Friends are Family, Part 12 (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 Twelve: One Last Addition

Tim felt guilty when he woke the next morning. He’d blown up at his mom - at Amy - all for circumstances that were wildly out of her control. She’d done her best to fight her compulsions and personality changes, let alone her bodily ones, and it certainly wasn’t her fault that he was projecting his own mixed feelings regarding his biological mother onto her. Sure, he didn’t like that she had taken the role of his mom. His feelings towards that original Amy were intensely complicated, ranging from adoration and love to hatred and disappointment. In many ways, the fact that his original mother ran out on him had meant he’d been closely protective of his father, viewing the two of them as an entire unit. Now, he had a popular older adopted sibling in Naomi, and a new mother in the new Amy.

Yes, it’s weird as hell. In this timeline, one of my best friends gave birth to me. She was actually pregnant with me! What the hell kind of crazy result from the wishing stone is that? Jesus, it means I literally breastfed from Matthew in this reality. Ugh!

Which only served to remind him that his friend now had breasts. Big ones, along with curves galore. No wonder all the kids at school made jokes about his mom being a total ‘MILF’; she very much was. And again, that awkwardness made things weird for Tim, and a little resentful too.

But it’s not her fault. Not his fault. I made the wish, I grabbed the stone. I was the one who accidentally caused this change. Naomi seems happy with it, especially with Nathan Hayes, but Matthew literally lost fifteen years of his life. He’s thirty four now!

He got out of bed and got ready for the day. Mel was texting him, and that lifted his spirits. The wild red-haired girl wanted to go biking out into the bush and explore, try some survivalist stuff. It was just like he used to do with Matthew and David before everything changed. At least the latter still had her sights on being a ranger one day; he could get Naomi’s advice on what to do and what to bring that might make things a little more exciting. Fireworks, for instance. He wouldn’t ask Amy; she’d want to help but would only fuss, plus her Tiger Mom instincts would not allow fireworks.

“But I’ll do something for her,” he said to himself. “I need to do something to show she still matters to us. That . . . that I don’t really blame her and I feel shit about it.”

***

Naomi too could sense the awkwardness in the air. Something had changed about her new adoptive mother, and it wasn’t hard to have a guess at what. Despite her obvious attempts to downplay their relationship, the now-older woman was smiling constantly in Anthony’s direction while he made up breakfast for the family, and he too was grinning back. When Tony didn’t think the kids were looking, he even quickly patted Amy on the backside, which left her giggling for a moment until she collected herself.

“Oh God,” Naomi said. “Stop it, you two! What’s gotten into you?”

“We’re just very much in love, dear,” Tony said, grabbing his wife and pulling her towards him. Her chest pressed right against his, and before Amy could do anything, his lips were on hers. She raised a foot automatically, allowing her husband to encircle her in his strong, manly arms. She looked more than comfortable from Naomi’s perspective, particularly since she gave a little noise of delight.

“Ewwww, no one wants to see this!” Naomi called as the two finally separated.

Especially since that’s my friend kissing my new Dad!

“Now, now, dear,” Amy replied automatically. “You just focus on eating your breakfast. You have a big day today with the cheerleading practice and I want you to perform better than the rest. Heads and shoulders better, even.”

Naomi rolled her eyes. “I always do, Mom. That’s how I am now, remember?”

Amy caught the meaningful glance and blushed. “Well, we all have our compulsions to follow, so don’t blame me for being insistent. I can’t help it.”

There was a deeper meaning to her words, and the obvious attraction and flirtatiousness between her and Tony, but Naomi really didn’t want to think about the bedroom matters of her new parents. She was happy to simply accept this new, weird status quo. Better than her old shithead dad. Hell, she had the best of both worlds now as far as she was concerned. She may have been stuck as a Chinese-American woman, not to mention one who was now a total bisexual, but she had an amazing boyfriend, was incredibly fit and popular, and still had pretty terrific smarts. Win-win-win-win, even if she wasn’t looking forward to having her ‘first’ period.

“Yeah, yeah,” she replied to her mother. “I get it. I’ll do my best, Mom. I’ll be home a little earlier today. Nathan Hayes is driving me.”

