Friend to lover

 Things haven't exactly been the same since my best friend lost his wife, though not in the traditional sense of one losing a loved one… A month after his wife's passing, he came to my place and begged for me to wear a bodysuit that had been modeled after his late wife. I should've said no, but it became very difficult when he broke into tears.

Bodysuits were something I never really looked into much, especially when they cost quite a hefty price, but it amazed me when I slipped it on and felt disoriented with how real everything felt. My height, figure and voice all changed thanks to the bodysuit and looking in the mirror made me think I was looking at a ghost.

My friend’s plan wasn't too crazy, as he only wanted to spend a few more days with the love of his life and get to properly say goodbye. What kind of friend would I be if I refused at this point? I agreed to his plan and the last few days have been pretty great, until recently that is…

Having gone out to go shopping with my friend, I was a bit worried that if anyone recognized his late wife, we might get into big trouble, but he reassured me that it won't be a problem. I don't know why, but I've begun to grow comfortable in the bodysuit, though I just assumed that was a feature for long time use.

As I walked down an aisle with my friend, I spotted some towels that'll be a nice replacement for the old ones in the bathroom, but just as I bent over to grab them, I felt the panties I wore get yanked down. “Huh? What are you-Ahh!!~” I let out quite a loud moan, as my friend's fingers slipped inside my pussy.

Standing up straight, I tried to tell him to stop, but his fingers were hitting all these weak spots inside the pussy that made my whole body tremble with pleasure. And before more moans could leave my lips, his free hand went over my mouth to ensure we didn't get discovered.

I felt so helpless, but eventually I found the strength to reach back and start swatting at his hand that stirred up my pussy so casually. He seemed to finally realize that this was too far and started slowing down, even uncovering my mouth. “Shit… I forgot…” Even though he said that, I felt how he still lightly caressed my slick pussy and cupped my plump ass.

I panted heavily and slowly pulled up my panties, not exactly sure what I should do or say to him, but as I looked at him and saw how sorry he looked, I sighed softly and tried to reassure him. “It's o-okay… That scared me a little, but it didn't feel bad.” 

That seemed to make him feel better as he gave me a small smile. “Come on, let's finish shopping and I'll make us something nice for dinner tonight…” I gently rubbed his hand, wanting to make sure he knew that it really was alright between us, even if my pussy drooled and felt a bit empty now.

We continued shopping and eventually left to go home and while the car ride felt a little awkward, I started laughing with what happened at the store and my friend soon joined me. Things seemed perfectly fine, or so I thought…

Once we got home and we put away the groceries, I quickly got to work on making dinner, but while I was cooking, I felt his eyes on me more than usual. I got a little worried and thought that maybe he still felt bad for what happened at the store, but I tried to ignore it for now.

After making dinner and us both eating at the table, I decided to talk about what happened. “So… I'm glad to know I'm doing a good job as your wife.” I sorta regretted saying that, as I saw him freeze for a moment. “Oh uh… Yeah, it's kinda freaky how I forgot you aren't really her…” 

Now all I could think about was the fact that I couldn't keep doing this, especially since I had my own life and couldn't keep using my paid time off from work for much longer. “I know it's been hard on you, but maybe it's time you think about moving on..? You're a handsome, charming guy and I'm sure-”

I went quiet when I saw his eyes start filling with tears, making me feel like a piece of shit for a moment. “N-Nevermind…” I stared at my plate for a good minute, until I heard him clear his throat. “You're right… I can't keep doing this… You can take off the bodysuit tomorrow and I'll return it, okay?”

Standing up from the table, I watched as my friend disappeared into the bedroom, which left me with my thoughts as I started cleaning the table and the dishes. I knew this couldn't go on forever and I'm glad he realized that too, but a part of me felt guilty for making him come to terms like this…

After cleaning up and heading into the bedroom, I noticed he was taking a shower, so I went to get changed thanks to my panties still being damp from what happened at the store. Seeing the wet panties reminded me of the sudden fingering, leaving me deep in my thoughts as I remembered how it felt.

While I was lost in thought and stripping myself naked, I seemed to grab the first piece of clean clothing from the closet and started slipping on a nightgown. Before I realized it, I only wore thin sleepwear without anything underneath. “Why did I put this on..?”

As I stared at myself in a mirror, almost checking myself out in the nightgown, I heard the bathroom door open and saw my naked friend staring at me with his cock fully erect. An immediate fear came over me as he started slowly walking towards me, making me step back and end up against a wall before I knew it.

