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4/28/2025, 3:00:03 PM
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Granted!
And Happy Birthday!
You are now the newly 18 years of age, favorite student of your 36 year old magical arts teacher!
A shapely, well spoken woman, who's as magically adept as she is generally intelligent, and has been a multiple time archmage candidate. And who of course, loves a particular birthday boy so very very deeply.
You are that birthday boy in question and at 18 are the perfect balance between cute and handsome. Through all the ugly and awkward of puberty, into the strong proportions and physique of adulthood, but with that last hint of boyish charm.
Walking, talking, spellslinging, cougarbait, to put it simply.
And through the unintentionally simultaneous casting of several unnecessarily powerful spells, all in the effort of obeying the letter of the law, the two of you are essentially locked where you are in your lives. No senescence of any kind, essentially natural immortality. So long as you're not killed by something out right, and obviously keep sustaining yourself, you will simply live forever. Your metabolism will stay exactly where it is, no sudden joint or muscle pain, and no cancer.
You'll stay young and spry, on the upswing towards the prime of your life, and she'll stay gracefully matured, delicately on the down swing from her prime.
The problems lie in what else that spell of yours did, which I reiterate, was intended to follow the letter of the law, by preserving all of your teenage sexual urges towards her for your 18th birthday.
Your 18th birthday is now every birthday for the rest of life, technically it should be every day, but I'm bending it a little for the sake of your sanity to just the 9 months of your conception. Which means you're perfectly normal for the three months following your big day, but every day starting from literally the second your father impregnated your mother you enter a sort of developing musth, not in the sense that you grow but that it gets worse progressively up to the day you were born.
Granted!
And Happy Birthday!
You are now the newly 18 years of age, favorite student of your 36 year old magical arts teacher!
A shapely, well spoken woman, who's as magically adept as she is generally intelligent, and has been a multiple time archmage candidate. And who of course, loves a particular birthday boy so very very deeply.
You are that birthday boy in question and at 18 are the perfect balance between cute and handsome. Through all the ugly and awkward of puberty, into the strong proportions and physique of adulthood, but with that last hint of boyish charm.
Walking, talking, spellslinging, cougarbait, to put it simply.
And through the unintentionally simultaneous casting of several unnecessarily powerful spells, all in the effort of obeying the letter of the law, the two of you are essentially locked where you are in your lives. No senescence of any kind, essentially natural immortality. So long as you're not killed by something out right, and obviously keep sustaining yourself, you will simply live forever. Your metabolism will stay exactly where it is, no sudden joint or muscle pain, and no cancer.
You'll stay young and spry, on the upswing towards the prime of your life, and she'll stay gracefully matured, delicately on the down swing from her prime.
The problems lie in what else that spell of yours did, which I reiterate, was intended to follow the letter of the law, by preserving all of your teenage sexual urges towards her for your 18th birthday.
Your 18th birthday is now every birthday for the rest of life, technically it should be every day, but I'm bending it a little for the sake of your sanity to just the 9 months of your conception. Which means you're perfectly normal for the three months following your big day, but every day starting from literally the second your father impregnated your mother you enter a sort of developing musth, not in the sense that you grow but that it gets worse progressively up to the day you were born.
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