Friends are Family, Part 9 (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 Nine: Meet Your New Mommy

The cascade of rainbow-like lights flooded in from the horizon. They came like a wave, sweeping through the room and signalling to Amy that another change was looming. She had her face against Anthony’s chest, and he was so comforting and protective that she almost didn’t notice the signs of the wishing stone. But out of her peripherals she caught them, and her eyes widened.

“Oh God. Oh no. Not - not again!”

“What’s wrong?” Anthony asked. “Talk to me, sweetie.”

Sweetie? What is this man talking about? What is - ohhhhhh!

The pressures began, the subtle tensions in her body that told her that the changes were starting. Amy bit her lip, unintentionally pressing herself against Anthony without meaning to. He held her, stopping her from falling, and quickly helped her out back.

“I’ll be just a moment!” he said. “It’s okay, honey!”

“Honey!?”

He dashed out, and seconds later she could hear him closing up the store early so customers wouldn’t bother them. Then he raced back, phone in hand.

“Do I need to call an ambulance? What’s going on?”

“N-no! No ambulance! Please . . . my body. Ohhhhhh . . . it’s ch-changing again!”

Anthony went to her side and grabbed her hand. They were on a simple backroom couch, but there was something shockingly intimate about the scene, particularly with his wonderfully coarse hand upon her skin.

Wonderfully coarse? What’s wrong with me!? My hands are meant to be coarse!

And yet she didn’t pull her hand away. She needed him, his presence, as her body changed, even if he was immune from understanding what was going on. The former male grit her teeth as the transformation began in full, in all the places she had hoped wouldn’t be the case. Her body aged a couple more years, much to her annoyance. A slight reduction in energy, a few more little wrinkles, though nothing too advanced, thankfully. But her figure changed more dramatically: her breasts, already D-cups in size, surged forth to overwhelm her bra. It in turn changed in reaction, growing up a couple of cup sizes to match her increasingly busty figure.

“B-big damn t-tits!” she cried. “This is ridiculous!”

Anthony gave her a funny look, but otherwise didn’t find this too alarming. “Are they giving you trouble again? I told you, we can afford some better bras, honey. You need the support!”

“I d-damn well know that, honey!” she snapped, only to catch herself. She’d just called him honey. It made her head spin, but she couldn’t focus on that right now, because her hips were also widening even as her breasts grew. They expanded, her clothes shifting to accommodate them, and soon she didn’t just have a pair of impressive hips, but a very impressive set. The kind that would draw the eye of any male in her direction, particularly since her butt grew a little bigger and shapelier.

Oh shoot. Shit! I’ve got a real set of babymakers. Seriously, these look like they’ve given birth or something. They’ve got ‘childbearing’ written all over them!

Her hair became fully raven black, descending down her shoulders until they reached the very small of her back. It wasn’t as long a path as before either, because her height shrunk also. Matthew had already been annoyed at losing his impressive height, but now as Amy, she had reduced to a short five-foot-five or even five-foot-four or so. It was made all the more obvious by how much bigger Anthony seemed next to her, and when he placed an arm of comfort around her she felt small and nestled against him - small, that was, except for her bountiful chest, which upped another cup size dramatically. Her new tits were huge and heavy, perfect and full, and a button naturally unpopped, leaving her with some lovely deep cleavage on display.

Holy moly. These are huge! I must be an F-cup or something. Wait, am I even thinking in English? What language am I thinking in!?

The answer, she realised with dread, was Mandarin. Her thoughts were a strange blend of American English and her new ‘native’ language from China. Fitting, since she was now a full Chinese woman, but alarming nonetheless.

The changes finished, and the last flash of light emanated, signalling that it was over. For a long minute, Amy simply breathed, trying to contain her thoughts and untangle the two languages that now ran together in a simple stream. Her chest heaved. They were big breasts, though not ridiculous in size, just noticeably quite . . . full. Busty. Mom tits.

Oh God, I’ve got mom tits. Mom Tits. Big mommy tits.

The fact that she was wearing a cute white blouse that fitted tightly to her figure, as well as a skirt that hugged her thighs quite nicely, only emphasised her form further. There were so many curves on her body now, and they were packed in tighter too due to her reduced height. Even the weight of her longer hair was noticeable, and the feeling that her face had changed a little, perhaps a bit fuller in the lips, or softer in the general features.

“Guàiyì de,” she said, before correcting herself. “This is weird.”

“Are you sure it’s not nice?” Anthony said, still holding her. “We rarely get to do this anymore. We’ve been so busy, sweetie. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it was putting such pressure on you. We’ll organise a date night soon, send the kids somewhere, and focus on us.”

“U-us?” Amy asked. A dreadful realisation was dawning. She pulled away from Anthony slowly, though not completely, and stared up into his eyes. They were strangely hypnotic. Handsome, even. She cursed her stupid female body for clearly being attracted to men now, especially in this moment.

