“Really?? You were staring down that waitress’s shirt the entire dinner! You don’t think that’s a little rude?? Especially on our anniversary!!” Your wife yells, slamming the door behind her as you both walk into your house.

“I said I’m sorry fifteen times already, just stop yelling at me!

I didn't mean to look at her like that, her boobs were just impossible not to-”

Shut the fuck up!!” Your wife interrupts you, “I don’t wanna hear how big her chest was, or how fucking deep her neckline was, you prick!”

“Holy shit, you’re always so jealous- I wish you knew how a man like me thinks!!” You exclaim, “Then maybe you’d get off my back once in a while!”

The wife way your wife responds to that last part makes you regret saying it, she looks like she’s about to-

Wait… You’ve never seen her make such a weird face…

“Yo! I’m a broad??” Tamara suddenly chuckles, in a way you could swear is… masculine?

You follow her to the bathroom, not really sure what to ask besides, “You okay?”

“Okay?? Dude! These titties- My pussy!!” Tamara laughs ecstatically, roughly removing her tight dress as you stand by.

Something definitely feels off as Tamara groans and rubs her womanhood down, seeming to forget you’re in the room as her thighs begin to quiver.

“This is really weird, man!” Your wife suddenly says, “I feel like this shouldn’t be my body, but I don’t really remember anything before you said- O shit…

Who am I??”

You back away from your wife as she screams, cheeks blushing as her breasts involuntarily jiggle and bounce. You try not to laugh as she holds them in her arms, trying to be intimidating as your pants begin to tent.

“Okay, shitwad! Let’s see if my wishes work then-

I wish you would keep your current mind, but turn into my wet dream! O- and I wish you’d forget all about these wishes we’ve been making, too…” Tamara- or whoever’s in her body trails off, a sensuous finger penetrating her folds as you feel a sinking feeling in your stomach.  

Suddenly all your worries fade, and the last ten minutes are gone from your mind. You can’t shake the feeling that something’s up though, Tamara’s never stared at you so hungrily…

You hear your belly growl and look down, eyes opening wide when you see a slimming torso and cinching waist. Your clothes fall off you, quickly becoming too large as you’re left in just a tee shirt and boxers. Your dick stands at attention as it throbs, being squeezed by your underwear as they shrink along with your shirt. You wince as your hips vibrate, slowly flaring out as your shaft seems to get shorter.

Now your heart starts to race, a loud thumping in your chest as you feel it become more sensitive. Your nipples puff up and get tender as you focus on them, spreading wider across your chest as they tingle beneath your shirt.

You feel an odd suction between your legs, like something’s stuck in your-

Pussy?!?

You reach into your tightening panties, shocked as the head of your manhood is swallowed by two frothing folds. All this does is drive up your arousal, making you gyrate your hips as the shrinking tip of your former cock turns into a pulsating clitoris. It snugly nestles into the upper crest of your forming womanhood, begging for more of your touch as ovaries and a womb form deep within you.

“Tamara?” You say meekly, voice rising in pitch as hair cascades down your back and frames your vision.

“Call me Tom.” The person in your wife grunts back, massaging his bare slit as he watches you transform.

You feel like you’re making a duckface as your lips purse, plumping up and forming an involuntary smile as you feel a surging of mass beneath you. Your thighs become juicy as they fill with fat, but before you can even acknowledge them- liters of mysterious liquid suddenly pour into your chest. You blush and writhe as your bust somehow increases even further in sensitivity, tingling nipples erect as the sloshing liquid in your swollen chest gently solidifies.  

“This is so wei- Eeeee!!!” You suddenly squeal, thick thighs pressed together as a sharp pain suddenly erupts throughout your body.

The stretched skin of your breasts now feel like they’re being tugged at, and the hefty weight of your boobs feel… weighed down?

You look down for an answer, and absentmindedly reach for your studded nipples without a thought.

“Ohhhhhhhh” You shiver and drool, unable to stop yourself as you play with your new toys.

You lift your tee shirt to get a better feel for your mammaries, arousing you even further as your wife masturbates and laughs. You try to apologize for your behavior, but a lump of bliss in your throat stops all noises as the little thong around your waist wedgies your virgin pussy.

The red hair framing your face gets darker as your scalp starts to itch, and you hear Tom say something about your dyed roots. You’re too busy groping your breasts to pay him any attention though, addicted to the sparks of euphoria emanating throughout your body as you convulse and gush.

“Whoa…” Tom trails off with his own voice caught in his throat, “I didn’t realize how much that would… turn me on… I’m feeling a little naughty now, so let’s see what else we could do…

I wish you would have an ass any girl could be proud of, and I wish I could see what your hair would look like completely black with a lot more volume!”

Tom laughs as your hips wobble, almost instantly erupting to either side of you as fat you never had spills into the forming bubbles. You feel the heft jiggle behind you as your thong strains and becomes tight, only hanging on a few a few seconds before snapping off your now slender and thick waist.

You take the shirt off before it becomes too tight, your shoulders becoming broader as your breasts actually get a little smaller. You coo involuntarily as their sensitivity increases, every little breeze now like a spark plug on your nipples.

Your back is forced to arch as your pelvis reshapes, your ass bulging from every angle as it jiggles and bounces. You know you should be worried or scared, but you’re actually proud of the two basketballs defying gravity behind you- proud of the shape it grants your figure, and the knowledge of how much every person that sees it would be jealous.

The room gets dark as your scalp starts to itch, and you know what’s coming next. A tickling cascade of hair flows down your sexy back, giving your every movement an exaggerated extra flick. 

