Wishing Roles, Part 3 (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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Part 3: Age and Shape

Hannah grew. Not in height, but in width, becoming chubbier and chubbier right before her friends and boyfriend. Her arms became thicker, her thighs most certainly so, and her ass ached with the promise of expansion. The others stared as she writhed, body shaking as she managed to hold the changes back through sheer willpower alone. She groaned, clutching the table she had just tried to leave as a wave of nausea swept through her. It was accompanied by more of those dreadful pressures, and the only thing keeping them back from occurring was her own dogged mind. 

“N-no! It c-can’t happen! It can’t!”

“What are you talking about, Hannah?” Monica asked, obviously concerned.

“Yeah, are you okay, love?” Mike asked.

Hearing that word, ‘love,’ somehow broke down the walls of her bodily resistance. Her mind flashed back to that wish, the one she had made upon the shooting star for Mike to be happy. Somehow, she knew in that moment, her changing body was connected to that somehow. The epiphany caused the floor to finally wreck the dam.

“Nghhh! I don’t understand, how is this h-helping the w-wish!?”

The three others exchanged a look of confusion at the table, but she could barely care, because her body warped and changed further from that point. She moaned as her ass swelled. Her once-slim breasts surged forth, gaining fat and tissue and ending up in the impressive C-cup range, enough to stretch the confines of her dress. Her waist thickened, packing on pounds that seemed to come from nowhere, and her cheeks rounded out further. Even her hips widened, giving her a more maternal figure, leaving her dress to become much more showy than intended.

“Ugghhh,” she groaned, barely able to stop panting and sweating from the process of change. “H-help m-me!”

“Oh my God,” Indigo said, “her whole body is getting, like, fat or something!”

“Or curves at least!” Monica said. “Hannah, what on earth is happening to you?”

Hannah locked eyes with Mike. She could feel herself getting older, her body thicker and more mature. She was developing a mommy figure, and from Mike’s perspective his twenty three year old girlfriend now looked to be in her mid-thirties. Her hair got shorter too, pulling back into her scalp so that it now had a ‘mom cut’ of sorts. 

“It’s the w-wish!” she managed. “The wish I made, or you made! It’s ch-changing me! Don’t ask me how I kn-know! UGH!!!”

One last expansion of her breasts, leaving her cleavage seriously on display. She now had delightfully thick curves, but her body was also a bit more jiggly and wider in general, like a voluptuous woman of great beauty who’d had a couple of kids and eaten too much fast food, and it had left a mark on her otherwise impressive figure.

The changes stopped. Mike was suddenly at her side, helping hold her up on unsteady legs. Several patrons at other outdoor tables looked at her with shock, only to go back to their meals.

“Are you okay, love?” Mike asked.

“I - I feel different. God, I feel older. And fatter.”

“You’re not fat, but something’s happened. Indigo and Monica, can you help me?”

“With what? Has something happened?”

Both Mike and Hannah looked up at the latter’s two friends in surprise. Monica was texting on her phone, smirking at some social media story she was invested in, while Indigo was sipping her latte and checking the time.

Mike and Hannah both exchanged a look. 

“You - you didn’t see Hannah change? You were just commenting on it!”

“What change?” Indigo asked. “She’s wearing the same dress as she was when she got here. Looks nice and tight on your figure, Han. I love the way you emphasise those thick curves, and I totally mean that. You’re rocking thirty-six, I tell you!”

Hannah blinked. “Thirty s-six?”

“Yeah, you turned it the other day, remember. We had a whole party. Man, I don’t go much for greasy food, but I couldn’t resist.”

Monica gave an exaggerated moan in approval. “Samesies. You really know how to serve a barbeque, Hannah. Are you not feeling okay? You look pale?”
 By this point Mike was beginning to piece things together. Only he and Hannah seemed to have remembered what just went down: the rest of the patrons nearby had only been momentarily distracted, and while Monica and Indigo had been alarmed when the change had occurred, their memories had somehow been wiped.

“Neither of you noticed that Hannah got a little too . . . curvy?” he asked.

