Brad couldn't wait for the changes to begin. A surge of adrenaline raced through his body as it started. The
hair on his arms and legs was becoming more noticeable. He stretched upwards as the height difference between
you and him lessened. You saw his Adam's apple pop out from his throat and his face was loosing its baby fat,
sharp angles appearing. Patchy stubble started growing on his cheeks and chin, becoming denser with every
passing second. As he neared the end of his teenage years, he started to bulk up with muscle and hair began
growing in waves over his chest and down his stomach into his underwear. Brad couldn't take it any more and
yanked on the underwear, ripping them off his waist to allow his much bigger cock to breathe, swinging out
erect. He grabbed it with one of his huge hairy hands and gasped in pleasure. He gave you a look and said in a
much deeper voice "You don't mind me doing this right?".
You shrug and say "just don't do it in front of me.".
He grinned and ran out of the food court. You follow him into the nearest clothing store where you could hear
his heavy breathing and the occasional moan from a dressing room as he wanked off to his reflection, rubbing
the coarse beard that coated his face. You looked about the store to pass time until he let out a loud bellow.
He came out of the stall, long ropes of cum coating his increasingly hairier torso. He was even more muscular
and his beard had lengthened slightly. He was panting heavily and said "Wow, if it's that good as a man then
actual sex has to be a million times better!". He stroked his hand over his hairy chest, rubbing the cum into
his skin. His cock was getting hard again. You could see that grey hairs were starting to appear in his beard,
popping up at random, but he hadn't noticed. "So how old am I now then?".
"I'd say you're probably around 30, maybe older".
He smiled and said "30 huh? I was expecting something more like 25 but I guess a few more years couldn't
hurt". Brad went back into the stall and studied his reflection. He now saw the grey hairs that were spreading
through his beard, and the slight crinkles starting to appear around his eyes. He had reached his peak
physique, his biceps as big as grapefruits, his abs looked etched from marble. However it looked like he was
starting to lose definition. Looking back at his face, he was surprised to see the grey had spread from his
beard and up to the sides of his hair. Even more surprising was how much bigger his forehead looked. He ran a
hand through his hair, clumps of it falling out. Every swipe of his hand lead to his hair looking ever
thinner. He couldn't believe it. He ran back out to you saying "Dude, what gives? I thought you were going to
stop me at 30. I look older than my dad now! Stop making me older!".
You laugh at him and say "I never made such a promise. You just asked how old you were and I said around 30.
Although you look closer to 40 now. I'm afraid your exact wish was to be older, no matter what. You made no
specifications, so I took some liberties".
He looked scared now. "What kind of liberties?".
"Oh you're going to keep aging for a while now. But don't worry!", you say as you lean over and rub his head,
only wisps of hair remained on his scalp. "I think you're going to make a wonderful grandfather".
Brad let out a yelp and went back to look at his reflection. The lights reflected off his shiny head, now
completely smooth. The ring of hair around the sides had shortened a bit and was a mix of black and grey hair.
His beard had lengthened considerably, probably 3 or 4 inches in length, and had a greyish hue to it. The grey
hair had spread throughout his body hair, which had spread further around his body, a light amount covering
his back. Lines were digging further into his skin as it got looser. His abs had softened and disappeared
behind a layer of fat that was expanding quickly, starting to jut outwards and threatening to droop. His perky
pecs were now saggy slabs of fat. His arms and legs were getting flabby, his hard earned muscles no longer
present. Watching his body deteriorate before his eyes, he yelled out "But I didn't want to be this old! I
only wanted to be 10 years older or so, enough so I had the freedom to do whatever adults do. What made you
think I wanted to be a grandfather?".
"Oh, I knew exactly how old you wanted to be, but that's no fun. Why make you a young hunk when I can make you
an elderly man? Either way, I granted your wish. I guess it teaches you to be more clear with your words".
He had raced through his fifties, and was in his sixties now. He had dark bags under his eyes and large crows
feet radiated from the corner of his aging eyes and laughter lines spread around his mouth. His beard was
completely grey and verging on white, as was the cropped horseshoe of hair surrounding his head. His scalp was
still smooth, but blemishes and liver spots were starting to appear. His belly had grown wider and now hung
down, hiding the view of his cock which had softened and shrunk from erectile dysfunction. His pecs were now
furry breasts which balanced on the bulk of his stomach. The skin on his arms were starting to loosen and
wrinkle, more liver spots appearing on the back of his hands, which were calloused and boney. He was pleading
with you now to stop the changes but you'd already given it a time limit, and you couldn't stop it even if you
tried. He sat on the bench of the changing room, no longer able to keep standing from the pain in his knees.
Tears were streaming down his face as his body hair finally turned completely grey. He was wincing in pain as
arthritis spread through his joints.
You clap your hands together and say "OK, you've finally stopped aging! Welcome to your new life as a 75 year
old".
You clapped again and Brad's naked body was instantly wrapped with a grey suit, suspenders keeping his pants
up as his large belly covered the waistband. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses appeared on his nose and a faded
trilby hat covered his bald dome. His wild white beard was trimmed slightly, becoming well groomed. A cane
appeared in his hands, and he used it to get up off the seat, grunting from a pain in his back. He stared at
his reflection sadly, he was a completely different person now. Hobbling out of the stall, he stares at you
and whispers "Why did you do this?"
You reply "Because you asked me to. Now I'll let you keep your memories, but you won't be able to tell anyone.
From now on, you are your dad's grandfather. I see you have, well had, a younger brother. You are his great
grandfather. Now go out and enjoy your new life. Live every day to its fullest because I wouldn't count on you
living past 80". You click your fingers to restart time, and you both vanished from the store, appearing back
in your original positions before stopping time.
Brad was sat next to his friend again, but his new memories told him he was his great grandson's friend.
They'd bumped into each other at the mall and got to talking about things. Brad wanted to tell him what had
happened, but his mouth wouldn't say the words. He just sighed and tried to get up, only to fall back onto his
butt. His old friend got up and helped him to stand. Brad looked around the food court and couldn't spot you
within the masses of people. He sadly resigned himself to his fate and walked off, feeling pain with every
step, his old friend tagging along to help him back to his grandson's home. You watched him shuffle off,
thinking with a twang of guilt that maybe you shouldn't of made him so old. But he had disappeared from view
now. Maybe if you saw the old man again, you'd make him younger, but for now it was time to find another
victim.