More Than A Friend

--artwork by shuugetsu karasu-- “Dude, you wanna know why you can never get a girlfriend?”

“Aright Genius, tell me.”

Back and forth they went, Morgan and Carl, two friends bickering about the mess that accumulated from their time partying the night before. Carl, tall, tan, and lean, the responsible one, maid of the house one could say, spoke with exasperation over the fact his roommate and best friend was a potato on the couch while he did all the work, again. Carl hit Morgan where it hurt; pointing out the fact he could never snag a girlfriend for himself. In fact, no girl had ever shown interest in him, even despite his clean cut, athletic, well-put-together look. Even Carl had to admit there was a charm to him and that he was a complete blast to chill with. Though, he knew exactly why he had girl troubles—it was the root of many of their fights.

“You’re lazy and don’t commit to anything!” Carl yelled, throwing the washcloth he was using to wipe down the kitchen counter right at Morgan’s face.

“Look man, I could get a hottie if I really tried, okay?” Morgan unconvincingly argued, holding back a yawn.

“You’re also far too picky. You’ll never have a ponytailed, dominant beauty, wearing a white blouse and a short, plaid skirt just walk into your life and be with you, let alone put up with you.”

“How’d you know my type?” Morgan asked, almost congratulatory over his friend’s spot on description.

“Dude, you ramble on about it all the time. I’m your best friend, of course I know. Shit, no one gets you like I do.”

Rubbing his eyes, Morgan got off the couch feeling a bit hurt but defiant in his opinion. “Like I said, I could find one if I wanted. I’m just more focused on me time is all.”

“Well, while you always relish in your me time, I’m always stuck doing all the work!” Carl fumed, before simmering down into an all too common disappointment. “I love ya man, but I can’t stand this anymore. I’m… thinking of moving out.”

“Naaahh. You’ll be fine once I get us a few more beers. We’ll start this weekend off right, keep the party going!” Morgan quickly made his way out the door with more energy than he’d ever expend on doing housework, leaving Carl silently slouching over the kitchen counter. Carl had threatened to leave a few times before, but this time felt more serious.

That dumb goof would be lost without me, he worried. What do I do?

He suddenly felt a ratting in his fingers as if his bones were hit by a tremor. An annoying, prickling sensation refused to leave him too, starting at his fingers and working its way throughout his body. Unable to ignore the odd sensation, Carl looked down at his hands and was shocked to see them transforming before his eyes. Freakishly they pulsated and twitched about, the bones and cartilage crackling. It caused his hands to spasm and twitch, and soon the same strange occurrence was traveling up his arms too. His feet felt it as well, then his legs, eventually his entire body!

Carl grunted and jammed his gut into the kitchen counter. His entire body was wracked with a numbing sensation, like he had been shot up with dope. Had he and Morgan taken some weird drug last night? There was a rumbling beneath the numb feeling too that refused to cease, like Carl’s whole body was throbbing. His skeleton began shifting in bizarre ways, bones poking and prodding at his skin from underneath as it did.

He was able to fight through the siege on his body and stabilize himself on the counter once more. It was then he saw the full horror of what was beginning to happen. Carl’s hands were shriveling in size, fingers becoming more fragile-looking, refined even—the skin on his hands smooth as silk. His fingernails had grown a bit in length and had a well-polished look to them.

He panicked. What the fuck, what is this? These are… my hands!? And my arms!? As his tan skin began to turn creamier his gaze traveled from his sightly hands up the expanse of both arms, seeing a similar smooth landscape that was as enticing to look at as the finest, polished marble. His arms looked gorgeous! But this was wrong, so very wrong.

Carl stepped back from the counter in shock, his legs quivering as he felt them going through similar changes. His arms and hands had shrunk in size and muscle tone, becoming slender casts of elegance. He never wore socks in the house, so his shrinking feet caught his full attention. His toes’ pedicured perfection frightened his masculinity. He felt helpless to stop what was happening to him. The hands, the feet, and his now withered, but graceful legs made loud and clear the intent of whatever unnatural force that was doing this to him—LET’S MAKE A WOMAN OUT OF YOU.

