Aging Love (GF to MILF, WG, Corruption)

Her lower butt cheeks exposed themselves more and more, overflowing her panties. Clara folded her back in ecstasy, flaring her butt out at a drastic angle. Erratic eruptions of cellulose patches sprouted on the deepening folds. The skin was becoming pliable, giving way. The underlying musculature shifting into a firmer build, giving Clara a fuller, larger contour. Her calves, the skin becoming more lax, the muscles and adipose tissue redistributing, turned big, rounded and firm.

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"The Chaos Orb is a magical device containing a small amount of chaos magic-potential. If slowly released, the contained energy can alter the current reality scene, modifying past and future time streams of nearby objects, souls and ethers in such a way as to make them reflect a more lively, spontaneous and erratic variety. Oppositely, directly breaking the orb by throwing, will release the contents all at once, imbuing a single subject/object with a decaying impetus. Considerate aging is often common if living beings are targeted, with added life experience of extreme and peculiar events, which might also give way to an all-encompassing, egocentric, megalomaniac personality. Erotic augmentation, a close cousin to chaos, is a very common side effect.

Chapter 1 - Brainstorming

"I think we pride ourselves on being open about our couple-feelings or whatever."

"Sure. Whatever."

Clara and Will were sitting in a car parked outside their shitty local cinema. The movie had been bad - they'd already discussed that. The current topic of conversation was more urgent: The kiss had just ended, but the results still floated in the air, making it heavy with something other than forgotten-fast-food-smell.

"So," Clara continued, a slight shake to her voice, "this is not meant to sound judgy, or ass-hollish in any sort of way."

"Just say it."

Clara turned to look Will in the eyes. "Will," she said, "that kiss was ass."

Will looked away from Clara and stared out the windshield. "I know," he responded, "I'm obviously not feeling up to it."

"Yeah..."

"Maybe it's because of routine?"

Clara frowned. "Routine?"

"Yeah," Will continued, "like when I... well..."

"When you...?"

"When I..." Will narrowed his eyes. "Masturbate..."

"Oh."

"Hey!" Will abruptly turned again to Clara. "openness is good, right?" He glanced downwards. "And besides, let me continue. I'll elaborate."

Clara smiled. "Sure, man. Cook."

"So," Will looked out the windshield again, "when I masturbate - and I used to do it daily, that's the point - I could, you know," he waved his left hand in the air, "vary things up. It was basically always about something novel." He frowned. "Well, not always novel... but there were, y'know... eras."

"Fascinating." Clara's smile betrayed a mixture of bewilderment and amusement. "You really are a philosopher."

"I'm dead serious," Will rebutted. He thought for a moment. "I'm basically saying we're boring," he concluded, matching Clara's ironic expression.

"That's basically what I said."

"Ah!" Will pointed upwards with his right hand. "But I, as always, differently from you, am solution-oriented."

He opened the glove compartment in front of him and produced a spherical golden device. It looked like a bunch of brass rings erratically jumbled up into a single, rotating thing. The center was almost completely hidden, but a shining green light sometimes managed to shine through the moving parts.

Clara immediately turned her attention to the thing.

"What is that?"

"A chaos orb." A self-satisfied smirk curled at the corners of Will's lips. "It stores chaos energy." He raised the golden orb up to his face. "When released, it imbues the surroundings with random time-space deviations."

Clara's expression turned into a blank stare. "Man, I didn't know you were a Harry Potter fan-girl." She laughed. "Do you actually believe it works?"

Will tightened his lips. "Yeah. Because it does work." He smirked and raised his chin." And it will solve our problem. I'll summarize it for the common folk: releasing this thing will make the current situation more... interesting. Vary things up a bit. Maybe change our bodies." He raised his right eyebrow. "And that is exactly what we need right now."

"Will," Clara put a hand on her forehead, "I know I shouldn't, but I once again find myself surprised by your bullshit."

"Yeah, sure." Will looked up. "The Messiah brings miracles and is promptly insulted by the sheeple."

"You are not the Messiah." Clara made a hard attempt to channel her exasperation into contempt. "You are a lesser deity. And not even that... you're... you're an imp." Her eyes narrowed. "One of the many useless imps of simplicity and weirdness." She paused for a moment, thinking. "And gay thoughts," she concluded.

"Oh, calling me gay. Sure." Will raised his eyebrows, feigning offense. "You got me. In fact, you do kind of look like a guy." A grin spread across his face as he learned closer to Clara.

Will then decided that Clara was in a dire need of one of his staple wrestle-choke-slash-hug, a move he had perfected over their years together. It was not a good idea.

"Will!" Clara screeched. "You fucking donkey!"

Clara clutched her panties. Green light beams were quickly penetrating her pussy. "You have you done you bitch!"

Will's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. "I..."

"I don't give a fuck!!"

Clara let out a piercing scream as a searing pain shot through her lower body. She gasped for breath.

