took you for a dike.”

“Looks like she is, babe,” Brad retorted as he pointed at Elias, “Look at the woman she’s dating.”

Elias looked at Brad with a cold fury.  Fists clenched.  Mary noticed and squeezed his forearm gently, holding him back.

The jock and cheerleader looked at them, then at each other.  They both laughed as they walked past them, Brad shoulder-checking Elias as he passed.

“Enjoy the prom, butterfingers.  Hope your dress fits.” Brad said as they walked away, Brandi’s laughter echoed down the hall.

Mary looked at Elias.  “I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t want you to hit him.”

“I didn’t want to,” Elias replied coldly, his tone sending a slight shiver down Mary’s spine, “I wanted to hit her… for what she said to you.  No one… will ever treat you like that… again.”

They paused before continuing their walk, a worried look on Mary’s face.

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

Prom Night

The night had finally been waiting for arrived.  It was prom night.  When Elias picked Mary up from her house, his breath was taken away.  She looked more gorgeous than he had ever seen her before.  Far from her usual humble clothing tastes, she was dressed in a beautiful, low cut black dress that flowed down her shapely waist, over her hips to end just above her ankles.  A discreet slit up the side that occasionally revealed glimpses of her smooth, milky white calve and thigh.  Her breasts, taut and supple, teased Elias from the top of it, tastefully revealing a glimpse of what lay beneath.  Her shoes were barely there.  She had chosen a black, thinly-strapped, open-toe heel that showed off the pedicure adorning her gorgeous feet.  Her toes were painted with a glossy black to match her dress.  Her lustrous brown hair was done up in a classic ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ Audrey Hepburn style.  Her makeup was flawless.  Elias had never seen her with makeup before.  She was beautiful and he could barely find his voice enough to tell her. 

Elias was dressed in a tuxedo that must have been the sharpest one he could find.  He had discarded his glasses in favor of contacts.  His hair was neatly cut and his habit of making sure he took care of himself since he met Mary allowed him to fill out his tux impressively.  Mary was instantly impressed, her always infectious smile spread across her face as she looked him up and down longingly.

The night was amazing for both of them and surprisingly passed without incident.  His fellow classmates must have been too involved with their own frivolity to notice the couple, which was just fine with them.  The couple danced and laughed and had one of the best times of their lives.

It was during one of the last dances that Elias’ and Mary’s relationship was proposed to change.  Moving slowly to the music, arms around each other, Mary’s head resting gently on Elias’ chest, she whispered to him.

“I think we’ve waited long enough.”

Elias said nothing.  He slowly looked down at her as she looked up to meet his gaze.  She smiled brightly.

“What?” He whispered back.

“You know what I mean.” She answered.  Elias didn’t know what to say.

“My parents are out of town.”  She stated quietly into his ear and gave him a look that melted his heart.  They had never really spoken about this.  They seemed to share a silent agreement throughout their relationship.  Elias figured the right time would reveal itself.  That, and the fact that there was still a little of the old, shy Elias still buried within him, prevented him from ever bringing it up.

Mary said nothing, took his hand in a soft grip, and led him out of the auditorium as the rest of the students finished their dance.

Upon arriving at her empty house, Mary led Elias by the hand up the staircase to her darkened bedroom.  She led him in front of her through the doorway, let go of his hand and pressed her back against the door, closing it swiftly.  “You look amazing tonight.”  She stated as she stared at him with a wide smile as she strutted toward him.

It wasn’t until Mary pressed her body against his that he was aware of his growing erection.  Mary felt it pressing against her thigh.  She looked into his eyes and slowly slid her hand over his pants and rubbed his crotch up and down, feeling it throb against her palm.

“I’ve waited so long for this, Elias.  I love you so much.” She said desperately as she kissed him hard and deep.

Elias’ heart skipped several beats as he kissed her back.  She loved him.  She LOVED HIM! 

“I love you, Mary.” Elias said between kisses.  “I love you so much it hurts.”  Elias swelling dick pushed so hard against the inside of his pants he thought he might rip them. 

Mary stopped kissing him and moved to her knees to unbutton his pants.  As she did, Elias’ dick popped out impressively.  “Oh, Elias…” Mary said, pleasantly surprised.  She took off his pants as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt to remove it.  Mary stood up and turned around to let Elias unzip the back of her tight dress.  As she did, she moaned slightly and seemed a bit unsteady on her feet.

“Are you okay?” Elias asked, concerned.

“I’m fine.” She replied.

After unzipping her dress he let it fall to the floor.  Mary turned slowly, letting him take her in.  As she did, she reached up and let her hair fall over her shoulders.  She was flawless.  Her breasts, so round and full were presented in all of their glory, her rose-colored nipples were hard.  Her petite waist, so perfectly curved and flowing into her wide hips.  The light brown hair above her pussy was trimmed short into a soft-edged, well-groomed triangle.  Her long, smooth legs seemed to go on forever. 

She walked over to the bed and lay on her back in a seductive pose, one arm on her flat stomach, the other arched upward over her head, wearing nothing but her black, strappy heels.  Elias’ prick was as hard as rock and throbbing impatiently.  He all but fell over himself racing the bed where she waited.

“Ah, ah…” Mary said playfully and stuck out one leg to block his advance, resting the heel of her shoe on his chest.  “Take them off.”  She smiled seductively.

He slowly undid the straps holding the shoe to her foot and slipped it off gently.  She wiggled her perfectly pedicured toes just inches from his face before raising her other leg.  As his slipped, the other shoe off, Mary slid her smooth, soft bare foot up and down his chest.  Her dark polished toes traced up and down his skin teasingly.  His dick pulsed again anxiously.  Mary moaned a bit and closed her eyes as if he was rubbing her clit.  She brought one hand to her forehead as she was hit with a flash of heat that flowed through her body.  Elias hadn’t touched her yet.

“My god, Elias…” She said breathlessly.  “I’ve never wanted you more than I want you right now!  This feeling you put in me…”   She moved her hand from her forehead and looked at him, the moonlight reflecting off of her face.  Through his excitement, he somehow noticed that she looked a bit….tired?  Worn?  Slight shadows seemed out of place under her eyes.  She was still incredibly beautiful and he dismissed it.  She relaxed her leg and slid the soft sole of her foot down his chest, over his stomach and playfully slid her toes across his dick, causing it to throb again, a drop of pre-cum dripped on her toes as she drew her leg back.  She moaned again and arched her back upward, another wave of heat flowing though her.  Elias looked down and saw Mary’s pussy was wet and starting to drip in anticipation.  Elias wondered briefly how she could get so turned on when he hadn’t even laid a hand on her yet.

“Oh, Elias… I can’t wait.  Please…. I want you inside me!”  Mary spread her legs further to draw him in.  He crawled across the bed to her and she reached out to him with both arms, pulling him into her.  She kissed him furiously as he slid his rock-hard cock into her.  The warmth from inside her filled him with ecstasy.  He moaned as he slowly slid in and out of her.  He had never experienced this feeling before.  He looked down at Mary as she moaned and gasped with every thrust of his cock.  Her eyes were shut tight, her teeth clenched.  Elias reached up with one hand and felt her full, round breast, her nipple pushing hard into his palm as he did so.  “Oh… Elias….!” She moaned loudly.  Suddenly Mary opened her eyes and smiled as she bit her bottom lip.  She pushed Elias off of her and onto his back as she straddled him.  Grabbing his prick and looking down at him she slowly stroked him.  Elias moaned and closed his eyes in bliss.  His cock pulsed hard over and over again in her soft grip and she stroked faster and faster.  As he moaned, so did Mary.  She moaned as if he was still inside of her.  She moaned with every pulse.  He felt the warm juice from her pussy drip down his thigh before her hand moved his dick slightly as she rose up and let him slide into her again. 