“H-Haaah! Holy shit! GUH!!” Carl screamed out in shock before a large pull at his gut tugged his body backwards, his butt hitting some cabinets.

He rose up, leaning back against the other kitchen counter, watching in horror as the mass in his gut pressing against his t-shirt seemed to give way to a more androgynous, curving shape. His clothes magically changed as well. His shorts looked as if they were being quickly eaten away by ravenous clothes eating insects. More and more skin revealed itself until his pants became a clingy, black thong around his penis. The texture of the shorts changed to a softer fabric with some frills that felt gently enticing to the touch of his cock.

SNAP! Carl’s spine lurched forward, as it readjusted it’s curvature towards a more captivating S shape. Carl gripped the counter tightly, trying his best to keep balance among the onslaught. CRACK! His shoulders seemed to buckle under the invisible weight of something, bringing them further down into a slender slope. Modification after modification was made to his body, his waist caving towards an hourglass shape—hips widening, butt perking up more. Carl was soon shaking in awe at what he was left with: a slim figure looking much more like a woman than man.

What in the hell could possibly be doing this to me!? He wondered. Did I ingest some chemical? Did I mess with something weird!? Or maybe—no that’s stupid, this all makes no sense! I have to stop this!

Carl’s clothes lightly tickled him, as they started to mutate themselves. The materials of each item glided lightly along his skin as they shifted into new shapes and positions, moving almost like water changing its path around rocks—bending to, yet still embracing his body.

His shirt split in two, the lower half settling just above his hips and turning into a very short, revealing, pleated green skirt with washed out yellow cross patterns decorating it. His shirt became more form-fitted to his midsection and arms, a little bit of give around his chest. Soon the shirt became a plain white, button-up blouse with rolled up sleeves resting just down past his elbows. Long, soft socks formed on his feet, looking a dark shade of black, halting near the top of his calves.

Carl was speechless as he drank in his new look. This was just the sort of outfit Morgan was always gushing about. A sunken expression appeared on his face as he pictured the end results of these changes. Somehow, someway, he was turning into Morgan’s dream girl.

He let out a terrified scream, unable to calmly accept what was happening to him. His body swiftly silenced him by way of his thighs bloating energetically in size. His slender legs gained back some of their thickness, but with a much plumper build. Carl pounded both hands onto the counter top and braced for the rest of the onslaught.

It hit him fast and wild. His ass erupted with bubbly fat, devouring his black panties between its cheeks, before it firmed up into a tight, sensual match for his thighs.  His hips snapped into a wider stance and his core caved in at the same instance, the cracking of bones echoing through the apartment. His gut sucked itself inward and flattened into a smooth, rolling landscape. Copious amounts of fat built onto his chest, breasts jiggling and flopping down off of his body, their swaying motions becoming more intense the larger they became. His thighs, butt, and boobs erupted one last time in a violent expansion that threw Carl off his stance and chest first onto the counter top, his breasts compressed like pillows against the surface.

During all this, his body shrunk down in size, adding further to the lovely contours of his new body. He was busty, curvaceous, but not to an extreme. There was a great balance to his figure—his ass and tits forming a perfect top-to-bottom dip to his hourglass form. The extra space within his shirt was filled beautifully by his chest, creases appearing where the mounds of fat pushed against the shirt. His short skirt looked even shorter with his perky bottom, fully revealing the panties he was wearing beneath.

As Carl tried to regain himself, he felt one of the last pieces of his masculinity starting to give way. His face—the very signifier of his identity—was giving way to the alluring, softer visage of a woman his friend Morgan would likely ogle. Slit-like, commanding eyes with yellow pupils, a cute, slightly upturned nose, puffy lips and a large mouth, and very shiny, silver hair that grew out quickly past his shoulders, all the way down to the crack of his ass—the hair fashioning itself into a ponytail. Long side locks fell past his shoulders and rested near his chest, and his bangs fell delightfully onto his face, parting around his nose and acting somewhat as a veil that hid the beauty beneath.

