Jon sat in the mom minivan, preparing himself for actually being a MILF who, just like any other mother might, was about to go get groceries for her family. He wasn't prepared for it. All the people around him, staring at him, admiring him.....god just thinking about it made Jon wet. Wetter then he could control. Gulping in the drivers seat, Jon contemplated what he needed to do. The rational sliver of his brain gave him a good wish, which would resolve any money issues which might interfere with his fantasy.
His purse had thousands worth of cash, but surely he could just wish for a credit card with unlimited cash, right?
"I wish for a credit card with unlimited money."
Poof!
To his surprise, the wish wasn't modified or changed; was he disappointed by that fact or relieved? Jon decided not to have a philosophical debate with himself and stepped out of the car and onto the pavement. His lush body jiggled and he grabbed a cart. This wouldn't be so ba.....
"I wish I had an older woman's sense of direction in the grocery store, alongside their desire for coupons, discounts and deals, even though I have unlimited money; I also wish I knew what I needed."
Poof!
Right. Jon had spoken too soon.
It was quite the madhouse in the grocery store, and Jon was glad he knew what he needed. More than just milk and eggs, that was for sure. He had a whole laundry list that might supply a whole family. Of course, he made sure to use the multiple apps and coupon books which had appeared in his purse/phone, cross referencing prices for deodorant, loaves of bread, even buying sweets and extra rolls of toilet paper since, in his older womanly wisdom, they were on sale.
25 cents saved.
15 cents saved.
74 cents saved.
It was all, to the horny brain of Jon, decidedly unsexy. Sure, being forced into the role was fun, but it was beginning to lose its luster in the section of Jon's brain which was motivated solely by sexual desire. The section which composed the rest was loving it. Jon spoke up for his wish.
"I wish I was done grocery shopping."
Nothing occurred. Jon nearly hit himself on the head. Shit. He'd forgotten! No wishes in public. Furthermore, his errant wish had been overheard by an older woman, who laughed at Jon's apparent complaining.
"Don't we all. Goodness, I haven't met you here before. I just love your outfit. Your husband is a lucky man."
Jon smiled internally. He realized he shouldn't just say an older woman, he should say another older woman, seeing as he was one now. He began to reply.
"Uhm, my name is Joan, I....."
A voice that was very much not Jon's took grasp of his 'I'.
"I wish I was an expert at conversing with older women, and could never just simply leave a conversation, instead becoming wrapped up in conversations with them wherever possible."
Poof!
That wasn't fair! Jon was going to talk to the woman anyway. But his wish was beginning to take a mind of its own. Now, Jon was really feeling exhilaration from solely grocery shopping, and even more so, talking to the woman. If he'd been able to check his phone, he'd have noticed grocery shopping had been bumped up to an extra hour of time, having padded itself with extra time due to 'Joan's new habit of conversing with then neighborhood's women. His first conversation partner had become a shopping buddy, and the two had run into other women, out shopping for their families. Jon felt a rush of sexual delight at being so accepted by the group, even as they helped him decide and add to his cart. His knowledge of the store only helped him with his shopping gal pal.
They discussed the best apps for coupons, where Joan was from (no wish came to help Jon make up a backstory), and the things else you might cover with a new friend.
Her name was Ariel.
"Oh, those chips are wonderful...That detergent is simply dreadful....Can't have too many of the brownies!.....Jeremiah loves those pretzel sticks...." The two's conversations were banal, but really, Jon was loving it. A banal conversation as a MILF was exactly what Jon wanted! Could Ariel really not tell he was no woman at all?
Well, Jon realized it was a silly question to himself. He was presenting as a MILF.....of course no one could tell! What he loved most was that there was no charge of sexuality, unlike when Jon himself talked to MILFs in the world; no, he was talking to her like a friend, a trusted acquittance really. Furthermore, he was the hot one amongst the two! Ariel checked out first, and Jon began to put his item up on the conveyer belt for the clerk to scan; the disembodied cursed voice spoke once again.
"I wish I grew gradually horny at each cent I save!"
Jon began to speak think. What the fuc-....that's dumb as he-....
The heat of his clothes forced his thoughts to be more demure and tame. As the deals rolled in, and Jon put the coupons on the counter/got them scanned on her phone, Jon felt his nipples harden.
His breath quickened.
His panties were wet enough to soak a beach towel.
Close to two hours worth of coupon cutting, frugal comparing, and searching of websites was coming to roost, hitting Jon like a tsunami. Cent by cent, Jon became more and more aroused.
*Fuc.....*Jon whined internally when the deals were done. He was close, so, so, so, so close! If he's saved a few more cents he'd have cum right on the spot. But life had to go on. A stumbling, red faced mess, Jon handed his card over to the counter clerk, swiping it and proceeding outside with his new found friend.
"Everyone positively loved you! Might you come to the PTA meeting tonight? It's PTA ran, but really, it's the neighborhood just getting together!"
The clothes didn't even have to force him to offer his number to Ariel. He was so horny he might've agreed to hand over the wishing ring then and there if he was promised an orgasm.
Jon's phone buzzed after his new friend had waltzed off, and he breathed heavily, unloading the cart full of food was a full exercise of its own. His horniness combined with the relatively feeble body strength wise made it a task worthy of Hercules,
New Task: Evening - Attend PTA Meeting
Next Task: Drop off Groceries
Jon smiled. Dropping off groceries was easy enough! He'd enjoy some time at home, alone with body, as well....
