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14. Wishes Compiled

13. Time Alone

12. Shopping as Joan

11. An Unexpectedly Easy Cafe Expe

10. Introducing (Just a Bit) of Ch

9. Spicing things up

8. Keeping himself busy

7. Defining Expectations

6. Looking good

5. The next phase

4. Jon makes a woman out of himse

3. Home alone 2

2. Jon's (perverted) fantasies

1. You Are What You Wish

Mandatory MILF: Compilation of Wishes

on 2022-08-23 19:17:30

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This is for both me and you. Keeping track of wishes is super helpful. Let me know if I've missed any in the story so far

Jon's Wishes:

I wish That any effects of the wishes made with this stone for the next 48 hours will and in exactly 48 hours from now on. I also wish that I would be able to stop effects of any wish by saying "stop" and thinking about that wish.
I wish I was alone in house for the next 48 hours because the rest of my family went camping and nobody will come to my house.
I wish That I would turn into a milf. An adult woman somewhere between her mid thirties to forties, with a body that can only be described as ‘voluptuous’ or ‘curvaceous.’ She has to be busty, and have thick thighs, have a huge butt—and finally, she has a beautiful face. Looks enough like me to be a close relative, but unquestionably mature and womanly and sexy, to the point where other people might call her one of the most beautiful women they’ve ever seen.
I wish for a full length mirror.
I wish my hair was longer. And, uh, appropriately maintained for a woman my age?
I wish I was shorter.
I wish that I will be unable to tell anyone I’m a teenage boy named Jon—any attempt to reference my true self will be replaced with an equivalent statement that is appropriate and expected to this new body.
I wish that I will be unable to swear or insult others, and will be unable to complain or display frustration when others can perceive me.
I wish that one minute from now, all my mother’s clothes will gain basic sentience and mobility, though they will exist with only a singular purpose: to have me, as long as I have the body of an adult woman, conform to my own idea of a ‘milf.’ The clothes will mainly do this by forcing myself into wearing them—though I will only be made to wear outfits that I perceive as attractive—and henceforth influence my movements in whatever ways they deem necessary. I will not be able to fully resist the strength of the clothes, nor will I be able to remove them by my own volition. Removal will only occur when the clothes decide I am a) to change outfits, b) permitted to use the bathroom or clean myself, c) performing sexual actions.
I wish that my mom’s clothes will adjust to fit my body perfectly.
I wish this body needed glasses, and was currently wearing a pair that looked stylish, cute, and intellectual.
I wish... That, uh, I had makeup on!
I wish that a new coat of makeup would apply every morning!
I wish that all my nails were perfectly maintained, manicured or pedicured or whatever, and that I couldn’t remove or scratch off the coloring even if I tried.
I wish for the wishing stone to be become a wishing ring. It’ll be functionally identical, with the added caveat that the wearer can’t take it off themselves.
I wish that, at random intervals, I will uncontrollably make wishes that in some way shape or enforce my experiences as the beautiful and feminine adult woman I have become. They should either be the kind of wishes my new identity would conceivably make, force me out of my comfort zone, or inconvenience any attempt to appear as, or return to being, my original self. I also wish that any time I try intentionally making a wish, it’ll be skewed to fit the previously mentioned description.
I wish I had a cool car that a woman my age would have.
I wish I had a purse with an ID, several thousands of dollars worth of cash, and anything else a woman my age might carry.
I wish no one heard me wish for things.
I wish places I went had a thriving social scene, enough to push me out of comfort zone, and were never as dead as this place is now.
I wish for a credit card with unlimited money.
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.
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.

Involuntarily/Modified Wishes:

I wish I had a routine a MILF might, even if I don't have the children or husband to satisfy; things like a grocery list to attend to, a spin class to go to - and that I felt compelled to follow the routine as much as possible
I wish I was addicted to coffee, sweets, and desserts in general, with my body becoming more fecund as a result.
I wish I had a high level of charisma and tact - and a voice that most middle aged women only dream of.
I wish, besides for my random wishes and anything not wished for by Jon, that all wishes must be done in private, with no other individuals in the room. Stalls and other discreet areas will randomly count as rooms, and wishes done in public will not count until redone in private
I wish that whenever I complain about having to complete any activities given to me, the clothes would treat it similar to me using vulgar language.
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.
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.
I wish I grew gradually horny at each cent I save!
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.
I wish there was a mirror on the ceiling above me, able to perfectly capture me masturbating.
I wish I had the same reaction any adult woman who's had children would to children, sometimes even overreacting.
I wish that whenever I completed a task on my calendar, I became hornier, increasing from a random 1 to 25 percent chance.
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."




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