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Wishing Roles, Part 8 (Bimbofication & MILFication)
🕑 Added 2024-09-21 10:26:14 +0000 UTCBy 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 . . .
Part 8: More Than Once
Mike couldn’t get enough of Mandy in that dress. He kissed her, fondling her breasts, running his hands over her. She clung to him, pressing her stomach against the hardness in his shirt, rubbing up against her husband so that she could tease his cock even more. They knocked over vases and books as they moved up the hallway, unable to stop pressing one another against the wall, grunting and groaning with sheer arousal and passion.
“You’re s-so handsome,” she moaned. “So muscular.”
“And your breasts are unbelievable, your curves!”
“They’re awful! I’m such a bimbo!”
“A perfect bimbo,” he replied. “Just as I fantasise about. I bet those tits are really sensitive.”
“F-feel them, then! Get me out of this dress!”
He helped her slide out of it, freeing her bountiful breasts. Instantly he was upon them, caressing and wobbling them, fondling her nipples with his thumbs and then sucking upon them. Mandy was in heaven and hell, but Mike’s walls were fully down as they progressed to the bedroom. He tipped her over to her back and she spread her legs instinctively.
“I can’t fight this,” she said.
“Do we even want to?”
It was the armour piercing question, and it shattered hers.
“No,” she replied. She spread her legs wider. “Get my panties off. I want your big, hard dick in me, husband.”
With a smirk, and just a moment of regret, Mike entered her with her guidance, going deep into her pussy. It was tighter and wetter and finer than Hanah’s ever was, and that was the last he thought of his once-girlfriend.
They fucked in the bedroom. They fucked in the kitchen. They fucked in the living room and even in the hallway. They fucked on the couch and against the table and on the bed, against the wall and on the floor. Somewhere along the way, both Mike and Mandy realised that it was their fifth lovemaking session that night, five times as many as they had initially planned for themselves, and yet they simply couldn’t stop. Mike was having the best sex of his life, and the nature of the wish granting had clearly given him a lightning fast refractory period. It was as if just by being turned on he could be ‘refilled,’ so to speak. Maybe he could have fought it, but Mandy was now, sexually speaking, his perfect woman. She giggled at the cutest moments, purred during foreplay, moaned and cried out in submissive excitement as climax neared. When he fucked her missionary style, Mandy spread her legs around him, holding tight with her thighs and begging him to cup her sensitive tits. When he took her from behind, she assumed the most dutiful position, allowing him to feel like he was dominating his bimbo bride. And when he banged her against the wall, she pressed her heaving, jiggling chest into his face, all the better to lick and suck her nipples.
Mandy, in turn, was also in heaven. She had only started recently mourning a life without love and romance and sex, and while this was nowhere near the intellectual companionship she imagined, it was utterly intoxicating to have someone lust after her perfect body as Mike did. She felt like she belonged to him, his trophy wife for life, his saucy woman, his to caress and grope and squeeze whenever he wanted, and she to dress up however he liked, all to please him. When he slid his huge cock into her from behind, she couldn’t help but moan like a whore in heat, and while it still filled her with embarrassment, it also seemed so damn good. Even better was going down on her knees and deep-throating his cock. She had never imagined debasing herself like this, but now it felt empowering to be in such total submission. There was something freeing about being so captive to a man’s attention, as paradoxical as that sounded. When he groaned and pulled her hair, climaxing into her mouth, she swallowed his salty issue not just without complaint, but with cheerful relish.
“Mhmmmm,” she murmured, taking it all in. “Ahhhh!!”
And then, to her humiliation and joy, she actually came from sucking him off. Just pleasing her new husband brought such bodily pleasure to herself.
So yes, they fucked all night long, clinging to one another’s naked bodies in the interim, conjuring up plans to separate and avoid another round of carnal relations even though both knew it was a fool’s errand. The magic had won; there were no more warm glows of physical change, just the overriding push to follow their new roles, and the dopamine rush that came with doing so. To truly seal the deal, the pair continued to whisper lines that emerged from them like a pre-recorded script, especially as they drew close to yet another perfect shared orgasm.
“I love you Mandy. I’ll never love any woman but you.”
“I love you too! I never want to be anything but your loving wife!”
“I’m so glad I proposed to you.”
“I’m so glad - ahhhh - that I accepted! I’m yours, forever.”
