Wishing Roles, Part 4 (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 4: Epiphanies

Hannah hurriedly rapped her knuckles on Amanda’s door. The place had changed, somewhat. The decor was a little brighter, the welcome mat designed with more flowery writing that had ‘Welcome Home, Gal!’ upon its pattern in a vibrant purple. 

“C’mon, c’mon!” she said, voice a little huskier than it should have been. “Answer, Amanda! Please open the door.”

“She’s here, love, just wait,” Mike said. He placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her. “We’ll sort this out.”

“We better. I’m becoming a fat freak.”
 “You’re not fat, and you’re not a freak either. You know I . . . care for you.”

Hannah paused from her knocking. Mike always said he loved her, hell, he’d done just that a moment ago! Now he was saying ‘I care for you,’ with a strain in his voice.

“Mike, when you just said that, were you trying to say you loved me, but you felt a need to say something else?”

Now it was Mike’s turn to look confused. “How - how did you know that?”

“Whatever this is, it’s compelling both of us to play certain-”

The door opened before she could finish her thoughts, though it wasn’t Amanda that was on the other side as they expected. This was more like her hot niece, or perhaps even her daughter, to judge from her age. She had dark blonde hair unlike Amanda’s mousey brown, and her figure was impressively curvaceous in a tight blouse and flowing skirt. It was obvious that she had a nice hourglass figure, and a pretty face to go along with it, full lips and all. Her makeup only enhanced that beauty; Hannah experienced a jealousy at the women’s skill, but also a strange pride, for reasons she could not yet discern. 

“Who are you?” she asked the woman, whose facial structure certainly resembled Amanda, only if she wasn’t so dowdy and was nearly twenty years younger.

“Who am I? Who are, like, you? Oh my gosh, Mike! I’ve been . . . dying to see you. Who’s this woman? She isn’t . . . she isn’t your new girlfriend, is she?”

Amanda winced at the very thought, despite knowing how wrong it was.

“Please, whoever you are,” Mike said, “we need to talk to Amanda? Can you go get her?”

She placed a hand on her hips and cocked it to one side, posing sexily thanks to the latest shove from the magic that had changed her.

“Amanda’s right here honey, new and improved. What do you think?”

She turned on the spot, revealing that she had a nice rear too, at least as it outlined against her skirt a little. Her legs, Mike couldn’t help but notice, were damn sexy. He felt a strange compulsion to look at them a little longer, until Hannah nudged him with her elbow.

“And I’m Hannah! God, it looks like whatever hit me also hit you. I have an idea of what it was.”

“Hannah? Like, holy shit! You’ve got curves now, and you look way older! Wait, am I stealing your youth? ‘Cause I feel super younger and sexier now.”

Mike swallowed. Sexy was right. With a bit more in the bust, a bit more in the hips, and an even more beautiful face with fuller lips, and this lady would be his absolute dream woman, conjured straight from his deepest sexual imagination.

Hannah nudged him again, irritated at how this young thing was grabbing his eye. Yet she couldn’t escape the strange understanding that these two were meant to have such electric chemistry. As if she somehow approved of it, which was all wrong!

“Can we come in,” she said, using her newfound authoritative voice. “I think we’ve got a lot to discuss.”

Amanda nodded, seeming to regain herself. 

“Yes, please. I - I don’t know what’s happening, but if you have any idea . . . this is all very strange.”

“You’re telling me.”

Mike nodded. “I’m almost waiting my turn. Hannah thinks she may know what’s going on.”

***

“A wish? Really? Like, as in, when we wished on the shooting star?”

“Exactly,” Hannah said. “We made a wish on the shooting star and it all changed us, somehow. Well, at least you and I.”

They were all sitting in the living room space Amanda had organised for them. The decorations were a lot girlier than they used to be, and she said they had simply ‘come from nowhere,’ much like the outfit she had changed into without thinking, following a subconscious need to wear a pink pantsuit that clung to her lovely new features. Mike had sat down beside her on the two-person couch, himself feeling a strange compulsion to be by Amanda rather than his love, leaving poor Hannah to be seated opposite them on her own, snacking on the little cakes that Amanda had baked recently, and wondering where her need for calories and sugar had sprung from.