Though this was the best feeling he had ever experienced in his life, a cold feeling in his gut told him that something wasn’t right.  He didn’t know what it was.  Maybe it was because this was his first time?  He opened his eyes and looked up at Mary.  As the moonlight streaked across her, saw something he couldn’t believe.  Her beautiful face was casting shadows on itself as he watched her.  He saw slight imperfections in her soft skin grow deeper and deeper until they started to form wrinkles.  The almost imperceptible shadows he had noticed around her eyes before started to become creases, and eventually bags that became more obvious every second under them.  The cool light that shone off of her hair seemed lighter and lighter until he realized it wasn’t the light that changed, but the color of her hair.  It was wispier, lighter… thinner?  Through his confusion, Mary’s pussy started to contract around his cock.  He could feel his orgasm coming soon.  He shut his eyes tight and moaned along with her.  He reached up and grabbed her breasts as they bounced up and down to her rocking.  As he did, he could feel them fill his hands as the skin seemed much softer, so soft that they seemed to sag a bit in between his fingers. 

Shocked, Elias yelled and opened his eyes.  Mary didn’t notice.  Elias tried to push her off of him but she leaned her body forward, slipping her fingers in between his and pushing his hands down over his head.  At the same time, her warm, wet pussy contracted around his prick again and they both moaned, his ecstasy overriding his shock.  He gasped harder and harder and she rode him.  Mary rocked harder and harder, back and forth.  Elias, suddenly felt her breast flopping against his chest as she moved.  He opened his eyes again and couldn’t believe what he saw.  The moonlight was now revealing so much more of her as her body hunched forward.  He watched as the once smooth skin of her face shriveled and sagged, her beautiful features melting downward into withering skin.  The skin of her once slim neck sagged down and waddled as she moved on top of him, flowing into her very pronounced collar bones.  Her lips had disappeared and turned inward, as her wrinkling skin overtook them.  Her hair had thinned to the point of translucency as the light from outside passed through it, covering her withering body.  He watched her breasts literally sag before his eyes, the thinning, wrinkled skin stretching from her shoulders as their weight pulled her down.  He felt the loose, wrinkled skin of her belly fall onto his stomach as she kept rocking over him harder and harder.  Elias could feel her fingers become bony and brittle through his as the skin of her hands shriveled up in his grasp.  The loose, flabby, withering skin of her arms was sagging more and more on her bones as her muscle tone melted away.  He felt the same thing happening to her legs.  The once soft soles of her feet suddenly felt cold and rough against his thighs as they became weathered and calloused.  He felt her toes dig into his legs as they bent inward and became stiff with age. 

Through heavy eyelids, this wrinkled old woman who was Mary looked down at Elias and smiled, the wrinkles spreading across her sagging cheeks as she did so.  Elias looked up in shock when he saw that her teeth had fallen out but that shock melted away as Mary raised her head as high as she could as her pussy convulsed around his cock one last time.  As she came, Mary’s whole body shuddered hard, the withered skin that sagged from her frail form wiggling with each convulsion.  Mary’s final moans were hoarse and broken sounding.  As her aged voice echoed through the room, Elias’ cock pulsed inside of this frail old woman as he climaxed with her.  His hot cum filled her and as it did so he felt her pussy’s grip on his cock slowly loosen.  As he continued to pulse and spurt inside of her, he felt the lips of her aged pussy became loose and sag around his cock.  When it was over, Mary literally let her body fall on his, his dick still hard inside her.  He could see the loose, wrinkled skin of her back sag down and hang on her as she lay there.  The bumps of her spine and curves on her ribs cast slight shadows as they became pronounced through the thin skin.

For about 60 seconds there the only sound that could be heard was Mary’s labored, wheezing breath as she lay there, exhausted.  Then she spoke.  Her voice was lower and raspy.  He could hear a shakiness to it, as if it might disappear mid-sentence.

“Elias.  That….was…amazing!” She croaked softly.  “I have….NEVER felt anything…like that…In my life…”

Elias was in shock.  He just stared up at the ceiling, trying to piece together what had just happened. 

“Sweetie…?” Mary whispered.  “Sweetie, what’s wro…”  Suddenly Elias darted up, nearly tossing Mary off of him.  “Elias… what the…?”

Elias dashed across the bedroom and switched on the light.  Mary shielded her eyes from the brightness.

“What’s wrong!?” yelled Elias, panicked and confused.  “What’s WRONG!?”  Mary…  I… I… don’t know what’s going on!”

Slowly and with great effort, Mary got on her knees.  She stared at Elias, a bit confused, seemingly oblivious to the changes in her body. 

“Sweetie…” she said in her raspy, aged voice.  “Sweetie, come here.”  Mary extended her frail, sagging arms to embrace him, her brittle, bony finger wiggling slightly to coax Elias over to her.  After a brief moment spent staring at Mary’s withered body, Elias slowly walked over to her.  She wrapped her withered arms around him and pulled him to her, her sagging breasts offered no resistance as they pressed flat against his chest.  Elias closed his eyes. 

“Elias… the first time can be… emotional.  A lot of people go through this.  It’s okay… shhhhhhh….it’s okay.”  Mary stroked his head gently as she pushed her soft, wrinkled cheek against his.  Elias said nothing.  After a moment, Mary stopped stroking his head and moved her hand across his shoulders and down his side.  Her bony fingers travelled farther down to his now semi-limp member.  She traced the tips of them across the top of it.  He opened his eyes and pulled back from her.

“Mary, what are you DOING?”  Elias said in disbelief.

“I thought another time would make you feel better.  Wouldn’t it make you feel better?”  Mary slowly, stiffly shuffled to the edge of the mattress and sat down.  She tried through drooping eyelids to give Elias as sexy of a look as she could muster.  Her pursed, pruned lips became a smirk as she tried to draw him in.

“Mary.  I don’t know what’s going on!  I don’t… ” Elias grabbed both sides of his head in bewilderment, his eyes wide.

Mary continued her sexy display as she slowly… very slowly extended her thin, withered leg in Elias’ direction.  “I know what’s going on.”  She said in a voice that she obviously tried to make sound as seductive as possible, not realizing how shaky and broken it sounded.  “You want more.”  She smiled.  “It’s okay, baby…  I want more too....”  She pointed her knarled, bent toes at his crotch, unable to raise her thin, weakened leg any higher.  He looked down at her as her veined, aged foot, toes still adorned with shiny black polish, brushed against his dick.  “It seemed to get a reaction out of you when I did THIS…” she said as she slowly rubbed the rough, calloused sole of her foot back and forth against his penis, which instantly started to swell again. 

“Mmmm hmmmm…  You like this don’t you?” Mary croaked.  She brought her other foot around slowly and bent both of her legs into prime position to await his swelling cock.  She position her feet in such a way that both of her incredibly wrinkled arches cupped both sides of it.  Elias couldn’t believe he was getting excited again as he looked down.  Ever so slowly, Mary slid her feet back and forth, the wetness from his cock letting her shriveled arches slide across it easily.  It convulsed hard between her soles and Mary gasped… “Just like she did the first time…” Elias found himself recalling through the pleasure.

Every time his dick pulsed with excitement, Mary moaned and gasped with erotic bliss.  Elias could see her wrinkled, sagging pussy was getting wet again, soaking the thin, grey triangle of pubic hair as her shaking, bony fingers rubbed her clit.  As he watched her, lost in his own ecstasy and confusion, he noticed the triangle become lighter and lighter until it was almost pure white.  As she continued to jerk harder and harder, as his penis convulsed with pleasure more and more, Elias could see Mary age more and more.  He watched her face sag further until her features were all but lost in loose wrinkled skin.  The shapes of the bones of her chest and ribcage showed through the thin pale skin as her ever-drooping and withering breasts spilled over her sides, pulling the loose skin down.  Her arms and legs grew thinner and her hands, still playing with her clit, started shaking uncontrollably.  As almost all of her muscle withered away, her movements became slower and slower.  He looked down at her veined, age spotted feet and watched the skin shrivel up even more with every pulse of his hard cock in between her wrinkling arches.  Her motions had become tired, and awkward.  She had all but stopped.  He looked at Mary, still on her back, her limp hands covering her vagina.  She didn’t raise her head.  Her breathing was so labored and raspy, it was all he could hear.  Her thin legs dangled helplessly off of the side of the bed.  She didn’t even realize he had pulled away and if she did notice, she didn’t seem to care.  She lay there, exhausted, weak, and ancient. 

