"I'm becoming your fantasy Dwight," Kyle replied and licked his/her lips. "Not that I wanted to, but now I can't think of anything I'd rather be..."
Suddenly, Kyle's clothes evaporated and Dwight's hand touched the large, silky, warm flesh of his friend's blown-up buttocks. Dwight squeezed automatically, and his buddy hummed his/her approval. Then Dwight saw for the first time the pair of objects trying to push them apart were actually massive breasts, growing on Kyle's chest. He couldn't tell if Kyle was a complete woman or not from his viewpoint, but he had an idea where this transformation was heading...
Dwight looked down as all of his dreams were slowly becoming a reality. He murred in delight as Kyle now slipped her feminine arms around his neck, their mass softening and rounding ever so slightly. She looked into his eyes, her cheeks rounding and gaining the slight puff of baby fat as her entire body gained a small layer of fat, transforming her into the slightly overweight girl from his dreams.
Kyle winked as the evaporated clothes reformed into a pair of thick-rimmed black glasses, now framed by rapidly lengthening red hair. She leaned close and kissed her perfect man passionately, her svelt tongue probing his awaiting maw.
Not being one to ignore a good thing, Dwight quickly leant her dreamgirl down onto the ground, never breaking their embrace. He moaned into their kiss as his hands reached and caressed her softly rounded form.
"No!" Dwight shouted, suddenly realizing what he was doing. "I can't do this! You're my friend! You're a guy! You're... You're..."
"Kylie... And just let it happen, Dwight..." said a sultry voice from his once male friend. "Let me show you how good this can be for you. For me. For us."
Kylie giggled softly, her round hand caresses the bulge in Dwight's shorts, but does Dwight respond in turn?