Wishing Roles, Part 5 (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 . . .

First Part

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Part 5: Playing Roles

Mike didn’t know what to do. His girlfriend - whom he loved - was turning into his curvaceous and older mother-in-law, all while his friend was being transformed into his wife. It was all wrong, but the worst part was that as the bombshell revelation of what was happening slowly died down, he truly was finding it very, very hard not to be attracted to Amanda. With her increasing curves and delightfully bimbo-ish way of speaking, it was like an unrealistic, fantastic dream come true. She spoke in sultry, teasing tones, cuddled him whenever she got the opportunity (always making sure to press her larger breasts against him), and generally beamed in his presence, all subservient and submissive. Until, that was, she realised what she was doing.

“Like, fuck! I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” she said, pulling apart from him and trying to calm herself.

They were walking through the city park together while Hannah stayed back at their apartment, trying to figure a way out of this mess. All three had slept the night at Amanda’s place, and the two women had even had a freaking discussion about who got to share a bed with Mike. Hannah had desperately wanted to want it, even just to prove to herself that she wasn’t really becoming his mother-in-law, but something in her compulsions made it feel all wrong. Amanda had been leaping at the opportunity, but somehow managed to fight the compulsions and sleep in her usual bed while Mike slept on the floor. No one had gotten much sleep as a result. Of course, just like had happened before, because Amanda pushed against her role, she was ‘rewarded’ with further changes when she woke up: she now pert Double-D cup breasts and hair that was even more vibrant and blonde. 

Naturally, this had caused another meltdown, especially as Hannah cooked them breakfast.

“It’s not fair, I’m not meant to be getting older. God, why am I using so much bacon grease? I don’t even like bacon but this stupid changing body craves it! I won’t be your mother, Amanda, I won’t be!”

“Good!” Amanda cried back, “because I’m not your daughter. I just need my Mike as my husband and - shit! I’m doing it again!”

It had led to Mike being stuck between a rock and a hard place, and in the end he’d slipped out to go for a walk by himself to try and get some clean air to clear his head. At least, that was the intention, because Amanda had caught up with him and asked to keep him company, which he’d reluctantly accepted. It had taken less than ten minutes for her to start giggling at his comments or check out his body, and not many more for her to start pressing herself against him whenever they stopped, obviously finding comfort in his masculine body.

“I can’t, like, stop it!” she whined, running her hands through her blondified hair. “I really mean it, Mike, I’m super trying here, but I’m becoming such a totally hot bimbo type and it’s making me so horny for you. This stupid wish really wants me to be your perfect wife, I swear!”

Mike placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes - a hard feat, given that she was sporting a new sports bra that cupped her magnificent double-D tits perfectly.

“I know it isn’t your fault, Amanda,” he said. “God, if it is your fault, then it’s my fault as much as yours, because I made a wish too. So did Hannah. I just can’t imagine what you’re going through. I know you’re so proud of your smarts.”

“I knooow!” she whined in a higher Valley girl tone. She stamped her foot in irritation, making her boobs jiggle. “Why am I becoming like this? The wish makes me really want to like it. I’ve got such big boobs now, and I’m so young and thin like I secretly always wanted, but why am I such a bimbo? I didn’t want to be such a total catch!”

Mike sighed, and gestured for her to keep walking through the park with him. 

“It’s going to be embarrassing to explain. Can I do it as we walk?”

Amand nodded, walking with him. Mike noticed that her hips swayed in a lovely way. She was wearing yoga pants - Amanda didn’t even have yoga pants, and yet had them now. She reached out several times to hold his arm, managing just barely to resist, but was rewarded for it with a shiver through her being that left her hair even brighter and lovelier, her face younger and lips fuller. 

“Ohhhh,” she moaned. “It keeps happening. I change whenever I f-fight it. I think my face just got-”

“Prettier,” Mike said, raising a hand to cup her cheek, only to pull back himself. “Shit, I’m sorry. Here, take my arm.”

For doing so, Amanda received a massive dopamine rush. It felt so much better now, to be on her husband’s arm, even if she knew he wasn’t really her husband.

“Okay, so this is a little bit dumb, especially since I’ve always prided myself on being a good guy, a big believer in women’s rights and everything, but I’ve always had this secret fantasy. I doubt I’d be the only one, but I always thought it was fairly shameful. You’ve got to understand, Amanda, that I loved Hannah. I mean, I love her. As my girlfriend, no matter what she’s turning into. I wanted to be with her - I still do. She’s pretty, she’s smart, and she’s got this lovely elven beauty kind of thing going on.”

“But . . .” Amanda said, looking down at her voluptuous chest and realising there was more to come.

Mike sighed again. “Yeah, that’s just it. There’s a but, and a big one.”

“Let’s hope I get a big one too,” Amanda said, giggling before catching herself. “Sorry, can you, like, continue?”