“El…i….as…?” Mary whispered feebly.  “W….why…did…you…. stop?”

“I didn’t, Mary.”  Elias said too calmly, his mind almost broken.  “You did.”  He walked over to where her head lay.  Thin, wispy strands of brittle white hair lay around her head and her shoulders.  Her eyes were barely open.  He could scarcely see the cloudy green of her irises under the drooping, wrinkled eyelids.

“I… I… was….aware, I…I just….couldn’t….stop myself.”  Mary whispered hoarsely.  “Even… even now…I want you.  E…E….Every time… I pleased… you… i….it….was… like nothing…I’ve…ever… felt before.  It just…got stronger… so strong.  I’m…so….sorry.”

Elias cradled her head in his hands, her neck too weak to support it.  He wiped a tear from her cheek and then wiped away his own.  Elias sniffed and started sobbing.  “Mary…I….”  He choked and turned away before meeting her vacant gaze.  “I can’t lose you.”  He choked back more tears.

Mary smiled weakly up at him, and tried to raise her arm.  Elias met her most of the way and gently squeezed her hand.  She returned the gesture feebly.

“I… love…you…Elias.  You’ll…never…lose me.”  Mary’s smile faded as she closed her eyes, her frail hand falling gently out of Elias’.  Elias broke down, sobbing uncontrollably for the better part of two hours. 

After pulling himself halfway together, Elias pulled on his shirt and pants.  Slinging his tux jacket over his shoulder, he walked back over to the bed where Mary lay.  He bent down and kissed his One, True Love one final time before leaving her side.

Walking to the bedroom door, Elias paused and looked over his shoulder toward Mary’s bed.  After about a minute, he turned forward, switched off the light, walked quietly through the doorway, and closed it behind him.

 

 

 

CHAPTER THREE

Advanced Learning

It had been almost a full year since prom.  Despite the events of that fateful night, Elias had followed through with his plan for college.  As intelligent as he was Elias could have gone to school anywhere, but he had decided to attend the local university as several of his classmates had.  Something had happened to Elias since prom night.  The horrible event that left his one, true love a withered, ancient woman had changed him. 

Not surprisingly, Elias was breezing through his classes with the highest of marks especially in the subject of genetics and theoretical physics, his two passions.  Since starting college he had even made a few friends.  To those who hadn’t known him before, Elias made an interesting first impression.  He had transformed since high school.  Once a quiet, shy, wallflower of a boy, Elias had grown into a handsome, well-groomed young man.  Gone were the unkempt hair and thick-rimmed glasses, the pocket protector and suspenders.  Elias had taken the advice and help that Mary had given him what seemed like so long ago and shaped up.  She showed him what was hiding in him for so long, a confident, attractive man who could be proud to look people in the eye.  To be someone who didn’t have to live their whole life in their own head, lonely, feeling like an outsider.  Mary had taken an interest in him and… brought him out of his shell, so to speak.

These days, Elias walked with a confident stride.  He associated with his peers.  He spoke with a verve and tone that denoted a want to be heard.  He was friendly, outspoken, even charming. 

Elias wasn’t the most popular student at the university, to be sure.  He still kept a relatively low profile as a whole.  He concentrated on what he had to do.  Elias wasn’t a common face at parties, though not because he wasn’t invited.  You see, Elias outside appearance and personality weren’t the only things that had changed.  There was something missing, something broken about him.  Since prom, he’d not been the same.  Not since the discovery of his… curse.

Elias hadn’t been in a relationship with anyone or even dated since that night.  He had even gone so far as to attempt to suppress any sexual thoughts.  He had gone over and over that night in his mind.  He had researched for months what it could have been that had transformed his 18 year old girlfriend into a withered crone.  Even now, when he thought about it, it seemed like a dream.  Even with all his intellect and persistence he hadn’t seen or heard of anything like what had happened to Mary.  Even with all of his research coming to the same dead end, Elias, ever the aspiring scientist, had his theories. 

One very late Friday night in the school library there was one lead in his search for information that Elias had come across, and it scared him to death.  He had read about it in the newspapers from time to time and even seen some related reports on the subject in the news and on the Internet.  Without going into specifics, it’s the only thing that could even be a slight possibility for what had happened the last night Elias and Mary were together.  Since learning about it he hadn’t been able to get the term out of his head.

Mutant.

“There’s no way.  No way at all I could be a mutant.  I feel like a normal person.  I don’t have powers.  I can’t just do things like that.  Nothing like that has ever happened before or since.  That proves it, right?  I’m not special.  Maybe Mary had a mutation.  Maybe it was all her fault it happened to her.  Maybe it backfired on her or…something.”  In desperation, Elias’ mind wouldn’t stop coming up with as many excuses as it could to make it not true, but with every one, Elias’ realized he had no other explanation. 

“I’ve got to… I don’t know, run some tests?  Something…  Got to be sure.  I can do this.”

Panicked but determined to find the truth, Elias grabbed his jacket, jumped out of his seat, and ran for the lab as fast as he could.

Walking slowly through the dimly lit campus grounds, Clara Wong and her roommate Chloe were talking coming back from studying when Clara raised her glance.   She watched Elias as he ran across the parking lot in the distance. 

“Who is that?” asked Chloe.

“I think it’s Elias-” Clara replied.  “-my lab partner.”

“Ooooohhhhhh….right.  The cute one.” Chloe retorted with a smile.

Clara laughed and smiled.  “YES he’s cute,” the slim, attractive Chinese American freshman stated, “BUT he’s also brilliant, and it looks like he’s in a hurry.”

Chloe let out a laugh that echoed through the grounds.  “Oh yeeeeeah…. THAT’S what you like about him!  I forgot… equations and theories get you all wet.”

Clara pushed her textbook into Chloe’s arms.  “I’m gonna see what’s up.  I’ll catch up with you later.”  Clara sprinted toward the parking lot.

Chloe shouted after her, “Don’t forget to get a look at the size of his BRAIN!”

Elias’ chest was burning when he reached the door to the lab.  Out of breath and exhausted, his hands were shaking as he fumbled with his keys, frantically looking for the lab assistant’s key that was entrusted to him by his professor.  Upon finding it he pushed through the front door and up the darkened staircase in a hurry.

Several minutes of sterilizing and blood drawing later, Elias finally inserted the slide containing a sample of his blood under the microscope; sweat still beading on his forehead from his exertion.  As he examined the sample, the confirmation of his suspicions came crashing down on him.  Elias looked up from the microscope and stared forward into the dark laboratory, his glazed look lit by a single lamp on the testing table.  Taking several steps backward, Elias fell into a waiting chair with a thud, his expression unchanging.

“Elias?” 

Elias jumped upright and snapped his head to the direction of the lab access door, startled. 

“Oh…. Clara…. You startled me!”  Elias coughed.

“I’m sorry.” She said apologetically with a slight smile. “I didn’t mean to scare you.  What are you doing here?”

“NOTHING… “ Elias snapped.  “No… I mean… nothing, nothing at all.  How…uh… how did you get in here?”  Elias swiftly stood up and started to leave.

“The door was unlocked.  I’m sorry.  I just saw you running and…”  Clara looked concerned.  “Are you okay?”  She asked.

“No, yeah… I just.  I was just looking for….something but, I guess it’s not here.  Okay, look, I gotta go.  I’ll, ah, see you….yeah.”  Elias stammered as he walked out the door.

Clara stood by, confused.  “Uh… okay.  Yeah, I’ll see you.”  She looked at the chair, Elias’ jacket hanging off of the arm.  She called over her shoulder, “ELIAS!  You left your…!”, but Elias was gone.  Clara slowly ambled over to the station where the microscope sat, looked back at the door, then left, then right as if someone may be watching her.  She then peered into the abandoned microscope.  She whispered to herself…

“What…the…hell?” 

 

CHAPTER FOUR

Revelations

It was 9:00am the next day and Elias hadn’t slept.  He laid in bed all night thinking about the test results that had confirmed his worst suspicions.  Not so much that he was a mutant.  As a budding scientist, that didn’t bother him.  It actually opened up so many questions that he wanted to find answers for.  No, it was that he knew now that it was he who was responsible for what happened to Mary.  He needed answers.  He needed to know how it worked.  He needed to know its limits and how to control it.  His mind was rooted in the science of it all, and that’s what kept him from screaming. 

