Monstergirl Challenge (Motogirl) (Patreon)

Woman: Swift Creek Photos

Chloe had discovered that she was getting to like the strange transformations.  Or at least some of them.  She hadn’t minded being a centauress in any form - horse, deer or human.  Even the naga had been interesting when she could get warm.  It had been a few weeks since the last one and Chloe was wondering (hoping) whether the transformations were completely over with.

She was out washing her motorcycle.  She used it to get to town for shopping when her husband was off working.  She hadn’t used it much lately, of course.  A transformation in the middle of town would have been hard to explain away.  As she was just finishing up, she felt the cold wind again.  She wondered what strange animal she’d end up with today.  Wisely, she got undressed and draped her clothing over a chair in the garage.

The first thing she noticed was that her legs were being forced forward into a position that made it impossible to stand.  Bowing to the inevitable, she sat on the chair.  Her skin from her hips to her legs became hard and shiny - metallic blue just like her motorcycle.  She watched as the change spread and her lower body shifted in shape.  A large extension grew from her back and she had to get off the chair and lie on her side on the garage floor.  When the metallic blob resolved itself into the front fork of her motorcycle, Chloe realised she could be transformed into far more than animal and plant forms.  Not knowing what to do, she pulled herself upright on the workbench and carefully balanced herself on the ever-changing metallic form that was now her lower body.

Soon enough, her lower body was an exact match for the motorcycle she’d just finished washing except it had no tires, mirrors, lights and seat.  After pausing for several minutes, the transformation started up again and, totally unsurprised, Chloe discovered she’d developed a pair of headlights on either side of her exposed labia.  She found she could turn them off and on just by thinking about them.  A pair of dark blobs at her hips soon resolved themselves into mirrors.  Soon she felt an extension of her back and, twisting as best as she could, she discovered a skin covered seat.  Finally, a pair of supports extended from her sides like oversized kickstands.  Aside from lacking tires, she was now fully road ready.  

A hub developed at the end of the front forks that had been her legs.  It quickly expanded into a chrome spoked wheel hub and, eventually, a tire.  Since she hadn’t felt any tilt, she realised she now had two tires.  She was finished as far as she could tell.

“So now what?” she asked herself.

There was really only one thing she could do.  She concentrated and felt her engine start up.  She tested her signal lights.  She discovered that she could see behind her almost as if the mirrors were somehow projecting what they “saw” to her mind when she thought about it.  There she sat, motor running.  

“I guess I should take myself out for a bit of a run,” she decided.  “But not on any public street, for sure.”

She put on her riding jacket and helmet and spent the rest of the day getting the feel of her new body.  It was exhilarating being able to feel the motorcycle.  She knew exactly how much fuel she had, exactly the speed she was going, the speed her motor was turning over, everything!  

Finally, noticing it was late afternoon she returned home and parked beside the pool.  When he arrived, he spent some minutes searching the house for her before making his way to the pool.

“I feel like a ride,” she announced as he stepped onto the pool deck and she patted her seat.