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From Friend to Girlfriend (runawayninja & SubWarp)

SubWarp

SubWarp

Planetoid
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May 4, 2014
It was a beautiful, spring day in Triton. The skies were crystal clear and the air had a slight crisp feeling to hit that reminded you of the winter just weeks prior. For Kyle, it would have been the best sort of Sunday to spend at home, lounging about and avoiding his homework. Instead, he was out looking for a gift with his best friend. It seemed like a waste of time, since Kyle was rather sure that Jenny wasn’t going to put out over some sort of knickknack, but he went along anyway. After all, that’s what friends are for, right?

Not that Kyle had much experience with the ladies himself. He was the quiet type, more likely to be seen with a book in hand than not, and rather reserved. It was likely that he’d never have left the house at all without if it wasn’t for the bonds of friendship he’d forged when he was young. The pair of boys walked along the boardwalk and Kyle couldn’t help but compare himself to those around him. He hadn’t really developed the sort of look that would make him stand out. When anyone looked at him, they saw another white boy with brown hair, a bit on the short side of average, and brown eyes to boot. Even his clothes were drab, just another set of jeans with a t-shirt and coat.

The boys turned a corner to find a shop that neither of them had seen before. ‘Antiques and Oddities’ the sign read. Strangely enough, the place looked like it had been here for years. The sign had that telltale wear and tear and the items in the window looked like the hadn’t been moved in decades.

“What about that place?” Kyle asked his friend. “There’s got to be some shit in there that Jenny’d like or something.”
 
Rafe looked up at the sign thoughtfully as he stopped walking. "Maybe..." It was about as much of a committed answer as he gave. He went ahead and opened the door, walking inside as the bell above the door rang in a simple rig that was meant to alert the shopkeeper when the door opened. Rafe was tall and had an athletic build, slender and lightly muscled. He had short, messy silvery hair and bright green eyes. Rafe was outgoing when he wanted to be and he had an eye for the ladies, but he usually put up an attitude of nonchalance and disinterest in most things. It was a rare thing to see him excited. It wasn't to say he didn't feel things, in fact he felt emotions quite deeply, but only those close to him ever saw such things and they were usually rare events.

As much as he kept himself guarded, Rafe was known to give freely. He wasn't rich, but his family did have money and Rafe often used it to pay for meals or give fine gifts for his friends. Kyle had been one of his longest standing friends, since Rafe got suspended for beating the crap out of the bullies that threw rocks at him and teased him, calling him Kylie the girl. Rafe couldn't stand bullies or people being cruel for no fucking good reason. Rafe had few compunctions about being cruel in return to them.

Rafe stepped inside and looked around. At face value, the shop looked like a simple antiques store, but something about it felt...weird. Rafe was certain he had been along this street before and he hadn't seen this store before. At least he thought so, and the store looked like it hadn't moved in years. Still, he brushed it out of his mind. He needed to find a birthday gift for Jenny, but in truth, Rafe was fearing things were breaking down between them. "So...what about you? Any ladies you need to buy a gift for?" Rafe spoke in his usual low, quiet voice. Rafe looked over a statuette of a reclining Venus against a stone seat in apparent ecstasy, raising a slightly interested eyebrow.
 
It took a moment for Kyle to respond. The young woman by the register had caught his eye. She was wearing a low cut top and the cleavage seemed to go on for miles. He was pretty blatantly staring, but either the girl didn’t care or didn’t notice. She had a disinterested look on her face and was clearly daydreaming while the boys did their shopping.

“Oh, um… not really. Clarissa turned me down last week.” Or at least she would have, if he’d asked her. The biggest problem for Kyle was that he was shy. It had got him in all sorts of trouble with the local boys until Rafe had started hanging out with him. He just wasn’t that aggressive with people he didn’t know. Luckily, Rafe usually had some sort of scheme planned to keep him busy.

Turning away from the busty beauty, Kyle looked to the object of Rafe’s attention, “Wow, that’s… explicit.” He found himself blushing a bit at the statuette, embarrassed by the image. It was surprising how much emotion had been carved into the stone. “I’d like to see the look on Jenny’s face when she opens that at a birthday party.”
 
Rafe stared at the statuette for a while before reaching out to touch it and caress it for a little bit. "This...is going home with me. I think you're right, it's a little explicit to be a birthday gift for Jenny. I want to keep it though..." He looked at Kyle and then to the woman at the register. She was practically flashing them her massive tits. He chuckled a bit and looked at Kyle. "Why don't you ask her out? She's stacked..."