It was a few minutes before Elias snapped out of his own thoughts and realized someone was knocking on his door.  “One second! He shouted as he climbed out of bed and calmly walked to the door.  After looking through the peep hole while blinking his vision clear, he opened the door.

“’Morning, Clara.” Elias said in a voice gravelly with lack of sleep and rubbed his eyes.

“Uh… Hi Elias.  You… um, you forgot your jacket at the lab last night.” Clara said, handing the jacket to Elias.

“Oh… right… thanks.” He said as he turned and walked back inside.  “Do you want to come in, or…”

“Oh… sure.”  Clara followed Elias inside and closed the door.

Elias walked to the kitchen area and opened the fridge, grabbing a quart of milk and proceeded to guzzle the milk as if he was dying from thirst.  When he was done he wiped his mouth on his forearm while Clara watched him.  He looked like hell.  He had dark circles under his generally bright blue eyes and unkempt hair.  He turned his back to her, replacing the milk carton.  “Do you want something to drink?  I’ve got orange juice, I’ve got….”

“What’s wrong with your blood?”  Clara blurted out, a little embarrassed.  Elias paused before standing up and closing the refrigerator door.  He did not turn around

“Nothing, it’s-” Elias replied coldly. “-it’s just a hereditary condition that I like to keep tabs on from time to time.  It’s a rare form of diabetes.”

“Elias…” Clara said, shaking her head, “It’s not a form of diabetes, rare OR common.”

“Clara… you wouldn’t understand.”  Elias still stood with his back to her.

“Elias, do you realize who you’re talking to?” Clara said, insulted.  “I’m not an idiot.  I’m smart!  Maybe not as smart as you, but I’m pretty damn smart!  You think I can’t figure it out if you don’t tell me?  Are you sick?  Are…are you…”

“A mutant.”  Elias said matter-of-factly, finally turning to face Clara. 

Clara looked at him in shock for several seconds, saying nothing.

Elias walked slowly over to where Clara was sitting.  “I ran that test last night to confirm my suspicions that I am a mutant.  You’ve heard the term, yes?”

“I…I’ve heard it used before, read a couple of…of articles on what they classify as homo-superior, humans that are genetically gifted with special abilities, but…”  Clara stammered and cleared her throat.  “…what would make you think you were a….?”  Her sentenced drifted away, unfinished.

Elias took a seat at the table beside her, put his arms on the table and folded his hands.  He paused, cleared his throat, and paused again before he finally spoke.

“Have you heard anyone speak of a girl named Mary Jenkins?”

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FIVE

Testing

The story of Mary Jenkins, the girl who attended Elias’ high school and disappeared after her prom took about an hour to tell.  Elias told Clara everything, from the day he met her, through their relationship, how they fell in love, and about the night of the prom, everything.  Clara sat in silence, barely blinking as he spoke of it.  After Elias had finished, they both sat in silence for several minutes.  Finally, Clara spoke.

“So….” She began slowly, trying to piece together the details, “You believe that YOU aged her….by having sex with her?”  That’s one thing Elias counted his lucky stars for, Clara’s trust in him and her scientific mind allowed her to not immediately discount what sounded like complete unbelievable bullshit.

“I think so.”  Elias replied.  “I don’t know.”

“You said that it seemed like the more attracted to you she became, the more she aged.”

“Yes, that’s how it seemed.  Before I left her she said that she couldn’t control herself.  That it was the best feeling she’d ever experienced.” 

Clara looked concerned.  “Before you left her?  You left her there like that?”

Elias relived the night in his head, tears beginning to well up within him.  “No, well…yes…  She died.”

Clara looked at him hard, prompting him to look at her.  “Are you sure she died?”

“Clara…..” Elias let the tears fall, the memory too much for him to bear.

“I’m sorry, Elias.  I’m sorry.  It’s just… it’s so unbelievable.  What do you think triggers it?”

“I think…” Elias ran through the theories in his head.  “…I think it may have something to do with a pheromone or chemical signal that activates when I’m…you know…  When I’m….”

Clara lowered her head while looking up to meet Elias’ gaze.  “Horny?”

Elias looked a bit uncomfortable.  “Well, I was going to say ‘aroused’….but yes.”

Clara rubbed her eyes, trying to process all of this information.  “Is there anybody in the lab on the weekends?” Clara asked, anxiously.

“Not usually.  Why?”

A smile crept across Clara’s face.  “Get a shower….”  She stood up.  “…We’ve got some testing to do.”

Forty five minutes later, Elias and Clara were in the university laboratory.  The next eight hours were filled with various tests.  Fortunately for both of them, the lab was stocked with every piece of equipment a budding scientist could ask for.  The university had even won some awards for its science facilities in the past couple of years.

Experiment after experiment and test after test and both Elias and Clara hardly spoke a word.  Elias came to the realization that while he knew that Clara was gifted, he had never seen her work so feverishly before.  After the eight hours and change, Clara sat Elias down in a chair, electrodes still attached to his bare chest, abdomen, and legs, and stood in front of him as if she were a professor in front of a class.  Elias watching curiously, sitting in nothing but his boxer shorts.

“Well… first things first.”  Clara said confidently.  “Your theory was right on the money.  It seems that your system is laced with an organic chemical compound that is dispersed through sexual stimulation.  This is evident by the location of the concentration of it is in your body.”  Clara, glanced down at Elias’ crotch.  Elias reflexively pressed his legs together, slightly embarrassed.

“Second….” Clara started to gesture and talk flamboyantly with her hands as she spoke.  “…it seems as if this compound speeds up or changes the hormonal balance in members of the opposite sex, which would explain the uncontrollable urge to, well, fuck.” Elias rolled his eyes slightly at Clara’s slightly overdramatic presentation.

“UnFORtunately…” Clara emphasized, “This has the nasty little side effect of speeding up other processes as well, the aging process in parTICular.”  Clara was really getting into this.  Leave it to the experimental scientific process to bring out her dramatic side.

“Third.”  She continued to pace, looking up at the ceiling as she spoke.  “Given that this process permeates the very cells of a host but isn’t a natural part of the subject’s physiological process, it SHOULD be reversible once enough time has passed without exposure to it.  Basically, once it bleeds out of the person’s system.  This would effectively reverse the premature aging process thus restoring the subject’s original age.  As for how LONG this could take, that is not known.  Could be hours, could be weeks or more.”  Elias shifted in his seat.

“FORTH and lastly…” Clara turned to Elias and held up four fingers to illustrate exactly which point she was on.  She relaxed, smiled, put her hands in her pockets and leaned against the table.  “…you should be able to learn to control it.”

Elias’ eyes grew wide.  “HOW?”

“I don’t know yet, but we’re going to find out.” Clara turned back toward the table and started organize her materials.  “I’ve got pretty good faith in my calculations, though.  The only way is to run a control experiment.  THROW ourselves into the science of it.  Here, let me show you.”  Clara approached Elias with two leather bracer straps and knelt down, fastening his wrists to the arms of the chair.  In his confusion, Elias didn’t refuse.  Clara walked back to the table in front of him when she was finished.

Elias looked confused.  “I don’t understa….”  His sentence drifted away as he watched Clara slowly turn around, a slight smile on her face.  She slipped off her lab coat slowly and deliberately, never taking her eyes off of him.  Her look was one of seduction.  Her caramel eyes gazed at him longingly. 

“What we’re going to have to do-“ Clara said smoothly in a purring voice, “-is immediately move to human trials.”  She leaned back onto the table and stood straight, crossing one leg over the other.  Her hands came up from her sides and moved up under her plain white polo shirt across her flat stomach.  Elias caught a glimpse of her navel.  Elias’ heart started to beat rapidly.  Clara’s other hand started to rub the inside of her bare thigh slowly up and down, raising her plaid skirt a little higher with each motion.  Elias was starting to get hard. 

