(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