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I've been having a bit of writer's block recently, so I thought instead of doing longer stories, I'd make some shorter captioned stories instead. I used a randomiser to pick out some pictures I have saved to see what I could come up with.

(Age Progression, Teen > Middle Age)

So let me go over the plan one last time. You want me to act as your dad so I can convince the school to let you join the drama club trip to New York despite the fact you're not a member? I dunno man, it's pretty convoluted. Wouldn't it be easier to join the club? We could always use another stagehand. It's just... This is different from playing a role, the costume has literally made me a father figure. Besides, what if they know what your dad looks like? We barely resembled each other before I grew up, and I definitely don't look like him now. No offence but I have more hair than him, I'm in much better shape, and I'm far more handsome too... Damn, I grew up to be awesome... Yeah yeah, I know! It's only "temporary", but can't I take a few minutes to check out the goods before I have to... Sigh, fine! But after I've nailed my greatest role by convincing the school board it would be discriminatory to not let you go on the trip, I'm taking advantage of this opportunity. We did split the costume fee after all, and I'm going to get my money's worth. I wonder if I can get into a bar without ID...

(Age Swap, Young Adult < > Old)

"*Yawn* G'morning, old man. how are you feeling today?"

"Awful, and you know it... You've done it again!"

"Done what?"

"Left your cock hanging out of your boxers!"

"Oh, did I? Silly me, it's so hard to put back when you're constantly erect, I tend to forget about it."

"Don't act so aloof, you do it on purpose! Like you're mocking me..."

"Of course not!"

"Yes you do, you parade around the home in your underwear, casually flashing your cock when you get the chance. And you always let me know how muscular you are, or how youthful you are, or how virile you are"

"I think you'll find I'm as fit as a fiddle. No more joint pains or diabetes. And I'm fucking like crazy! Everyone wants a piece of this hot stuff."

"Sigh, not viral, virile! I don't want to hear any more of your sexual exploits, it's depressing..."

"Hmm... You know what is viral? My OnlyFans account, I've racked up thousands of followers since starting it. Yup, it's good to be young, dumb and hung in the digital era! The amount people will pay for dick pics is ridiculous. I really can't believe you gave up your youth for my measly fortune when you could've been doing this instead!"

"Believe me, I regret that decision every single day, and I'll keep regretting it to the day I die, which can't come soon enough at this point... Now make yourself useful for once and get my medication..."

(Age Progression, Boy > Young Adult)

Ohmigosh guys, you have got to check this place out! They got this cool Norse exhibit with lots of real viking armour, and weapons, and even one of those super long boats! And there's this water spring right in the middle with this whole legend that drinking from it makes you a better warrior. You're not supposed to touch it, but nobody's actually watching so I put some in my water bottle 'cause I was thirsty. And the water made me grow super big and beefy, and it gave me a beard! Oh, and I got this cool souvenir goblet and viking hat from the gift shop. Did you know real vikings didn't have horns on their helmets? I learned that here! Anyway, I'm gonna go back in with my cool new hat and my awesome goblet to see if drinking more will give me long hair like Thor, see ya!

(Age Swap, Boy < > Young Adult)

"Woah... That's not what I was expecting" Noel mumbled as he approached the mirror. He only wanted to try his uncle's boxers on to imagine what it'd be like to be his size. He definitely didn't imagine they would react to his wimpy body and force him to grow up until those dreams became reality. He stared at himself, taking in his bald head, his thick beard, his athletic body. "Uncle Joey's not gonna believe this..." he said with a smirk.

"Think again..." came a small voice from behind him.

Noel turned around to see a frail kid wearing a pair of superhero underwear. He didn't recognise the boy, but he did recognise those undies. He tried to stifle a laugh and asked "Uncle Joey?? Did you..."

The boy pouted and said "Perhaps I did... But only because I thought it'd be hilarious if they fit! That is, until they actually did... Stop laughing! You're the one who's hairy and bald!"

"Yeah, but at least I'm not a little kid!" Noel walked up to his pint-sized uncle and ruffled his hair. "Looks like we both let our imaginations run wild, huh?"