Rafe took the statuette in his arms, not caring about the price as he brought it up to the register. "We'll get something to eat at my house, there's plenty to eat. I've got to find a place for this...we'll find something to do after we eat." Rafe smirked a bit, decided to play a little friendly game. He set the statuette down on the counter, looking at the woman to animate herself at last in order to purchase the item before he went ahead to speak. "You know, my friend here thinks you have huge tits, and he likes 'em."
 
Kyle had been trying to find some excuse to why he couldn’t ask the knockout behind the counter when Rafe blurted out his desires right to her face. His eyes widened in shock at the audacity of his friend. Kyle’s face turned a bright crimson as he tried to sputter out some sort of denial. It probably would have sounded better if he could have stopped glancing down at her tits as she shifted to look him over herself.

“Yeah?” she asked with a smirk of her own. She then put one arm each under a massive mammary and lifted them toward Kyle in a teasing fashion, “Take a good look, cause you’re, like, never going to see any like’m again.” The woman turned back to Rafe and let her breasts drop and sway gently, looking far more interested in him as she rattled off a price.

For his part, Kyle could only gape and shift his pants awkwardly. He was nearly too aroused by the display to feel the shame, but it still showed on his face as he awkwardly tried to avoid looking at either of them.
 
Rafe cocked an eyebrow for a moment. He certainly hadn't expected that! Rafe looked over at Kyle before he turned back to the woman with a slight, playful smirk. "Well, I do have to say you have some lovely big jugs. I bet you're proud of those puppies. So, babe, how much will it be?"
 
“Oh, that thing? Um… I think it’s, like, fifty bucks or something,” she played with her long, blonde hair a bit as she rang up the purchase. Kyle was rather sure that they’d just got away with quite a deal. Lewd or not, a statue like that was easily over a hundred, if not more. The woman clearly didn’t seem to care, though. If anything, she seemed happy to get rid of the item.
 
Rafe nodded and got out his wallet, paying over a fifty. "For the statue..." and then he handed her a twenty. "A little something for yourself..." He winked at her and grabbed the statuette again, making sure to have one hand grasping it by the prominent breasts. Rafe smirked at woman at the register. "So, what's your name cutie? I might return to come gaze at the...fine sights."
 
By now, Kyle was rolling his eyes and he gave Rafe’s shirt a sharp tug. All he wanted was to get out of this embarrassing place and forget he’d ever been here. The woman, however, just giggled inanely and flung back her hair. A quick shift of weight brought her chest out even more – amazingly, the woman had been slumping before – and by the end of it she was practically posing for him.

“It’s Nikki, hon. You look a bit too young for me, but if you see me again I might give you something to remember,” she purred flirtatiously while giving Rafe a wink. “Maybe even bring your boy-toy, he can watch.”

Kyle’s face erupted into a blush once more. Did she think they were..? Ridiculous! “C-come on Rafe, we should go put that statue somewhere safe.”
 
Rafe gave a soft laugh, but stared right into her eyes with a playful, mischievous smirk. "Baby, I might be young, but I've got enough juice to rock your world." He got out a pen and paper and wrote his cell number down for her, sliding it to her. "I'm sure he would like to watch..." Rafe seemed to make no move to correct her and state that they weren't a couple. He grasped the statuette in hand and headed out with Kyle.

Once outside, he laughed joyfully. "Did you see that? I bet she's a real slut with jugs like that...heh, maybe we should take her up on her offer." He didn't regard Kyle's state of mind.
 
Nikki took the number with a smile and waved at the pair salaciously as they left the store. Rafe could practically feel her eyes on his rear as he left; she made no illusions of hiding her gaze. Once the pair was outside, Kyle stomped his foot in frustration and clenched his fists to hold back his humiliated anger. This was exactly the sort of thing he’d been dealing with for years, but he’d never expected it from Rafe.

“Why did you let her think I was gay? Boy toy; the hell, man? Fuck, if that bimbo talks to someone I’d never live it down. Fuckin' A, with a name like NIkki she's probably a stripper or something at night.”
 
Rafe sighed softly as they started the walk to his house. "Relax, I doubt she knows anyone we know. But I gave you the chance to be forward, you have to be more outgoing. So what if she thinks you're gay...prove her wrong. You have to be proactive when it comes to women."

Rafe's house was large and he did have plenty of good food around for them to snack on, but the first thing he wanted to do was to find a good spot in his room for the statuette. Rafe made no mystery about his sexuality when it came to his room. There was porn and hentai laying about, along with some raunchy and racy posters and wallscrolls. A few h-games were near his computer along with more nominal PC games. Yes, Rafe had no qualms about what he liked. He kept trying different spots for the statuette before he rested it, finally, on his nightstand next to his bed. "I mean, you like girls, right? You're happy to be a guy, right?" Rafe wasn't trying to insult or enflame Kyle, he had just never considered the prospect before as he laid back on his bed at last, staring at the ceiling. His hard on was apparent through his shorts. He was...huge to say the least. Horse huge it seemed.
 