Don’t even think about it. This man is your best friend’s dad! It’s so weird!

She swallowed as he regarded her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. He brushed her cheek with one hand, and she failed to stop him. In fact, she moaned softly as he did so.

“Of course, us, Amy,” he said. “I know there’s been lots of changes: Naomi off in college, Timothy finding a new relationship, and us reworking the store, but you’ve been my rock the whole way through. I couldn’t imagine anyone else as my wife, you know that.”

Wife. Wife!? WIFE!?!?!

But it was too late, because at that moment, Anthony kissed her.

And worse, she kissed him back, moaning softly again. His lips were wonderful, the scruff of his shadow marvellous against her soft skin.

And then she realised what was doing, and leapt backwards to her feet, rubbing her mouth.

“N-not now, stupid!” she hissed. “You’ve got a store to run. And I’ve, uh, got to go. Women’s stuff! You stay here and finish the shift, honey. I mean . . . ugh!”

She walked off as quickly as she could, overwhelmed with emotion and not sure what to do, and leaving a very confused Anthony behind. Her breasts bounced in her bra annoyingly, and it annoyed her that a small sense of pride in her figure was also present. Her hips shook a bit more dramatically, sashaying from side to side.

She made it to the exit of the store and around the corner before she could no longer hold off hyperventilating.

“I’m - I’m Anthony’s wife? This is how I join the family? Tā māde niǎo, I am going to kill Timothy for this!”

Wait, this means Timothy is . . . my son.

“Definitely going to kill him for this, once he’s finished his damn homework!”

***

Naomi hadn’t changed any further, which confused her. The glittering light had expanded, but she still had her C-cup breasts and impressive height and athletic build. She still had her more girl sensibilities and newfound obsession with boybands. At best, her hair had grown just a little longer, and her hourglass figure just a bit more pronounced. Timothy had noticed the lights as well, but could see no further changes either.

“Maybe the house?” Naomi said, frowning as they entered their home. “Last time I also got my room, with all the, you know, pink things.”

Timothy chuckled. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. I kinda like it. Besides, it’s way better than the place I used to have. Seriously, I’d rather be a hot girl and have you as my little bro than be stuck in my old place with my sicko dad. Anthony is way better.”

Wow, she really has changed, Tim thought. But at least my friend is still in there. She may be more brash and confident and, well, flirty with the boys and girls at college, apparently, but she still thinks things through pretty reasonably.

“I guess so. At least he is now that he’s happier.”

“Funny how just having me along makes him happier though,” Naomi said. “Oh shit, I didn’t mean it like that, man.”

“No, I know what you mean,” said Timothy, who’d been thinking the same. “Don’t get me wrong, I know Dad always wanted another kid, and liked the idea of having a, er, daughter.”

“Yeah, still feels weird being a daughter. But not . . . bad.”

“That’s good. But that doesn’t explain why he’s so much happier now.”

“Maybe he just likes being able to work with Amy. He always got along with Matthew, now they’re like, work partners or something.”

It was that thought that made them both think at the same time of an alternative. They shared a concerned glance.

“You don’t think . . ?”

Tim shook his head, refusing to even acknowledge it.

“Yeah, right. Gross. But . . . maybe the change happened to the house. Maybe Amy’s like a live-in aunt or something now.”

“Wow, that’s weird too.”

Super weird, Naomi thought. Because I nearly said ‘Mom’ instead of ‘Aunt.’ I better not say anything to my little br - to Tim. He might freak.

Instead, they explored the house together. Perhaps some of the changes had been mental, because Naomi felt far more comfortable in her body now, and she had been starting to feel pretty dang confident in it before. Just the idea of being male again even seemed sort of strange: for one, she wouldn’t be able to wear cute crop tops that showed off her awesome abs.

But those thoughts ended as they explored the living room. Indeed, some things had changed, though it was too subtle to notice at first. But having lived there longer, Timothy noticed eventually.

“The family photographs,” he said. “They’ve - they’ve changed! Amy’s in them!”

“No fucking way!” Naomi said. She strode across the room and grabbed a standing photoframe from a shelf. “Um, dude, look at this. This is pretty damn weird. Weirder than me getting all confident and sporty and girly, even.”

Timothy looked at the photo. They both did. The new step-siblings could barely believe what they were seeing: in the frame were the pair of them a few years younger, courtesy of the reality change. They were both smiling - Naomi a bit more mischievously, and Timothy clearly putting on a fake smile for the camera. Anthony had a hand on his son’s shoulder, and his smile was far more earnest. He was wearing his best shirt. And next to Anthony, a hand around Tim’s father’s waist, and her other hand on Naomi’s shoulder, was Amy. Not the original Amy Liu that had run away and abandoned Timothy and Anthony and left them a broken family, though she did have a remarkable resemblance with her. No, this was a new woman, albeit one who easily could have been Timothy’s mother.

