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Unread 10-05-2023   #1
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Searching for new Artist/Authors for AgeArts

Hello everyone!

Since there has been another ban wave over DA including lots of AR/AP artists I thought I invite you guys to AgeArts!

If there is a place where you would like to share your work whether you are a newcomer or an old rider feel free to contact me.
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Unread 10-12-2023   #2
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Re: Searching for new Artist/Authors for AgeArts

Will this do?

As the night enveloped the room in darkness, their newborn daughter, who had been gently placed in the crib, began to experience a transformation of her own. The room was still, the only sounds the soft whispers of the night.

Her growth was autonomous, a reflection of her physical desires and needs. It was in this solitude that she would embark on a journey of rapid maturation, a night that would take her from infancy to adulthood in the span of eight hours.

The first sign of her transformation was subtle, almost imperceptible. Her once-small frame began to stir, her tiny limbs extending, and her fingers and toes growing longer. The process was accompanied by a sense of stretching and tingling, as her body adapted to the changes taking place.

The crib, which had once cradled her in the form of a newborn, now seemed insufficient. As her legs lengthened and her arms became more defined, she kicked against the soft bedding, her movements filled with newfound strength and vitality.

Her petite frame stirred, as her once-dimpled limbs extended and reached for newfound potential. Her fingers and toes, once minuscule, began to grow longer with grace, a gentle tingling sensation accompanying the process. The proportions of her limbs shifted subtly, adding a delicate length to her extremities.

Her legs, once chubby and short, undertook a graceful evolution. They lengthened with every passing moment, the transformation fluid and symmetrical. The thighs, previously round and childlike, began to take on the slender contours of a young girl, their lines accentuated by the promise of youthful grace.

Her arms, initially tiny and delicate, gained definition and strength. They too extended, reaching for the elegance of youth. Her hands, once fragile and petite, now held the grace of a young girl. Her fingers, more slender and agile, hinted at the newfound dexterity of childhood.

The crib, which had cradled her as a newborn, bore witness to her physical changes. As her legs grew longer, they extended beyond the crib's confines, and her tiny arms, now more defined, no longer fit within its boundaries. Her legs hung over the crib's edge, a symbol of her growing limbs. The crib, a symbol of her infancy, began to seem insufficient, unable to accommodate the burgeoning girl she was becoming.

The infant who had once been content within the crib's boundaries was now transitioning into a young girl, her limbs embracing the grace and vitality of childhood. Her legs and arms, once tiny and compact, were now too long for the crib, a physical representation of her metamorphosis.

Over the course of the night, her growth was relentless. Each passing moment brought forth a new change, as her body underwent a profound transformation.

As the night unfurled its velvety tapestry of transformation, the newborn daughter embarked on a journey that would continue to change her from girlish innocence to the ripe bloom of womanhood. Her metamorphosis was relentless, each moment ushering in new changes, casting aside the remnants of her girlhood and replacing them with the delicate, elegant features of a young woman.

It all began with her chest, an area that had once been devoid of contours and curves. Her breasts, like whispers of promise, began to emerge. The transformation was initially subtle, the soft mounds barely perceptible. They were like dormant seeds awakening from their slumber, destined to bloom into fullness.

The hours passed with a grace and beauty that mirrored the natural world awakening with the dawn. Her hips, once barely distinguishable, widened and sculpted, her waist becoming more defined as her body matured. The curves of her figure, initially faint impressions on the canvas of her being, grew with increasing elegance. Her body seemed to understand the beauty of symmetry, and it was as if nature itself was guiding the transformation.

Her chest, though still modest in size, was no longer the featureless expanse it had been before. The soft swell of her breasts had blossomed with the artistry of nature, transforming her from a child to a young woman. As the night wore on, her measurements painted a more vivid picture of her changing form. From an initial flatness that barely registered, her chest now had the gentle fullness of an emerging youth.

The flesh of her breasts, with their blossoming potential, stretched and plumped with each passing hour. Her areolas, once small and almost imperceptible, had darkened and expanded to meet the demands of her burgeoning womanhood. The transformation was like watching the petals of a delicate flower unfurl, and her measurements captured the essence of this awakening.

As she entered her teenage years, her body's development mirrored the physical desires of a girl her age. Hormonal surges coursed through her, causing her to experience powerful desires and needs. Her body responded to the changes, leaving her breathless and yearning for something she couldn't quite comprehend.

The hours passed, and her growth accelerated, much like a time-lapse of nature's beauty. Her youthful face, which had once held the innocence of a child, began to mature, her features taking on a delicate beauty.

The progression continued to her hips, which widened with a grace that spoke of the woman she was destined to become. Her pelvis, the foundation of her changing form, was sculpted by nature's hand. The measurements painted a portrait of elegance as her hips expanded to accommodate the womanly curves that would define her.

The waist, once a soft, undefined expanse, now took on a new character. It caved inward, creating a graceful contrast to the fullness of her hips. Her measurements revealed the delicate interplay of her maturing form, capturing the essence of her blossoming femininity.

Her face, the canvas of her identity, also underwent a transformation. The youth that had once defined her features was giving way to a subtle maturity. Her cheeks, no longer cherubic, took on a more sculpted appearance. The contours of her jawline, once soft and undefined, now held the delicate promise of adulthood.