“I can’t wait to start a family.”
“I can’t wait to have your babies! Now make me yours. I want you to show me who’s in charge, husband.”
“I will. Now moan for me, and don’t stop moaning until you cum.”
And on it went, all sweet and loving, sensual and flirty, all as if they had been together for years and were destined to be together for life. And when Mike came inside of her, Mandy couldn’t stop herself from imagining that perfect future, be it her pregnant with all their future children, or dressing up sexy for date night, or simply making him breakfast, lunch, and dinner like a loving wife should. Mike also saw this in his mind’s eye, along with having this gorgeous, bubbly woman on his arm, the ultimate bimbo trophy as much as she would be his romantic partner.
There was no escaping it, now. They had given in, and both knew. When they collapsed into each other’s arms that final time before going to sleep, their murmured conversation betrayed this fact.
“We’re never going back, are we?” Mike asked, caressing his wife’s hip.
“No,” Mandy said, almost mournfully. “I can’t fight it anymore. We’ve, like, lost. I can’t ever be Amanda again. And only a small part of me even wants to. It’s so unfair.”
But then Mike’s arms encircled her to comfort her, and comforted she was. She moaned a little, smiling despite herself as he cupped her large breast.
“I didn’t mean for this,” Mike said. “I’ll take good care of you, honey.”
“And I’ll, like, always be your best . . . wife . . .”
Those were her last thoughts as she drifted into unconsciousness. Mike followed shortly after, marvelling at his new partner’s body. To his embarrassment, he too had a shameful thought: it was hard to deny that Mandy was already a better partner than Hannah was.
Besides, why would he want to date his mother-in-law?
***
The next morning, the pair made love again. Mandy dutifully woke her husband gently by licking his cock, hardening his shaft until Mike finally stirred.
“Mhmm, I thought it was a dream. Should we fight it?”
“I’m sick of fighting it,” she replied, raising her head for a moment. She was wearing nothing but a sexy pair of red lingerie she’d put on especially for the morning. “Fighting it hasn’t, like, done anything but bring me misery. But this big, hard dick on the other hand . . .”
Mike nodded, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head.
“I don’t want to fight it either,” he said. “Your lips are too good. I’m sorry.”
“Like, don’t be. Just so long as you let me taste your cum.”
She went back to sucking, this time more vigorously, and the two once more came to terms with this new reality; she submissively pleasing her husband, and him relishing the sensations of it. Mike wasn’t an alpha male bro type, nor even remotely misogynistic. This fantasy was just that; purely a fantasy. And somehow, despite all his attempts to be a better guy and date someone who was intelligent and assertive and wonderful, he’d landed straight back into fantasy land. And the reality was, he was starting to be okay with that.
“Nghhh, s-so close! God, I’m about to cum, Mandy! I’m nearly - nearly - ahhh!! Yesss!!!”
He ejaculated, arching his back as he did so, and it was a huge load as well. Even Mandy struggled to keep it all in, and the bimbofied former academic blushed with a deep shade of red as she realised how far she had fallen. But then she swallowed it all down and literally orgasmed from the deliciously salty taste of it, and her regrets were pushed down once more.
“Like, that was sooooo hot and tasty,” she said afterwards. “Do you wanna go another round where you fuck my wet pussy, and then we can, like, shower together?”
“Sounds perfect, honey,” Mike said, the last part coming automatically. “I really am sorry about this, by the way.”
“Please, you, like, hardly sound it now.”
“Well, neither do you!”
A protracted silence followed.
“But this is it now, isn’t it?” Mandy says.
He scratched his hair sheepishly. “Yeah.”
“You, like, totally got everything you wanted.”
“I hope you can learn to enjoy this, at least. I mean, it sounds like you are. You know, during.”
“Mhmm, don’t remind me! Let’s just shower together so I don’t, like, totally think about it. You can feel my ass and tits while we enjoy it, and then I can dress up all hot for you in a crop top and short skirt. Ugh, I can’t believe what a total nympho bimbo I am now. We have to tell my Mom, you know.”
“You mean Hannah?” Mike asked, again feeling awkward.
“Yeah. H-Hannah. My Mom.”
Again, that silence.
“She’s gonna kill us,” Mandy said. “I’m soooo embarrassed by this. She held out longer than us. She’s stronger.”
