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Wishing Roles, Part 9 (Bimbofication & MILFication)
🕑 Added 2024-10-20 09:44:18 +0000 UTCSorry about the delay on this one. Hope you enjoy it! Also, this has nothing to do with anything, but I saw The Wild Robot in cinemas and absoluely adored it! Go see it now!
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 . . .
Part 9: Hannah’s Side
Hannah had been trying to be careful, even with the compulsions. She was aware that she was now a woman in her forties. She was aware that so much about her had changed. Once petite and lithe, she was now thick and curvy. One young man passing her on the sidewalk had even catcalled her, stating that she was a ‘nice, thick-looking MILF!’ She’d later been informed that the spelling was ‘thicc,’ and that this was a compliment. Hadn’t she known that, once? God, it was so hard to tell with how her compulsions were pushing her mind to act in her new role.
And that was where Alan came into the picture.
He was handsome. He was charming. He was of a more appropriate age, at least given her new form. Once, Hannah would have found the notion of sleeping with a man in his early fifties to be utterly repugnant. Now, the wish was making her find it charming. As a regular at her work, it wasn’t hard to notice that his eyes were on her, or that his slick tongue heaped compliments upon her when she served him.
“You’re looking as radiant as ever, Hannah. You know, sometimes I don’t even know if the food’s good, because I’m too busy enjoying the fine company.”
She would blush, grin, and make some flirty remark back, something like: “Well, I’ll never complain about having a customer with such handsome silver hair as yourself, Alan!”
Hannah knew it was only a matter of time before she began to unravel. Her libido was stronger than it had been in her former life, and it was clear that her MILF-like body wanted this older man. She had already masturbated to the thought of him upon her and inside her several times. Her only hope was getting ahold of Mike and Mandy and getting their aid. Hell, even their encouragement!
Only, Mandy wasn’t answering.
Neither was Mike.
She sent them a flurry of texts, even flagging a number of them as ‘Code Red’, the term they had agreed upon as one in which the other two would come to aid, a sign that the compulsions were going too far.
And yet, still no answer. Hannah was lying upon her bed, trying not to fidget too much. Trying not to give in. But it was true: the more one fought the effects of the wish, the more the compulsions to follow its course took over. Automatically, without her permission, her hands shot out to grab her phone once more. They typed in the number that Alan had given her. Anxious, frustrated, turned on and terrified, her possessed hand brought the phone to her ear, listening to it ring out.
“Please don’t answer, please don’t answer, please don’t-”
There was a click. “Hello, this is Alan speaking.”
The dam broke. Just hearing that voice, smooth and syrupy and aged like fine wine, shattered any resistance inside Hannah.
“Hello Alan, it’s me.”
“Hannah? I’ve been hoping to hear from you. I’d play it cool, but to be perfectly honest I’ve been glued to the phone all evening.”
“Well, how would you like to glue yourself to something far more lovely? I’d like to see you. Are you free to come to my place?”
There was a brief pause on the other side of the phone. “How many speed laws can I break?”
***
There wasn’t much the MILFified former petite woman could do. When Alan arrived, a dashing smile plastered to his features, Hannah had already adorned herself in an outfit prime to seduce him. It wasn’t the thin, slinky dresses she was used to, but rather a tight blue outfit that worked well with her blonde hair and outlined her voluptuous figure. It didn’t hide her thickness, but instead celebrated it. Her pendulous breasts were pushed up to extremity by the cups of the outfit, and her impressive thighs were visible below the short hem. Most of all, it emphasised her wide, maternal hips and more generous waist. Part of her hoped that, somehow, Alan would be dissuaded by this appearance, including the pearly necklace she’d worn and the golden hoop earrings, both of which seemed tacky in her mind.
She was to be simultaneously disappointed and happily surprised, because he positively beamed to see her.
“My God,” he said. “And I thought you were a sight before.”
“Oh, you!” she replied, the reply coming automatically. “Are you ready?”
He arched an eyebrow. “For what? With that incredible getup, I imagine we’re going out again?”
Hannah tried to say yes. She really did. Maybe if she got too drunk, or excessively vulgar, or just started flirting with other men as a last resort, then she could sink this before it permanently confirmed her into this role. But instead she just rested against the doorframe, tilting her hip just so, and thrusting out her generous chest for him to admire.
“Who said anything about going anywhere, soldier? We’ve already been to the bar, now we’re up to the part where you take me home.”
“And the dress?” he said, his voice already knowing where this was going.
Hannah winked. “Oh, this old thing? Well, I just need someone to help me get out of it. Do you think you might be up for the job?”
He slicked back his hair. “Hannah, I suppose I must make this sacrifice.”
