Wishing Roles, Part 1 (Bimbofication & MILFication) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A Combined Story Tier Prompt for TG Sorcerer & Rilby

Mike and Hannah share a loving relationship, or at least so Mike thinks. When the couple are out with their single friend Amanda, each of the three make a wish. Mike wishes for a perfect partner, Hannah wishes she could make Mike happy, given that she plans to leave him. And Amanda wishes she could be in a relationship too. All three are about to be in for a shock as relationships are rearranged and the bodies of the two women changed . . .

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Wishing Roles

Part 1: Upon a Star

Mike held his girlfriend’s hand as they walked back home to their apartment through the central city park. He and Hannah had just been catching up with some friends out of town, enjoying some drinks with them and reminiscing about old times. And, as always when he got a bit tipsy, Mike was waxing lyrical about how much he loved - truly loved - his girlfriend.

“You’re the best Hannah,” he said, gripping her hand tighter and leaning against her a little. “You’re seriously the best.”

“Oh Mike, you’re definitely a little tipsy, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m just very relaxed. Relaxed and in love. You look so beautiful tonight and I love you so much.”

It wasn’t a lie: he really did love her, and she really did look beautiful. Mike was in his late twenties, and was no bad specimen himself. He was tall, with broad shoulders and solid muscle mass, a square jaw and dark brown hair that always looked a little messy in just the right, kind of stylised, way. The fact that he had dressed up for the occasion also helped. And yet still, Hannah was in a different league. She was twenty three years old, and the pair had met a little over a year ago. She was tall, elegant, almost elven in her appearance, as if her beauty was somewhat ethereal. This was complimented by her prominent cheekbones and alluring green eyes, not to mention her wavy strawberry blonde hair. Her figure was petite and waifish, but that only added to her beauty instead of detracting from it. Normally, Mike went for curvier girls - he liked big boobs and butts and all that, like any red-blooded male of the human persuasion - but Hannah’s presence commanded something very different, as did the way she smiled softly, spoke musically, and generally appeared in control at all times. It was kind of like dating a goddess at times, and he was thankful each day for that.

“You look very handsome yourself Mike,” she noted, “but try not to be too loud, okay? Amanda is behind us. You know she’s single and bothered by it.”

Mike nodded, taking that in. He turned his head and saw that Amanda was indeed behind them, trailing by about thirty feet or so, no doubt heading back to her own lonely apartment. That loneliness was not an assumption either; despite the fact that the older forty two year old woman was deeply career focused in her administrative role, everyone could tell that she looked wistfully at other couples. It didn’t help that she was a rather frumpy woman; her brown hair was too curly, her face too square, her blemishes too frequent, her figure pudgy in strange places. She even dressed the part, hiding her figure in woollen wear that looked appropriate for a grandmother.

“Poor Amanda,” Mike whispered, turning to look back at Hannah. “If only she could have what we have. True love, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” she said back, biting her lip for a moment. “I mean, of course, babe.”

“Mhm, true love,” the deeply romantic and slightly tipsy Mike said, gazing up at the stars. “We’re so lucky we found each other at that tennis club. God, imagine if I hadn’t gone that day? We might never have ended up meeting, and we wouldn’t have this perfect relationship.”

“That . . . that is sort of true, I guess.”

He placed an arm around her. She didn’t pry herself away, but it should have been clear to Mike that he was missing some cues. For one, Hannah hadn’t actually professed love back, nor had she shown a lot of comfort at his own declarations. On top of that, she was starting to walk faster, and when he went to kiss her she returned it amicably but not at the extended length he clearly desired. From a distance, however, none of this was clear; Amanda behind them sighed softly to herself as she witnessed what seemed to be a perfect display of connection and love. 

Hannah exhaled, realising she had to rip the bandaid off. For two months now she had been contemplating leaving him. She really liked Mike - truly - but he was just . . . just too much! He always wanted to spend time with her, rarely let her have her own space, and was always complimenting her and caressing her and wanting to be around her, even when she went to catch up with her girlfriends. It was damn suffocating, and the worst part was that there was no maliciousness in it at all; he simply loved her down to the depths of his bones, and couldn’t see that she wanted to fly more free. She’d tried talking to him about it, but while he understood what she was saying, the lesson rarely translated to any actual changes. He just wanted to be in her presence, and it was exhausting.