The two women had listed off their changes to one another, with Mike awkwardly pitching in with things he had noticed - behaviours and even physical changes - while also very aware that he hadn’t changed much at all. Occasionally he experienced a twinge, an urge to place his hand on Amanda’s athletic, perfectly shaped thigh, and then he wondered where on earth such an urge could have even come from. He tried to keep his attention on Hannah, seeing her beauty, but while she was still good looking, attraction was less and less a reality for him. It was almost as if being attracted to his girlfriend was . . . wrong, somehow. Taboo, and not in a sexy way. Whereas Amanda, looking chirpier and fitter and curvier than ever, was like the sun; impossible to look at for too long, and yet drawing the eye anyway.

“It’s just, like, crazy to think of,” Amanda said. “But it’s true! Ever since that night, I’ve been changing. I thought it was just physical changes at first, but now I feel a need to fulfil a role. It’s like the magic or whatever it is, is pushing me to be a different person.”

She looked into Mike’s eyes, and had to look away, coughing awkwardly.

“I know what you mean,” Hannah said. “I can’t stop eating junk food. Not ridiculous amounts of it, but it’s not my special diet! And I can’t be intimate with Mike anymore.”

“You can’t?” he asked.

She swallowed. “No, it just seems all wrong! And I want to clean more, and make sure things are tidy, and I haven’t even checked in with all my girlfriends on social media even though they’ve been messaging me. I don’t want to go clubbing, for God’s sake! I like clubbing!”

The two women looked to Mike.

“What?”

“Have you, like, changed?” Amanda said. She placed her hand on his thigh, going along with the compulsion.

He flapped his hand to indicate ‘kinda.’ “Not physically, no. But I’m starting to feel what you ladies are feeling; a sort of set of compulsions driving me to act certain ways towards . . . certain people.”

He said that last part while eyeing Amanda. It was getting harder and harder not to be just a little, well, hard in her presence. Without even meaning to she was thrusting out her chest and sighing softly, placing one leg over another in feminine repose.

“What kind of ways? And to who?” Hannah asked, folding her arms.

“Just . . . different. I can’t explain it.”

It was a lie, of course. A total lie. But better a lie than admit he was trying to resist the urge to place a hand around Amanda’s waist and kiss her on the cheek lovingly. Little did he know that she was wanting exactly that.

“Well, we need to figure out how our wishes got us here,” Hannah said, gesturing to her MILF-like body. “I’ll go first then. I wished . . . well, I wished that I would make you happy, Mike.”

“You always make me happy, Hannah. That’s why I . . . care deeply about you.”

“No, I meant it more like . . .”

“More like what?”

She paused, not knowing how to proceed. She couldn’t rip that bandaid off, not now.

“I guess I don’t know. I just wanted you to be happy, and for me to play a part in that.”

“Aww, that’s so lovely. I made a similar wish. I wished to be with you as my perfect partner.”

Amanda interjected. She had been getting a bit more spontaneous and beauty-obsessed, but she hadn’t lost any of her smarts, at least not yet.

“Was that the specific wording of your wish, Mike?”

Mike’s brow creased. “Actually, you’re right, it wasn’t. I just wished to be with my perfect partner. I didn’t specify Hannah. But that wouldn’t mean anything, right?”

Hannah felt a lurch in her gut, as if the truth was on the verge revealing itself.

“It means that your perfect partner might be . . . someone else,” Amanda suggested. She clung to his arm, following her instincts, even though she knew she shouldn’t.

“Hey, can you focus?” Hannah said. “And tell us what you wished for, to end up like that!”

Amanda snapped out of it. “Sorry! I don’t know what came over me . . . but I do remember what, like, wished for.” Her cheeks went a bit red as she hesitated before continuing. “I was looking at the pair of you, walking through the park ahead of me as we all went home, and I couldn’t help, like, feeling this intense jealousy. I’d always been happy alone, at least I thought I was, but suddenly I was forty two and feeling super lonely, and there you were being totally cute and loving, and I looked up at the shooting star and I knew I just had to ask for it.”

“Ask for what?” Mike said, hesitating, his hand hovering over her thigh. He pulled it back before Hannah could notice. He had no idea what was coming over him, but had a feeling he was about to find out.

“I asked - I wished to be in a loving relationship with a man who wanted me.”

Dead silence filled the room, and it was a loud silence. Each of the trio were running through the wishes in their head, slowly fitting together how they worked in concert to end up in their current chaotic situation. After several long minutes of this, of uncomfortable shared glances, unspoken attractions or unattractions, of confused feelings and strange bodily sensations, the silence finally broke in a flurry of agitation and accusation.

