You don’t know how you let it get this far but making her yours wasn’t a choice by the end, it was a necessity. You needed to, she drove you crazy, the sight of her, her voice, her smell, it just sent you off, you couldn’t control yourself. It wasn’t always like this, you swear you used to be able to be around her without thinking about stripping her and stuffing her with your girlcock, but something changed. Maybe it was innocent at first, a little crush on your best friend, that happens to everyone right? How could you not fall a little in love, she’s smart, and talented and funny, probably the most hardworking person you know, at least she was all of those things.
You’d find yourself daydreaming about her, getting a little too excited to see her, you’d get a little jealous when she went on dates, maybe you might try to drive a little wedge between her and her partner, but it wasn’t… this. It became difficult when you started getting hard at just the thought of her, it wasn’t innocent anymore, you would imagine her naked in front of you, showing off for you, when you saw her in person your mind would just imagine her clothes removed. Jerking off to the thought off turned to doing so to her Instagram, saving pics off her close friends story, going through old texts to find photos you never thought twice of but now were porn for you. You’d look at her face in these pictures with an expression you made a story for, she looks like such a whore in that one doesn’t she? She knows what she’s doing.
This went on for months but it wasn’t enough, you needed more, she’s your best friend she wouldn’t think anything of a hand on her knee, her thigh, a hug that lingered, your her best friend, maybe her other friends weren’t very good to her, she deserved better, maybe your her only real friend, maybe your all she needs, she’s so busy with work and classes why would she spend her time with people who make her feel bad? She should spend time with you, you’d never make her feel bad. You should probably find a place together, her roommates aren’t very kind to her, you might as well split the cost, you already spend so much time together anyways. You know how to cook, and she barely has the time, you love cooking for her, but she needs to rest more often, she never gets enough sleep.
There’s some new drug you found online, it helps people sleep, you could slip that into her dish, she’d never notice. You always tried to watch something together after dinner, even when she got so drowsy from your new “ingredient” she still insisted on keeping the tradition. When she fell asleep mumbling and drooling into your side, of course you couldn’t help it, you needed her, you needed her and she was here and she was yours to use, so you did, she didn’t wake up when you groped her, or when you took off her shirt, or when you starts to kiss and bite her neck and tits, or when you took off her shorts, or panties, and she didn’t wake up she you filled her cunt. You read the warnings about repeated use, what it could do to the mind, but you couldn’t stop. It went from twice a week, to every other day, to daily.
You couldn’t stop, yes the signs were there, her grades started to slip, she became forgetful of basic facts, her long term memory started to fade, she stoped recognizing old friends and family beside you, her intelligence and work ethic that was so much of who she was, had gone away. Her personality was noticeably different, she became ditzy and dumb, she was always a little drowsy and out of it, she’d get frustrated easily doing basic things, but it’s okay, you were there for her, sometimes when she got upset you can just fuck her and she’ll forget whatever she was upset about. You took care of her, you took care of her better than anyone else could, you knew deep down you shouldn’t have let it get this far, you knew that this wasn’t your friend anymore, but you didn’t care, because she was finally yours, like she always should have been. Sometimes you still feel guilty, but when you come home to her wide vacant eyes and she tells you how much she missed you, kissing your girlcock through your clothes out of anticipation, the guilt seemed to melt. You love your cuntgirl toy, and she not only loves you, she needs you now, to her there is no one else in the world who matters, you are her world, as she takes you into her mouth with bashful eyes seeking your approval you realize you would do it all again.