She’d thought about cheating on him. A lot, actually. It would be easy. She knew she was truly beautiful. All she’d have to do would be to go to a club (once she extracted herself from Mike) and wear one of her cute outfits. There’d be a guy there that wanted her, she knew from experience before dating Mike. And then she could go back to his place, have a fun fuck or two or three, and come back home and shower. It was a delightful little dream, but she swore she’d never be a dirty cheater, so it remained that; just a dream. One that told her it was time to get out before she did something she really regretted. She just needed to tell him.

“Mike,” she started. “Can we stop and have a talk for a m-”

“Hey look! Shooting stars! They look incredible.”

Hannah looked up. Amanda behind them, keeping herself respectfully distant, stopped as well. All three were transfixed by the site of numerous shooting stars across the night sky. They were like no shooting stars Mike or the two women had ever seen; the cosmic event was a fiery green in colour, and looked a lot closer than most, burning up in the atmosphere seemingly over the very city itself.

“Wow,” Amanda said to herself.

“Whoa,” Hannah also said. 

Mike took her hand and planted a kiss on her cheek before returning his gaze to the sky. “What a romantic sight, huh?”

Hannah couldn’t agree more. She wanted to badly to tell Mike that it was over, but she recognised that it would be selfish to do so now, especially during such a moment.

“It sure is,” she said quietly.

“We’ll have to make a wish!” he declared. “Remember not to tell me what it is or it won’t come true.”

Hannah rolled her eyes a little. God, he could be such a golden retriever of a human being sometimes. It was endearing, but also a bit maddening. Still, lost in the moment and holding her boyfriend’s hand, she closed her eyes and made her wish.

I wish that I could make him happy, she thought, choosing selflessness. It was true; if she could leave on good terms, she would feel herself to be a much better person.

Mike also made his wish.

My only wish is to be with my perfect partner, he thought. He was thinking of Hannah, of course, caressing her hand in his, but the nonspecificity of his wish was about to change everything.

Lastly, there was Amanda, lurking awkwardly behind them. She’d already said her goodbyes back at the restaurant, so she decided not to interact with the loving couple. Still, the sight of them beneath the glorious sky made her cast her own wish up to it.

I wish I was in a loving relationship with a man who wanted me, she thought.

For just a moment, the sky seemed to glow all the brighter. Three shooting stars broke from the cosmic swarm, and their careening arcs diverged significantly. For a moment, the three figures actually thought they were going to be hit by these arriving meteorites, but instead they gleamed in the sky, breaking apart in the most spectacular fashion. A momentary warmth hit each of the figures, particularly Hannah and Amanda, and then it was past and gone.

“That was awesome,” Mike said. He turned his head. “Did you see that Amanda?”

“Sure did!” the woman replied, a little nervously.

“Did you make a wish?”

“I - yes, I may have!”

Mike laughed quite excitedly. He placed an arm around Hannah and kissed her.

“And you made a wish?” he asked.

“Something like that.”

“Well, let’s hope all three of us get what we wished for,” he said, voice louder again so that the approaching Amanda could hear.

The two women exhaled, just a little. They both wanted exactly that.

But wishes can be fickle, especially when not worded well, and can end you up in strange and unforeseen places.

***

When Hannah got up the next day, it took time to extract herself from Mike. They’d had sex a couple of times before falling asleep, and that was typical when he was tipsy and lusty. She didn’t mind too much, and that was just another annoyance of knowing she had to leave him; he really was a fantastic lover. Still, if he slept in, she might even get a few hours to herself to just work on her studies, read part of a book, maybe even do her yoga without him commenting on how much he liked to watch it (he didn’t say this in a creepy way, either. He was genuinely interested. It would be much easier to dump him if he actually was creepy about it).

It was when Hannah went to the bathroom to start a nice, hot shower that she sensed something was wrong. A warm glow radiated within her for just a moment, and it felt exactly the same as when she had witnessed the explosion of the three shooting stars the previous night. When she gazed at herself in the mirror, she actually gasped.

“What the -!? My face . . .”

It was different, somehow. Her cheekbones were less defined, and her jawline not quite as young. She had . . . not bags underneath her eyes, but evidence of aging, certainly. Slight crow feet wrinkles could be seen at the corners of said eyes too. Even her strawberry blonde hair seemed different, perhaps a bit darker. 