“You be careful,” Tony said. “I know you’re popular with the boys, sweetheart, but make sure you trust him. I’d like to meet him sometime and get my own perspective on him.”

“You will, don’t worry. He’s a really nice guy. Good looking too.”

“Well, the women of this family do have good taste after all.”

Amy giggled and slapped him across the shoulder playfully. “Oh, you! Instead of commenting on the women of the household, why don’t you comment on the men instead. Go grab Timothy for me. He needs his food.”

“He’s just hiding from his mother after the argument last night,” Naomi said.

“Well, he still needs to eat!”

Anthony left to fetch the youngest member of the family, leaving Amy and Naomi together. An awkward silence came between them.

“So, you’re dating a boy now,” Amy finally said.

Naomi shrugged. “I’m into them now. And women too, still.”

“Ugh, that must be nice. I’m stuck with just being into men. Anthony especially,” she said via compulsion, though it was totally true.

“It’s not all bad, I’m sure, Mom.”

“You really don’t have to call me that, dear.”

“But I do. Because you are. I mean, Tim hasn’t accepted it yet, but I do. This is our new arrangement. The wishing stone won’t change us back. We’re stuck like this, with our new mental changes and our personalities and lives. We’re going to have to live like this, Mom. And . . . that’s okay.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not stuck as a neat-freak older woman who is now the mother to her two best friends! It’s d-dang annoying!”

Naomi grinned. “I don’t know, you seem to enjoy parts of it. Like all that sex you had last night.”

Amy went pale. “We - we didn’t - how did you -”

“I’m not stupid, you know. Being Naomi has made me a lot better at telling this stuff. And while you’ve beaten me to the punch, Nathan and I have totally hardcore made out. Besides, all that energy between you and Dad this morning? You totally had sex last night.”

Amy swallowed. It was pretty funny to watch. I should feel worse about this. I guess I’m a bratty young woman in some ways now.

“This is totally inappropriate for a child to discuss with her mother!”

“So you are my mother, then?”

“No! I’m just - yes, I am, but - but - but eat your food and get to college, young miss! You better make our family proud today!”

Naomi giggled, but let the matter drop. It was good enough to have Amy know that she knew, and was okay with it. Even if it was a hard subject to discuss, for a variety of reasons.

***

“She’s just having a hard time right now, and I want to do something to make her feel better.”

Mel held her boyfriend’s hand, and it made Tim incredibly chuffed to be considered a boyfriend. He’d never been one before, nor had a girlfriend.

“Well, what’s she going through? It can’t be menopause, because no offence but your mom is a total MILF babe.”

Tim sighed. “So I’ve heard, though you’re the first girl to say it, Mel.”

“I call ‘em like I see ‘em,” she replied, grinning. They were walking a trail together, trying to find a good spot to chill. He hadn’t brought fireworks in the end, but did bring the custom bow David had built before becoming Naomi. They took potshots at several trees as they went, and eventually found a nice clearing to hit cans they could stack into pyramids. Meredith thought it was awesome.

“I can’t believe your sister built this. She’s a jack of all trades. I wish I was that awesome.”

“You are awesome,” he replied.

“Well, you call ‘em like you see ‘em too, I guess. Why don’t you make your Mom some dinner?”

“Isn’t that a little ordinary?”

“Maybe, but every mom who works to put dinner on the table appreciates it, especially since you’re a guy. Just make some pizza or something. Everyone loves pizza.”

Tim considered this. “I can make pizza. And she does do the cooking most of the time.”

“Yeah, and just tell her how much you love her and appreciate her and all that sappy shit.”

“Well, it’s not sappy if it’s true. I do love her, and I do appreciate her, and I’m sorry for all the hardship I put her through.”

She punched him in the arm. “See? You got this, man! Just say that to her, make her a nice meal, and let her relax for an evening. Plus, then later you can make me pizzas. Yum yum.”

“Thanks Mel, you’re the best.”

She kissed him, and once again he realised how happy he was at the moment, as if things might well turn a corner and end up okay.