"You..." she yelled, "you... you pervert dropped your pervert magical sex toy..." she clutched her pubic region with both hands, "right between my legs!!" Her talk turned into an high pitch squeal.: "I THINK IT'S INSIDE ME GOD DAMN IT!!!"

Will had promptly retreated into his side of the car. His back was pressed against the metal, arms outstretched, as if he'd been launched into it by some sudden explosion. "Clara... I'm... I'm sorry..." He repeated slowly, staring at Clara's contorted figure. "I... I don't remember what the effects are... when it happens... this way... quickly..." His voice was shaking.

"I-" Clara suddenly stopped breathing. Her eyes rolled into her skull. A generous amount of course hair sprouted across her pelvic region. It then thickened and emerged from beneath the fabric of her jeans. Strands pressed visibly against the denim, creating subtle bulges that hinted at the changes taking place within.

"What?" Clara stammered, inebriated. "What the fu... I can feel them... rubbing against me..."

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Clara stared giggling. The interior of her pelvic region had began to age. The fat cells, once sparse and compact, multiplied, filling out the space between her thighs.

"I've learned that the thrill of the chase is just that - a thrill," she continued in a trance. The labia majora, the outer lips of her vulva, began to swell and thicken, becoming more prominent and visible under her thin panties. The inner lips grew longer, more delicate, with more veins.

Chapter 2 - Chaos Decay

Clara decided to make things easier by unbuttoning her jeans. The added hair sprouted forth explosively. Will couldn't help but watch in horror.

"Oh... oh..." Clara opened her mouth wide, tilting her head back and upwards sharply. "Mmmmmmmmmm~" she moaned deeply. Her butt and thighs became engorged with fat and muscle in a rapid succession of spasms. Her skin stretching, emitting liquid, squishing and gurgling sounds.

Her lower buttcheeks exposed themselves more and more, overflowing her panties. Clara folded her back in ecstasy, flaring her butt out at a drastic angle. Erratic eruptions of cellulose patches sprouted on the deepening folds. The skin was becoming pliable, giving way. The underlying musculature shifting into a firmer build, giving Clara a fuller, larger contour. Her calves went next, the skin becoming more lax, the muscles and adipose tissue redistributing to make them big, rounded and firm.

"Mmmmaammhh~ oooaa~"

Clara moaned again. The combination of pleasure and pain expressed itself through a deep and raspy voice.

"Will," she whispered, "what... what are you doing to me?" she looked at her boyfriend. "I sound so nasal... mmmmmmaaah~"

Clara's face shifted. Deep lines sprouted and the skin became thicker and textured.

Clara reached down to take her shirt off. Her hands showed signs of age, veins becoming more pronounced, the skin losing youth and elasticity.

"Clara..."

"Oh Will, dear... mmnghhh~ ho... honeyy~" Clara tossed her shirt to the side, to join her jeans. Her breasts, once confined by the denim, began to sag slightly. Then fat surged into her bra like jelly. The exposed skin aged fast, growing stretch-marks, veins and substance.

"Dear, I'm getting a bit of a tummy," Clara continued. "I suppose that's what happens when you get older."

"Clar... Shit..."

Clara's discovered abdomen, once a flat surface, now bore the subtle contours of folds. She grabbed a chunk of skin absentmindedly. It was soft.

Will's mind suddenly caught up to Clara's statement: "Clara, you're not even 30 yet... you're... you're still young!"

Clara chuckled (a low, throaty sound). "Oh, Will, you're so sweet," she rattled. "It's good for me to feel like this. To feel rather... seasoned, shall we say? It's like a good wine." Her smile broadened. "Getting better as it ages."

Clara's hips cracked open, growing in size. Clara moaned again.

"I suppose I'll just have to learn to love my older self."

Will's eyes seemed fixed to Clara's body by some external force. She had become unrecognizable from the woman he had known just minutes before.

He tried to find something to say. "Clara, you're still... you're sill you no matter what you look like."

Clara's response was a husky, almost guttural, laugh. "Oh, Will honey. You're so cute," she said, her voice gaining passion. "It's fine. I'm just becoming a bit of a... well..."

She sighed. Her eyes sparkled with a knowing glint. Her shoulders relaxed as she slumped in her seat. Her voice dropped to a low whisper.

"Maybe I haven't got the energy I used to... Oh?"

Sounds of moving flesh again filled the car. But this time, nothing could be seen on the surface.

"But... but I know a thing or t- Hey!"

Clara yelled suddenly. The volume of the sounds had increased. She smiled.

"It tickles~"

Clara stared giggling. The interior of her pelvic region had began to age. The fat cells, once sparse and compact, multiplied, filling out the space between her thighs.

"I've learned that the thrill of the chase is just that - a thrill," she continued in a trance. The labia majora, the outer lips of her vulva, began to swell and thicken, becoming more prominent and visible under her thin panties. The inner lips, grew longer, more delicate, with more veins.

