Jon parked the minivan in the driveway. His home was unchanged since he'd left. Huh, he thought to himself, he'd almost expected other people to be there. He'd grown so used to his family that being alone while they magically went camping was it's own sort of odd. With a turn of the keys, a quick flick of the rearview mirror to admire is captivating face, Jon left the car. Right. Unload the groceries, then finger fu-.....finger himself after the exhilarating trip to the grocery store.
A sentence he'd never thought he'd say!
He hadn't even put the first paper bag inside before his disembodied voice spoke up and decided to interfere with his first thought of 'I'm getting one over on these wishes' in quite a bit of time.
"I wish that my strength was half that of a woman my age - furthermore, I wish my body composition remained unchanged from this lack of strength."
Poof!
The jug of milk in his left hand, and the paper bag of different vegetables now felt like heavy stones. Jon breathed heavily, and bit his thick lips; he could deal with this.
"Ah, fu-..." Jon felt his clothes heat up and his throat seize up. He was covered in sweat. Well, it didn't feel like sweat, more like him glistening, but he was happy to have every paper bag and jug of milk away and in the house. Even if he was damn tired, and honestly, a little bit less randy then before.
Just a little bit.
"Gosh d...." Jon smiled. "Gosh darn. I think I deserve a treat." His new bodies addiction to sweets overrode any conscience desire not to have two cheese danishes with a bottled iced coffee he'd bought at the store. As it went down his throat, it just felt like the best food he'd ever had, but it was chump change to what he really desired: some time with his body. Sipping down his milkshake of a coffee, Jon fled to his bedroom, shutting the door even though he knew he'd be alone.
As he lay on his bed, ignoring the update on his phone, Jon was glad he had built the clause of 'sexual actions' into his clothes wish. Flipping his pencil skirt up roughly, he positioned himself so he might use the mirror to watch himself. It wasn't perfect, but....
*"I wish there was a mirror on the ceiling above me, able to perfectly capture me masturbating."
Poof!
It turned out the disembodied voice could be a bro sometimes. Slipping his nail into his vagina, Jon teased himself slightly. Something felt....too easy about all of this! He wanted to cum, desperately so, but he wanted to be the trope: the sexually repressed MILF, who's always down for a good time. He wanted to be trapped in that, to be stuck, without even the gem to save him, to rely on things to cum....
His thoughts were becoming increasingly dangerous the more he stared at his thighs jiggling, or the heavy breathing which emphasized his breasts, but thankful (his conscious mind would thank him, at the least), he chose the best of the worst.
"I wish that, for the next 15 minutes, any time I am close to orgasm, I will be interrupted by something or someone, and be unable to continue masturbating until handling the issue - after 15 minutes are up, I want 1 minute to be able to orgasm before my next MILF task is loaded."
Poof!
He hadn't noticed how his desire for 10 minutes had been modified to a measly 1 minute. In fact, he barely recognized the wish at all, but as he built up, and up, and up, imagining himself in the grocery store, all of the deals he'd gotten, and the stares too. Go-....
DING-DONG!
Jon sat up like he'd seen a ghost. In a rush to collect himself, he struggled against the clothes, which righted themselves back to their destined position and made him move the door. No, no! He had had fun with the wish, but he wanted to cum now! Regretting it all the while, Jon opened his door, finding a very handsome looking man with what she presumed was his daughter. She was young and dressed like a sort of scout.
"I wish I had the same reaction any adult woman who's had children would to children, sometimes even overreacting."
Poof!
D***t. Thinking in censored swear words didn't trigger his wish.
"Oh my goodness! Why aren't you adorable!" Jon said in his Joan voice. It came naturally. The girl spoke up, reading from a script, very clearly nervous. It was a sort of torturous exchange Jon wanted - he foudn himself unable to simply ooze at the sight of a cute munchkin like this, but also, he wanted to be back in his room with his finger in his cu-...pus-...vagina.
"Good morning, I am with Troop..." The girl continued on, and Jon let her speak. She was a girlscout selling cookies. That was all. Her handsome father explained it after the awkward reading. While his libido cried out for sex, Jon's stomach was more than happy to buy some sweets.
"O-one second! I'll get my purse!" Jon said. He returned shortly. "I'd love some co-cookies! How much for a box! Do I get a senior discount?"