God, the dry wit. She chuckled, her huskier voice betraying her cougar-like nature. She flattened herself against the doorframe and gestured for him to enter. With a confident stride and a clear enjoyment at the sight of her perfectly wrapped body, Alan did so. She closed the door and brought him in.
He didn’t get to see much of the interior though, because just seconds later she was making out with him, her aggressive sexual side now unable to be ignored. She couldn’t fight it anymore.
She could only relish it.
It was not the dance of two young lovers, passionate and almost feral, dominated by their youthful vigour. This was something slower, more sophisticated, and that too drew Hannah into her new role. Alan was a master: he tenderly caressed her, kissing her sensitive neck and whispering sweet words into her ear. It made her regret not cracking out a wine, of sitting before the fireplace and letting the sexual tension simmer. That would have been proper, but her body was simply too desirous by this point, and Alan was going along with it rather enthusiastically anyway.
“You truly are a perfect creature,” he told her, running his hands over her body, testing the boundaries and going just a little further each time. “What made you invite me over?”
“Mhmm,” she groaned. “I thought about doing s-something a little less immediate. Let you w-win me over first. But after all that flirting with me at the bar, I thought you’d more than earned a skip to the third date.”
“The third date?” he said. “Well, it’s nice to know I’ve made a good impression.”
“Don’t stop now. Make it a great one.”
“Oh, I am to, my dear. I aim to. May I unzip you?”
She wanted to say no. She wanted to say yes.
She said yes, of course.
His hands worked slowly, building up the tension deliberately as he gazed over her. She stared back into his eyes, every breath causing her large breasts to rise and fall dramatically. And then, like a magic trick, her dress fell away, for all intents and purposes disappearing from any view. Alan smiled.
“Like what you see?”
“Like would be the understatement of the century, Hannah.”
His hands reached out to touch her skin, and she shivered at his touch.
***
“And then what happened?” Mike whispered.
“And then we had sex, goddamn it!” Hannah hissed.
“Mom!” Mandy hissed.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t speak like that to my son-in-law. But . . . but it was so good, daughter. You were so right about getting me back into the dating game. He truly is wonderful. Mhmm, and so virile. Now I understand why girls like older men, and why older men love a mature woman. Shit! Sorry, I’m saying all the craziest things, I just can’t help it! You two need to get me out of here, quickly!”
Alan was humming away in the kitchen, making some late-night coffees for all of them. Hannah and he had cleaned up, and he was getting ready to go. The only problem was, what Hannah had assumed would be a one-night stand was clearly more genuine romantic interest on Alan’s part, because he was pleased to chat with Mike and Mandy, and even complimented the latter on inheriting her “mother’s good looks and lovely personality.” It should have been skeevy, but the man had such a natural charm that even Mike was starting to like him, despite the fact he’d slept with the woman he was meant to be with.
“We’ve had our own problems,” Mike said, holding Mandy, who was sitting on his lap in the sofa and lying lovingly back against him. “We, uh, may have run into trouble ourselves . . .”
Hannah looked at Mike and Mandy, sighing.
“Of course. Shit. I was so caught up in telling my story that I forgot that-”
“We, like, totally did it,” Mandy said in her bubbly voice. “Like, four times.”
Hannah frowned further. She coughed a little to herself. “Alan and I did it a few times too. God, that man is virile. And my needs . . . I’ve turned into such a cougar. And now I’m eating cheap ordered noodles and fries! What the hell can we do?”
No one could give an answer. The tension sat in the air between the trio, the realisation of just how baked-in their new personalities and fates had become sweeping over them. Mandy was too comfortable sitting on her now-husband’s lap, and Mike in turn found it hard not to encircle her with his arms, or to touch her lovely thighs. Hannah, for her part, found the image romantic and sweet. As much as her brain told her how things were really meant to be, she couldn’t stop thinking of Mike and Mandy as her son-in-law and daughter respectively. In fact, her mind was already going to the exciting possibility of grandchildren. It made her fidget.
“Coffees coming, finally!” Alan declared, coming over and handing them out. “Sorry about the delay. I’ll have to get you a nicer coffee machine, Hannah. Is everything alright? I’m sensing a little tension in the room.”
It was the understatement of the century. Unfortunately, the wish compelled them to cover it up. It was bringing them happiness, after all, no matter what they truly wanted.
“Just talking, like, about my childhood and stuff!” Mandy said.
“She was such a sweet daughter, and always obsessed with looking so pretty, as you can see!”
“It’s what caught my eye in the first place!” Mike pitched in. “She was my childhood best friend. We’ve known each other forever. Hell, Hannah here is practically a mother to me as well.”
“Well, it seems I’m in esteemed company then. Sorry for, er, surprising you before.”
“It was an unaccounted drop in,” Mike said, trying not to meet Hannah’s embarrassed eyes. “We should have messaged or called ahead, shouldn’t we, honey?”