Carl… was simply stunning.

However, Carl wanted none of this. How could he? What cruel twist of fate judged him as deserving of this form? To appeal to his friend’s womanly tastes? What did this all mean for him going forward?

A sudden twinge in his dick sent a shiver up his spine and he gritted his teeth, a confusing pleasure building within him. His penis throbbed between the embrace of his thighs rubbing against it. Slowly but surely it shrunk in size, his bodily elation rising in response. His balls were shrinking as well, wasting no time tucking themselves inside his body. A hollow space felt as if it was growing within him.

As confusion and fear continued to pound away at him, Carl felt the spark of two thoughts rising in his head of some things he had said earlier to Morgan. They repeated over and over, getting louder and louder and overlapping each other as they did until coalescing into a single thought—a revelation that would forever change Carl ‘s feelings about his friend.

“No one gets you like I do”        “You can never get a girlfriend”

“No one gets you like I do”    “You can never get a girlfriend”

“No one gets you like I do” “You can never get a girlfriend”

“No one gets you like a girlfriend”

“No one gets you like me, your girlfriend.”

With quivering feminine lips, a soft, alluring—but in the moment trembling—female voice emerged from Carl and said, “I-I… love Morgan.”

Carl’s eyes quickly dilated and his consciousness gave way to this new truth, his mind thrown into chaos as it rewrote itself to that of a girlfriend to Morgan, someone deeply in love with their longtime friend, who had dreams of spending the rest of their life with him. They had always been such good friends, but she knew they could be so much more. The woman Morgan had been looking for all along was her!

“Huh, ah! Oh god! AHN!!” Carl moaned in ecstasy, gripping her head with her hands, pressing hard on her temples as a lifetime of love she had felt for her friend filled her up in an instance, experiencing it all in one climactic moment.

She collapsed forward onto the counter and began drooling in pleasure, her body convulsing with joy as her shriveling dick emptied itself—white lines of spunk trailing down the wooden cabinets. A slit began to emerge between her legs, welcoming her shrunken dick into its warm folds with a tender embrace. The receding dick soon became nothing but a nub within her new pussy. It felt as though the rest of her body had disappeared and all that was left was her tiny little clitoris, pulsating in delight.

***

About 20 minutes later, Morgan arrived back at the apartment, overjoyed at his haul at the liquor store.

“Hey Carl, ready to party!? Got your favorite. Ha ha!”

An unexpected voice greeted Morgan instead of his friend’s.

“Oh! You got the Corona!” A cheerful, yet seductive voice cheered. A woman whose appearance stopped Morgan dead in his tracks approached him and snagged the beer box out of his hands, smiling as she carried it over to the kitchen.

Frozen and nervous over the beautiful woman prancing in his apartment, he nearly tripped backwards in shock as the woman came zipping back towards him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks stud.” She said with a playful candor.

Morgan had no idea where Carl was, but he was more worried about the literal woman of his dreams standing before him. She cracked open a beer and downed it rather fast, giving a satisfied “thank you” nod to him afterword, tracing her lips in a seductive manner as if beckoning him over to taste the beer off her lips.

“W-Where is Carl—who are you!? I mean. Hi, I’m Morgan.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Morgan was so nervous he was a shuddering mess under this woman’s spell. She commanded such attention by her gaze alone; he was at a loss for what to say. He felt like a slave to her. She approached him and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, delivering another kiss—this time with far more passion.

“Oh sweetie, you have no idea how worked up I am right now.” The mysterious woman toyfully pouted. “And you’re just the kind of man I’m looking for.”

A finger traced down his chest and slipped into his jeans along with the rest of her hand and grabbed hold of Morgan’s erect cock.

