Jake could almost throttle Matt now. He'd told him to keep an eye on him in his room and he'd abandoned his
duties! Now he had a bald head and large belly for his troubles. He was 43, older than his parents now. Hell,
he was much older than his friend now. He could pass for the teen's father easily. Fuming, he slumped onto the
sofa, his belly becoming more prominent from his slouch. Matt felt guilty about leaving his friend to fend for
himself in the room. How could he lose track of time like that? He was only in there for 15 minutes, and yet
the effects really showed. Matt placed the clock on the table, not realising he'd accidentally nudged the
effects back on, and tried to apologize. "Jake, I'm so sorry! I didn't realise it would happen so fast! I
watched you for like 5 minutes and you didn't even look different, and I needed clothes, and I didn't realise
how long I'd been down here and -". Jake cut him off.
"Look, all I asked of you was to make sure I didn't get too old when trying to find what was in the room, and
you left me to age! Now because of you, I'm 44 years old. I'm bald! I don't know why you felt the need to get
clothes at that moment, but I'm the one to pay the price". Jake massaged his scalp, slightly wincing at the
feel of smoothness instead of hair. If only he'd listened to that man in the shop then maybe he wouldn't be in
this mess.
Matt thought of a way to make it up to his friend, then it came to him. "Well, what if I made myself the same
age as you again. Would that make it up to you?".
Jake stroked his greying beard, the one thing he was actually glad to have gained in this experience, and
thought about it. "It could make me feel better. Or even greater, you could make yourself older than me, while
I can go back to the store to find out how to return back to normal".
Matt considered his friend's proposition. "Well if it gets you to shut up about what I did, then I don't mind
gaining more years in age. Then I'll have my own beard, better than this scruff on my jaw. I might even be as
bald as you".
Jake laughed and shook his friend's hand. "It's a deal. You'll become older than 45, and I'll go talk to that
man. The shop's only around the corner, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem if I went without a shirt
on". He got up from the sofa with a loud grunt, and went to leave the room, but turned on the spot and said "I
don't know how long I'll be so you should probably adjust the clock. I think the thing we thought was the
alarm actually changes how quickly you age. Just remember, I'm 45 right now. Wouldn't want to come home to a
corpse".
He left the room while Matt reached out for the clock. Jake put on a pair of his dad's shoes, fitting just a
bit tight. Suddenly, he realised he'd aged an extra 2 years. Damn that Matt, he must of turned it on again! He
walked to the mirror in the hallway to see how he looked, not seeing his reflection since last entering his
room, he was shocked at how different his face looked. The top of his head was devoid of hair, a strip of
black and grey hair surrounded the sides. His beard had grown longer and was almost completely grey, covering
the second chin he'd developed. Lines crossed his rounded face, the skin starting to sag down from gravity. He
knew he needed a pair of glasses, everything looking slightly fuzzy. Although the shop was just around the
corner from his home, seeing his reflection made him self-conscious of leaving without a shirt, his bloated,
hairy body not exactly the type he himself would like to pass on the street. He sucked in his gut as much as
he could and left the house, hoping he didn't bump into someone he knew in this condition.
Matt grabbed the clock while Jake left the room, turning it over in his hand to see where to turn it on. He
noticed with a drop in his gut that it was already on. He must of turned it on accidentally while talking to
Jake. Hopefully Jake didn't age too much while in here. He was 45 when he left the room, but Matt couldn't
remember what age he was when he entered the room with the clock. In fact, he couldn't remember how old his
friend was when he answered the door to him earlier on. Maybe he shouldn't go through with his promise. But
Jake was so pissed at him at the moment, he might not appreciate it if he wasn't any older when he got back.
Matt turned the dial a bit, hopefully in the right direction, not wanting to end up too old. He was currently
18 years old, just starting to grow his first beard. His naked body was starting to get hairier, but he
doubted he'd end up as hairy as his friend. However he was taller than Jake by about 4 inches. Of course, he
was also a lot thinner than him, being over 25 years younger than him for the time being. Matt leaned back on
the sofa and turned on the TV, trying to keep Jake's age fresh in his mind so he wouldn't over-do it.