The dimensions of her face, as captured by the measurements, portrayed the subtle changes that were taking place. Her eyes, still bright with the innocence of a child, were surrounded by eyelids that seemed to understand the beauty of subtlety. Her nose, once petite and unassuming, was growing in length, enhancing her features with an elegant touch.

In the stillness of the night, she explored the newfound sensations and emotions that had awakened within her. Her fingers traced the soft contours of her body, and her desires, though intense and confusing, were an integral part of her maturation.

As the night drew to a close, the eight-hour transformation was complete. The crib, which had once cradled a newborn, could no longer bear the weight of her maturing body, and it creaked under the strain before finally breaking, leaving her lying on the floor.

The fully grown duplicate offspring emerged from the night's transformation as a vision of youthful beauty and grace. Her appearance was a reflection of the desires and genes that had shaped her, resulting in a woman who embodied the physical ideals that he had desired.

She stood at a height of approximately 5 feet 7 inches, her stature a harmonious blend of elegance and poise. Her height was a testament to her graceful presence, allowing her to move with the confidence of a young woman.The proportions of her face were a work of art.

Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of deep hazel, were framed by long, dark lashes. They held an expression of both intelligence and warmth, reflecting the inner depth of her character. Her nose was straight and delicate, adding to the symmetry of her facial features. Her lips, a shade of soft rose, were naturally full and inviting, giving her an air of sensuality that was both subtle and captivating. Her skin, flawless and radiant, glowed with a youthful vibrancy.

She appeared to weigh around 120 pounds, giving her a lithe and athletic appearance and possessed a healthy, slender figure, her weight well-distributed across her frame. Her proportions were the embodiment of youthful beauty.

Her chest was ample, boasting a size that harmonized with the rest of her body. The swell of her breasts was evident, accentuated by the gentle curve of her waist. Her arms, similarly, were well-defined and graceful, showcasing a subtle athleticism that complemented her slender figure.

Her hips flared out gracefully, creating a pleasing hourglass shape. The taper of her waist and the curve of her hips added to her allure, emphasizing her feminine grace. Her legs were long and toned, a testament to her youthful vitality. They appeared strong and shapely, enhancing her overall presence.

Her hair, a rich and lustrous chestnut, cascaded down her back in loose waves, reaching just above her waist. It framed her face with a natural elegance and added to her overall attractiveness.

Her apparent age was that of a young adult, likely in her early twenties. Her features bore the vivacity and vitality of youth, a testament to the genes that had guided her rapid maturation.

Undeterred, she continued to explore her newfound desires. The room, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, was her playground, a canvas for her burgeoning desires and needs.

As her body had rapidly matured throughout the night, the sensations and emotions that accompanied her transformation had intensified. The surge of hormones coursed through her veins like a torrent, leaving her yearning and breathless. She had grown into a woman with a body that ached for exploration and understanding.

Her fingers, once small and delicate, now traced the contours of her figure with a new sense of purpose. The soft swell of her breasts, their curves a testament to her maturation, beckoned her touch. The skin was warm and inviting, and her touch elicited a gasp of pleasure that was both foreign and exciting.

The gentle curve of her hips, a feature that had emerged with grace and elegance, seemed to invite her hands to explore further. Her fingers danced along her bellybutton, tracing the line that marked the transition from girlhood to womanhood. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she marveled at the newfound depths of her desires.

Her breath quickened as her fingers ventured lower, where the apex of her desires lay. The softness of her thighs, now mature and full, met her touch with a warmth that made her pulse quicken. Her body responded with an intensity she couldn't have imagined, and she arched her back as pleasure surged through her.

The room, once a place of serenity, was now a sanctuary for her burgeoning desires. Her movements were guided by an innate sense of exploration, a need to understand the transformation that had taken place within her. Her fingers continued their dance, the soft melodies of pleasure building in intensity.

Her body had become a temple of sensations, a realm of pleasures she had never known before. Each touch, each caress, seemed to unlock new depths of desire within her. She was no longer the newborn placed in the crib but a woman in the throes of awakening.

As the night continued, she explored every inch of her body, discovering the sensitive points that elicited waves of pleasure. Her movements were a symphony of desire, an exploration of self that was both intense and intimate. She was a woman who had matured rapidly, and she was eager to understand the depths of her newfound desires.

Her breathless moans filled the room, her cries of pleasure echoing in the stillness of the night. The moonlight bathed her in its gentle glow as she gave in to the sensations that enveloped her. The room, once a place of serenity, had become a haven for her desires, a sanctuary for her burgeoning needs.

She was a woman in the truest sense, her body responding to the call of nature with an intensity that left her trembling. Her fingers, now wet with desire, continued their exploration, moving with a purpose that left her yearning for more.

The night was a journey of self-discovery, a passage into womanhood that was both beautiful and intense. Her body had grown to match her age, and her desires had matured with her. She was a woman in the fullness of her sensuality, and she reveled in the pleasures that her newfound desires brought.

As the night wore on, she found herself gasping for breath, her body wracked with sensations that left her teetering on the edge of a profound release. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, a testament to the intensity of her exploration.
It was a night of awakening, a night in which she discovered the depths of her desires and the beauty of her own body. The room had witnessed her transformation from a newborn to a woman, and as the moonlight bathed her in its gentle glow, she surrendered to the pleasures that had awakened within her.
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Unread 10-13-2023   #3
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Very nice! The writing of the whole story with such depths of the description of the change... Love to see more of you

IF you wish your work is welcome.
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