“It’s just that . . . part of me has always fantasised about being with a hot blonde chick with a killer body - big tits, big ass, perfect curves, the works - and a totally bimbo personality. I have no idea why, but the idea of a ditzy, sexy, incredibly horny wife who just loves taking it from me, and is totally submissive to me, just really revs my engine.”

Amanda went red. “Oh God. Like, are you serious? That’s what I’m becoming? You want, like, a dumb girl with big tits!?”

Mike sagged. “I guess, down deep, I sorta do. I never would have pursued it, but now you’re changing into it.”

Amanda wanted to change the conversation, but then a compulsion came over her. Without even pushing against it, she slid herself closer to Mike, letting him place an arm around her waist. She bit her lip, trying not to feel excitement at this terrible possibility.

“So, this dream girl of yours,” she said. “She’d have tits like mine, or bigger?”

Mike cringed. “Um, bigger.”

“Just a little bigger, or do you want big, head-sized titties that are soooo sensitive?”

“Fuck, I, um, want them like that. The second thing.”

She shivered with reluctant excitement. “And I’d be, like, really ditzy, right? Dependent on you? Would I cook for you?”

Mike scratched the back of his head. He wasn’t feeling exactly the same compulsions as the transforming women in his life, but he was certainly feeling some compulsions. The fact that Amanda already had more curves than Hannah ever did was only making them harder to resist.

“I - I’m trying not to answer that,” he said, grunting from the difficulty of withholding the truth.

Amanda herself was also trying to resist this flirtatiousness. She held his arm tight, then placed herself before him so that both her hands were on his chest instead, and she looking up into his eyes imploringly. They had become quite blue.

“I would, wouldn’t I? I mean, she would. She would cook you meals and . . . would she keep the house clean like a sexy maid? Dress up for you? Have your babies?”

Mike swallowed. The compulsions were too damn strong.

“All that,” he finally said, exhaling with his response, “and more. She’d be bubbly and funny, giggly and sweet. But she’s also be hot and know it, and always show off her body. She’d love being all flirty, even in public, and act like my sexy trophy wife. She’d have a really damn high libido, and would do everything to look feminine and pink and pretty.”

“Like a personal Barbie,” she whispered, raising her hands so that they were entwined together around Mike’s neck. “That’s what you’d like me to be, dear husband. And I could be it. I could be her. I’d forget all about being a frumpy nerd and be, like, your sexy fantasy. And you would be my big, manly protector. Would that be so bad?”

The words were pouring forth from her mouth and she simply couldn’t stop them. Mike held her, his hands slowly encircling her waist as she went up on her tippy toes.

“N-no,” he stammered, fighting the compulsions but not nearly as hard as he should have. “That wouldn’t be so bad at all . . .”

Their lips brushed up against one another, and soon the pair were kissing in the middle of the park, each pressing their body against the other. The feeling of her ripe tits against his chest was divine, and it was even better for Amanda, who moaned into his mouth, trying not to smile. Her nipples tingled, swelling just a little larger, and her breasts grew too, along with her ass. It was perfect, it was sweet. It was . . .

“No, this is, like, soooo wrong!” she cried, pulling back. 

Both looked down at her heavier bosom. She now had what had to be E-cups, which sat upon her chest like perfect soft fruit, bulging out over the band of her sports bra as if threatening to escape.

“I’m sorry,” Mike said, reaching out automatically to comfort her. “I wasn’t myself. I didn’t mean to-”

“No, don’t touch me!” Amanda cried, her voice somehow even higher than it was before, with a kind of Valley girl twang as well. “Gawd, this isn’t, like, fair! I change faster when I fight this damn mind control, but I also totes change when I do give in! I can’t win!”

Mike wanted to hold her. It was instinct born of the wish, he knew, but seeing the increasingly young and gorgeous blonde cry was almost too hard to take.

“Come on,” he said. “We’ll get you back to the apartment. Maybe Hannah has had more luck and has figured out how to change us back.”

***

Hannah was having no luck, and had no idea how to change herself or Amanda back. She had been trying to read up on wishes, but after the chaos and emotions last night, Amanda’s place had been left as a total mess, with unwashed dishes piled in the sink and clothes scattered about. 

“This just won’t do,” she murmured to herself. “I’ll just - I’ll just conduct a little cleaning! Nothing much!”

Instead, her mind went on autopilot as she cleaned away. She sorted dishes, clothes, and then got out the cleaning sprays to deal with a host of stains that were tucked away. Amanda - at least before she started bimbofying - kept a pretty clean house, but there was always room for improvement.

“Besides,” she said to herself. “I need to make sure the place is spick and span for my lovely daughter and son-in-law. The less time they have for cleaning, the more time they have for giving me tons of grandchildren. Oh, I bet they’ll be handsome once they-”

She paused, looking down at herself. Without even realising it, she had gone along with the compulsions and played the part of the loving mother-in-law. And for her reward, she could feel a fresh set of changes sweeping over her.

“What? No! I thought it only made me change when I tried to resist the - NGHH! Ohhhhh, mmmhm! Ahhhh!!”