By the time they had reached Rafe’s house, Kyle’s anger had dissipated. Maybe Rafe was right, his friend certainly got more girls than he did. Still, it was hard for Kyle to think about. He got nervous whenever he tried to ask girls out and had been turned down more often than not. His few dates had never gone far, at best ending with a kiss on the cheek. Nearly all those girls had the same response: they liked him as a friend, but didn’t really find him attractive.

“Of – of course I like girls!” Kyle exclaimed, his face turning pink again. “I just don’t really get them, is all.” His eyes caught the monster in Rafe’s pants and he quickly turned his head away, “Dude, you need to take care of that or something? I haven’t seen you so blue-balled in weeks. Is Jenny not putting out or something?"
 
Rafe sighed. "No, she's gone cold fish on me. I don't think we're going to stay together too much longer." Rafe shrugged. "Not much I can do about it until I'm alone, just don't worry about it, I mean we're both guys, you get boners too. It'll go awayon it's own. Heh, maybe the magic Venus statue will help, huh?" He playfully grinned and rubbed the bountiful statue in his hands. "What should I wish for, Kyle?"
 
That was good news to Kyle, he’d always disliked Jenny and the feeling had been mutual. It had meant more time on his own, because he simply couldn’t stand her biting comments. At least Rafe was acting more like his old self; this sort of jesting reminded Kyle of when they were younger. A little make-believe did wonders to pass the time.

“You can do better than her, for sure. Hell, that’s where I’d start if I were you. I’d wish that you could have the perfect girlfriend, the type to fulfill all your fantasies.” Kyle smirked a bit, “And while you’re at it, wish that I could get some action too. That’d be a nice change for once.”
 
Rafe laughed a bit at their little game as he rubbed the statuette's prominent breasts. "Ok Venus. I wish I had right here, the perfect girlfriend, with huge tits, and she has to be constantly, uncontrollably horny for me. A perfect sex doll. How about that?"
 
Kyle joined his friend in his laughter, until his voice started to crack and he was forced to stop. His voice hadn’t done that in years and he tried to clear his throat, but his coughing stayed at a high pitch. The statue in Rafe’s hands felt warm to the touch and he could swear the eyes had started to glow a faint violet.

“I think… I think something’s wrong,” a girlish voice said from behind Rafe. Kyle’s hair had grown out to his shoulders and the light stubble on his chin had disappeared entirely. His entire body tingled as his face became more rounded and his skin softened. The room seemed to become a bit larger as he shrunk down to roughly 5’8” and his frame seemed to diminish even more. What little muscle he had vanished, to be replaced by smooth, feminine features. At first, his clothes looked like they were far too big, but then his hips started to fill out, causing the hipline of his jeans to creak ominously. Kyle gasped suddenly as a slithered feeling in his groin and he had a sinking feeling he knew what had just happened.

The transformation seemed to settle for a moment, leaving Kyle a pretty, but rather flat-chested girl. Of course, he wasn’t done. The tingled from all over his body seemed to sweep towards his chest, building and mounting, until breasts pushed forward suddenly and rambunctiously. His shirt stretched and pulled as his new tits grew and grew until it looked like he was wearing a belly-shirt. They weren’t as large as Nikki’s had been, but they felt simply gigantic to him.

“W-what the flying fuck!?” Kyle screamed, grasping at his chest in shock and disbelief. He looked like a busty version of his own sister, his already hard nipples pressing obviously against the rough fabric of his shirt.
 
Rafe's mouth was wide open, his jaw completely slack. He stared up and down at the girl that was where his friend had been. "K...Kyle...? Is that you...?" Rafe was in a bit of shock as he slowly approached closer, getting a good look at the young woman before him.

A perfect sex doll. Constantly horny for me. The wish hadn't finished. Slowly, more and more of it took hold over Kyle. He started to become aware of a heat slowly growing between his legs and in his lower belly. A twinge that started to grow into a desire and from a desire into a need. A real, raw need.
 
The room started to feel really, really warm and Kyle found his face flushing brightly. His hands wandered down to his slimmer waist, running over the smooth skin in complete disbelief. “Oh my fucking god, Rafe. Y-yeah… it’s me.” His voice was high pitched and starting to take on a husky tone as his heart began racing. What was wrong with him? He couldn’t keep up with the massive life-altering change that had just come over him.

It only got worse as he tried to fight it. That primal urge, brushing away his complaints. He could recognize it for what it was, but soon that didn’t matter. Kyle's new, slightly larger eyes looked over Rafe with a hunger he’d never felt for his friend before. That bulge in his pants… he needed it. Now.

