"Keep her mentally 3 for now," Jennifer said. "But, can you control how fast or slow the age changes happen?"
"I think so," Bob replied.
"Good. I want you to make her 90 years old," Jennifer said. "But nice and slow. Like say half a year every minute?"
"I can give it a try," Bobby said, activating his ring at Ashley.
Jennifer picked up one of her Barbie dolls and handed it to the middle aged woman. "Go play Barbies, sweetie," she said. "We have grown up stuff to do."
"'Kay" Ashley replied. She wandered off, clutching the doll.
"Now let's get down to business," Jennifer said. "I wanted to remain 40 for a reason. Make yourself 25 again and get on that bed!"
"Now you are talkin' my language!" Bob said, regressing himself from 46 to 25.
Jennifer lept onto Bob's younger body, her enourmous breasts waving in his face.
"I'm so happy to be the older one here baby," she said. "Now I'm going to show you what a real cougar can do."
Meanwhile, downstairs, Ashley was happily playing with her dolls. Her body had aged to 57, with hardly any visible changes. Her hair was slightly getting duller in color and her skin was becoming more puckered throughout her body as her remaining muscle tone began to relax. She of course had no concept of any of this.
Upstairs, Jennifer was kneeling in front of Bob. She had taken his manhood into her mouth and began to offer him pleasure, which he gratefully accepted. She did this for five minutes, as ...
"Vroom vroom!" said the 60-year-old toddler as she pushed Barbie in her roadster. Her long hair was now almost completely gray. Her arms had developed a droop to them, and that too was beginning to wrinkle. The lines on her face had began to deepen, and her jowls began to succumb to gravity's pull.
Upstairs, Jennifer aggresively pushed Bob onto the bed. She sat with her nether region in his face, his manhood in hers, and they began to orally pleausre each other. Finally, after 10 minutes, Jennifer screamed in ecstacy as she climaxed.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Ashley was having fun flying Barbie around the room. "Barbie save the day!" cackled the 66-year-old. She looked into a hall mirror as she passed. Her liver spots, her sun blotches, her large breasts hanging there like two wrinkled balloons ... none of it phased her. "I big girl," she said as she went back to her game.
Upstairs, Jennifer was on top of Bob and riding him in the throws of passion. They kept it up for nearly ten minutes before they were able to both climax in unison.
"You were amazing," purred Jennifer.
"You weren't so bad yourself," Bob replied as he spooned her. "I could just lay here all day."
"I could too," Jennifer replied. "But let's go check on Ashley first."
The two got up and headed downstairs without getting dressed. They were amazed by what they saw.
Sitting Indian-style, surrounded by dolls, was a 72-year-old ... now 73-year-old woman. Vericose veins were evident in her legs, her knees knobby. Still by no means fat, her flabby, wrinkeled stomach drooped down. Her wrinkled, withered, once pendulous breasts lay on her stomach with wide cleavage, nipples pointed down. her upper chest was riddled with both wrinkles and sun spots. Liver spots and veins were evident in her bony hands, and her upper arms were both droopy and wrinkly. Her long gray hair appeared dry, with strands of white slowly beginning to weave their way through. The skin of her neck was loose and wrinkly, and though she may have once had a double chin, it was barely noticeable as her jowls hung low. Wrinkles and eye bags were deep into her face. Bob had to remind himself that only hours ago he had sex with this woman as a young, busty, nubile 21-year-old blonde.
"Hi Jenny," Ashley said in a cackle sounding decades older than the low purr Jennifer spoke in at 40. "My knees are owie." Apparently osteoperosis had begun to set in; she slowly began to hunch over as well.
"Those rings are absolutely amazing," Jennifer said. "Now what to do about Ashley?"