Mom - Amy - did seem happy this morning. Maybe I can make things okay. Maybe we can find a way for things to be alright, even if I don’t necessarily see her as my real Mom.

“Don’t you forget it,” she said, snatching the bow. “Now lemme show you how a real hunter shoots.”

***

Several days followed. Tim wanted to cook on a Friday night after it had been a long week. He also had to find time to buy the ingredients and read up. Pizzas weren’t hard, but he’d always made them with his father, and he didn’t want to screw them up. He also wanted to make actually good pizzas, as well as securing Naomi’s help a little. She was on board with the plan - anything to get Timothy and Amy to reconcile.

Unbeknownst to them - well, at least to Timothy - Amy was slipping yet further into her role when it came to her relationship with her husband. Certainly, the kids both noticed their parents kissing a lot more, even the occasional flirtatiousness. What even Naomi wasn’t aware of was just how much of a tiger their mom had also become in the bedroom. For the new woman, it was like a switch had been flipped, and her instincts to ravish her husband almost nightly were borderline overpowering. She could resist him, of course, but she simply found it harder and harder to bring herself to want to. The sensation of having his big cock sliding into her wet depths was too alluring, particularly since it made her feel so wonderfully loved and cared for. The sensation of submissiveness was also something she craved - she could be a fiercely argumentative and bossy woman in public and in the home, but in the bedroom Anthony took control, and it was goddamn enticing. She’d already tried several positions, from riding him on top to being taken from behind, and the latter gave her four orgasms in a row. There was something about the way Tim’s father held her by the hips and thrust into her, all while she was pressed against the surface of the bed, that made the whole process seem so animal. Sex as a woman, as a goddamn MILF, was fantastic, and soon she was learning to tease and entice her man by wearing tighter outfits, showing a little bit of cleavage, or bending over the right way. She also had some sexy lingerie stashed away in a secret cupboard that she suddenly knew about, and wearing it as he climbed into bed made for some terrific foreplay - and God knew she needed foreplay with her new body.

I’ve become such an embarrassing slut for my husband, she thought to herself after yet another round after everyone had gone to bed and she and Tony had fucked. This time, she’d taken the extra step of going down on him. The thought of sucking on a man’s cock - her friend-turned-son’s father’s cock, no less - should have disgusted her. Instead, she gave him the best damn blowjob he’d ever had, and even swallowed afterwards. A dark shame filled her at how wonderfully salty his semen had tasted.

“You’re the most amazing woman,” Tony said as he held her naked body, playing idly with her large E-cup breasts while he spooned her. “So deeply amazing.”

“I don’t always feel amazing,” she admitted. “I feel like an imposter. And a terrible mother.”

“You’re an amazing mother. Tim is just going through a rough patch. Trust me, Amy, you were meant for this.”

That’s what I’m getting really darn afraid of, she thought to herself. Especially since Naomi thinks this is for good! Oh God, I’m going to be sucking my husband’s dick and letting him cum in me for the rest of my life if she’s right. I’m going to be a total tiger in bed and a

tiger mom in public!

But then the thoughts of how good it felt to have her husband thrusting into her came over her mind, and her large nipples began to stiffen. Tony’s hands traced over them; he was so excitable! Not to mention a whole lot happier now. The man was so down-to-earth and kind and loving. She enjoyed making him happy.

He lowered his hand to her moistening pussy, causing her to moan.

“One more round?” he whispered in her ear.

Ohhhhhhh, yes. Just one more. One more.

She shifted around to kiss him, and soon they were all over each other again.

***

The timing was perfect. Tony had to stay late sorting out finance nonsense at his shop, which meant that Tim had space over the kitchen and the three former friends could interact without fear of saying something weird, or holding something back. Amy had been shocked to be pushed out of the kitchen, and her ire briefly raised.

“I will not be kicked out of my own space, young man!” she declared, instincts coming to the fore.

But when Timothy explained what he was doing she actually relaxed and lay back in the living room, feeling oddly cheerful that things might be turning a corner. Naomi came out as well and took control of the television, and she and Amy argued until they could both agree to watch Farmer’s Wife, which they both clearly enjoyed because of the nice men on display and the easy reality viewing experience.