Her body became older, now entering its forties quite easily. Her skin gained some wrinkles, and her overall figure adopted a more matronly shape in general. Her chest in particular swelled, as did her hips. They creaked audibly as they widened, and her waist - which had once been so delicately slim - expanded wider once more, giving her a maternal thickness that was at once mature and also still quite attractive.

Not that Hannah saw it that way.

“No! I can’t be getting any older! I didn’t want this with my wish! I can take care of Mike in other ways, I don’t have to be his goddamn mother-in-law.” Tears formed in her eyes, and she attacked the grime at the base of the shower with renewed vigour.

“Not fair, it’s not fair! I’m losing years of my life, all while she gets to become a pretty little bimbo. There’s no way he’ll end up with her. He just wouldn’t!”

She collapsed backwards, resting on her noticeably larger, bouncier rear.

“But I didn’t want him, did I? I wanted to be free of him, just for him to be happy.”

The thoughts returned, those invasive mother-in-law thoughts. Wasn’t she getting everything she wanted? She would be free to pursue other men - and her mind was suddenly thinking about older, silver-haired men - and maybe her new life would be more successful? And she truly did want Mike to be happy. Would she have truly protested if he’d ended up with Amanda before? She doubted it. It was just that . . . 

“She’s becoming my daughter,” she sniffled. “My own daughter. It’s a crazy nightmare. I’m a MILF of a mom and I never even gave birth!”

The designator was right: she was increasingly a MILF. Still beautiful, but now with a set of thick curves and sexy maturity to make her very attractive in an altogether more maternal way. She couldn’t help but check herself out in the bathroom mirror, sliding her hands over her wide hips and imagining a man in his forties - no, in his fifties - doing the same. She’d found Mike too cuddly and attached, but having a stoic, detached man of vintage age, one who could get her going in the bed . . .

“Mhmmm,” she moaned, biting her lip as she imagined it. “Maybe I could learn to play that role. Maybe I could get used to this . . .”

And maybe a tighter dress, but not so tight as to show off her slightly rounded stomach. She could start going out to clubs to find such men . . . though she’d only go for mocktails or light drinks at best, maybe even a cranberry juice. Her older self would be compelled to be sensible and respectable for her age, after all, and only upgrade to a good wine in good established company.

“N-no,” she managed, struggling against those enticements. “I can fight this. I can - just need to get a grip and -”

The door opened, and Amanda made her way back in. Hannah exited the bathroom and stared in shock at the young woman. She was even blonder, younger, and bustier than she had been before, and her expression said ‘airhead’ all the more.

“You - you’ve changed further, my daughter!” she said.

“You too, Mom! I mean, Mom! I mean, like, Hannah! Shit!”

Mike followed into the living room, blushing a deep red. His eyes went wide at Hannah’s appearance, and she found herself also blushing in turn.

“I - I changed some more,” she whispered.

“So did I,” Amanda said. “I’m, like, becoming his bimbo fantasy dream wife. It’s sooo hot, Mom, but also soooooo wrong.”

“I know what you mean, I’m starting to think in different ways. It’s hard to resist. It’s like I can’t help myself, and then suddenly I’m cleaning or making food for you two or doing my best so you can be a loving couple or-”

“Amanda and I kissed,” Mike said.

She paused, shocked. Amanda placed a hand over Mike’s and he didn’t fight it off.

“You did what?”

“We totes kissed,” Amanda admitted. “We didn’t mean to, but it was also, like, really hot and stuff. We used tongue.”

“Amanda!” Mike said, trying to keep things under control. “Hannah, please tell me you found something, anything, that can reverse this. The changes are speeding up.”

“I know. I changed when I started acting like more of a mother-in-law, not just when I fought it.”

“Same here! Except, like, as a bimbo!” Amanda announced.

“But I didn’t find anything! It’s like the shooting star or whatever it was doesn’t want me to know a way. I kept getting distracted with more work, and then I ended up becoming a damn MILF. I’m not old enough to be your mother, Amanda! I think I now am your mother!”

Mike and Amanda saw it; the resemblance between the two women was uncanny. 

“Oh God,” Mike said. “What do we do?”

But Hannah was already moving, gathering her things and Mike’s and throwing them to him. 

“There’s only one thing we can do. We have to separate! Mike, you find an apartment or a hotel. I’ll go back to my place, and Amanda, you stay here! We’ll starve this wish out if we have to! The less time we spend together, the better chance we’ll still be us by the time this wish finishes!”

Mike and Amanda exchanged a look. Neither wanted to part, but they knew it had to be the case because they felt that way.

“Okay,” Mike said.

“Like, if we have to,” Amanda said.

“Good, because I refuse to end up in this ridiculously curvy older body. Now hurry up and pack, darlings. You shouldn’t keep your mother waiting!”

They got to packing straight away, while Amanda helped them. No one mentioned the last part of Hannah’s words. If she wasn’t aware of them, she certainly didn’t want to be.

To Be Continued . . .