Aging Love WIP

Hey all. Here's the WIP to the next exclusive story that will be released. This first chapter will be released on DeviantArt, while the complete story will be released here on Patreon. All will happen very soon.

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Her upper legs and behind exposed themselves gradually, overflowing her panties as they enlarged. Clara folded her back in ecstasy, flaring her butt out at a drastic angle. Erratic eruptions of cellulose patches quickly overcame the deepening folds formed below her lower buttcheeks, fully visible. The skin was becoming pliable, giving way, the underlying musculature shifting into a firmer build, making Clara into a fuller, larger woman.

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"The Chaos Orb is a trivial magical device containing a limited amount of chaos magic-potential. If slowly released, the contained energy can alter the current reality scene, modifying past and future time streams of near objects, souls and ethers in such as 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 live souls are targeted, with added life experience of extreme and peculiar events, giving way to an all-encompassing, larger-than-life, megalomaniac personality. Erotic augmentation, a close cousin to chaos, is a very common side effect.

Chapter 1 - Searching for solutions

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

"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 psychological 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 way."

"Just say it."

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

Will looked away from Clara to stare 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?" she reflected.

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

"When you...?"

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

"Oh..."

"Hey!" Will abruptly turned to Clara again. "It was you who said openness is good." He glanced downwards slightly. "And besides, I think I'm cooking here. Just let me elaborate."

Clara produced a slight smile.

"Sure, man. Cook away."

"So," Will started, looking 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 raised pointed upwards with his right hand. "But I, am, as always, and differently from you, 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.

"Is that supposed to be a solution?"

"Indeed." A self-satisfied smirk curled at the corners of Will's lips. "This, my dear, is stored chaos energy." Will 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. "How is tha-"

"Let me finish," Will interrupted. He raised his other finger in an explanatory gesture. "What I just said, summarized for the common folk, really just means that releasing this thing will make the current situation more... interesting. Which is exactly what we are in need of in this particular situation."

"Sure," Clara confirmed, Will's pedantic tone clearly taking a toll on her good nature.

"Yeah." Will continued smiling as he talked. "Are you scared?"

"I'm not scared, just surprised by your bullshit. Which really, I shouldn't be."

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

"You are not a Messiah." Clara tried to channel her exasperation into a sly smile. "You are a lesser chaotic deity. And not even that... you're... like... an imp." Her eyes narrowed. "One of the many imps of stupidity and weirdness." She paused for a moment, thinking. "And gay thoughts," she finally concluded.

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

Will then decided that Clara was a dire need of his staple wrestle-choke-slash-hug, a move he had perfected over their years together. It didn't go well.

"Will!" Clara screeched. "You fuck!"

Clara clutched her panties as green light beams swiftly penetrated her pussy. "You have you done, you bitch!"

Will's eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. "I... I'm sorry Cla-"

"I don't give a fuck!"

Clara screamed as a sharp pain irradiated her lower body.

"You..." she yelled again. "You... you pervert dropped your pervert magical sex toy..." She firmly clutched her pubic region with both hands. "Right... right behind 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 just been launched by some sudden explosion. "Clara... I'm... I'm sorry..." He repeated, staring at Clara's contorted figure. "I... I don't remember what the effects are... when it happens this way..." His voice was shaking.

"I-" Clara suddenly stopped breathing. Her eyes rolled into her skull. A generous amount of course hair had sprouted across her pelvic region, and as it thickened, it now started to emerge 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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