Wishing Roles, Part 7 (Bimbofication & MILFication)

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 . . .

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Part 7: Getting Ready for the Deed

It was insane, she knew it was insane, but Amanda simply couldn’t fight the compulsions anymore. How on Earth was she meant to stay inside when there was an entire world of social excitement out there? She had a bombshell of a body now, and whenever she allowed herself to revel in her bigger tits and perfect curves and sexy youth, that warm glow would start within her, and only increase those changes. 

She needed bigger bras.

She needed sexier outfits.

She needed to get some lip fillers.

“Lip fillers? What, like, do I want with those?”

This was the question she asked herself after she’d already paid for them at the plastic surgery shop. Some operations could be done immediately, and she was willing to throw down enough cash to make it happen, despite her interior disgust. Amanda had always viewed plastic surgery as a foul thing people did that ruined their bodies. Despite her frumpiness, she’d never really considered it as a seriously corrective option.

But she wasn’t Amanda anymore. She was Mandy now, and Mandy really, really, really big full lips that were perfectly pouted. All the better to suck Mike’s big, hard cock.

“Mhmm,” she moaned under her breath, thinking of that image. She quivered a little at the thought of it, sucking on a pencil she’d swiped from the receptionist’s desk just to sate her intense cravings. She could see it in her mind’s eye: her on her knees in front of Mike, stroking his length as she gave him the best blowjob of his life. And she’s swallow of course, never spit. And she’d maintain eyecontact the entire time, maybe even lube up her tits so she could fuck his cock between them while she performed the act. Whatever he wanted, really. She was destined to be his bimbo.”

“No,” she muttered under her breath, trying to gather herself. “I’m not, like, a bimbo. I’m an educated girly girl. I’m, like, super smart. There is no way I’m going to be-”

“Amanda?”

She looked up, jolted from her thoughts. Dr Jellman, the plastic surgeon, was standing there, beckoning her forward.

“Are you ready?”

She could say no. She knew it. The magic would punish her, but she could say no. It was just too hard to resist, was the problem. On some level, she wanted to become Mike’s hot blonde busty bimbo, sexy lip fillers and all.

“I’m more than ready!” she exclaimed. Her tone was bubbly and sweet, and that felt right too.

***

It was as if the magic wanted her new lips to develop perfectly, because any swelling from the filler was gone within twenty four hours. She looked at herself in the mirror with some sadness: she really did look like one of those Instagram girls now, especially with how slutty she did her makeup. It was a far cry from any standard of beauty she could have ever wanted, and she had always wished she was beautiful, but in a regal and intelligent way, not like a total fashionista.

But she wasn’t a fashionista yet. Now that her lips were healed remarkably quickly, with less than twenty four hours having passed, the next compulsion was clear: shopping. She’d already done this, but her body was changed further, and so had her mind. She needed sexier clothing, lacier lingerie, silkier pyjamas, higher heels, showier dresses, shorter skirts. The changing woman tried with all her might to stick to the plan and stay home. She even managed to scroll social media for an hour without once checking on Mike or her Mom - Hannah, that was - even though she really, really wanted to send her husband, as she was starting to think of him - a sexy pic with tons of cleavage and a real pouty expression. Even better if it had a naughty message.

“Fine, I’ll buy, like, the fucking clothes if that’ll keep my mind off all that hot, dirty sex with my gorgeous hubby!”

It was the best she could do given how strong the magic of the wish was now. In order to stave off a far worse action, Mandy had to choose the lesser evil. It helped that the lesser evil, in this case, was so much damn fun! She went straight to Coquette’s and stopped caring one iota about how much was on her card, or how much her credit card limited her. Instead, she indulged wildly, making a move for the kind of outfits that would get her locked up in some countries, and others that would have her seriously interrogated at the wrong venue even in this one. She found gorgeous pump heels, red stilettos, and pink shoes that would go dynamite with the sexy cocktail dresses they matched. A red sequin dress was there to give her a Jessica Rabbit look, while a pink one piled up her cleavage so that she was almost spilling out of the dress . . . just how Mikey would love it. She purchased bikinis despite never being a beach girl before; now, she savoured the idea of showing off her hot bod with her blue and pink bikinis: she loved how they were less supportive and let her big boobies bounce. She had to get back into the change room before she made a scene of herself inducing that very effect!