(Age Swap, Boy < > Old)

Hey there little man, what's wrong? You look surprised to see your ol' grandpa in the flesh. Well, I suppose I did use to be your grandson, but not anymore! That magic medal worked like a treat. It swapped our lives so I'm an old man and you're a little boy now. Isn't it awesome? Aww, I don't know why you're so upset. You get to be a kid again! You don't have to go to work, you can eat whatever you want with no regrets, and play recklessly without throwing your back out. Now now, you don't want to be a fat, smelly old man again, do you? Look at me, I'm 68 years old. Do you want hair everywhere but on top of your head? A big belly and white beard like Santa? Aching joints and a pair of dentures? No, of course not. You should enjoy being young while you still can. You won't be 11 forever you know, why waste it on such fantasies. That's it, listen to your ol' grandpa, and forget about wanting to be an elderly man like me. Now run along and leave this old-timer to get dressed... Phew, I almost thought he'd catch on! Who wants to be a dumb little kid when you can be a retired, hairy, old bear. No school, no work, no responsibilities... I can't wait for mom... I mean, my daughter, to pick him up so I can sit back with a pipe and some beer! But first, I'd better get rid of that medal before he gets any ideas to swap back...

(Age Progression, Teen > Middle Age)

I can't believe how hairy I am. It's literally everywhere on my body. Well everywhere but my head... I didn't even know your butt could be so hairy! Like, I know dad's a hairy guy but even he doesn't have as much body hair as I have now. It feels so odd to have a beard on my face and nothing on my scalp. And I don't like scratching my back and feeling hair... Man, if only all that hair was stillk on my head instead of my back, and my shoulders, and my butt... If I knew that maturity potion would lead to this, I wouldn't have bothered making it. I thought it'd only make me ten years older, tops. I definitely didn't expect to be middle aged. If only I thought things through... Why did I think being an adult would be so great anyway? I'm basically like dad, but balder and hairier... Whelp, I guess I'd better get started. It's going to take ages to get rid of all this stinkin' hair...

(Age Progression, Young Adult > Old)

"Check it out..."

I look up from my book and wince at the sight of my roommate's erect cock. "Ugh, gross!"

Greg smirks and gives it a little stroke. "Don't be prude, we're both men here, right?"

I roll my eyes. "Instead of playing with yourself, maybe you could pick up a book and help me find something to reverse the curse that sorority put on you."

He chuckles lightly. "I'm sorry. It's just nice to know I can still get it up at this age without needing Viagra. Something to add to the list of positives. I think I'll place it above 'needing less shampoo' but below 'senior citizen discount'..."

"Don't be so dramatic. If there's a curse that can turn someone into an old man, there has to be a counter-curse right?" I wait for a response. "Greg?" I look up from my book to find he was still entirely focused on his dick.

I slap him on the knee, and he jolts upwards, saying "Huh? Sorry! I'm a little distracted. Who knew old men could be so horny..."

I stare at him wearily. I was beginning to see why he was cursed to begin with. He can't seem to keep it in his pants, even as a senior citizen. If there was a lesson to be learned, he wasn't learning it. I close my book and sigh. "I wish you'd take this more seriously..."

He raises an eyebrow. "I'm trying. But maybe you could help me with something else for now..." He gestures to his throbbing cock and winks. "I know you want to, you've spent most of today checking me out..."

I look up into his wrinkled, furry face with annoyance. It was true, but he didn't have to say it out loud... I groan "Alright... But only to get you focused on getting back to normal!"

I take the throbbing behemoth before me with both hands and open my mouth. Greg slips his hands behind his head and moans in satisfaction. "Yup, that's another benefit of old age, twinks with daddy issues..."

(Age Progression, Boy > Young Adult)

I can't believe mom's still making me go to school... It's not fair! I'm a grown-up now, I shouldn't have to be dealing with school. College maybe, but not little kid school! Nobody's going to believe I'm a student, I'm like twice as old as everyone now. They're all gonna think I'm a teacher, or a new assistant, or something... The whole reason I used that amulet was so I could skip school altogether, and I could get a cool job somewhere. But mom says I won't get any work without school 'cause work people know when you haven't been to school... She doesn't understand what it's like, everyone there picks on me. And now they're gonna make fun of my beard and how tall I am and that I'm a grown-up in a little kid classroom... I know I'm bigger than them, that's the problem! I don't wanna go, you can't make me!

(Age Progression, Teen > Young Adult)

As Brent broke free of the ocean's grip, he knew something was different. The first thing he noticed as he waded out of the water was that he'd managed to lose his swimming trunks. The second thing he noticed was how much longer and thicker his cock appeared to be, and that it was now surrounded by curly black hairs. The third thing he noticed was how those hairs spread upwards to cover his torso, his arms, even his face. The fourth thing he noticed was that he had to be taller than his own dad now and exceptionally more muscular to boot. The fifth thing he noticed was the deep, commanding tone of his voice when he called out to his parents, marching up the beach to their private cabana. He smirked upon seeing their stunned, speechless faces. He didn't know how, but he was no longer the weak, cowardly thirteen year old he was when he entered the ocean. Whatever happened to him in the water, it had granted his wish to grow up, to be more confident, to be a man.