“You see Elias-“ Clara continued, “-I’m very efficient.  This way, I can use the crush I’ve had on you all year for…” Clara made a slight excited squeal as her fingers brushed the outside of her underwear in between her legs, “…scientific application.  Oooooh…. Elias, I think I can feel it working already.”

Elias was sure of it.  Within a minute, Elias was hard as a rock, his erection pushing the limits of his boxers as he sat watching Clara’s fingertips caress her own smooth, flawless skin.  Elias struggled at the bonds holding him to the chair.  “Clara, please… you don’t know what you’re doing!  You’ll lose yourself!  You won’t be able to control it!”  Elias pleaded desperately, the memories of his night with Mary flooding his thoughts.

“Then it’ll be up to you to control it, won’t it?”  Clara purred lifting her shirt off over her head.  She looked at Elias as he struggled to keep his thoughts and his eyes off of her.  “What’s wrong, aren’t you attracted to me?” Clara said in a mocking hurt tone as she slid her skirt down and let it pool around her ankles before she stepped out of it, leaving her in a white bra with lace around the edges, and plain white panties, knee high socks, and plain brown-leather, elevated  shoes held by a single strap each.

Elias, looked away defiantly.  Clara flashed a look of disappointment.  Elias could hear her footsteps get closer as she approached him and knelt down in between his trembling legs.

“Here, let’s get these off” she said seductively as he felt her soft fingertips caress the bare skin of his chest and slowly remove the electrodes.  Once by one she plucked them off, always making sure to trace her fingers seductively across his skin.  It was taking all of his will to keep his arousal in check.

“Obviously attraction isn’t the problem from the look of thissssss….” Clara said softly as her hand brushed across the hard-on bulging from his shorts.  Elias made muffled struggling noises as he couldn’t hold it together anymore.  His stiff dick pulsed under her touch.

Clara closed her eyes tight and lowered her head releasing a sudden gasp followed by a satisfied moan.  “Oh, Elias… THERE we go.  Thaaaaaat’s it.” Clara began to brush his cock again.  Another pulse followed by another gasp and moan.  Elias, still turned to the side with his eyes shut tight, heard Clara stand unsteadily and step back toward the table.  Concerned, he looked at her.

Clara was leaning against the table, her hand on her forehead, trying to contain the wave of warmth and ecstasy that flowed through her body.  Her knees were slightly bent, her stance wobbly, both feet pointing slightly toward one another.  She held herself up.

“Oh...oh god.  Elias…  This FEELING…if you only knew!”  Clara opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling.  Elias took her all in.  The long, straight black hair tied back into a ponytail.  Her creamy Asian features adorning her smooth, gorgeous face.  Clara had a petite but surprisingly curvy frame with wide, well-defined hips flowing up into her slim waist and flat stomach.  Almost as if on cue with his gaze Clara reached behind her back and undid the strap to her bra, revealing her perky, C-cup breasts.  Her dark brown nipples were hard with arousal.  It was getting harder and harder to resist her.

Clara flung her bra to the side and sat up on the table, crossing her legs, knee high socks making her look even more like a naughty school girl.  She smiled again revealing slight crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes which had manifested darkened circles underneath.  Lines had started to spread down the sides of her mouth.  Her olive skin had lost a bit of its youthful sheen as well.  She looked slightly worn, but still beautiful.

“So…” Clara said, “…what kind of man are you, Elias?  Are you a ‘breast man’?”  Clara brought her slim arms up and started to trace the soft skin of her breast at their curve and play with her nipples.  Another reflexive pulse from Elias and Clara closed her eyes, bit her lip and moaned, her shoulders, shuddering. 

Letting the feeling wash over her, she slithered off of the table and came to her feet, turning around. 

“Are you a butt man?”  Clara said, slipping her thumbs through the waistband of her plain white panties and pushing them down over her taut, gorgeous legs and letting them fall to the floor.  Her perfectly round and silky ass revealed itself.  Another reflexive reaction from Elias and Clara moaned louder this time, almost losing her balance as she looked at Elias from between her legs.  Another pulse and Clara moaned again, slapping her right ass-cheek as she did so.  Elias could see his power was already starting to affect her at a deeper level as he noticed her ass jiggle with the impact as an older woman’s ass would do.  Clara didn’t notice.

Clara stood up straight again and turned around, her breasts were slightly lower and were just shy of perfectly round as looser skin and gravity started to affect them.  A slight line of folded skin just below Clara’s previously flat stomach also started to form as it sagged a bit.  Elias theorized that Clara must be pushing about 30 by now, though, as is common with Chinese women, she still kept quite a youthful look for her age.

Clara lifted herself up onto the table again and extended a leg to Elias.  “Are you a leg man, Elias?”  Almost before she had finished her question, Clara threw her head back and moaned again, this time it was much shriller sounding.  It was obvious from where Elias was sitting that Clara was starting to get quite wet.  “Ahhhhhh….” Clara purred, “…It looks like we’ve discovered what turns you on the most, Elias.”  Clara kicked off bother of her shoes and they fell to the floor with a heavy sound.  Clara brought her leg higher with a slight groan as age took even more of its toll on her body.  She slipped her fingers though the lip of one sock and slowly rolled it down over her knee, then down her smooth calf.  Upon reaching her ankle another wave of ecstasy washed over Clara as she closed her eyes.  She looked at Elias quizzically, catching her breath.  She watched Elias watch her as she ever so slowly and purposefully rolled the sock inch by inch over her ankle until it reached the heel of her foot.  She watched Elias’ cock spasm through his shorts while simultaneously gasping in arousal as she felt herself getting wetter with each pulse of his cock.  She brought her eyes back toward him as she slowly rolled the sock down the length of her foot until finally she let it fall off of the end of her toes. 

Suddenly Clara felt her arms and legs go stiff with stimulation as her whole body shuddered.  Throwing her head back and biting her lip she let out a muffled scream as her clit throbbed and her insides quivered. 

“Well…” She said, panting, “…If I didn’t…know any better…I’d say…you were a foot man.  I’d never have thought that, Elias.  Now that the mystery is solved, let’s use that, shall we?  It’s all in the name of science, of course.”  Clara smiled wide and hopped off the table.  She wavered for a second before walking toward Elias.

Elias watched Clara walk toward him with a grace that didn’t befit a woman of her age, which, in his estimation was about 40 years old.  She also didn’t seem a day over 30 to look at her.  Her frame was still petite and maybe a little less curvy.  Her breasts jiggled a bit more than they should have as she strode toward him confidently, one foot crossing over the other.  Aside from those and a few faint lines where there were none before, she looked fantastic. 

Clara reached the seated Elias and lowered herself to the ground, her breasts hanging a bit as she bent forward to sit on the floor.  She half laid back, propping herself up on her elbows.  Extending her right leg she pointed her pink polished toes and slid the sole of her foot along the inside of Elias’ thigh.  His dick throbbed in anticipation of this tailored seduction and Clara rocked on her elbows, almost falling over.  The soft sole of her foot slid under the leg of his shorts and brushed lightly against the side of his shaft, coaxing another reaction.  Moaning, Clara moved her foot to the outside of his shorts where the bulge of his cock trying to force it way out was located.  She gently pushed her toes back and forth against it, causing a spot of wetness from his cock onto his shorts.

“Now, we’re talking!” Clara said excitedly as she continued her seductive assault.  “I’m so wet, Elias!  I want you so bad!  I almost forget why we’re…”  Another spasm advanced Clara another handful of years, “… doing this.”  Clara had started to pinch her nipples, lifting her breasts a bit since age had started to soften them and gravity started kicking in.

Elias took his eyes off of Clara’s teasing toes and looked down at her as she continued to stroke him.  He attempted to formulate his thoughts into words through the pleasure.

“I have to say....  Mmmmmm….  I have to say that….it doesn’t….seem to be affecting you that much….”

“Asian genes…” Clara smiled, some new lines forming in the skin of her cheeks and eyes, while the first ones seemed to have deepened a bit, “…we look great for longer than most but once we hit a certain age it all catches up.” 

