Treat your elders with respect! Part 2
By Ross
Macy whizzed home in her pink Porsche, the one her incredible husband Timothy had bought her. As she drove, her memories totally shifted, until her life as Ms. M became her reality. She was a 41 year old trophy wife. She had met her husband 6 years ago at a country club meeting with her previous (and now ex) husband. With Timothy, she was on marriage number three and loving it. Sure, she was getting up there and constantly had her guard up whenever the tight, sexy young girls at the clubhouse flirted with Hubby, but she worked hard to keep herself fit and sexy. Six days a week at the gym, plus teaching one class a week at the local college (Timothy had “donated” a six figure amount to get her a position there) kept her busy. Plus, fucking Timothy on a daily basis and the occasional college stud kept those calories off her! She was a trophy wife, and she loved it. Driving home, she began fantasizing about her Hubby and his big, hard cock she loved to ride. She could hardly wait! By the time she finally arrived home, she was dripping wet and had nearly crashed three times!
Macy burst open the door, and pounced onto Hubby then and there. She practically attacked him! She didn’t have time to lead him into the bedroom, let alone even completely undress herself. Ripping his clothes off, pulling down her skirt and pushing aside her panties, she stuffed his cock right into her dripping wet, 41 year old pussy. She wasn’t as tight or as strong in stamina as she once was, but she knew all the buttons to press on her Hubby to get him rock hard nonetheless. “Please baby, fuck this pussy, I’m so incredibly wet for, like, you!” She begged with puppy dog eyes and a pout. This drove Timothy crazy. He couldn’t resist his wife, especially when she begged. He loved it. His erection grew as hard as it ever had been, and he bent Macy over the bed and fucked her. Macy gasped as he slid his entire length into her. He may not have had the thickest cock, but he knew how to use it to make Macy go crazy, and she knew just how to reciprocate.
They fucked furiously, Timothy pulling Macy’s hair back with one hand and gripping her tight ass with the other while they pumped, in and out completely in sync with one another. Soon, Macy felt herself nearing the edge. “Oh yes baby! Keep going, don’t sto-stop” she moaned in between thrusts. Finally, it was coming. Her face scrunched up and her eyes closed as she felt it. It was incredible. Complete. Orgasmic. Bliss. Once again, her vision went blurry, and she fell back. Suddenly, the walls shook and her memories came flooding back. She was Macy! But not the 41 year old trophy wife, she was the sexy cheerleader! She had the girly innocence and the tits and ass that drove guys crazy! “What’s going on?! Oh fuck, not again! Someone like, help me!” She cried as she could feel another round of changes coming on. It was like the world stood still as she changed yet again. This time, the changes were much worse. She begged and cried out as her incredible tits slowly deflated, going from DD, to C, all before finally stopping at a size so pathetic should wouldn’t even need a bra to support them. She tried massaging her now mosquito bite tits in vane, and pulling her nipples as tears rolled down her eyes to bring them back to their former glory. She pushed down, and couldn’t even feel anything where he tits once were! Other than two perky nipples, she was met only with skin and bone. “No, this can’t be happening! Why!” But the changes didn’t stop there. Her lovely ass went next. Her hips cracked as they came together, causing her to lose her feminine figure she was so proud of. She didn’t know where to put her hands, on her tits or her ass, as she lost both. Her butt, which once jiggled with every step, shrank and lost it’s muscle mass. Slowly and surely, it suck inwards until she only had the tiniest hint of an ass. She looked like she had the body of an 8th grade girl! No, she had the body even an 8th grade girl would make fun of! “Fuck, no please, please come back! No.. no more!” She cried out as changes continued. This time, she felt herself truly age. Her skin sagged, her toned stomach lost it’s definition. Her hair dulled and nails chipped, as all those hours spent at the saloon on Timothy’s dollar vanished as reality reworked itself. Finally, the changes stopped. She had aged horribly, and cried out. He looked over to see Timothy quickly getting dressed before leaving the room. “Macy, that was a good fuck session but I still can’t give you that promotion. Lynda is just a better candidate, plus she actually has some curves! Better luck next year!” Macy looked around, to find herself in her dirty small apartment. She ran to the mirror, and was shocked by what she saw looking back at her. Once again, the figure moved as she did. Her memories started to become fuzzy as reality started reworking itself, and her one brief moment the memories of her old life as Macy the cheerleader and then Macy the trophy conflicted with Macy the HR butterbody. She took her phone, and went to snap a photo, as if that would somehow make everything go back to normal. It flashed, and she looked at the image and cried. This was her life now. “Macy, what has happened to you?” She moaned