Many nodded eagerly, holding Mike’s hand. “Like, yeah. Um, thanks for the coffee, Alan.”
“Well, it’s your mother’s coffee, but I’d be happy to bring in some of the brew I make. It’s quite a passion of mine, in fact.”
They all drank somewhat eagerly, the awkwardness in the air rather obvious by this point. Finally, Alan seemed to sense the shift in the room. He took one last gulp, slapped his knees and stood up.
“Well, I’ll be going. Don’t want to overstay my welcome . . . though I do hope I am welcome again, my dear. It was excellent to meet you Amanda, Mike, all the best to the pair of you. If I don’t see you sooner, Hannah, I look forward to having you take my order again.”
Hannah batted her eyelashes at him, standing up so close to him that her chest was nearly rubbing against his shirt. Mandy and Mike tried not to notice this too much.
“Oh, I think we can arrange an earlier meeting than that, mister,” she cooed. “Let me see you to the door.”
Alan was escorted by her, and Hannah looked back at her former boyfriend and her former friend with an exasperated expression, one that simply said: I can’t stop!
They both shot her back an equally frustrated look, all while holding hands. When Hannah left their site, going down the entrance hall to farewell Alan, they turned to one another.
“This is getting, like, sooooo fucked up,” Mandy whispered, her filler-filled lips emphasising each word in an adorably pouty manner.
“You’re telling me,” Mike replied. “God, I wish I’d never made that wish.”
“Me too. And I reckon Hannah totes thinks the same, right?”
“Well, she’s gone from a young woman with her whole life ahead of her, one who obsessed over dieting and style, to being someone else’s mother who picks up guys at the bar she works at. I want to still love her, but . . .”
Mandy drew herself closer, rubbing his thigh softly. “But you love me more, don’t you? Just like I totally can’t help, like, loving you soooooo much more now. The wish makes us the perfect sexy couple, right?”
Mike sighed, already getting turned on again. “Absolutely right. Damn.”
Hannah returned several minutes later. It had been hard, because she and Alan had just shared a very dreamy kiss on her front steps, and he had promised to call her, and she promised to pick up said call. Despite all the humiliation in her heart, said organ still fluttered. Her compulsions had won, but the tremble of excitement in her made her more okay with it, and that frustrated her all the more! Of course, she was further irritated when she entered back into her own living room and found Mike and Mandy making out on the couch, their lips locked upon one another.
“Oh, my sweet babies, so passionate!” she exclaimed, before catching herself. “Wait, stop! Stop, you two!”
Mike and Mandy did, but only with great effort.
“I don’t think we can stop for long,” Mike admitted.
“We, like, totally can’t. I need my yummy Mike. I’m so sorry Hannah, but I totes want to bone him.”
Hannah slumped. “We can’t fight this at all, can we?”
“We - we might be able to,” Mike said, but even he wasn’t convinced by his own voice. “Maybe if there’s another moment where a wish takes root.”
“It, like, would have worked already,” his wife said. “Face it honey, I’m, like, a total bimbo now. Your sexy bimbo who wants to ride you all the time. Mhmm! Whoops, almost lost my train of thought. But, like, I think we really are stuck like this. Hannah is my new mom, and I’m her daughter, and you and I are soooooo married.”
“And I’m going to end up sleeping with silver haired old men,” Hannah whined, sitting down as she did so. “Unless Alan snatches me up first. God, why does that sound so good? I almost don’t want to fight these compulsions.”
Mike was silent for a moment as the three changed individuals sat there.
“Maybe we don’t,” he finally said, startling the pair. “I know it sounds crazy, but maybe we just have to accept this new life.”
“Like, easy for you to say, honey!”
“Yeah, you didn’t lose twenty years of your life, and you got your fantasy girl!”
Mike nodded. Neither woman was wrong. And yet . . .
“Look, we either fight it and lose or accept it and lose with less exhaustion and less unhappiness. I know I’m just a guy, and I haven’t changed as much as either of you, but when I give in to the compulsions, it really does feel like a wish is coming true. Maybe you both feel the same way, even if you don’t want to admit it.”
Hannah and Mandy both looked everywhere but each other and at Mike. It was hard not to think about their recent sexcapades, and how good it had felt to indulge in their new daily routines.
“I, like, don’t want to accept it,” Mandy said slowly, placing her head in her hands. “But maybe it’s just too much to fight.”
Hannah sighed. “Maybe you’re right, my daughter. You and your husband. Maybe this is the new us, no matter what we want. And maybe we’ll just have to figure out what that means for the new us. All of us.”
The three sat there in silence again, each imagining what the future might hold for them. One thing was for certain: an outside force had already laid down the tracks for them. But what would these wishing roles be?
To Be Concluded . . .