You’ve been in control till now, but the scintillating aura of graceful movements draw you in for a dance. Your hips wiggle as you swing your spherical ass around, smiling to yourself as Tom slowly approaches from behind.

“I wish you were smaller, so I could hold you tight, baby. I wanna cup your ass and feel your boobies press into mine…” He whispers as perfect teeth bite down on your earlobe, the sweet sound of your wife’s angelic voice putting your brain in a trance.

You feel yourself become petite in Tom’s dainty hands, though the wish must’ve had an effect on him too. You hear his angelic voice get husky as the softness of Tom’s skin fades slightly, and his hair loses all its blonde color as crow’s feet etch into the side of his face.

Your body shrinks down but pretty much keeps the same proportions, ass still sticking out behind you as all the changes settle. Well, your changes…

You raise an eyebrow as Tom continues getting taller, and a new look besets his eyes as he looks into yours.

“I’m feeling… maternal? Why am I so old??” Tom exclaims, “I'm still super horny, and I wanna hold you close, but now I- I wish we could be more modest…”

He leans in and meets your plump lips with his, the musky smell of elderly arousal making you dizzy as it fills your nostrils. Your nipples press into Tom’s for a moment, but then suddenly bras wrap around your chests.

Tom smiles with approval, his delicate finger clenched around your plush booty as panties caress your juiciness. You paw at his forming apparel as he’s clothed, though you’re both quickly moaning with your skirts bunched around your waists.

“Damn girl, I wish I had a dick right now and-

Ah- wait, if I’m making wishes anyway…

I wish to be in your former male body, and for you to become your own wet dream!” Tom laughs, his grip on your hips strengthening as muscles start toning his arms.

You feel your aggression fade as your facial features soften, having to get on your tippy toes to continue kissing Tom. You lean on his chest as it broadens and flattens, feeling more helplessly small with each passing moment. You feel your figure become more stout as your belly turns slightly pudgy, and your boobs fill with sensitive vibrations as your mammary glands swell with activity.

Tom’s lips get slightly rougher as he continues kissing you, his torso now dwarfing yours as he holds you like a doll. He towers over you as the edges of your mouth curl with desire, your tongue dancing with Tom’s as even it turns masculine and coarse.

“O my… This body’s so soft and sensitive…” You moan angelically, pouty lips smacking together lustfully as you feel your eyelashes lengthen.

You flutter their fullness as Tom pauses, and your bra becomes thick as bangs fall into the top of your field of view. Tom gives you a frightful stare as your erect nipples beg for release, and your arms move without your input to free your pert pale breasts.

“What’s wrong, honey?” You ask kindly, pussy drenched in arousal as you jiggle.  

“Your wet dream is my mom???

Fuck! I wish I didn’t know that!! And you look like a younger version of her, which… is actually really sexy now that I’m thinking about it with your male brain…” Tom trails off thoughtlessly as his pants tent, “I wish I could see what your horny brain thought about what my mom looks like right now…

No, wait!! I don’t wish that, I-

Wow… You’re really hot! What’s your name?”

You give Tom an odd look at his sudden change of behavior, but then you remember that you never had introduced yourself.

“Okay. Thanks, stud! You think I’m hot??” You giggle flirtatiously, “I’m- O fuck, what’s happening? Ehrmmmm… My… My boobies- My boo-reasts feel so heavy!”

You grab at your sagging mammaries as gravity weighs them down, and feel the pores of your skin opening as your voice loses some cuteness. Your shiny voluminous hair ages as your bangs separate, and your boobs swell a bit as the memory of three childbirths floods your mind. Your bent hips widen as years of life stack themselves onto your curves, your ass gaining mass as the shape becomes less defined. At the same time, the slight pudge of your belly intensifies and leaves you with some extra chubbiness in the front.

“Fuck… You’re one the cutest milfs I’ve eve-”

You cut off the kid’s stupidity with a passionate kiss, your little hands feverishly exploring his muscular body as he squeezes your breasts vigorously. You soon bite his lip and turn around with a wink, slipping out of your panties before grinding your fat ass into Tom’s bulge.

Within seconds his throbbing cock’s separating your gushing folds, much tighter than you remember them being as you squeal euphorically. He holds you close as your breasts explode with coursing pleasure, milk sloshing around inside them as your nipples get ready to lactate.

“Oh fuck, let’s finish quick before my daughter gets back!” You manage to squeak between moans, “Where is she now?”

“Wish I knew…” Your son in law chuckles, “Okay I’m about to- Holy shit!! Mom!!!”

You’re thrown to the floor as he backs away from you, shaking as you whimper and leak cum onto the floor.

“This is crazy! I turned my husband into a slutty version of my mom!! I never wanted this, I wish everything was back to normal! I wish nobody ever makes a wish again!!!” Your now crying son in law screams, on his knees as you blissfully play with your nipples.

Then something makes you shiver, and you suddenly find yourself- “Where am I right n- Ohhhh!!! What the fuck??

Shit, I- This is crazy!!”

You never blushed harder, standing in your son in law’s house nude- right in front of him! And where’s all this cum from???

You run out of the house without another thought, pulling your pants up as you order a cab. As you pay a text comes in from Tamara, ‘I don’t know why I was making dinner for you just now, but I prepared some really really tasty food for when you get back! Maybe I’ll tell my husband to come over for dinner? ❤️’

You roll your eyes when you read your daughter’s text, this is gonna be one awkward dinner!