No, Let's Call it a Night (Age)

I started to walk towards the Research Room, still unsure if I was making the right choice. I reached the doorway, breathed a deep sigh, and firmly closed it. I heard the automatic look engage on the heavy metal door and smiled, proud that I was able to fight back the strong temptations.

Mind control is a definite fetish of mine, but it’s different in reality when you actually care what the person you’re toying with feels for you. It had only been 3 days so far, but I’d really come to like Rebecca and I knew that she liked me too. I didn’t need to control her mind to make her like me. I just needed to be myself.

I walked past the living room and tentatively into her bedroom making sure to let my presence be known in case she was naked or something. The bedroom was dark, but light shone from the bathroom, so I walked over there to join her.

The older woman was alone in the large bathroom clad only in a basic white bra that was too small for her enlarged tits and a green and white thong that vanished in between her wider and fatter cheeks. She was standing in front of the mirror over the sink and inspecting every angle of her body with a stunned look of awe and excitement. As Rebecca saw me enter the room and freeze up in the mirror, she turned around to look at me. It was equally amazing and eerie to see Rebecca as an older version of herself. The lines in her face and body weren’t pronounced yet, but they provided a clear symbolism for the experience this 40-year-old body held within.

“I can’t believe how well this worked! I almost look like my mom!” Rebecca exclaimed. She turned her body around to look at me, resting her wider hips upon the sink.

I just stood there slack jawed and probably pretty stupid looking. I’d watched plenty of pornos of MILF’s and had fantasies of my own of being with an older woman. Rebecca laughed at my awestruck expression and did an exaggerated walk away toward me before draping her arms over my shoulders.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she asked with a foxy grin on her face. She knew what she was doing and goddamn my dick was hard.

I decided to flirt back. “Why don’t you reach in and check for yourself?” I asked with a wink of my own.

Rebecca scrunched up her nose in mock disgust, but I could tell she was excited by the offer. One of her arms dropped down and gave me a playful slap on the rear in reply. I laughed and flicked her slightly saggy breast, causing it to break free of its prison and flop down. There was a momentary pause where I was worried I’d pushed too far, but then we both broke into laughs and stepped away from each other. Rebecca turned away from me and stuffed her breast back into the too-small bra.

We continued laughing as we left the bathroom and collapsed together on her bed in the dark bedroom. I wiped my eyes and looked over towards the beautiful woman holding her sides and laughing next to me. After a little bit, Rebecca got her laughter under control and turned over to me as well.

“You got a thing for ladies with experience?” she asked playfully.

I chuckled before saying “I have a thing for beautiful ladies, no matter the age.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes at my cheesy answer and rested her head underneath her arms, looking up at the ceiling. I scooched over a little closer to her to test the waters and was glad when she accepted my presence pressed up against her.

“How does it feel? To be… older?” I asked.

“It feels oddly normal. Like, I still feel like myself but less athletic? I guess at some point I just stop working out and let myself go a little.” She grabbed the slight paunch in her stomach, giving it a shake to emphasize her point. “Then again, this is post pregnancy me, so who knows where the extra curves really come from.”

There was a momentary pause of silence before she looked over to me with a questioning look on her face. “Did… did you only cuddle close to me because I… I’m curvier? Or older? Or… was there more to it?”

I was about to answer when a loud DING sounded from the phone in my pocket. I took it out to see what had happened and noticed it was a notification that my phone’s battery was low. Then my phone went black.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realize my phone was almost dead,” I said sitting up in bed.

Rebecca sat up too and asked, “does that mean I’m stuck like this for the night?”

I was going to assure her that it would only take a couple of minutes to charge it enough to revert it, but when I looked at her face, I noticed something odd. The wrinkled lines that spread from her eyes were gone… and the other lines were slowly disappearing as well!

“I don’t think there’s a need to worry. You seem to be returning to your normal state.” I held up the dark screen of my phone towards her so she could see the reflection herself. Rebecca squinted in the dark and then gasped when she noticed the slow changes happening to her face. She gave my phone back to me and quickly walked to the bathroom door, closing it behind her and leaving me in the dark. After a moment for my eyes to adjust, I walked near the bathroom door and politely knocked on it.

“Are you… are you okay?” I asked tentatively.

“I’m fine! I just… I’m naked and didn’t want you to see that is all.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen already.” I said jokingly, but she didn’t return the laugh. I stood there awkwardly for a second, not quite sure what else to say. After a moment, the door opened a little and I could see her holding a heavily swollen pregnant belly. Now I understood.

“I’m probably going to head to bed after… well after this sorts itself out. See you tomorrow?”

I smiled and nodded. “You got it. Sleep well Rebecca.” As she closed her door, I headed back to the living room and shut off the lights to head to bed myself. I didn’t get much sleep that night because of our discoveries, but I had a silly grin that wouldn’t go away the entire night.

Day 4 started in an interesting way.

I was semi-asleep when the door burst open, and my dark room was flooded with light. I sat up immediately and was immediately hit in the face by a pillow taken from the living room couch.

“Wake up, Brett, wake up! We got some experimenting to do!”

Rebecca was back to the changed form she’d had before our age modifications the night prior. Her purple hair was disheveled and shoulder-length and her 5’8” form leaned against the doorway to my room with her arms crossed. I wiped the grogginess from my eyes and grunted a reply before clumsily falling out of bed.

