Bodysuit Trouble

Kevin had always been a little lonely, never having much luck with the ladies due to his shyness and small frame. His roommate John offered to help him out by letting him tag along whenever he went out to the bar to pick up chicks.

"Come on man, you might learn a thing or two. Who knows, you might even get laid," he said. Kevin never took him up on the offer, his nervousness always winning out.
One day John came home to a stunning brunette sitting on the couch, awkwardly trying to sit comfortably and watch TV without her large breasts getting in the way.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked.

The girl giggled. "It's me, Kevin! I ordered this deluxe body suit online on a whim. I figured this was the only way for me to see a girls body up close," he said.

"No fucking way," said John, shocked that Kevin would rather do something like this than talk to a real girl. He realized that he was starting to get a hard on, Kevin in the deluxe suit was hotter than most chicks he'd met. He uncomfortably headed to his room. "Just...if you're going to do shit like this, maybe stay in your room, okay." Kevin nodded his pretty head with sad eyes. They didn't talk about it again, John would come home, Kevin would be locked in his room, usually wearing the bodysuit. One night John stumbled into the apartment, drunk. It had been a tough day at work, and he had zero luck with the ladies at the bar this evening. He was horny and a little angry, but mostly horny. He barged into Kevin's room, where he found a topless girl sitting at her desk, absently touching her breasts.

"Hey, what the hell dude! You can't just come in here," Kevin squeaked, his voice high and sultry. "Are you drunk?"

"Shut up. Get on your knees," John mumbled, while unzipping his pants.

"What are you talking abou---" Kevin started, but John pushed him down forcefully and grabbed his throat, forcing his plump lips open.

"You wouldn't be wearing this every night if you didn't want it, slut," and he shoved his cock deep into Kevin's pretty mouth.

Kevin was too weak to resist, but he had to admit that he sometimes fantasized about having sex as a woman. He'd usually just touch himself in the bodysuit, his small erection tucked into the hidden compartment on the suit's crotch. At some point he'd orgasm, usually unzipping the suit so that he didn't cause a mess. This was an escape for him, just a fetish that helped curb his loneliness. With his roommates cock pumping in and out of his lips, he suddenly found that he'd never been so turned on in his life. Shit, if he cums in the suit, it'll genetically bond to my body! I need to make him stop.. he thought. But instead, he could hear himself moaning, an erotically feminine sound that only turned him on more. It was already too late. He tasted a bit of precum, and could already feel the suit beginning to merge with his physiology. Suddenly his nipples felt alive with electricity as his large double Ds bobbed back and forth with every slurp, his penis being re-incorporated into the clitoris on his suit, which was now a part of his very female vagina, buzzing with pleasure. Kevin continued to eagerly get face-fucked, his entire body charged with new sensations. This bodysuit was the best purchase ever.