They’re definitely both women now, Tim mused as he finished up the pizzas. He served them out; meatlovers and supreme and even a garlic prawn one that he knew Amy would be all over.

“Oh man, you are the best, little bro!” Naomi declared. “Are we allowed to eat in the living room, Mom?”

Amy cringed. It would be lacking in neatness. There would be crumbs everywhere. But . . .

“Just this once, then,” she managed, summoning her inner-Matthew. “But be careful with the mess! And pass me a garlic prawn slice, Timothy. It looks amazing, thank you!”

“I felt I should make dinner tonight, as a form of apology,” he said, sitting down next to his Mom. “I’ve been a real dick, Mom. Amy.”

“Language,” she said automatically. But then her expression softened. “But thank you, Tim. It . . . it means a lot. This whole transformation has been hard. I didn’t ask or want to be your mother.”

“I know, but . . . maybe we can try. You know, if this is forever. I think I can get used to it, after some time.”

“Me too,” she said, taking a bite.”

“Hell yeah you can, Mom!” Naomi cheered. “After all the action you and Dad have been getting!”

The fuck!?

Both Tim and Amy looked in her direction. Amy blushed terribly. “Naomi! How dare you talk like that!”

“Action?” Tim said.

“Yeah, the two have been going at it like crazy. You hadn’t figured this out.”

“I thought you were just kissing and getting along. Taking it slow. Did you - did you seriously sleep with my Dad, Mom? Amy?”

Amy was briefly silent. “I . . . yes, I did. I didn’t mean to at first, Timothy. It just sort of . . . happened. It’s only natural; it’s what a married couple do! That’s how my mind took it, at least. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I couldn’t resist, and it’s been normal ever since. It’s part of the mental changes, but it’s also your father. He’s just so down to earth and kind and caring, and he always wants best for all of us, and he’s so damn handsome, and when we’re together we-”

“STOP! Stop stop stop stop, I don’t want to hear this!”

“Yeah, Mom,” Naomi added. “TMI, much?”

“You’re the one that brought this up, young missy!”

The younger woman snorted. “Yeah, that was my bad.”

Amy turned back to Timothy. “But I am sorry. I - I didn’t mean to, Tim. It’s so hard to avoid, and it’s not just the wishing stone. It’s just . . . part of this new life.”

But strangely, Tim wasn’t angry. Weirded out, a bit confused and awkward, yes. But not angry. He placed a hand on his Mom’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, Mom. It’s okay. We’re not gonna talk about it - every again - but it’s okay. I’ve been the one in need of saying sorry. You’re going through so much and adjusting so amazingly. I don’t know if I can see you as my actual Mom, but if I had to have a friend by my Mom, I’m glad it’s you.”

“Me too,” Naomi said. “Just like I’d totally choose you guys as my family any day.”

Amy smiled, small tears forming in her eyes. She wiped them away, but still gave a little sob.

“Thank you,” she said, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you both. We can do this, can’t we? All three of us?”

“All three of us,” Timothy said.

“All three of us,” Naomi replied, shifting to the couch to sit on the other side of her mother and give her a side hug.

Amy wiped away another tear when her stomach suddenly rumbled, loudly.

“Jesus, Mom!” Naomi said.

“Sorry, I guess I’m hungrier than I thought!”

She grabbed another slice and wolfed it down, but her stomach growled again, this time even louder. To her embarrassment, she abandoned her new neatness and grabbed a meatlovers, biting that down quickly as well. And then another slice, and another. Soon it was hard to even pay attention to what was onscreen; her stomach was simply that hungry.

God, what now? Why am I suddenly so hungry!

“Uh, do you want to slow down, Mom? I don’t think Tim made them for just you.”

“Yeah, are you okay, Amy?”

“I - ohhhhh - j-just so hungry! There’s this p-pressure. I need more! I can’t explain it!”

She ate another slice, and then another, having devoured most of the pizza Tim had made.

“Tim, what did you put in that stuff?”

“Nothing, Naomi! Just normal ingredients.”

“Well, Amy doesn’t think so!”