The two friends immediately launched into a two-pronged attack that would have left any man mortally injured.

“Excuse me?”

“What did you just say about Hannah?”

“Oh, he didn’t just imply what I think he just implied!”

“Hannah, don’t even dump him. I’ll dump him for you.”

“Mike, you’ve always been so sweet, but Hannah is a total catch. You knew what you were signing on for, dating an older woman, and her body can get it.”

“Right on Monica! Mike, you better apologise!”

Mike held up his hands, signalling defeat. “I didn’t mean it like that, I meant it like, uh, just that she’s gotten so damn out of my league I’m getting worried, ya know. Because you’re beautiful, sweetheart.”

He said the last part to Hannah, and it made her heart flutter, though in a different way than expected. She felt a great deal of affection for Mike still, but it still wasn’t romantic. Neither was it at least based on attraction, though. Instead, there was something removed about it that she just couldn’t identify, as if they still had a relationship, but it was neither as friendship nor as lovers. It was becoming something else entirely, and she had no idea what that was, only that it scared her.

“Han, is that when he meant? Because I have a hot coffee right here!”

“It was!” she said quickly to Indigo, who calmed a little. “He’s always giving me little compliments. Look, I’m sorry girls, but I really have to go. I just got, um, a message from Amanda, my older friend. It’s an emergency, so I better go check on her.”

She motioned for Mike to leave with her, and the pair began to stand again, giving their apologies and both knowing that something else was going on. But before they could leave the table, Monica raised an eyebrow and cocked her head.

“Um, I hope Amanda is okay. But did you just say ‘older’ friend?”

“Yeah, what of it?” Hannah said. She reached out and grabbed one of the chocolate brownies that had been left on the table when the drinks had been served out. She normally would never do that for fear of her figure, but she couldn’t resist the compulsion now.

“It’s just that, Amanda is, like, only thirty years old. You’re the older friend, Han. Of course, you’re only as young as you feel, I guess!”

Hannah’s eyes widened. Amanda had been at the park too. She had made a wish. As had Mike. As had she. She swallowed and nodded to Mike, who was following the same conclusions now.

“I guess I misspoke,” she said. “Sorry, I really have to go. And we really have to get to Amanda’s place, Mike.”

“Of course, love,” he said, tagging along and fearing for his girlfriend.

But being called ‘love’ by him just felt all wrong, and not just because she wanted to break up with him still. No, there something almost . . . inappropriate about it.

“Let’s get to Amanda,” she said as she got into the car, adjusting the seat in order to better serve her changed figure. She was unused to her heavy breasts or wider hips, and Mike stared at them, astonished.

“Don’t look at me!” she said. “I need you to drive us there! We need to figure out what’s going on, and what Amanda wished for!”

***

Amanda moaned, but it was a far more sensual moan than anything Hannah had expressed, at least so far. It was like her body wasn’t just surrounded by various pressures, but being intimately massaged in all the right places. The very right places. The older woman caressed her curves, the previously non-existent ones, that was, as they continued to expand. A glorious energy flooded through her body, giving her new life: literally! Years fell away from her body, the forty-two year old now feeling like when she was in her early thirties, or younger! She groaned, pulling away her clothing in order to feel her newly sensitive skin. She watched herself in the mirror, strangely aroused by the sight of her rejuvenating form. It was so strange, she had never felt so sexual in her life, having been quite closed off and introverted even as a young woman. 

“Mhmmm, I feel so - so - so HOT!”

Even the word ‘hot’ sounded fucking hot. She gyrated her hips a little, now only in her bra and underwear, clutching the bathroom counter. She already looked attractive thanks to her new hairdo and makeup, not to mention her manicure, but where before she’d had just a little hesitance about them, now she positively revelled in her new look. Her breasts expanded as if they were literally being pumped bigger, and her hips widened, though not so much that they looked too maternal. Her stomach flattened further, and her legs seemed to . . . to get longer! She stretched them out, and they literally stretched even further. Her entire body was getting taller, leaving her at roughly 5’8: tall for a woman, but not too tall. Not so tall that she couldn’t rest her head in the crook of Mike’s shoulder lovingly, pressing her firm breasts against him as she teased him with her body, until he could no longer fight his desires and took her to the bed and took her hard and made her moan and cry out as he thrust into her again and again and again and -

She blinked. The changes were done, but her fingers were slipping inside her pussy, rubbing her swollen clit and eliciting sweet moans in her new, higher voice. It was almost a soprano pitch. Her other hand was rubbing her left nipple. Somewhere along the way in her dreamy haze she had taken off her too-small bra. Her breasts looked to be full D-cups now.