While my friend got closer, I couldn't stop staring at his hard cock as it even dripped a little with precum, which made my pussy ache for some odd reason. “C-Cut it out… Come on, you know I'm not her! So just knock it off already… Please..?” 

With him standing in front of me now, I realized just how small I felt compared to him after all this time and when he grabbed the front of the blouse I wore and started ripping it off me, I felt my heart racing as I froze in fear. “No… D-Don't do this…” That's all I could say at this point.

With the ruined nightgown falling to the floor, there I stood naked and afraid in front of my best friend and his erect cock. My bottom lip trembled as I couldn't move a muscle, frozen stiff out of fear for what was to come. “You look just like her… I can't… I won't lose her again!” 

The second he yelled, I finally tried to run for the bedroom door, but the second I turned around, he grabbed my arms and thrust his cock into my wet slit. “Ahhh!!~” I cried out in pleasure, as I didn't feel an ounce of pain for some reason. 

As I struggled to get away, he quickly started thrusting into me like there was no tomorrow, leaving me a moaning mess as I felt his fat cock filling me up perfectly and making my legs feel like jello. “S-Stop!!~ I'm not y-your wife..!~” Begging and moaning, I tried to get him to stop before it was too late.

I didn't know much about bodysuits, but I knew that if a bodysuit’s insides came into contact with semen, it would permanently bond to whoever is wearing it, which would trap me as a copy of his wife forever! 

With my struggles proving useless and the pleasure shooting up my spine not helping, I kept trying to plead to my friend to not go through with his plan. “P-Please!!~ Don't do this t-to me!~” I moaned out, but felt his cock throb deep inside of my pussy as he shoved me against the wall and went harder.

Leaning against the wall and helplessly getting fucked closer to permanently becoming my friend's wife, I made one final desperate attempt at escape. “I'll h-hate you forever if you do this..!!~ I will run away and never come b-back!~” 

I felt his thrusts slow down and his grip around my hips loosen, which gave me the chance to shove him back finally and have his cock slip out of my drooling pussy. Panicking now and not sure what to do, I ran into the bathroom and tried shutting the door, but I was too slow.

I got thrown against the wall as he pushed the door open and before I could recover, he slammed the door shut and grabbed me to spin me around and shove his cock back into my slick pussy once more. “N-Nooo!~” I couldn't do anything, as he hammered into my spasming slit and held my arms in place.

I could feel his through cock drool precum inside me, which made my pussy burn with desire, but the end came when his cock started firing hot cum inside of me and I immediately felt the changes brought upon me. My pussy started spraying juices as I experienced my first female orgasm, while my mind started to break from new hormones flooding my brain and altering my way of thinking.

With my eyes going cross and a second orgasm overcoming my whole body, I shamelessly started bucking back into my friend's still erect cock. “D-Don't stop!!~ My pussy needs your cock!~” And my friend didn't hesitate to oblige and soon we were fucking like mindless animals.

An hour passed and before I knew it, we were on the bed and he was dumping his 3rd load inside me, before finally reaching his limits and holding me tightly in his arms as he passed out. I couldn't believe what had happened, only panting and clinging to the man who just ruined my life.

I wanted to hate him, to get away right now and report him to the police, but I couldn't even feel my legs, let alone a spark of anger towards him as his seed casually stained my pussy walls white and even breached into my new womb. As I started to pass out in his arms, I wondered if maybe becoming his real wife wasn't such a bad idea after all…

A few months later

Being stuck as a woman didn't leave me with much of a choice, but to stay as my friend's wife, which wasn't so bad as it turns out he planned this from the very beginning and didn't announce his wife's passing to anyone else, but me. So taking over the life she left behind wasn't that difficult, though I did feel a bit guilty about tricking everyone.

Sometimes I question if this was the right thing to do, pretending to be someone else, but then I look at my growing belly and can't help myself from smiling. Not only am I going to be a wife from now on, but also the mother of a child.

I've asked my friend countless times if he plans to have more, but all he tells me is that if it happens it happens, which isn't exactly reassuring when we randomly have a moment of passion and fuck around the house without thinking. 

I probably shouldn't be happy with how this all turned out, but I just couldn't bring myself to feel angry towards my friend, who I guess is my husband now. Of course, he knows I'm not the real thing and we do visit her secret grave to pay respect, but I just hope she's happy that he found someone to fill the hole in his heart… even if it was thanks to a bodysuit and him tricking me.

The end.