The pressure was growing in her abdomen, and also a little in her breasts and hips. Amy couldn’t understand it, but she simply had to keep eating. The pizza was delicious, but the hunger was the important thing. It was beyond anything she’d ever felt.

“Should I call someone?” Tim suggested. “Is this a medical emergency?”

“No, it’s - ohhhhh, God! No! Qǐng bù! Please no!”

They all noticed it then; the sudden wave of rainbow-like light that rippled through the room, altering reality once more. A new effect of the wishing stone, no doubt, though each were taken by surprise. It had been days since the last one, and even Amy had assumed it was finished!

“Another change? What now! I better not get older!” cried Naomi.
But it wasn’t her who felt an oncoming change, but Amy herself. The pressure in her core reached its max, and the same for her chest as well. She clutched her stomach, groaning.

“S-so tight! It’s so - ahhh!”

“Oh my God,” Naomi said.

“What the fuck,” Tim added.

Amy glared. “Language, you two! And what do you mean by - ohhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!!”

Her stomach began to expand, pushing outwards. She was wearing a stylish black dress that conformed to her lovely shape, which meant that the expanding bump was all the more noticeable. Right before the group’s eyes a belly formed, round and full and taut. It surged forward, growing visibly and even audibly, a series of bubble-like sounds and growls emerging even as Amy continued to eat more pizza to accommodate this change. She gasped, clutching herself, and even her impressive E-cup breasts blew up a little, becoming ripe F-cups that were slightly sore, the nipples darker and expanded. Her hips settled a little wider, but the majority of the change was in her belly, which was now obviously pregnant and full.

“This can’t be - this can’t be h-happening to me! Ohhhh, whyyyyyy!?”

She placed her hands on it, trying to stop it, but it pushed out yet further. Within, something was filling her. She raced through the second trimester until she arrived at what had to be the third, her dome full and round. Impossible to hide. The rainbow wave of the wishing stone finally passed, leaving the thirty-four year old woman breathing heavily, her larger breasts rising and falling like mountains. Her abdominal muscles had separated, and she was aware of how much heavier she was, how much more awkward. Her belly looked huge from her perspective, and there was a tightness and fullness to it that was alien. It wasn’t fat; it was pregnant.

“Amy,” Tim ventured, “Is that - are you?”

A flurry of movement in her womb followed, causing her to groan. All three of them could see the kicks that followed, pushing against the surface of the belly which her dark dress conformed to the shape of.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned. “That’s - that’s a baby! There’s a baby in me. F-frick! I’ve got Anthony’s baby!”

Matthew just became pregnant, Tim thought. He exchanged an astonished look with Naomi, who was equally baffled. Is this the result of her having sex with Dad? Is this her being brought fully into the family? Oh, poor Matthew!

Amy gaped, not even knowing what to say. A baby - an actual baby more than halfway through its gestational development - was now occupying her full womb. It was heavy. It was alive. It was shifting about inside her, distending her already distended stomach further. She got up as quickly as she could, which required more shifting than usual. She nearly toppled over from the new weight distribution, and had to put her hands on her back to re-adjust herself.

“No,” she whispered. “No, no! This can’t happen. I didn’t ask for this!”

“Mom, it’s okay,” Naomi said. “We’ll figure something out!”

“Not this! I didn’t meant for this! I’m not meant to be a Mom. An actual Mom!”

Tim didn’t know what to say. I need to say something. She needs us right now. But his words died on his lips, and when Amy looked to him, he looked away. Tears flowed back into her eyes, and the newly pregnant woman left the room quickly, sobbing even as she held her awkwardly bloated stomach.

“Holy shit,” Naomi said. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Me either. Poor Amy.”

“Should we follow her?”

“No, I think she just needs time in the room. We can talk about it when-”

But she wasn’t heading for the room. The garage door was opening, and the sound of a car turning on followed. The pair jumped from the couches and raced through the house, only to find themselves too late.

Amy was in the spare car, already backing out of the driveway. She was barely containing herself. She gave them one look as they tried to flag her down.

And then she took off, to God knows where.

To Be Continued . . .