“Rafe,” Kyle started as his friend closed the distance, his hand already reaching out to gently caress his groin, “I… I need you to… to help me.”

“Please,” he begged after a small pause, his voice an eager whisper.
 
Rafe was still taken aback by this, but he tried to get a handle on his shock. He moved closer to Kyle. He slowly put his hand's on Kyle's arms. "How, how do I help you?" Rafe couldn't help but feel a bit of lust taking over his senses. The form before him was deliriously sexy. No longer a friend, now a woman, a girl that was shapely, curvaceous, and bouncy. Rafe's cock threatened to burst from the confines of his shorts, so bad was his lust and his need for release. He was beginning to lose his will to resist this young beauty that had a growing hunger in her eyes.

Kyle could sense it now. Rafe's cock would be what would give him relief. Rafe was a man, a real man and he was one no longer. Just a girl that needed cock...hard...huge...deep inside her and bursting with potent spunk...she needed his seed.
 
Kyle could feel Rafe grow within her grasp and she started to rub his cock through his shorts. She was so distracted by how wonderful it felt to touch him that she didn’t even notice the little mental shift in her head, where she no longer thought like a man. Even her fingernails had grown out slightly, though they were completely unpolished, and it was like her thin hands were used to fondling a dick. Kyle had plenty of firsthand experience, after all. She then leaned forward until her breasts pressed up against Rafe’s chest, where he could feel the two hard points of her nipples, and looked up at him lustfully.

“Fuck me, Rafe. I need… I need you.”
 
Rafe swallowed firmly. He was trying to decide whether this was right. Was it moral? Kyle was clearly under some kind of influence. But...this woman was so attractive. She wanted him bad. Rafe hadn't felt so wanted and desired. To be desired was a powerful and addictive drug and a person addicted to such a thing might do anything to continue its effect. Rafe looked onto the woman's eyes and something in him changed. He slowly undid his shorts and grabbed her hands, thrusting them into his shorts, inside his boxers so she could feel it. That monster dick. Those massive balls. Yes, Rafe was indeed a real man. A man that could make her feel like a real woman. He pulled her head to him and kissed her deeply, pressing his tongue into her until it felt like he was pillaging her mouth. He then groped her breasts firmly, his thumbs pressing and rubbing against those nipples that felt hard enough to cut glass.
 
The top-heavy girl moaned into Rafe’s mouth as her tongue danced around his frantically. Both of her hands wrapped around his dick and started to gently stroke him. Kyle’s hands were almost impossibly soft, like those of the most pampered model. Just touching his powerful rod nearly made her came. Kyle’s breathing got heavier and faster, until she finally broke the kiss and pulled back.

Those delicate hands pulled away from Rafe’s cock, but only to grasp his boxers and drag them downwards with his shorts. With his wondrous manhood revealed, Kyle’s eyes could look at nothing else. Then, slowly, she licked her lips and dropped to her knees. As a man, she’d always been obsessed with the idea of getting a blowjob. Nothing had seemed sexier. Now, the tables were turned. The girl took Rafe’s cock in one hand and parted her lips.

The inside of her mouth was wet, warm, and willing. Her tongue was enthusiastic and greedy as it took in Rafe’s taste. It was exactly what she needed, the most desirable thing in the world. It made her briefs feel damp and sticky against her thighs. It wasn’t long before Kyle started to bob up and down on this glorious tool, soft moans of desire purring through her throat.
 
"Ohhhhh fuck!" Rafe had to sit back on the bed and throw his head up into the air as his eyes rolled back. He moaned out, long and low, a sound that was music to her ears. Rafe's hips started to buck forward a bit as the blowjob intensified. "Fuck yeah, that...oh that feels great..." It felt like getting head from someone who had done it before a thousand times. It felt wonderful and Rafe could feel every muscle in his body turning to jelly. For Kyle, it felt like a key sliding into a lock. It just felt...right. This was how things were supposed to be, this was how the whole of the universe fit together. She was supposed to suck his huge cock...and more. Yes, there was more to do.

Rafe started to get more and more into this and slowly his hands ran through her hair, until he was grasping her head, pushing her further and further down, his hips sliding forward until she was forced to deep throat him and he started to fuck her face brazenly.
 
Kyle let out a loud, surprised moan as Rafe took hold of her hair and pushed roughly. His cock pushed down her throat, causing her to gag slightly, but the pain and discomfort only brought more pleasure. He was using her, she was his. Nothing could make her happier. The girl’s jaw was going to be sore from this monster, but she desperately needed to taste his seed. Kyle’s hands moved from Rafe’s cock, letting him take the pace entirely, and cradled his balls. Lithe fingers tickled and caressed, worshipping him in his entirety.
 
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