“Maybe I’m just tired . . . that must be it.”

She began her shower, where her inspection of her body continued. That warm glowing feeling was still within her, and it took time to fade. Over the duration of the shower, Hannah began to notice other details of concern. Her breasts, petite and small that they were, seemed just a little larger, as if her period was coming early and causing bloat. Her nipples too were a bit bigger, and her waist thicker than she remembered. Not chubby in the least, still quite petite in fact, but not entirely thin as she had been. The same appeared to be the case with her thighs.

“It’s probably just an early period,” she said to herself. “Bloating and water retention. And I did eat a lot last night. Maybe I’ve been nervous eating building up the nerve to-” 

“Mind if I join, babe?”

She turned, noticing that her boyfriend was already up, already naked, and already stepping into the shower. The shower she very much liked to enjoy all on her own.

“S-sure,” she said, not wanting to start something. Mike entered and began caressing her body. She might not usually mind this, but with her body feeling different she was more concerned than aroused.

“Hey Mike . . . Mike? Can we not right now?”

Mike stopped. “Is something wrong?”

“Um, this is going to sound crazy, but . . . do I look different to you?”

Mike stepped back a little, and she turned fully to face him. There was definitely more of a jiggle to her breasts now. She expected Mike to say something like ‘no, of course not!’ or ‘just that you’re even sexier than before, babe,’ but instead his eyes went wider.

“Hey, babe, don’t take this the wrong way at all - you know I love you and think you’re beautiful - but yeah, you do look different.”

Hannah’s jaw dropped. She wasn’t imagining it.

***

Amanda was just feeding her cats when she realised that she felt oddly energetic that morning. Normally, getting up to feed Thucydides and Herakles was a nuisance. She may have been only forty-two years old, but her body felt older, and years of admin work from her home had left her back rather aching from poor posture. This morning, there was no ache. More than that, she had energy, even before she ate breakfast in her bathrobe.

“Maybe it was that delightful shooting star storm last night,” she mused to her cats. “What do you think, Thude?”

Thucydides just meowed happily.

“Well, maybe it was just the good company. It’s still a bit awkward being the clear oldest in a friend group, but I’m grateful to know Mike and Hannah. If only I had what they had.”

She’d met them, even played a part in getting them together, when they’d been part of the same study group on analytics at college. Mike was right at the end of his degree and was now a full accountant, while Hannah was still studying to deal with law. As a mature age student, Amanda had outside so many circles for being older, but the pair had welcomed her, and she’d come to enjoy their liveliness as much as they liked her maternal fussiness.

“Ah, young love,” she mused. “Not that I’m old, but still . . .”

Ah, who was she kidding? Early forties wasn’t old, but it wasn’t young either. Still, she felt better today than most days, even if there wasn’t someone in her life to keep her company.

“Your fault for being so focused on work that you didn’t make time,” she noted to herself. Amanda finished up her breakfast and headed to the bathroom to shower. She owned the apartment, so at least she had that comfort, but it didn’t help her when she was reminded that she was getting older and-

“What on earth!?”

The woman in the mirror wasn’t who she remembered. Amanda stepped closer and observed her face in the reflection. Her puffy cheeks were less puffy, and her wrinkles were less obvious. She looked several years younger, and this effect was added to by her hair, which had less grandma-curls and more rich curls to them. Her hair also seemed longer. She usually kept it shorter for reasons of convenience, but now it was extending down to her chin in length, and certainly past her ears.

“This is too weird.”

She disrobed, initially expecting no other changes. It was just a trick of the light, or the result of a particularly good night of sleep, or perhaps her latest diet had finally done the trick in fighting against her seemingly intrinsic frumpiness.

Instead, the woman gasped.

“Oh, oh my.”

It wasn’t a radical change, but it also wasn’t an unnoticeable one either. Her breasts, prominent C-cups but sagging and not exactly attractive, were much more pert and rounded upon her chest. Her oddly shaped bellybutton, which looked more like a sort of diagonal gash, was now rounded and cute. Her stomach, still flabby, had less fat on it that it should have. And the patches of cellulite and annoying moles that dotted her body, while present, had noticeably diminished.

Amanda blinked for a few moments, turning to notice that even her ass looked less sagging and more in shape, much like her breasts.

“How on earth is this even possible?” she asked.

To Be Continued . . .