Friends are Family, Part 7 (Asian MILF & Hot Sister TG/RC/AP) (Patreon)

Summary: When Tim learns that his lonely dad is making him move away from his beloved hometown in hopes of finding a family elsewhere, he makes a wish upon a strange stone that his best friends David and Matthew could always remain part of ‘his family.’ Soon, all three are shocked when the metaphor of the wish becomes literal and David and Matthew find themselves becoming Tim’s hot older sister Naomi and MILFy new Asian tiger mom Amy. Now all three must navigate their strange new relationships to one another.

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Part Seven: Older Sister and Oldest Sister

David groaned. He had just been wondering why on earth he was listening to some sparkly Korean pop band with cute boys singing in it when the rainbow effect of the wishing stone lit up the room. It warbled all about him, and then the pressures began.

“Ohhhhh, G-God!” he groaned. “Gotta k-keep a clear head. Some clear hormonal differences. Feel a cascade of chemical adjustment, and perhaps alteration of my vocal chords!”

His voice kicked up several pitches until it was absolutely feminine, and not a bad female voice at that. He clutched his Adam’s apple as it shrunk down, eyes wide as he tried to be logical and reasonable about this. But clearly the influence of his new cheerleader self was also strong, because he shook his hands up and down like a useless damsel in distress from an old Hollywood movie, whining as the pressures flocked all over his body.

“K-keep calm! Keep - OHHHH!!”

The feelings were powerful, uncomfortable, and yet somehow deeply pleasurable all at once. His shoulders grew, gaining muscle, and yet somehow remaining soft. His hips expanded, cracking wider, then again, and then again. His hair grew longer, thicker, darker until it was a gorgeous jet black that fell in his view. He had to part those straight curtains to see the immense change happening in his chest: right before his eyes, his breasts were growing. No longer miniature A-cups, they were swelling to modest B’s, and then to fuller C’s, so that they bounced and jostled in his top, easily straining his too full bra.

“T-too big!” he cried. He ripped off his shirt and worked to undo the clasp of his bra. It practically pinged off, and it was a good thing too: the wire of the cups were digging into the bloated, pert flesh of his now-impressive chest. They had a defined weight to them, a solidity that he could only marvel at. He held them in his hands, even as those hands became daintier, though thankfully they maintained their well-established coarseness on the digits and palms. Still an outdoors girl, I guess. That’s a little - ahhh - consolation!

But what wasn’t a consolation was the transformation happening between his thighs. Even as his abs grew more powerful, his stomach flatter and more toned, and his legs more long and shapely, David was horrified to feel his small penis begin to draw back into his body. It was a bigger change than any other, even growing tits, and it made him whine in a high voice.

“No! No, fuck this! Screw logic, I don’t want to feeeeel thisssss! OHHHH!!!”

Betraying him openly, his body erupted into orgasm as his manhood withdrew entirely. His balls followed, squeezing back into a rapidly forming tunnel, an emptiness taking over him. He squirmed on his bed, writhing like the increasingly gorgeous girl he was becoming, moaning in unwanted ecstasy. He’d never felt anything like it.

“It’s s-s-so good! It’s - aaaahhhh! Yes! YESSS!!!”

As if gaining approval from his spoken pleasure, his body changed further. His arms gained yet more muscle, even as the skin lost all blemish, looking smooth and almost shining with how gorgeously maintained it was. His thighs and calves strengthened, now easily capable of all the ranger hiking feats that the diminutive David had aspired to, but never been able to fully manage. His jaw cracked and reshaped, his eyelashes grew, and his lips puffed up. In the mirror across from his bed, it was impossible not to notice he was becoming a very hot girl, the kind he would have lusted after as a boy.

“Oh m-m-my God! It’s rewriting everything!”

It rewrote his mind, too. He struggled against it, but thankfully it did not wash away memories of plant new ones. But it did change his identity. Her identity. As the last throes of orgasm finally died away, David realised he was no longer David at all, but Naomi Liu-Johnson. And she was not twenty one years old.

I’ve aged another year, she thought to herself. Then, unable to help herself, she smirked. Hot damn, I can drink now!

