“Mom, it’s Darcy and Lily, they’re gonna hang out, ok?” the now teenage Melanie bellowed.
Normally Rick would roll his eyes, the two girls were chubby little brunette 5-year-olds who got on his nerves, and Darcy was a little lovesick for him. But he was curious to see how they were affected by everything.
Rick did a double take. Like his sister, the two appeared to be at least 15 years old. Both had aged out of their chubby phases very differently. Lily had bangs and long straight black hair, a skinny waist and a round ass with large, C-cup breasts. On the other hand, Darcy was a thicker girl (but not fat by any means) curvy with a big ass and D cup breasts that bounced when she walked. Both girls had numerous ear piercings and Darcy also had a small stud in her nose. Actually Rick suddenly realized, so did Melanie.
“Oh, hey Rick,” Darcy said in a flirty way, batting her deep brown eyes at him. “Glad I got to see you.” She bit her lip and winked at him. Rick gulped.
“Umm… good to see you too, Darcy,” he nearly stammered. This girl was gorgeous, and she looked nearly the age HE was supposed to be. He tried another fact-finding quest since she was talking to him.
“Hey Darcy, remind me, how old are you?” Rick asked.
“Silly boy, you know I’m turning 6 in three months,” she cooed at him.
6. Rick couldn’t believe it. She looked at least a decade older. In fact, everyone did.
“Come on, Darce, let’s go play Barbies,” Melanie said, pushing her friend away.
Rick was confused. “Barbies?” He asked. Up until that sentence, they had been acting like teens not 5-year-olds, so he was a bit taken aback. “Why Barbies?”
Melanie rolled her eyes. “You know why. Barbie is an introductory program for us to learn about career paths for young women leaders like us. We need to learn about all careers to make an informed decision.”
Rick realized that reality was trying to keep up with the age changes. Of course 5-year-olds would still play with Barbies even if they looked like teenagers.
“Ok, have fun,” he said.
He went to the kitchen to check on his mom. Renee was nominally 43 years old but not looked closer to early-mid-50s with deeper lines on her face, thicker arms and ass, a paunch and greying hair.
“Everything OK mom?” He asked.
“Oh… yes,” she answered. “I found out both Mr. and Mrs. Martinez died last night. Within hours of each other. So sad.”
Rick gulped.
“Ok well… I’m going to run out for lunch, Ok?”
“Ok sweetie, see you soon.”
Rick was outside when he heard a voice call him. “Rick!”
It was Darcy. Her tits bounced as her curvy body ran to catch up
“Oh, hey!”
“Hey yourself,” she said. “Can I join you for lunch?”
“What about Barbies?” Rick asked.
“Rick, I’m almost 6 years old, I’m going to graduate next year, I think I have learned all I can from Barbies. Let’s go eat?”
“Oh… of course,” Rick said. Reality really was trying to compensate, he figured.
“Great, I’ll drive, my car is right over here,” she said. She took Rick by the hand and they were off.