“You wished to make him happy, but what would really make him happy?”

“Wishing to be with your perfect partner is not the same as wishing to be with me!”

“Hold on, if you wanted to be in a loving relationship with a man that wanted you, wouldn’t that possibly change you to what he wanted?”

“How does becoming an older woman with all these curves make him happy?”

“I guess I didn’t think my perfect partner meant anything but you, Hannah. I mean, I’ve always had fantasies in my head, but what guy doesn’t?”

“Does that mean I’m becoming younger and prettier and, like, a bit of a bimbo because that’s what he had in his head?”

“Oh my God, Mike, are you serious? That’s gonna be your perfect girl? Some airheaded big-titted blonde?”

“No! Well, I mean, it’s just a fantasy!”

“Hey, I am not blonde, or any of that stuff!”

“Are too! At least I want to make sure Mike is happy, and support him like a good mother-in-law should!”

“At least I’m not becoming an old cow, MOM!”

“I can’t believe that I ever had a daughter like you! I only ever wanted you to be happy with Mike. I supported the both of you and this is the thanks I get?”

“Oh please, Mom! You’re such a cougar that you probably would’ve snatched him yourself. No wonder you’re always being so nice to him! You love having my sexy husband around!”

“I love him as my son-in-law!”

“And I love him as my husband and the future father of all our babies!”

“BOTH OF YOU STOP! CAN’T YOU HEAR WHAT YOU’RE SAYING!?”

The two bickering women stopped, both looking to Mike with shocked looks on their faces. Neither were used to hearing him raise his voice, especially Hannah. But it was Amanda that touched his shoulder gingerly, struggling with her newfound attraction to him, one that was surprisingly strong even beyond the compulsions, as if her libido was rising by the minute.

“Honey, I mean, like, Mike, what’s going on?”

Mike stood, moving away from the two of them. “Amanda, you just called me your husband. As if you were my wife. And Hannah, honey, you just called yourself my mother-in-law, as if you were not only not my girlfriend, but - but -”

Amanda flung up her hands to her mouth and squeaked in a rather valley girl-like fashion. She looked over to Hannah, who had made the same realisation, and whose eyes were now bulging as she looked down at her older, curvier, and more maternal body. Teh same body that was getting hair that was blonde to match Amanda’s, and curves to match in spades. In fact, the two were even starting to look like . . .

“Oh God. Oh God, no! I’m - I’m your mother!?”

Amanda squeaked again. “I - no, you’re not! But you also, like, are? This is way too confusing. God, Mike, what did your wish do to my brain?”

Mike rubbed his temples as the two women freaked out. “Let me get this straight. I wished to be with a perfect partner, but Hannah isn’t my perfect partner despite that obviously being the case, so the wish is moulding someone to become that person. Except that Amanda also wished to be in a relationship with a man who loved her very much, and I was the nearest man, so now that’s m-me.”

He stumbled on that last bit. There were compulsions wanting to make him say more. To even tell Amanda that he did love her. To play his part, as the husband to his new perfect wife. He managed to carry on, summoning enough willpower.

“And because Hannah wished to be happy, she’s turning into my own damn mother-in-law, becoming Amanda’s mother, because what guy doesn’t hope that when he finds the right girl, that his mother-in-law is not a monster but actually kind and supportive?”

At those words, it was Hannah’s turn to feel a compulsion. 

“Of course, Mike. You know I’d do anything to make sure my daughter and her lucky husband are well taken care of. I mean - shit! I didn’t mean to say that! I didn’t want any of this! I just wanted to find a way to break up with you and for us to still be happy and be friends. I didn’t want this to happen, I swear!”

“You wanted to break up with me?” Mike asked.

“No! I mean, yes! You’re always so clingy, always wanting cuddles and to be together, and I just wanted a break from it all. I didn’t want to be your mother-in-law, or for Amanda to be your wife!”

At that point, another set of compulsions hit Amanda. Even as Mike stared up at his girlfriend, the woman he so wanted to be with again and restore so he could be attracted to her again, she felt an opportunity. A need to play her part. And this time, her own resistance crumbled quickly. Despite her reservations over what she was becoming, she found herself standing and pressing her voluptuous form against Mike. It was autopilot once more, and all the humiliation in the world couldn’t stop her from saying what came out next.

“I’ll give you lots of cuddles and more, my sexy husband.”

To Be Continued . . .