***

Tim heard the commotion in Naomi’s room, and was alarmed particularly by the strangely pleasurable moans coming from there. His much greater concern, however, was for Matthew, who was in the kitchen with Tony and suddenly clutching him as he grunted and groaned, the rainbow energy twirling and dancing all about him. Tim’s dad had no idea what was going on, but was simply making sure Matthew was able to stay on his own two feet as the changes began.

“Matthew - I mean, Amy! Are you okay?” Tim said, throwing himself off of the couch and running to the kitchen.

“N-no, d-darn it!” Matthew cried, still unable to bring himself to swear. “N-need the c-couch! G-get me out of the k-kitchen! Ohhhhh - please!”

Even as he managed to stammer out that cry for help, his figure changed. His face began to reshape, his voice becoming yet higher and softer, and gaining a slight Chinese accent, much to everyone’s surprise except the magically ignorant Tony.

“There, there, Amy,” he said, helping Matthew move to the living room couch. “Don’t panic. It’s probably just a bad headache. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard.”

“N-no! It’s the f-f-freakin’ change!” Matthew responded, who didn’t even care about blowing the secret. “D-darn wishing stone! I don’t w-want to be a woman! NGHGH!!”

Tim and Tony helped the transforming young man to the couch. His hair grew out longer, cascading down to the end of his shoulder blades, and becoming fully black and impressively silky. His shoulders audible cracked, shrinking in his top to become yet more feminine, and the same was true of his waist as well, which contracted, making Matthew briefly go bug-eyed.

“Ohh - OHH!!!”

No, he thought. Not my waist! F-frick, and now my h-hips too! I’m getting a darn hourglass! This is embarrassing. Why me? I can’t even swear in my own darn head anymore!?

Far more than it was to David, the changes were utterly emasculating to Matthew. He shooed Tony away, who was getting far too close and peppering him with all sorts of questions of how he felt.

“Just give me space!” he spat, voice sounding unmistakably female now, and sort of whiney at that, particularly with his new trace of an accent. “Tim can h-help me! Go get a h-headache pill or something!”

Tony nodded. “You just take care of yourself, okay?”

To Matthew’s shock the older man placed a hand on his thigh, rubbing it softly like he was . . . OHHHHH!!!”

His thoughts were interrupted by yet more change, and he clung to his younger friend. “T-Tim! I’m ch-changing! Meant to be the l-leader!”

“You still are, Matthew. Nothing will change that!” Tim whispered, though he was trying not to notice that his friend’s chest was bulging out yet further, and not stopping at that. Matthew collapsed onto his side, taking up the couch. The pleasure was unwanted, but he couldn’t force it away. His hips creaked, widening again and again, and though he didn’t know it yet, they were already wider than David’s, impressively so.

“N-no! You don’t understand! I can’t be some weak chick. I’m the one who t-takes care of you! You and David! I always have. It’s s-stupid, but I always t-took pride in it. Yeah, I always got us into trouble, but I also helped patch you g-guys up and - ahh! - got you out of tight spots and back you in f-fights and - Nghh!! Don’t want to be weak!”

“You’re not weak, don’t worry!” Tim exclaimed. His father had left the room, looking a bit emotionally wounded from ‘Amy’s’ rejection but on a mission to find some painkillers for ‘her’ regardless.

“I am! I’m turning into a woman. A total drag. A girl who cares about organising. A real nerd. I bet I won’t even have my car or my love of fireworks and getting lost in the woods or - or - oh God my f-frickin’ dick, man! It’s going up inside meeee!!”

He gripped Tim’s arm, and his young friend could only witness Matthew’s continual transformation. His eyelashes and lips and general face become more feminine, and his eyes more classically almond-shaped to match his new Chinese heritage. Strangely, he didn’t even look mixed race like Tim and ‘Naomi’ were: he looked full-blooded Chinese, at least as far as Tim could tell. And more than that . . .

“Matt, you look like you’re getting older!”

“I am - ahhh, my hips! - I am older, remember!?”

“No, but even more so?”

“You’re kidding m-me! What!? Why!? It d-doesn’t make any s-sense! Ohhhh!!”

But he couldn’t think too deeply on the significance of his further aging, because his cock and balls withdrew into his the space between his thighs, leaving a well-formed vulva atop a venus mound behind. The pleasure overwhelmed the poor man, who trembled and shook, biting his lip. Unlike David/Naomi, he did not wail and cry out, but instead gave a long, soft whine of a moan, like a parent trying to suppress their blissful noises so as not to disturb their sleeping children. Mental changes coursed through the new woman’s brain, even as her chest burned from the pressure of B-cups swelling to C-cups and beyond. Matthew fought it off as long as he could, but soon his identity was subsumed, at least in terms of his name and gender pronouns. He was suddenly Amy Liu for real, and he was a she.