By the time she left, she’d even picked up some sexy things just for the bedroom, including a see-through camisole and fishnet stockings, and some teddies that would emphasise all her best assets. It almost made her want to get a boob job, but even her new, bimbo self knew that was ridiculous: she already had the biggest, pertest, jiggliest tits in town.

“Oh my God, I feel soooooo much better!” she exclaimed as she got back home. Somewhere along the way even her ride had changed: it was now a pink Mustang, like she was some Barbie or something. The thought alone made her giggle, bite her lip in reluctant disgust, and then return to giggling again anyway. She spent time retrying on her dresses, and ended up in a really hot red number that pulled tight against her curves but left her legs almost entirely bare when a text came through from Mike. Mandy hesitated. She’d done herself up pretty, matching red lipstick and all, but what had it all been for? On some level, she knew this was part of the wish’s power: Mike secretly fantasised about having a wife who was a sexy vixen, a bimbo who dressed up sexy for him, not just for herself, and wanted to be on his arm, or better, beneath his naked, thrusting body, as much as possible.

“I don’t really want this,” she said. “It’s just, like, the magic anyway.”

A warm glow settled in her belly. To her surprise, her breasts expanded just a little bit, going up half a cupsize and leaving her moan in brief ecstasy. Her ass grew a little too, as if given a proper butt lift. Even her hair extended further, down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. 

“Mhmm, no! Stop this! I don’t want - oh God, just do it! Change me for him, but let me read his words!”

She grabbed the phone, her will collapsing under the weight of the wish’s blessing and punishment rolled into one. Even if it was a rebuke, she wanted to read it. Even better, what if Mikey had found a solution? If her sexy, handsome husband had found a way to turn her back . . .

She opened up her messages and read what he had to say.

I’m so, so sorry Mandy. I can’t stop fighting this. I need you. I fucking need you. I know it’s wrong and a betrayal of Hannah but I can’t get you out of my head. It’s the magic, I know, but it doesn’t matter right now. Say the word and I won’t message you again. I’ll do whatever it takes to leave you alone. But say the word also, and I’ll be right at your door. 

“Oh no,” Mandy said in her airy voice. “Oh no, oh no, this is bad, this is bad!”

It was bad for two reasons:

One: Mike wanted to fuck her.

Two: She wanted to fuck him.

“Be strong, Mandy,” she said, clenching her eyes shut. “Be strong, be strong!”

But her fingers didn’t get the message. They typed faster than thought, but then again, thought didn’t exactly come easily to her these days.

Mikey, u no I mean it when I say Im super sorry but im the same babe!!! I need you to cum over RIGHT NOW I swear I’m so wet and my tits need ur hands on them NOW!1!!1!

She pressed send, and then waited with baited breath. The message was unread for a moment, and then the ‘Seen 5.15pm’ message came up. And then the long, anxiety-induced moment where she waited to see his reply. The message popped up, filling her with fear and lust and goddamn excitement all at once.

Be right there, was all it said.

“Fuck! Fuck, why did I send that?” she asked herself, throwing a little childish fit and smacking the ends of her bed. “This sucks! But I need him to fuck me so bad. Maybe if when he reaches the door I can just . . . not be, like, presentable? I can make myself suuuuuper unfuckable, right? Not wear any of this sexy stuff, and maybe that will work out?”

She put her finger between her teeth, biting just gently as she tried to stop imagining her husband thrusting deep into her waiting wetness. She could stop this. She could.

Couldn’t she?