Joan winked at the husband when she said it, but the joke went over the girls head; the end of the exchange was Jon buying a few boxes and his purse being a few dollars lighter. Jon had never shut a door faster on such a cute child.
Rushing like a madman/madwoman, he got himself back on the bed, first getting himself secure with a, in his mind, quite smart wish.
"I wish I had a clock whenever I made wishes involving time - and that said clock was a pendant watch which dangled to emphasize my busom."
Poof!
3 minutes until his 15 minute sentence was up. Edging himself on as he stared at the mirror, Jon let his fantasy run wild. If the whole 48 hours could be like this, he'd just wish to be like this forever! Well, maybe not forever, his deluded horny brain he thought, but the sense of being trapped, being denied, being stuck in the body of a woman who's concerns were what to pack for lunch was enticingly hot. In his fantasy world, Jon just briefly noticed that he had 35 seconds left until the watch would hit the 0. Staring at the watch in the mirror, alongside his glasses, brought him an even heavier orgasm.
He screamed. His tree trunks of thighs were like jello. His nipples, ignored in his desire to shove as many nails into his vagina as possible, were hard. The room swirled around, and for what felt like an infinite time, Jon was in an orgasmic bliss. He was Joan, and Joan was Jon, and he'd just came his brains out.
But something eluded him......He spoke in his voice, but also his alter-ego's voice, it was an odd coupling. Jerking himself off was too simple. Would Joan really have enough time to sit around and cum her brains out like just now?
"I wish that orgasming with solely my fingers was, to my brain, immensely less satisfying and fulfilling then using either toys or genuine sexual intercourse; furthermore, whenever I do cum by my fingers alone, a random wish was chosen for me as punishment."
Poof!
His wish fulfilled it's clause very quickly.
"I wish that whenever I completed a task on my calendar, I became hornier, increasing from a random 1 to 25 percent chance."
Poof!
Jon gulped. Surely tying his horniness to a schedule he'd wished himself to follow tightly wouldn't cause anything bad.
A new task appeared on his smartphone. By now, Jon had recovered from cumming, and was ready to go outside.
New Task: Hire Neighbor to Mow Lawn - 12 minutes late for this task!
Shoot! He'd been so busy with his nails down his panties that he had neglected hiring someone to mow his lawn. He couldn't place why said task was important, but was sure it was! He had a missed call from an unknown number, who were calling him once again!
"Joan speaking." He said when he realized someone had picked up the phone.
"Hi Ms. Gibson. It's me, Jimmy - could I get my cash before mowing your law? I know you said you'd prefer giving it to me in person." Jimmy....Jimmy....Jon didn't know quite who that was. "I'm outside with my mower."
He'd never seen the teenage boy before, but he could certainly feel the boy drinking in years of missing 'Ms. Gibson's' body, his stares exciting Jon in a way he couldn't even describe. He was harmless. Jon knew that. But it was quite exciting to not just have anonymous stares directed towards him, but really, someone enjoy his body like he'd enjoy MILFs bodies before. Jimmy was the nicer boy, but Gerald, his college age brother, seemed quite deadset on talking to Joan. To the detriment of his work. Was that what being a hottie could do? Distract two young kids enough to make them willing to just obviously gawk? Gerald was a muscular, beefy boy, but Jon wasn't necessarily interested in......
His phone buzzed, and a new task appeared:
Make Lemonade for Jimmy and Gerald
Okay that was a total bullshit task! His swearing was not appreciated by the clothes, but he felt himself speak nonetheless.
"You two must be thirsty. I'll make you some lemonade. Feel free the relax, the boys are gone for the day, but the doors unlocked." He said as the clothes minced him back into the house. He knew they had to be gawking at his ass. He turned to confirm. "But lemonade only if you work hard! Your mother might not be happy if you have my cake...."
Peaking through the houses windows, he watched the two work out in the lawn, quite happy he was the one inside, making some lemonade. He sipped some himself
Delicious!
Jon bit his lip as the effect of two tasks completion washed over him. He didn't know the number, but it had to have not been too crazy, because he wasn't "need to cum right now" type of horny...Part of him wanted to wish himself out of this situation, but he head the door click open. Right. No wishes in public....
New Task: Serve the boys Refreshments