The tests started normally at first, but quickly grew out of our normal realm of control. We changed Rebecca’s eye color to a purple shade that matched her hair. I toyed with her stomach, swapping between giving her a rigid 8-pack and a swollen belly that looked 5 months pregnant. We could make her skin as yellow as a banana, give her a head that was 3x as big and made her look like a bobblehead, and even give her extra arms.

As her additional arms withdrew back into her body, and her head, skin, and tummy reverted to normal, Rebecca jumped back unto the examination bed and sat on the edge with a devilish grin on her face. I noticed her silent expression and looked up from my phone with a sarcastic look of apprehension.

“What? What idea do you have cooking in your head now?”

“Wings! I want to try the wings again!” she said, not even trying to hide her utter excitement.

“Do you think there’s going to be much of a change from yesterday though?” I asked as I pulled up the menu for Appendages and selected Wings.

“Maybe not, but it’ll give us a good measure to compare the progress of the app. Right?”

“You don’t have to convince me!” I turned the phone around so she could see. “I’ve already got it loaded in. Let’s take to the skies!”

“Fuck yeah!” she said, happily fist-pumping the air and holding the pose. She winked, still in that position as I clicked Apply. There was a loud ripping sound as a large pair of purple-feathered wings pierced through her shirts back instantaneously. Rebecca leaned forward with the weight as they continued to sprout out of her back and grow. When they finished, each wing was nearly the same height as her and spread out further than her arms on either side.

“Wow, I’d say that’s an improvement…” I said as I placed my phone back in my pocket and stroked the feathered appendages on her back.

“Do they… do they work?” Rebecca was reaching behind her back at an awkward angle to stroke the wings as well.

“How should I know? Test them out!”

“Alright… step back…” I did as I was told as Rebecca got onto her feet and spread the wings out. She moved each wing independently up and down, stretching out the new muscles and learning how they worked. After getting a handle on how they moved, she breathed in to gather herself before…

FWOOMF

With a little hop and a large motion of her angelic wings, Rebecca was airborne. For a couple seconds anyway. Then her head crashed into the ceiling of the Research Room with a loud crack, and she tumbled down to the floor between the examination beds. I ran forward to help her out as she gingerly rubbed at the growing bump on her head.

“Shit, are you okay? That looked like it hurt.”

“Yeah, I’m.. I’m alright. Ow.” She smiled to reassure me, and I helped her up from the floor.

I chuckled and led her out to the living room, sitting her down on the couch and grabbing some ice for her head. “I’d say they work just fine! You flew to the ceiling with just one sweep of those bad boys.”

“Heh, yeah and crashed into it full ****. Thanks,” she said, taking the bag of ice from me and putting it on her head. “I have to go somewhere where I have space to test these wings out.”

I sat opposite of her in one of the chairs and grimaced at her suggestion. “I don’t know, Mr. Draymond was pretty clear that you’re not allowed to leave the apartment. Plus, you’d make a scene flying around with those things.”

“Not if no one saw me! And I doubt that the company would know if we don’t leave the building.”

I was confused. “Wait, where could we have space to test your wings if we don’t leave the building?”

Rebecca smirked and pointed upwards. “The rooftop!”

So, after clumsily exiting the apartment and taking the elevator up, we found ourselves looking out over New York City. I’d wrapped a large blanket around what I could to conceal her on the way up, but we didn’t run into anyone thankfully. Rebecca took the blanket off her large wings and walked up to the edge of the rooftop to look down over the city. I have a healthy respect for heights, so I was comfortable staying farther back and letting her look.

“Welp, that’s a… long way down…” Rebecca gulped and took a shaky step back before turning over to me.

“You don’t have to fly over the… drop. Just a couple feet above the rooftop.” I looked behind me, fully expecting some company thugs to burst onto the rooftop to take us back in. “Or we can just head back and experiment some more?”

“No. No, I can do this.” She closed her eyes, clearly convincing herself as much as me. “I. Can. Do. This.”

FWOOMF

Rebecca leaped vertically into the air as her wings swept downwards. With a puff of dust from the rooftop, she climbed up 12 feet into the air and hovered there as her wings effortlessly beat up and down. It seemed almost natural for her, and she laughed in disbelief as she easily moved up and down in the air above the rooftop.

I stood below, once again finding myself in awe at the power of the app. With a slight lean to the side, Rebecca slid to her left then again in the other direction! She gave one last look of excitement before pushing down forcefully with her wings and disappearing down over the edge of the building. I ran to the edge, my fear of heights the furthest thing from my mind as I watched her gracefully soar between the tall buildings throughout New York City.

With another push, she climbed back above the buildings and into the clouds, now just a purplish speck in the sky. I squinted against the sun, looking for her in the sky and growing fearful that something might’ve happened. As I searched the sky for her, a gust of wind blew at my back, and I turned around to see her hovering behind me. Her hair was windswept, and her face was flush with adrenaline as she drew me into her embrace.

We returned to the Research Room and said goodbye to the beautiful wings as they quickly shrank into her back with a gross slurping sound. The only sign they’d existed was the 2 holes in the back of her shirt where they’d torn through. With the wing test being an absolute success, we were eager to retry another experiment: messing with the Species menu.

“So what, you want to see if you’ll become a sexy catgirl or something?” I joked, as I scrolled through the available options in the menu.

“Sounds like that’s what YOU want,” she chided, sticking her tongue out at me. “Cats are easy though; we should try something harder. Like something bigger! Or much smaller!”

I grinned, excited to test yet another of my fetishes out today. “What animal do you have in mind?”