Clara slowly retracted her foot and placed her toes against Elias’ lips, while bringing her other foot to his crotch, continuing the first one’s stroking motion.  He opened his mouth longingly and she teased him a bit, sliding her soft toes from one cheek to the other, before gently sliding them into his mouth.  Elias sucked on them as she wiggled them against his tongue.  Elias thought she was going to make him come soon with just her feet.  He knew that could be dangerous.  Another pulse, a big one, and Elias shuddered in his seat… and all of the sudden, things seemed to accelerate.

Clara yelled out as the warm orgasmic feeling course through her body.  She let herself fall flat on the ground as she started to play with herself. 

“Oh god….OH GOD, ELIAAAAS….!”  She slid the sole of her foot faster and faster over his crotch and pushed her toes deeper into his mouth as her leg spasmed with pleasure, pushing his head back.  He opened his eyes wide as he literally saw her description first hand.

He watched Clara thrust up and down as she made herself come and as she did, all the years caught up with her.  Her shapely form literally seemed to melt away as her curves disappeared into sagging, flabby, wrinkled skin.  Her breasts, which had kept their form so impressively, drooped over the sides of her chest lower and lower with every gyration, the rapidly wrinkling skin stretching with the weight of them.  Her once sexy, flat stomach was now a soft, sagging, wrinkled sack of skin.  As she screamed and gasped over and over again with orgasmic pleasure, wrinkles formed into the flabby, withering skin of her once soft, girlish features.  Her hair was very thin, the color disappearing rapidly as it became wispy and tangled, half of it pulled out of her ponytail style.  The muscles in her arms and legs withered away as the equivalent of decades of un-use caught up with them, the thin, shriveling skin drooping over her now brittle bones like loose clothing.  As the years piled on, Clara continued to slide her now frail, bony fingers over her clit under her sagging, aged pussy, still dripping with her juices.  In her orgasm she reached across her bony chest and grabbed one of her withered breasts, laying against her like a shriveled pancake and brought its drooping form to her lips and started to slide her tongue over the shrunken, wrinkled nipple. 

Mesmerized by the transformation, Elias felt Clara’s toes literally shrivel up like raisins over his tongue.  They bent with age in his mouth as the pressure from her leg held his head in place.  He felt the skin of her toes loosen and wrinkle as her toes became stiff and arthritic.  Elias looked down as far as he could and watched as Clara’s other foot still stroked his crotch.  The once flawless, olive skin of the top of her foot became thin and paler.  It withered as he watched her foot seemingly almost turn skeletal.  The skin descended and shrank showing the shape of the more prominent bones of her foot.  Slight age spots and veins materialized before his eyes, marring the once gorgeous foot.  Her shriveled, bent toes still adorned with glossy pink polish.  The slight wrinkles of the soft arch of once soft arch of her foot deepened considerably and spread upward over the side as her sole shriveled and became rough with old age.

Clara’s moans were now broken and raspy.  Shriveled toes slid out of his mouth as her leg went limp with no strength to hold it up, while her other foot lay helplessly across his lap.  Elias’ cock was wet with the anticipation of coming as it still stood straight up.  He was on the edge. 

 

“Clara!” Elias shouted, trying to snap her out of her post-orgasm state as she moaned weakly in satisfaction, “CLARA!  Get up!  You’ve got to get me out of here so I can help you!”  Elias struggled with the bonds, to no avail.

“E….Elias?” Clara moaned feebly, trying to right herself.  “Oh… Elias…that was….amazing…!”  With her limited strength she righted herself enough to kneel on all fours. 

“I’m glad.  Look the experiment is over!  Come over here and untie me so I can help you!” 

“Help….me?”  Clara slowly made her way to Elias, crawling on all four of her frail limbs, her withered, sagging breasts swaying back and forth as she moved.  “How about… I help you?”  She smiled wide as deep wrinkles and loose skin stretched with the expression, still in the throes of his power.  She reached up with shaking, bony hands toward his crotch.  Elias jumped back, moving the chair with him.  He knew that as aroused as he still was, any pressure on his dick could age her beyond the point of no return. 

“NO!  Clara, LISTEN TO ME!” Elias shouted sternly.  Clara stopped moving toward him, shocked.  “Listen... you have to listen.  I’m concentrating on bringing you out of this.  Can you hear me?  Do you remember the experiment?  Look at yourself!  Do you remember the experiment?” 

Elias concentrated on Clara, concentrated on subduing his power, on reining it in.  He focused on breaking this chemical spell in which Clara seemed to be trapped. 

“Ex…experiment?”  The aged Clara asked quizzically.  “I…. I remember.  I….”  She looked down and raised her hand.  She saw how withered and frail it was.  She looked down at the rest of her body and started shaking uncontrollably.  Tears were welling up under heavy, drooping eyelids.   “Oh…god…  I’m…I’m soooo….ooooold….!  Elias…. HELP MEEEEEE…..”  Clara reached for him with her sticklike arms, her sagging skin jiggling as she sobbed.

After several minutes, Elias was able to bring Clara out of her initial shock.  She had a great deal of trouble unbuckling the first strap holding Elias to his chair with her shaking, arthritic fingers and Elias released the second strap.  He helped his elderly lab partner back into her clothes, which now hung on her fragile, aged frame as if they were several sizes too big.  After dressing himself, he cleaned up all the evidence of their testing. 

“What….now?” Clara asked hoarsely. 

Elias wrapped his arms around Clara and embraced her. 

“First things first.  I’m taking you to my place.  I live alone so it won’t be a problem for you to rest and…HOPEFULLY… recover there.  I’ll come up with a cover story while this process reverses itself, IF your theory is correct.”  Elias looked down and gave her a half-smile.

“My….theories are….always correct!”  She jabbed back, returning with her own wrinkled smile.  “What are…you going to do…in the meantime?”

“In the meantime…” Elias gave her a sly look.  “…I’m going run some experiments of my own.”

Elias carefully walked the fragile Clara out of the lab and they made their way home.

 

Cheetara raced along, the rock walls of the cave a blur as she whizzed by furiously.  Tygra was in peril and Lion-O knew that Cheetara was his only hope.  The only one fast enough to save him from the mysterious power of the cave, Cheetara knew it as well.  Even after having the power of the cave explained to her, that it speeds up time for those who enter, aging them rapidly, she didn’t think twice.  She disappeared in a cloud of dust and was gone in the blink of an eye, knowing that her remarkable speed was more than enough to retrieve Tygra and escape unscathed by the effects of the Cave of Time.

“Tyyyyyyyyyyygraaaaaaaa…….!” Cheetara called out with no response.  She squinted through the cool, subterranean air to try and peer into the darkness.  “TyyyyyyyyyygrARGGGH…!” 

The next thing Cheetara knew she was sailing through the air. 

Cheetara twisted in the air to minimize the impact she knew was coming and landed hard on her side, skidding across the damp stone floor before coming to a stop.  After a few seconds, Cheetara grunted and coughed, the wind knocked out of her.  She slowly pushed herself up onto all fours when pain screamed up and down her calf.  She fought to open her eyes through the pain and glanced backward toward her feet… and saw her left foot twisted too far to the outside, her ankle obviously sprained or fractured.  Panic rose in her chest.

“NO!” she said to herself while wincing from the pain.  “Tygra doesn’t have much time left!”  Still on her hands and knees, Cheetara tried to right herself again, to no avail.  The pain was too much for her and she collapsed onto her stomach, the cold of the stone floor penetrating through her one-piece.  She lay there, winded from her injury, sweat pouring down her face.  Though the pain was overwhelming and her ears were ringing from the impact, she thought she could hear a voice, like a faint echo.  She pushed her hearing to its limit.

“Chee…. Chee…tara….” 

It was so faint and raspy but Cheetara’s eyes widened at the realization.  It was Tygra. 

“Tygra!?” Cheetara called out as loud as she could and drew her breath in sharply when pain shot through her leg.  No response.  As she lay there, her thoughts turned to him.  How long had he been down here?  What was his condition?  Was he injured?  At least he’s alive… for now.  The longer he stays in this cave, the faster he will age.  He’ll grow older and older until he grows so old and feeble that he can’t escape and….  Cheetara’s eyes widened and her mouth opened in panic.  “….And the same thing will happen to me if I don’t get out of here.”