“No! I’m a woman! Tim, it’s got me thinking I’m a woman! Your wishing stone is r-rewriting everything! My name is Amy now! God, I can’t think of myself as Matt at all! It’s not my proper name in my mind. I can’t explain it!”

Tim felt a wave of terrible guilt once more. Matthew/Amy released her grip on him, clutching her chest instead. She removed her top right in front of Tim, uncaring how embarrassing it was, particularly since another wave of orgasms were hitting her, and she was riding that bliss right in front of her best friend. She pulled off her top and demanded he help her with the clasp: “Please! Just do it!”

Tim did, managing to get it off before Amy was too overwhelmed by the pressure. The cups released, and her bosom swelled. She gripped them, quickly trying to put the top back on, and Tim looked respectfully away.

“D-don’t look!” Matthew cautioned. “Ahhhh - ohhhh - s-so big! Too big!”

They had to be D-cups. They weren’t massive, but they were big, and the new woman could tell. She didn’t even want to think about the changes between her legs, but these were now a prominent pair of cantaloupes that marked her as impressively female. She gripped them, nipples slipping between her daintified, yet slightly older fingers, and it made her moan accidentally.

Why are they so sensitive?, she thought. So damn sensitive!

It was at that moment that Tony arrived back. She hurriedly finished pulling her top back on, and rocketed out of her seat, nearly stumbling over due to how her new, wide-hipped configuration was.

Jesus, they look like my Mom’s hips. Seriously, soccer mom hips. Oh God, I’m not that old am I?

“Amy, don’t stand up!” Tony exclaimed. “You’ll tip right over! Come, sit down. I’ve got some painkillers, a headache pill, and I’m boiling the pot for some nice lemon tea. Is everything alright?”

Amy looked at him, aghast. “You don’t notice anything different?”

“Why should I?”

“My tits!” she cried, making everyone in the room blush.

“Amy, that’s hardly appropriate. I mean, you usually wear a bra, but if you don’t want to I’m not going to force you. Your choice and all.”

The former Matthew collapsed back in her seat, still coming down from it all.

“I’ll take that headache pill,” she murmured. “To go. I need to head home, Tony. I mean, Mr Johnson. I need to think. I’m sorry. It’s, uh, something I ate. Tim, I’ve got to go. You walk me out, okay?”

“I can do that,” Tony said, but she cut him off.

“No, all good. I’ll see you at the store, Tony. I mean, Mr Johnson. Shoot! Just . . . I’ll see you there.”

She hurried out of the room.

“David will have changed too,” Tim said.

“I don’t care, man. I don’t care. I need to be by myself. I need to freak out on my own. I’m getting back to my apartment, ASAP, y’hear? I can’t do this!”

She sounded older, and more authoritative. In fact, she had a bizarre need to set her mind right with some cleaning and ironing, and paying overdue bills, just to feel in control. She didn’t even push the thoughts away: her mind was all over the place. She just needed to be away from Tim, and from David, and especially from Tony. She hadn’t even looked in the mirror, but suspected that she was just a woman now, perhaps even quite the curvaceous and busty one.

“Look, just take care of David, okay? I’ll see you guys tomorrow. I’ve still got college, but I need to figure it out.”

“I know,” Tim said, managing to avoid saying another apology, “but don’t go too far. We need to stay together. I don’t . . . I don’t want to lose you.”

Amy hugged him, not quite knowing why. Big older sister instinct, maybe? When he pulled away, he instinctively wiped Tim’s tears away, then made for the car.

“Have a good night. Tell Tony - your dad - that I’m sorry for ruining the night. This shoot is just too weird.”

And with that he got in his car and drove back to the apartment. It wasn’t until he saw himself in the mirror, looking sexy and beautiful and very much a fully Asian woman, that he realised how deeply the changes had gone beyond just getting tits and a vagina.

It made him finally look at his licence again.

He was now twenty nine years old. His college days - or day, singular - were already behind him.

To Be Continued . . .