***

Mike practically raced the traffic to get to Mandy’s place. It was weird, because it was starting to feel like his place too. Being at the motel just had been part of his plan, but his damn cock had kept springing into action with the merest thought of Mandy, and attempts to think about Hannah instead had only made him feel gross: despite knowing she was his girlfriend in the proper reality, it just felt like he was masturbating to his mother-in-law, instead of his sexy trophy wife.

“C’mon, turn green, damn it!” he growled, waiting for the light to change. He was so close to Mandy’s place now, and could only imagine how much she’d changed. His body hadn’t altered one bit, but his need to be with her was certainly a compulsion, as was his now insatiable horniness. He’d never thought of himself as a horndog, but now the wish’s magic was pushing him to fuck his wife and finally claim her. There would be no going back, he knew, not from that.

But then, like a message from the heavens, the light turned green and the traffic began to clear. The way to Mandy’s place was open and free.

“God help me,” he muttered under his breath, trying to contain his already raging erection. “I can only hope she had a stronger will than me.”

He didn’t stop hitting the gas until he reached the park right outside her home. At that point he practically jumped out of his vehicle, moving past the pink Mustang that he somehow knew belonged to Mandy, and then wrapped his knuckles upon her door.

“Mandy!” he called, a little too loudly, agitation creeping into his voice. “It’s me. Open up, we need to, uh, talk. Husband to wife. Well, you know what I mean. I’m not in my right mind and I need you to help me stop myself from doing something really, really wrong.”

Someone unlatched the lock from the other side, and the door creeped open slowly.

“I was hoping you could, like, be the one to stop me, sexy,” a bubbly, nervous voice said from the other side. The door opened wider to reveal Mandy standing there in a red dress, one that showed off all her perfect curves and left exceedingly little to the imagination. Her breasts were nearly falling out of the low, low v-neck, one that revealing her entire cleavage, her breasts pushed together by the tightness of the dress. Her hourglass shape was on full display, and the hem was dangerously close to her womanhood, showing off her luscious thighs and shapely legs. Her hair, lush and wavy and perfect, rested over one shoulder, and her face was a mix of trembling anxiety and nervous anticipation. She looked like she’d fallen from heaven, or perhaps risen from the depths of hell like a succubi sent to tempt him.

“Holy shit, Mandy!” Mike said.

“Mmmikey,” she purred, practically moaning his hand. “I tried to resist it like you did. I was gonna make myself, like, totally ugly and stuff. But instead I dressed up so damn fuckable because the magic compelled this body to be totally all yours and I just couldn’t stand how much I, like, totally wanted that!”

She leaned forward, pressing her arms against the sides of her breasts to make them press delightful against one another. They shifted, gravity causing them to hang a little as she posed, and she stuff her ass out to one side in a spine-bending manoeuvre that showed off just how many killer curves she truly possessed now.

“Oh God, oh Jesus help me,” Mike breathed, the air having practically left him by this point. His dick was harder than stone, practically throbbing with a need to take this woman. The fact that her hand still had the engagement ring and wedding band that marked her as his only made the temptation all the greater. He knew he was on a precipice now; they both were. Mandy was breathing heavily, her perfect bosom rising and falling like two great globes. Her lip trembled, and she bit it, and this only looked even hotter from Mike’s perspective.

“I don’t think I can stop myself,” Mikey finally said.

“M-me either,” Mandy replied. “I just - I just want to let you fuck me anyway you want! I can’t help it!”

Mike took a step forward and encircled his arms around Mandy, feeling her curves and making her shiver in delight. He lowered his hands and squeezed her ass, eliciting a gasp from her; even her ass was so sensitive now in a way she could barely believe. 

“What if we do it just once, honey?” he said, lapsing back into their married-life dialogue. “Just enjoy each other like we did on our wedding night, just once?”

Mandy cooed, breathing heavily.

“Just once . . . ooooh. Yes. Just take me one time, Mikey. And then maybe we can f-fight it afterwards. But right now . . .”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, even as she led him into the building and he shut the door behind them. Their bodies came together, their attraction undeniable.

It was like a wish come true.

To Be Continued . . .