Who was Timothy’s new mother.

“No,” the teenager said. “There’s just no way. It can’t be!”

It was at that point that the door slammed open, and someone came stomping into the living room. The stepsiblings turned to see the spitting image of the woman in the photo come barrelling in, her face matted with tears, her expression frustrated and emotional.

Holy crap, Amy grew some big boobs, the pair of them thought as one. They both noted that she looked a little older, though incredibly beautiful and youthful, in a way that Asian women could often be well into middle age.

Amy stopped as soon as she saw them. She didn’t know what to say.

“Oh my God,” Naomi said. “You’re our Mom now. My step-mom, I guess, but Timothy’s actual mom.”

Amy swallowed. “No! It’s not - I changed again, but it can’t be.”

“There’s even a photo of you holding Tim just like there used to be, but it’s you now. You’re Tim’s biological mother, Amy. You’re his actual blood mom.”

The new son and mother exchanged a look. This was totally alien to both of them.

Mom is my new mom? I mean, Matthew/Amy is my new mom? And always was?

I’m his mom? God, in this timeline I had sex as a woman, got knocked up, and gave birth to him? No. No no no no no.

She repeated that last part out loud: “No. No no no no no no! I refuse to accept it! I am not your mother! I did not give birth to you.”

But even as she said it, a flash of knowledge came over her, a distant memory that she hadn’t truly experienced, and yet felt familiar somehow at the same time. Her, with a big round belly, lying back in a hospital bed with her legs spread wide. She was in pain, clenching Anthony’s hand and screaming demands at him, cursing him for getting her pregnant at such a young age, as she pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed at the recommendation of the doctors, until finally . . .

“Wǒde tiān na! Oh my God! I gave birth to you. This is so f-f-frickin’ not cool! Change this timeline back! I don’t want to be your mother. Your actual mother.”

“I don’t want you as my mother!” Tim exclaimed. “Oh shit, this -”

“Watch your language or I’ll make you clean up for dinner tonight and you’ll get no desert!” she snapped, only to catch her new Tiger Mom instincts. “Oh no, I’m even acting like your mother. Why me? I’ve lost twenty years of my life almost - I’m thirty four now! Thirty four!”

Which wasn’t that old, all things considered, especially given her striking beauty. It meant that she had still conceived Timothy quite young, though now at least at eighteen rather than sixteen. And likely they had adopted the older Naomi not long after, making them a blended family.

Naomi couldn’t help herself. She giggled a little, and her new mom glared at her.

“What’s so funny!?” she snapped, folding her arms beneath her breasts. “Something to say?”

“Sorry! It’s just . . . you’re the troublemaker, but now you’re the rules-obsessed mom. And you were complaining before about not being the family, now you’re the head of it.”

“Anthony is meant to be the head of it, sweetie. I mean, Naomi. Not me!”

Naomi smirked again. “No offence, mom. Shit, now I’m saying it.”

“Language.”

“Whatever. But no offence, but you’re an Asian mom. A Chinese mom. You’re a tiger woman - you run the show, at least how you’re coming across.”

Oh God, they’re right, the former Matthew thought. I’m acting like a rules-obsessed, neatness obsessed, get good grades or else kind of mom. These stupid mental changes!

“I don’t want to talk about this right now!” she said suddenly. She wiped her eyes, and Naomi felt terrible - she was a bit more bratty lately, but she didn’t want her mom - or her friend - to cry.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean-”

“I’m not your mom!” Amy shouted, before turning on the spot and walking away, her wide childbearing hips - ones that had now actually born a child sixteen years ago - swaying from side to side. She went up the stairs as quickly as she could and slammed the door to her room shut, falling onto the bed and already starting to cry.

My bed? This is Anthony’s bed . . . oh God. It’s our bed. I sleep here now.

She adamantly refused to do that, but she stayed in place anyway, trying to come to terms with everything that had happened to her.

“I’m a d-d-darn mom, now,” she whimpered to herself. “I’m my best friends’ hot Asian mom. Why did he have to make that wish? Why did I have to turn out like this?”

He flopped onto his back, and his large boobs bounced as he did so. For just a moment, he imagined a man touching them. Tony touching them. She quickly pulled her thoughts away from such reluctant desires.

No way, she thought. I refuse to play this role. There is no way on Earth I’m going to become this group’s mom!

Downstairs, Naomi and Timothy were also processing this. It was a rude shock, and Tim didn’t know what to think. He actually felt a little bit violated, in a strange way. He had no love for the mom who had abandoned him, but he hadn’t asked for his past to be rewritten, or to get a new mom. He felt terribly for Matthew, who was always such a rogue, but was now stuck as a thirty-four year old mom. His mom.

“This is really, really weird,” he said flatly.

Naomi nodded, still a little shell-shocked herself. “Yeah, super weird. Dude, we just met our new mommy.”

To Be Continued . . .