Cheetara pushed her strength to the limits and raised herself up to her knees again, her teeth clenching from the pain.  She cried out as she raised herself on all fours again.  Her determination to not have two lives claimed by this cave feeding her will to survive.  She looked down at the damp stone floor and noticed her hands.  She looked quizzically at them as something seemed not quite right.  The skin of her hands seemed to crinkle up a bit as she supported herself.  She panicked.  The power of the cave was affecting her already.

Cheetara pushed herself up into a sitting position.  She felt so tired.  Her muscles strained, her shoulders sagged as she sat on the stone floor.  “Stand up.” She heard herself say, ever the warrior.  “Stand up and get out of here.  Use the wall of the cave as leverage.  DO IT!”  

Cheetara placed her withering hands on the floor and pushed, arms trembling as she did so.   After about a minute she was up, favoring her ankle and holding herself as steady as she could using the wall of the cave.  Tired and winded, Cheetara slowly started limping back toward the entrance of the cave.  She felt her energy drain away with ever step, the power of the cave permeating her body.  Not letting her mind wander she focused her gaze on the spot of light through the darkness.  Her mind started arguing with itself.

“Keep your mind on where you’re going.  Do not become disoriented.  Do not slow down.  Keep your mind off the pain.

“But I’m so tired…  I just need to rest… I’ll be fine if I can just rest…”

“NO!  Keep going!”

Cheetara looked out of her peripheral at the wall but quickly snapped her head forward.  Her thoughts started up again.

“Keep your eyes on the entrance!  You know what’s going to happen if you don’t get out of here.  Do NOT become distracted!”

“But… did you see?  My… hand.  My arm… it looked so frail… so old!”

“KEEP GOING!”

Several minutes passed.  Cheetara’s gait had slowed considerably.  Her body felt weighed down... wobbly.  Out of breath, Cheetara finally stopped in place, leaning her back against the wall and taking stock of herself, she realized why.

Cheetara looked down at herself and panicked.  The first thing she noticed was how much muscle tone she had lost.  Her once snug one-piece suit started to hang a bit on her frame.  She felt it sag on her shoulders slightly as the weight of her drooping breasts pulled on the material.  This caused her to hunch a bit, accentuating the changes in her body.  The skin of her legs had become looser as the muscles started to shrink.  They bent slightly as they supported her ever-withering body.  She then looked at her arms.  Her once impressive, solid biceps had softened and sagged, slowly disappearing under the shriveling skin.  She then examined her hands, so bony and thin.  As she looked she could actually see the aging process accelerate as the skin of her hands slowly started to wrinkle before her eyes.  Her knuckles and the veins of her hands became more pronounced through the thinning, wrinkling skin.  She then felt a slight pulling sensation at her face.  Cheetara started to panic and brought her trembling hand to her cheeks and instantly knew why.

She felt the once smooth, beautiful skin of her face start to sag.  Wrinkles had formed along her cheeks and around her nose and mouth.  Her hands scanned up and down every inch of her withering face.  She could feel the crow’s feet, the bags under her eyes, her jowls, and the skin under her neck all starting to sag downward.  She grabbed a handful of her hair and brought it within her line of sight and inspected the graying strands, now considerably longer and thinner between her fingers.  In her fear and panic, Cheetara froze in place. 

“I… I must be in my sixth decade by now!” she said to herself, her voice lower and raspier as it echoed through the cave.  “I have to… I have to stop this!  I have to get out of here!”  Cheetara looked up, the entrance of the cave in sight.  “I can do this.  I….”  A wave of pain from her ruined ankle followed by a wave of fatigue made her gasp and moan as she started to slide down the wet, cold stone cavern wall.

“So… tired… so… weak… but… I have to… move… now!”

Cheetara caught herself with her hands grasping at the slick stone wall and continued her uneasy gait through the cave.  As she travelled she could feel more and more of her strength leaving her, as more and more years piled on.  She slowly walked, looking straight ahead, and the light loomed closer.  The aging seemed to have slowed considerably since she had stopped last.  Cheetara noticed this and become hopeful.  “Maybe I’ll get… out of here… after all.” She thought to herself.

After several long minutes, Cheetara realized she was bathing in the light from the sun outside.  She smiled instinctively and as she did, she could feel the wrinkled skin around her mouth crinkle up.  She closed her eyes and sighed with fatigued relief.  “Only about… twenty more feet… to the entrance…  Thank… the gods!”

Suddenly, Cheetara’s shoulders slumped and her back arched downward as the rest of her strength seemed to drain out of her.  She looked down at her body as the aging accelerated considerably.  She looked in horror at her hands and arms as the skin shriveled and wilted off of her brittle bones, her muscles withering away to almost nothing.   “Noooooooo……” She moaned, long and low as her legs became like sagging, shriveled twigs, her loosened boots collecting in a heap around her thin, bony ankles.  Her legs slowly gave out from under her, bringing her to her knees.   She felt her suit literally hang off of her fragile frame as her once taut breasts slid down her chest, coming to a rest in loose, withered mounds onto her shriveled belly.  It took so much effort to raise her shaking, brittle-boned hands to her face but as she did so, the skin of her once gorgeous face sagged though her thin, bony fingers.  She could feel her collapsing face shrivel up in her hands, her eyelids drooped; her once luscious, full lips disappeared as they withered and pursed. 

Cheetara sat there, staring in disbelief as her body grew older and older. 

“I….. can’t….. believe….. this…..”  her unfamiliar, ancient sounding voice echoed.  She continued to gaze at her unbelievably old body.  “So……… close…….. I’m…….. soooooooo……oooooooold……” She moaned as she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her withered, sagging face.

 

Suddenly Cheetara felt powerful arms lift her up.  A deep, familiar voice echoed through the cavern. 

“Hang in there, Cheetara!  I’m glad you made it this far.  I’ve got you.”

Her legs dangled helplessly as her boots slid off of her bony, frail, withered feet into a heap on the stone floor.  Before she knew it she was outside, the sun blinding her, the heat permeating her thin, wrinkled skin.  She was lowered down; her shriveled, bent toes touched the rocky ground.  With no strength to stand, Cheetara’s hunched form immediately started to fall forward.

Panthro’s arms shot forward to catch her around her waist.  His hands going through the gap between her sagging breasts and her suit that now hung so loosely on her.  He felt her brittle ribcage through her sagging skin and felt her wilted breasts flop down and lay flat on top of his hand.  Shocked by her condition he turned to Lion-O.

“What do we do, Lion-O?  He said.  She’s too weak to manage by herself.  She looks like she’s a century old!”  They both looked at her as she moaned feebly.

“I don’t know, Panthro.”  Lion-O said with helplessness in his voice.  Cheetara gazed upward with foggy, tired eyes under heavy, drooping eyelids.

“Put……….me……..back……….” she whispered hoarsely, tears rolling down her ancient, sagging face.

Lion-O and Panthro both looked at Cheetara, then at each other, speechless.

                                                                               

Silent and swift she flew in.  I didn’t make a secret as to where my hideout was.  If you ask anyone, they would have told you that I was crazy.  You don’t antagonize a Kryptonian and then sit back and wait.  But I had plans.  This wasn’t about escape; this was about her humiliation and defeat.

 

“Well if it isn’t my old enemy.  Did you really think you would get away with this?  You should have run when you had the chance.  So… where’s the bomb?”

 

“You should know, Supergirl.  Isn’t that a specialty of yours?  Seeing things that others can’t?”

 

I watch her scan the room, no doubt utilizing her X-ray vision, standing by the window with that arrogant, prematurely triumphant stance.  My being her greatest enemy notwithstanding, she is certainly beautiful.  Her long, shining blonde hair, her taut, perfectly curved and muscled figure cutting a silhouette from the light of the window, her perfect, smooth skin has always taken my breath away.  Yes, she is very strong and very beautiful… and she knows it.  It’s what defines her.  Even without her Kryptonian strength and powers she would be intimidating.  It’s why so many of her enemies have been so easily beaten and put away to rot in prison, isn’t it?  Well… I wonder how she’ll feel when I take it all away.