“Where did those th-thoughts coming from?” she said aloud. She clutched her head with one hand, moaning sweetly as she continued to rub her hungry pussy. “What is happening to m-me!? Why am I so, like, horny!? Ohhhhhh!!!”

The orgasm hit her. She’d been building to it for some time and didn’t even realise she’d been doing it. She shook, trembling from the sensations that made her feel so damn alive. Again, her mind went to Mike. God, she wanted him. Just a few days ago, she had wanted what he and Hannah had. Now, she just wanted him. It was wrong, it was ridiculous. He was her friend, and so was Hannah. But now the thought of stealing him away and making him hers with her younger body was a compulsion that was driving her. It only increased the power of her orgasms, as the last one coursed through her system, making her moan sweetly.

It was then that her phone rang. She wanted to leave it, but then she saw that it was Mike calling.

“I shouldn’t,” she said to herself, biting her lip. “Whatever’s happening, I need to keep away from him.”

But it kept ringing. And ringing. And ringing. She tried to stop herself, but her hand reached out to grab the phone anyway, as if remote-controlled by some other force.

“What!? No, I’m not answering this - Hellooooo! This is Amanda speaking!”

She even giggled into the phone. None of it was intended by her. She was being bodyjacked! The very instant she had tried to resist her new body’s desires, whatever was driving them, this strange force had taken over.

“Hey, this is Mike! Hannah and I are heading to you now. Some weird things are happening.”

“Well, you don’t say?” she purred.

“Um, are you alright?”

“Just perfect,” she said, making kissy faces in the mirror. “Especially now that you’re coming over. And Hannah, of course.”

“Speaking of, just humour me, do you remember how old Hannah is?”

“Yeah, she’s, like, twenty three. Do you not remember?”

She was starting to get control again, but another compulsion burned within her, this one a feeling she was ‘supposed’ to have; jealousy. Not just of what Hannah had in Mike, but specifically of her age. She should be twenty three, or even younger! All the better to spend more years being perfect for Mike.

“Of course, it’s just . . . we’ll explain when we arrive. We’ll be there in five. Bye!”

Hannah put the phone down.

“Mhmm, I should wear something sexy for - no! Oh God, what am I saying?”

She looked again in the mirror, having regained control of herself. She was indeed becoming quite attractive, with more curves than Hannah ever had. But why was she saying ‘like’ occasionally now? And why was she trying to be all sweet on Mike, and then forced to be when she resisted?

“This is all wrong,” she said, still not used to her higher, sexier voice. “Oh God, I hope they know what’s happening. I don’t want to end up as some young horny bimbo or something, I’m a professional, damn it!”

And then, seemingly just because she had said this in defiance of the growing compulsions, her bathroom cabinet changed. Once it had been threadbare and ordinary, plain and practical. Now, numerous stylish makeups flooded the countertops, as well as foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow kits, a deluxe hair dryer, and numerous other beauty products that she didn’t even know what to do with.

But the compulsions did. The compulsions were there. After her changes and subsequent self-pleasuring, she’d ruined her makeup. Now, she simply had to make herself pretty as possible. For Mike, of course.

“Jesus, what am I becoming?” she asked.

But she didn’t want to go into autopilot again, and the burning ache to look as hot as possible was getting more potent by the second. She reached out for a cotton pad to remove her makeup and get herself ready all over again.

“I, like, hope I’ve got some cute outfits for my new size,” she said aloud.

The worst part was that she really did hope exactly that. She’d look great in them.

To Be Continued . . .