A Roar in the Night - Female into Car TF Story (Patreon)

by Vox, KU


A creaky screen door slowly blew open and limply beat against the trailer home’s cheap vinyl siding. Halloween was cold this year, cloudy, and dark. No birds or bugs chirped in the waning gasp of gray daylight as small, huddled groups of trick-or-treaters gave up early their hunt for candy. One lonely young woman, too ‘mature’ to join the others in costume, was on a hunt of her own. She quietly crouched next to a long abandoned car. Despite the peeled, sun-bleached paint and rust, she saw a treasure. Its flat, cracked tires showed the decades it had been sitting there, unwanted, but not totally forgotten. She finally heard the soft metallic ‘pop’ she needed and slowly opened the driver-side door. Setting her tools on the seat, she let the heavy old door sit open and inspected her humble prize. Despite the years, the interior was in decent shape. Musty old carpet on the floor, and some cracks in the leather, but otherwise a good start for her first restoration project.

Sarah was saving for college, but needed a project like this to keep herself out of trouble. She was still only 18, but the law was already often involved when the young woman got bored. She loved old cars and one had been sitting near her home for years. The “owner” of the decrepit ‘71 Plymouth GTX she sat in was an old Vietnam vet who claimed it just showed up in front of the house one day, locked and in poor shape. He didn’t have the money to tow it away and nobody else seemed to care or be looking for it, so there it sat for over 20 years.

With the lock defeated, Sarah could begin taking stock of what all would be needed to get this old girl running again. First, she checked the glove compartment- locked. She grabbed his pry bar and made short work of the flimsy old lock. Sarah wanted to avoid damaging it, but the compartment door dropped low, hanging limp as something heavy fell down under the passenger seat. Curious, Sarah reached down to grab it and found nothing. She shifted carefully on the driver’s side fragile leather seat, stretching awkwardly around the gearbox to fumble around blindly until she felt heat and a sharp sting of pain under her palm. She resisted the urge to draw her hand back immediately and instead pushed further until her fingers  found the weighty, sharp object.

Pulling a rag out from her jacket pocket, Sarah clamped the cut on her hand. Cursing aloud, she watched the red stain slowly grow. On the seat next to her, a strange sculpture of welded engine parts in the shape of a kind of twisted obelisk. The extremely sharp edge had sliced the meat of her hand cleanly and only a thin smear of fresh blood marred its polished surface. Sarah had never seen anything like it before. She got out of the car, gently set the obelisk on the hood, and stood silently with the rag still tightly gripped around her bloody hand. She glanced about and nobody else was outside on the dimly-lit street. The thick gray clouds made the shift into night more sudden as the darkness swallowed up the walk home. She felt the constant wind on her back chill her deeply and it quickened Sarah’s pace. The sooner she was home, the better.

Her mom worked nights so Sarah wouldn’t have to worry about her fussing over her hand. Pulling away the rag, she stared at the healed skin in confusion. A thin scar, an inch or so long, streaked across the flesh. It itched slightly, but otherwise appeared like it had been healed up for years. Sarah sat down on the toilet seat and tried to come up with an explanation. No excuses made enough sense to stick with, so she resolved to simply wash her hands and go back out to gather her things. Shaking her head, she stepped back out into the dark and cold. The wind was blowing harder now and the clouds were softly illuminated with pale orange hazy light from the city. She tucked into her jacket and half jogged to get down the street as quickly as she could.

Reaching the old car, she put the tools into her pack and slung the worn canvas bag over her shoulder. Shutting the car door, she looked at the crude statue on the hood, her blood now dried on its shiny surface. Deciding it would probably not be there if she left it until the weekend, she went to grab it and felt a tremendous heat radiating off of the obelisk. She gasped sharply and pulled away. The metal was hot! As she looked, she saw it start to glow a deep orange and then brighter and brighter. The flaking, rusty metal whispered a scream as the obelisk trembled on its surface. Sarah stepped back in confusion as the car began to creak, metal framing buckling as the wheels bubbled and sputtered, melting into the concrete. In moments the car’s paneling was twisted and sunken in, the frame eroding as if Sarah was watching a timelapse of decades per second wear down the steel body into dust. In moments, the old Plymouth was little more than a glowing pile of seared metal and charred, disintegrating car guts.

