Matt scrolled through, astounded by how detailed the program was. The guy he thought was his childhood friend
turned out to actually be a kid who had used it to become a teenager. Not only that, but had made it so
everyone was aging 5 years every day. Thinking about it, Matt didn't want to wait that long to be older,
especially now he had something that could make him any age he wanted. He had often dreamed of this exact
situation and knew exactly what to do now. He pulled up the age option on his profile, and made an extreme
change to his age that most people would never consider doing and hit enter, hoping it really worked.
"So what did you go for then?" Jay questioned.
"I changed my age. Your 5 years a day thing is too slow for me. I want to be older now. Much older." Matt
replied, smirking at himself. Jay was about to ask just how old he chose when the changes started.
Matt felt itchy all over. He took off his shirt to see hair growing over his torso, starting in the centre of
his chest and quickly flourishing outwards, giving him a satisfying coating. He brought a hand up to feel the
new body hair. Another hand went to his face as he felt the scruff on his face had thickened considerably,
lengthening into what felt like an impressive beard for a man his age. Or at least he guessed for whatever age
he currently was. He had to find a mirror. The bathroom was just around the corner from Simon's room. He ran
in and saw a hirsute man of about 25 years old standing in his place. He had hair all over, comparable to his
friend's grandfather whom he'd admired for a while now. He had packed on some muscle under the mat of hair
covering his body but Matt knew that wouldn't last long. Jay tried to follow Matt into the room, but Matt
closed the door in his face and locked it. He didn't want his friend seeing him just yet.
Now he was alone, he pulled off his pants and grabbed his large cock with one of his meaty hands, ready to
wank. He'd fantasized about this happening to him many a countless night, but he didn't expect his fantasy to
actually become true. He looked like he'd entered his thirties now, gray hairs popping up at random throughout
his facial hair. The hair on his head was starting to recede now, slowly retreating back towards the bald spot
that was appearing. He rubbed his cock furiously, knowing it could be his last erection he might ever get. The
muscular physique he had in his twenties was already diminishing. His abs had disappeared behind a layer of
fat, his stomach bulging slightly. He put a hand to his head, feeling the hair underneath disappear, leaving
behind bare skin. Within a few minutes, he'd gone from a full head of hair to being completely bald, a thin
horseshoe shaped layer of greying hair left around his head. Teeth showed through his facial hair as he smiled
to himself. It was really happening!
Matt guessed that he was entering his forties now, his beard now a grayish hue as more and more hairs lost
their youthful colour. The gray was spreading, appearing throughout his chest and stomach hair. Lines were
etching their way across his once youthful face, crows feet and laughter lines deepening in his looser skin.
His belly had grown considerably larger, now bulging outwards and hanging down, his arm slapping against the
side of it as he continued masturbating. He could feel his cock starting to get softer in his hand, but he
just managed to ejaculate an abnormal amount of cum over the sink and mirror before erectile dysfunction
kicked in, and his cock sunk back down, disappearing under the bulk of his belly.
Matt grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off the mirror, gleefully thinking how he might never experience an
ejaculation again. The man in the mirror was in his fifties now, his beard was completely grey, with the rest
of his body hair soon to follow suit. His once toned pecs had diminished drastically, now shapeless blobs
drooping down onto his large belly, the nipples pointing towards the ground. His stomach was even larger,
protruding further outwards and blocking the view of his cock, now half its original size and no longer useful
for sexual activity. His eyesight started to get blurry, signalling the need for a good pair of glasses.
Squinting, he couldn't tell how much longer he had to go. He was starting to get vague aches and pains around
his body, his hands succumbing to joint pain from arthritis. His arms were starting to wrinkle as his skin was
becoming looser. His face wasn't fairing much better as the skin sagged down by gravity, his multiple chins
hidden by his white beard, deeper wrinkles dug into his forehead and around the eyes, liver spots blemishing
his smooth scalp.
A sudden jerk within Matt signalled the end of the changes. A pair of big glasses appeared on his face, making
it easier for him to see the new 70 year old body he had. Fat, hairy, wrinkled. He revelled in his lost youth
and new-found maturity. He would of been aroused if his cock still worked. He ran his tongue around his mouth
feeling nothing but gum, before spotting a pair of false teeth by the sink. He stuffed them in his mouth. The
pants he pulled off earlier had changed in size to fit his new body, a pair of suspenders attached to them. He
struggled to reach down to pick them up, grunting loudly from back pain. With a bit of trouble, he finally
managed to get them on. He looked around for a shirt, but remembered that he left it in Jay's dad's room. He
looked back at himself in the mirror, still not believing he made himself over 50 years older. He rubbed his
face, feeling more like a rubber mask than the smooth skin he was used to, but pulling on his saggy skin
brought more pain, proving it was real. He lifted up his huge belly that drooped several inches over his pants
to see if he'd done them up right, before dropping it down again, enjoying the feeling of it jiggling about.
Then Matt grabbed his chest in pain and realised he should probably check the Chronivac to see what medical
problems his new aging body had. Walking over to the door, another sharp pain ran up his leg, and he briefly
wondered if there was a cane somewhere nearby.
Jay had been waiting a while for his friend to leave the bathroom, wondering what was taking him so long.
Checking the Chronivac only showed the changes were still in progress and wouldn't tell him what they were.
Finally, he heard the bathroom door unlock and open. He looked out of the bedroom door to see what his friend
looked like, expecting a man his father's age given the way he spoke. But words couldn't describe his reaction
to seeing a man older than his grandfather come out. His weathered face crinkled in pain whenever he stepped
with his left leg, slowly making his way to the bedroom. He was obese with sagging man-tits and a huge belly
covered with white hair that matched the thick white beard he had, inversely matching the lack of hair atop
his head. If he weren't topless, Jay noticed an oversized shirt where Matt had dropped it, he could of bared
resemblance to Santa. The old man just barely made it through the doorway before he collapsed onto the bed,
his breathing sharp and ragged. Jay was the first to speak. "Holy. Shit. What the fuck did you do to
yourself?"
"Watch your language. I made myself older. I told you that when I started" Matt said, his voice gruff and
rattled from age.
"Yeah, but when you said older, I thought you meant like my dad's age. Not my granddad's age!".
"Oh I'm even older than your granddad, son. I made myself 70 years old, soon to be 75 by tomorrow if you keep
your aging contraption working". He coughed loudly, sputtering saliva everywhere, then added with a grin "if I
live that long anyway".
Jay was horrified. His friend had aged himself to the brink of death, and didn't seem phased about dying at
all! "Why did you make yourself so old? We need to fix this right now".
Matt reached a wrinkled hand out to his friend to stop him, his arthritis causing him to wince. "No, I wanted
this. As weird as it sounds, it's always been a fantasy of mine to rapidly age into an old man and that
machine did it for me. Although I should probably check it to see what medical conditions I now have. I want
to keep the ol' ticker going for as long as I can." He had another coughing fit, his chest aching from the
strain.
Jay complied with his ancient friend's wishes, finding a list of his health under his profile. It didn't look
good to him at all and despite being able to do seemingly everything, the Chronivac wasn't able to cure what
Matt had. He side-eyed the old man, who was now coughing into a handkerchief slightly stained with specks of
blood. If he didn't turn off the temporal increase, Matt would be dead by the end of the day. Of course, he
could always turn Matt back to his original age. He didn't want to attend his best friend's funeral any time
soon.