A dull ache began to spread through her lower back as it expanded. A pain that seemed to accompany her every move. She shifted slightly, groaning, trying to alleviate the discomfort, but it only seemed to intensify.

"Yeah... See my dear, my body doesn't... it's basically in a state of decline, perhaps," she said, her voice matter-of-fact, but relaxed. Her speech patterns seemed to slow down, her thoughts unfolding at a slightly more leisurely pace. "The follicle-stimulating hormone is increasing, while estrogen levels are... lower. It's all just a natural part of the aging process." She paused, her eyes clouding slightly as she struggled to continue. "But it does give me a sense of... urgency... I want to find a..." she swallowed, "a man who can appreciate me for who I am." She smiled again. "Oh and... darling... sex is... different now... slower... but also..." she paused, "bigger... my... plumbing... is at an all time high... at the height of its ripeness..."

As Clara spoke, she noticed her jaw had began to ache, the joints creaking with a faint, arthritic pain. She winced, her tongue probing the sore spots in her mouth. She then gasped. The vertebrae of her spine had also followed suit, degrading slightly, flaring up a different kind of pain. A sharp, stabbing sensation. She touched the sore spot, trying to stretch out the kink.

"You know, inflammation is just a problem you have to deal with at this age... something... there's this diet I'm trying to... to..." Clara's face flushed with self-consciousness as she realized she couldn't remember what she was trying to say. "You know... about- oh, what was it again?" She trailed off, her eyes glazing over as she struggled to remember. She finally conceded and turned to Will, her expression tired.

It wasn't much before she noticed the bulge in his pants.

"Oh Will dear~" her eyes narrowed and her tongue flicked out for a brief moment.

"You, on the other hand, are still so... young," she purred. "I mean, just look at you..." she laughed. Her eyes seemed to gleam with a newfound confidence.

Clara reached for her boyfriend's chest. Will flushed furiously.

"Yeah..."

As Clara brought Will closer, her clitoris, now larger and in its full development, struggled to respond to the stimulation. The nerve endings that normally fired off sparks of pleasure were now fewer and farther between. Every touch felt muted and distant. But Clara knew, somehow, that something new was awaiting her, if she managed to rev herself up.

"Mmm... yes, just like that..." She grasped Will's arm, putting his hand on her swelling tit. Her other hand glided down, fingers parting the folds of her vulva. The glands inside her vagina had aged, becoming less active. There was less lubricating mucus. It felt dry... Tight...

"Uggghhh... oh, Will... uggghhh..." Will automatically started moving his thumb in a circular motion, applying increasing pressure to Clara's nipple.

Clara's body strained to respond.

"pant pant ooooh~ unnngggggh..." her brow forrowed. "Fa... faster!"

Will tried to ignore the surprise of how full her gf's tits felt under his touch, and continued the periodic motion. Suddenly, something began to stir. Clara's nipples hardened. Her whole boob seemed to swell and grow firmer.

"pant Ungh, ungh! Aah!"

Will's eyes widened in surprise. He had never seen Clara like this, and he couldn't help but stare at her dumbfounded.

Her eyes locked onto his. She could see the excitement in his gaze. She smiled.

Will's touch became more insistent. Clara's body now reacted in earnest. She felt her breasts heavy and full.

Suddenly, Will groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. His body tensed up. His cock jerked, releasing a premature burst of cum.

Clara gasped. She smiled. She then grabbed Will's limp hand around her tit and maintained the circular stroking. Will's cock twitched, desperate. Her noises grew louder, more insistent. She produced sharp, high-pitched yips, jerked and twitched, pleasure building. Grunts deepened, becoming primal.

Clara felt herself pulled towards an edge. She launched herself at Will, her heavy body slamming against him. He now seemed small in comparison, a scrawny figure. Her body arched upwards, her breasts straining against Will's chest. She let out a long, keening wail.

The sound was raw, unbridled. It seemed to shake the very foundations of her being.

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Epilogue

As the waves of pleasure receded, Clara felt a sense of awe wash over her. She had never experienced anything like this. The sensation was deeper, richer, and more complex than anything she had ever felt in her younger years.

"So..." she said, exhausted, "I... I..." she laughed an hysterical laugh, touching her forehead. "I... this body... it's what I was... but... more... God fucking Christ..."

She turned to Will. An expression of horror and awe stood printed on his face. Clara laughed, swaying her large hips as she returned to her seat.

Her breasts suddenly deflated. "Man that was so fucking worth it!"

Will tried to produce a response, failing.

"Huuuuh... gaa... wooo..."

Clara laughed again.

"I concur! Holy shit!" She put an arm on Will's shoulder, her hand slowly turning smooth and skinny, as it once was. "We gotta- hahaha! We gotta do this again!"

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You have reached the end of Aging Love. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I did.

Now go and enjoy your existence.

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