Sarah stood, mouth agape as the obelisk, now white hot and pulsating with heat and stinking of ozone, lifted off the ground and hovered at face-height to the young woman. It turned, as if to face her, and inched closer. Sarah tripped backwards and fell to her behind, slipping on the gravel-coated street in her well-worn hightops. She rolled over to her knees, dropped her bag, scrambled back to her feet, and broke into a sprint. As she ran, she glanced back at the glowing statue hovering in the middle of the street slowly twisted itself towards her direction. A sensation of intense pressure filled her chest and Sarah suddenly felt her limbs seize. She collapsed to her hands and knees, trembling as the thin scar on her hand itched maddeningly. She tried to crawl away, feeling the gravel scrape her skin, panting with fear as another burst of pressure filled her torso. Her elbows and knees locked in place and Sarah hung her head, staring down at her hands while her shoulders went rigid. Shallow, panting breaths puffed from her lips in the cold night air as her itchy scar turned black and peeled open like a zipper. Behind it was more black and the skin around her palms grew tighter as the scar opened, pinching her fingers. Her cold, numb digits curled into fists and clenched into the hardest fist she’d ever made. Suddenly, the black scar burst open and her hand rapidly degloved around a swelling black rubber mass. Sarah drooled a groan of discomfort and confusion as her hand rapidly swelled heavier and heavier and a familiar textured pattern formed across its surface. As it swelled, she could hear the sound of it drawing in the icy cold air. Sarah shivered helplessly while the mass grew large and round,  taking the shape of a vehicle tire.

The heavy rubber donut jutted from her swollen wrist and Sarah could do nothing but try to drag herself away from it. It held in place, her wrist stuck tightly and she cried out with little more than a weak hiss from the back of her throat. She felt her shoulders pinching again, fixing her arms outward like before, but with even more rigidity and a cold, metallic chill ran down her arm. The other hand was balled into a fist like the first, but the reddened skin held on. The pressure in her chest made her want to scream long and loud, but something was in the way stopping her. Her elbow cracked suddenly and Sarah watched as her arm was outstretched away from the tire and a series of boney pops and her twitching muscle signaled the next set of changes. Her shoulder, collar and elbow twisted painlessly until the skin split, exposing a metal control arm, a giant spring, axle rod, and other components. She watched as knuckles turned into brake calipers and bearing assembly. Heavier and heavier, she became fully trapped in place by her arm, now easily heavier than her whole body was just a minute sooner. The cold metal was numb but she could still feel it as ‘herself’. Tugging was useless and she was exhausted from trying to get free, finally relenting for a moment to catch her breath. Her skin started to stretch across her chest as new pressure filled her, throbbing as the bones in her chest and spine turned to steel and slowly spread outward. Her shoulders overwhelmed her slender neck and Sarah groaned as it threatened to consume her, forming the start of her other side’s suspension, frame, and wheel hub.

This time, instead of her hand exploding into a wheel first, it would be last as the elbow tightened into a well-lubricated ball-joint for her suspension. She pieced together the new form and purpose of her body as it changed. Areas where she was not as familiar became crystal clear as the bone and flesh squirmed into its new form. Her wrist and back of her hand clenched, defiantly as the hub began to form, finger bones forming long bolts as her flesh turned black. The skin inflated, turning to fresh tire-rubber. Any other day, she would say she loved the smell of brand new tires. She was held up by her shocks and frame, looking down at herself as the bones in her neck and trapezius muscles twitched and hardened. Sarah felt the warmth draining across her spine as it lengthened several feet and the numbness began to spread to her hips as they buckled and spread wide. Her legs twisted and knees craned backwards as they began to form the same suspension and framing as her arms.

She was turning into a car- Sarah was unable to bring those thoughts forward completely before this moment, but now they burned into her mind as it was pulled this way and that- feeling the intense pressure of a thousand pounds of steel forming from her petite human legs and torso. The woman pleaded silently to wake up, but only felt the bones in her jaw and chin start to stretch out to the side as they changed into cold metal. Her face stretched and Sarah groaned, rejecting the changes and her twisting form into one final shout that began human and then stretching too- growing louder until her final gasping cry transformed into a bitter honk.