“Maybe she’s found a cure,” Mike suggested, though he doubted it was true. At that point, staring at his naked wife’s big juicy tits was too much, and he began to get hard again. And then all hopes of a cure fled his mind. He didn’t want one.
“Another round, right?” he said.
She licked her lips, falling back into her new bimbo personality. “Like, maybe two? I really, really, really like it when you fuck me up against the wall.”
The shower had to wait.
***
Mike drove. Mandy didn’t want Hannah - her Mom, now - to see her pink Mustang and think even less of her. Of course, it didn’t stop her from wearing a crop top that her big boobs were practically bursting out of, not to mention a pair of daisy dukes that hugged her behind perfectly. Her top was pink, of course, and her hair was done up in pigtails. Mike found it hard not to look at her while driving. He shouldn’t have felt guilty, he reasoned, this was his wife, after all. And perhaps he could have been more than okay with it, were it not for the predicament poor Hannah had ended up with, aged up nearly twenty years and given a curvy MILFy body she’d never wanted, not to mention a number of new eating habits that were totally at odds with her life of dieting and exercise.
“We just have to be up front with her,” Mike said. “Tell her everything.”
“Like, how many times I sucked you off and stuff?” Mandy asked, her mind lacking its previous intuitive intelligence.
“What? No, of course not, honey! I just mean we should tell her how we did have sex. Um, maybe leave out just how many times and what positions, honey.”
“Even, like, that reverse cowgirl? Gawd, I can’t believe, like, I never knew about it. I guess it took becoming a total airhead hottie to become sexually free, or something. Ugh, I don’t know. It’s my dumb brain talking, now. She’s in charge.”
He squeezed her thigh affectionately as he pulled up to park to where Hannah was. By all rights, he should really be living there too, but he had a feeling he’d be with Mandy from now on, unless Hannah had found a way to undo things. But that’s not why there were here; they had to fess up and tell his former girlfriend-turned-mother-in-law that they’d done the deed, as man and wife.
“Should I just knock?” Mike asked.
“Like, I don’t see why not?”
He did a few times, but no one answered.
“Maybe she’s not home.”
“Try the handle!”
It was a surprisingly good idea, given what an airhead Mandy had so recently become. The door opened, and the two stepped into the living room, the one that Mike could recall so often making out with Hannah in, until their wishes had changed everything.
“Hello? Anybody home?”
“Mike? Mandy? What are you doing here!?”
It was Hannah, stepping out from the bathroom, and obviously having recently showered. She was adorned in a white bathrobe and her hair was still covered, but it appeared that she too had undergone some last minute transformation adjustments. Her plumper body was obvious, thick in all the right ways, and her chest was larger than even Mady’s, though less proportionately big given that she didn’t have nearly her ‘daughter’s’ petiteness. She looked to be the spitting image of Mandy were she twenty years older, had put on some love handles, and had a child or two. For Mandy, it wasn’t even that awkward to see her mother like this, but Mike almost felt a need to look away from a sight that would have once been ordinary to him.
“We - we had to come by and tell you,” Mike said.
“You need to leave!” Hannah hissed, her voice oddly whispered.
“Did you, like, find a way to reverse this?” Mandy asked. “Are you, like, concentrating or something?”
“No, it’s just - oh my God, you’re holding hands. This - did you sleep together? My gorgeous daughter and my wonderful son-in-law slept together!?”
Mike’s eyes went wide. “How did you know?”
“A woman can tell! God, look at you! So young! I can’t believe this! I - shoot. You need to go. Please, I’ll talk about it later, but you need to go n-”
“Hey Han, have you got visitors?”
From the bathroom stepped another individual, wearing a towel around his waist. He was grey-haired and hairy in general, but oddly handsome despite obviously being in his late forties or early fifties. He had a dashing kind of confidence, and he placed an arm around Hannah’s bare shoulders and smirked.
“You must be Mandy, right? Han’s daughter.”
Hannah blushed so deeply red that she could almost be mistaken for a tomato. The evidence of her own failure to avoid her role could not have been more obvious, nor the proof that she’d also left her relationship with Mike and had sex with someone else. Someone more ‘appropriate’ for her age.
“I’m Alan,” the man said. “Sorry to meet under such awkward circumstances.”
“You have, like, no idea,” Mandy said.
To Be Continued . . .
Comments
Bronin
So excited to see Hannah's side of the story!