 

She finishes her sweep of the room, a slight smirk on her face.  I can’t help but to stare at her perfectly fitted suit, tightly hugging her every curve and muscle.  Her tight bare midriff glistens in the sunlight.  Her skirt, blowing in the breeze from the open window flows over smooth, milky thighs.  The red and yellow symbol of her Kryptonian family name mocks me as it stretches over her perfect breasts.  Why would someone who doesn’t know how beautiful and captivating she is dress in such a way?  They wouldn’t…  Her beauty and strength make her smug… they make her arrogant.  Were it not for that I may never have thought of this plan.

 

“Did you really think you could keep it behind lead and that wouldn’t be a dead giveaway?  She motions toward the heavy lead chest behind me.  “You really disappoint me.  I thought you’d be smarter than that, keeping such a red flag around.”  She walks toward me confidently, directly toward me as if I wasn’t there and effortlessly pushes me down to my knees with one hand on my shoulder and releases, her stride not breaking and stands directly in front of the heavy lead chest.

 

“I wouldn’t do that, Supergirl… the bomb isn’t in there, trust me.”

 

“Trust you?  I’ll be sure to do that… right after I send you to jail.” She says to me over her shoulder, running her fingers through her hair, her tight biceps flexing as she does so.  Enjoy it Supergirl…

 

I hear the scraping metal as she lifts the lid of the chest before it hits the floor with a loud “clang”.  I hear her gasp as she slowly steps away from it, her hand grasping her chest with the horrible realization of what she’s just done.  I stand up and walk past her, reaching in to pull out the fist-sized chunk of greenish, prism-like rock and turn to look at her.

 

“Look familiar, Supergirl?  I know it does, however, it’s exactly not what you think.  You see, for years I’ve been working on development of a new type of synthetic kryptonite based on the chemical composition of the stuff that’s been falling to Earth since your cousin arrived.  It’s got all the usual power-sapping effects at first except it’s not quite lethal.”  I watch her almost stumble over her own feet as she slowly retreats backward toward the window, her body not quite used to having “only” the strength of a normal human being.

 

“Goodness this stuff works fast.” I say with a chuckle.  “You see Supergirl, your powers have already disappeared, so good luck flying away, but you’re still dangerous aren’t you?  I mean, few women are built the way you are, so basically you’re feeling as weak as… what… a young, healthy, athletic human woman?  That still doesn’t bode too well for me.  How about we take a minute and discuss the new features of my latest invention, hmmmm…?  Of course, I’m sure you’re feeling them already aren’t you?”

 

I watch as she retreats as far as she can, pressing her back flat against the wall, desperate for me to not approach her.  She looks tired, no longer confident.  With every step I take toward her I watch as her wide shoulders lower and her knees slightly bend. 

 

“Please… don’t come any closer.”

 

“Oh, my dear… where’s the fun in that?”  I say with a smile.

 

“You see, Supergirl… the radiation that this particular type of kryptonite emits doesn’t just affect Kryptonian physiology, it is actually attracted to it.  It seeks it out and surrounds it.  In this case, it speeds it up.  Right now a temporal bubble is surrounding your cells.  Unfortunately for you, this temporal event moves faster than ours does.  In your case it will cause you to age at a much faster rate than normal.  Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be too much of a concern for you since time doesn’t seem to touch you the way it touches human beings… but that’s linked to your invulnerability isn’t it?  And that doesn’t seem to be present anymore…”

 

I walk closer and see her beautiful, full-featured face start to look so very tired.  Dark circles have appeared under her gorgeous blue eyes.  Her lips start to tremble.  Her eyelids start to become heavy with fatigue.  Finally, I’m standing face to face with her as she looks up at me, her knees starting to buckle as her strength wanes.  She looks pitiful and terrified.

 

“What… what are you going to do?” She says almost out of breath, struggling to right herself.

 

“Why, Supergirl… I’m going to take everything that matters away from you.”  I unfurl the chain attached to the glowing rock and loop it over her head and around her neck and she gasps.

 

“Uh oh…” I say mockingly.  “You’d better get that off before, well… just wait and see.”

 

She lifts her arms grabbing the chain looped around her neck.  With a pained expression she struggles to lift the kryptonite resting on her voluptuous chest.  She breathes heavily as she lifts, her hands shaking as she slowly raises the chain, the stone dangling in front of her face.  I see in the green glow of the kryptonite the features of her face looking a bit more weathered.  Sweat drips from her lined forehead.  The slight signs of crow’s feet slowly spread from the corners of her eyes as she shuts them tight in an effort to lift the small rock over her head.  As she struggles and fights against the specialized effects of the radiation I notice how her perfectly fitted bodysuit seems a bit looser, folding a bit where it was stretched by muscle tone just a few minutes before.  She struggles even more but eventually her grip weakens and the chains slide out of her trembling fingers.  The weight of the pulling chain making her back arch and her knees buckle even more.  Hunched over, she looks up at me with worn, tired eyes.

 

“Please… please take it off.  I’m so tired….  What’s… happening to me…?”

 

“Take a look, Supergirl.” I say, nodding my head to her.

 

I watch her slowly lift her arms from her sides and look at her hands.  A look of confusion and horror crosses her face.  Her lips tremble as she sees the once smooth skin of her hands and delicate fingers start to wither before her eyes. 

 

“NO!” She shouts.  “No, no, no, no…” She quickly raises her hands and traces the newly formed lines spreading down her face.  She feels the once flawless skin start to sag and shrivel up under her under her shaking fingers. 

 

Panicking, Supergirl grabs the chain with both hands again, determined to not let this go any further.  She pushes her waning strength to the limit. 

 

‘Awww…. Supergirl…  You must not really be trying very hard.  It’s not really that heavy.  Has my kryptonite made you THAT weak?” I say, chuckling.

 

Finally, she gives up, letting the glowing green rock once again fall and lay against her chest.  She looks down at herself and moans as her strength ebbs.  She can do nothing but watch the transformation in horror.  She notices how loosely her once tight-fitting outfit is now starting to hang on her body as her muscles shrink and her skin sags with age.  Her back hunches even more and her legs tremble.  She slowly brings her arm up with great effort and watches her once toned arms shrivel and sag as the muscles wither away and her sleeves hang from her stick-like arms. 

 

“Please…..    no….  more….  I’m… too… weak…  I’m… too old…”  She whispers in a broken, barely audible voice as she continues to watch the changes.  I see the willpower behind her eyes is as strong as ever.  What a nightmare it must be for her to be trapped in this ever-weakening suit of frailty that has become her own body.

 

Her legs, once shapely and powerful become like shriveled broom sticks as the muscles shrink under sagging, wrinkling skin.  She moans again, low and rattling as she feels her once perfect, round breasts wither and slide down under the loose fabric of her suit which now just barely hangs from her frail form.  Her once tightly muscled stomach sags slightly over her belt with wrinkled, withering skin as her muscle tone disappears.  Her knee-high boots, which once wrapped tightly around her powerful calves, now slide down her thin, bony legs and collect in a heap below her ankles.  Her whole body becomes a mass of wrinkled, sagging skin hanging on brittle bones.  As the years continue to pile on her legs give out, no longer able to support her and the once great, powerful, beautiful Supergirl slides down against the wall.   Slowly she raises her head, and under heavy, drooping eyelids, looks up in defeat. 

 

I look down at her and smile.  The once strong, proud, beautiful, arrogant Supergirl has been destroyed, replaced with this feeble, helpless woman of about 98 years old.  I step over to her and reach down to remove the kryptonite rock that has drained her youth and strength.  I see her confused look follow me as I step back and admire my handiwork.

 

“Why…?” she whispers.  “Why… did you… remove it… when …you could have…. finished me?  Please… just….do it.  I’m… so weak…so….old.  I can’t… stand to….be… like this.”

 

“I don’t wish you any harm, Supergirl.  I just can’t have you interfering with any of my future plans.  Besides, I thought it was a fitting fate for you, yes?  Anyway, I have to run.  Got a bomb to set off, don’t you know?  Have a nice life… what little of it is left.”  I laugh as I leave, long and loud.  As I close the door I can just barely make out the sound of the once great Supergirl crying.