Her breathing changed, and she panicked for a moment as deep in her throat, the sensation of ‘in and out’ became exclusively ‘in’ and the out passed through her body, fading slowly into a faint whirring like a fan was turning deep down in her. The fan grew as she did and spun less and less frequent, until she lost the instinct to breathe entirely. Her voice was gone and she no longer could breath, her body was growing more rigid by the second as flesh and bone were repurposed. Sarah’s eyes stung as the tears dried up, and a soft pinch seemed to drag her vision sideways, duplicating them into two pairs of round glass. Her vision blurred until she felt a sudden twinge inside all four and the street and nearby houses in front of her were bathed in a bright, pale yellow light. She could ‘see’, but it was blurry and the harsh cones of light made it hard to know what was ahead. Her vision widened further, pulling away from each pair until she felt them settling near her hands. Her head felt huge and her jaw and neck sunk in and fused with the framing that was her shoulders. She felt an odd tugging as her eyebrows hardened and pulled backwards, splitting the metal hood from the rest of the frame all the way back as hinges formed and the lengthening into wipers. Sarah's forehead, chin, and cheekbones pushed out in unison, popping and creaking into shape. Her nose flattened and stretched along with the rest of her face and Sarah let out a trembling sigh as the last air in her cheeks was squeezed out, her lips shrinking as her thin mouth was pulled wide into a flat expression. A shiny metallic 'GTX' emblem pinched and clinked as it formed from the extra material of her diminished nose. Her headlights blinked one final time as everything on her face froze into place. No longer able to move what had become of her head, Sarah was trapped, unable to muster even another honk for help as her back and spine began to rise up and away from the loudly clanking frame as it spread.

Inside her head, she felt her mind start to grow and feel more distant from the rest of her. She was still connected to her whole body but she felt like different sections were given new purpose and moved around. Her brain was growing in size and her heart and lungs and other organs were moving up into the same place to become different engine components. Her blood turned to oil, transmission fluid, coolant, brake fluid, and all the other lubricants for her joints and moving parts to keep her new body running in top condition. Sarah felt like her whole torso got shoved up into her head as the patches of scalp and hair turned into a good scoop and exhaust fins.

Just as she began to think she was almost finished, Sarah's torso and hips inflated loudly. Steel paneling popped into form aggressively as cartilage and muscle turned into cold metal. She felt hollow, her insides sizzling and crackling as they turned to leather, upholstery, seat springs, carpet fabric, and polyurethane. A pair of seat frames jutted out from her back under her hardtop roof and a rush of leather and upholstery streamed across their surface into a glossy blood-red ribbed pattern. The dashboard and gearbox ballooned into shape and hardened while a steering wheel gear assembly sharply jutted out from her engine compartment. The steering wheel and shifter slid out into place and formed a black leather shell around them. Her dash glows while her lenses form and indicator lights and gauges flicker to life. She felt a strange intense pressure pinch her neck like a bee sting and she realized that is where her ignition is. Sarah then felt an overwhelming emptiness that spread across her still changing backside. Her ass ballooned loudly with steel paneling and formed a short trunk, permanently mooning the world with her brake lights and indicators- not that anyone would know this car was a woman trapped in this cursed form!

Sarah felt her swollen, backwards feet twitch as they finally began to fill with cold air. Her rear springs creaked as the skin-shell tore apart and her tires rapidly spread, gurgling as the hot rubber formed and inflated around her ankles loudly clunking into the wheel hub, bolting to what had become to her calves. With her back wheels set, Sarah was practically all car. All that was left was her color. The steel body shimmered, turning polychromatic black, glittered in the dim street lights. Her red interior itself almost glowed as the glowing obelisk floated over to the new Plymouth GTX, the finishing touches popping into place as it quietly slipped into her driver’s side window. All the glass at once crystallized into place, forming and sealing as the window cranks popped and assembly wheeled around the new windows. Her front and back windshield’s as well as her two windows shifted into an inky dark tinting, darker than black.

From the base of the obelisk, a gnarled, dagger-like key slid forth and plunged itself into Sarah’s ignition. She felt a rush of intense energy flow into her through it, coiling through her engine and wrapping around the steering wheel. The key turned and she felt her new body explode with life! Her engine kicked over smoother than silk and three hoof-shaped pedals stretched like twisted roots out from under her dash. Her gearbox twitched on its own and she felt a force press her pedals. The obelisk was going to drive her! She tried to honk herself- to get the attention of someone, anyone that would find her, but she was enslaved to the cursed thing’s will. She felt the pedal hit the floor and her tires squealed, growing incredibly hot as they slid across the gravel. Her engine roared and she was off- rushing down the narrow trailer park streets with wild abandon. She felt alive! Heat and power pulsated through her hundreds of times per second and nothing could stop her. She weaved through traffic and ran red lights and stop signs, the ghostly driver dare-deviling its way across town towards god-knows-what. Sarah couldn’t think. Her engine, her tires, the gauges; everything had become both simple and distressingly complex. She was a machine, a tool, a car. Without the key inside her, she felt so empty and sleepy… she quickly grew to need to be driven- to be pushed to the limit. To have someone- anyone behind the wheel, she didn’t care what the obelisk did to them once she had her fun…

Sarah just needed this to keep herself out of trouble.