“No belt? Heh, you make it so easy.” She teased.

Morgan felt emboldened by the goddess’s touch and immediately seized the opportunity, taking his own initiative and planting a deep kiss onto the pillowy lips of the angel before him. She pulled away rather quickly while giving a harsh love bite to his lips, drawing blood and warning, “I’m calling the shots dear.”

Things progressed rather quickly after that, Morgan being allowed to feel up her perfect breasts as they shuffled into the bedroom. A few moments later they were naked, playing with each other’s bodies, building towards a sexual crescendo. It wasn’t much longer till Morgan’s cock was at the mercy of the woman’s vice like lower lips.

“Oh Morgan, yes! Deeper! Harder! Oh I’ve wanted this for so long!” The mysterious woman moaned, her body riding on top of Morgan like a bucking bronco. She flipped her hair wildly about, brushing it across his face and chest.

Morgan, confused, replied, “I-I don’t even know your name! Who are... oh! Shit those tits are amazing!” He grabbed firmly onto the bouncing orbs, groping them steady.

“But you do know me! Ahn! W-We’ve always been together. I’m happy, I-I’m so happy that we can finally be like this!”

“What are you talking abou—hah, oh! Its, its coming!”

The bounce of both of their bodies grew so intense that the woman could no longer keep herself steady so she fell into an embrace with Morgan, his dick pounding deep into her chamber, his hips colliding loudly with her ass.

“I-I love you! I love you Morgan!” The woman declared in total bliss. “Oh fuck! Give it to me! Give it to meee!! Hooh! Ohh!!”

The man she shouted her adoration towards filled her with his warm seed. For Morgan, it was his fantasy come to life. His dream girl had arrived and was asking for every morsel that he could offer. He was loved by the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on. He felt like a king. He couldn’t wait to brag about it to Carl.

After basking in the bed next to each other for a few minutes, Morgan asked, “Wow… so what is your name babe? How do you know me?”

“Hm? Isn’t it obvious? It’s me, Carl. Or well, Carlie would be more appropriate now I suppose. I don’t know how it happened, but my feelings for you were answered and I was turned into your dream girl. Isn’t this great?”

Carlie hugged tightly to Morgan as a look of disbelief crept over his face. He sprung fast out of the bed and shrieked, “W-What! No, no! That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Sit down Morgan!” Carlie commanded with a deadly glare of disapproval that brought Morgan to his knees.

“Yes ma’am.” Morgan felt like a dog being scolded. Damn she had a commanding presence.

Carlie than began to prove her story true to the shocked man. Going over information that only Carl would know, it got to the point where there was no doubt, and Morgan started thinking over the ramifications of what this all meant. He just fucked his friend that used to be a guy! This was going to take some getting used to.

“So, are we clear!?” the newly created girlfriend asked with a mildly tense look.

“Yes Carl.”

“Carlie.”

“Carlie… are you sure we shouldn’t find a way to change you back?”

“What, do I not do it for you? No one gets you like me.” She was genuinely shocked.

“I mean sure, that’s all well and good but—”

“I love you and I know you love me, so the matter is settled.” She delivered with bite to her words.

Morgan quickly caved, unable to snap back at her. Dominating girls were his weakness. He was ashamed to admit that another boner was cropping up.

“My, my, already thinking about seconds?” Carlie teased with a soft giggle as she spotted the hardening shaft.

“Heh, what can I say. You’re fucking hot dude, I mean, babe.”

“Well, I’m not sure what you can say, but I know what you can do.” Carlie said, crossing her arms in an assertive pose, causing Morgan to gulp and beads of sweat to run down his forehead. “You can clean up this damn mess you’ve made!”

“W-What!? You’re still on that!”

“Of course! I love you dear, but you are lazy and a slob. No more fun until you clean up this mess.”

With a look of defeat Morgan obliged. There was no way he could say no to another round with his girlfriend.