Sneaky Car Dealership

Sneaky Car Dealership.

              “Do you need any help?”

              “I am just looking around,” Alice smiled at the car retailer. I am not even sure if I will buy anything today.”

              The woman arched an eyebrow.  “Oh, is that so?”  She walked up and put an arm on Alice’s shoulder.  “Well, then, let me tell you about our special offer if you are short on cash.”

              “I didn’t say—”

              “Come this way, and we can discuss the details.”  The woman pushed on Alice’s back.  “Trust me, you will just love it.”

              “Look, I. .”  Alice sighed. “Okay, just a few minutes to hear you out. Besides, I am a little bit curious as to what kind of vehicle you could have that is so special.”

              The woman giggled.  “Oh, trust me, it’s one of a kind.”  She extended out her hand.  “The name is Jane.”

              “Nice to meet you.  Alice.”

              “So, Alice, how do you like Mustangs?”

              “I would love to own one, but I think it’s out of my price range.  I am a starving artist.”  She sighed.  “I mean, it’s why I doubt I can even afford anything tonight.”

              “Nonsense.  I guarantee you will roll out with a Mustang of your very own.”  Jane led Alice into a garage vacant of any vehicles.  “Now, trust me, you will just love it.”

              “But there is nothing here.  Are you sure this isn’t some kind of scam?”

              “Oh, no scam.”  Jane pulled out a needle.  “Besides, I think you should know.”  She twisted around and stuck the syringe into Alice’s arm, plunging a strange grey liquid into her body.  “We don’t tolerate people who can’t pay for our cars.”

              “Ughh.”   Alice moaned, feeling a strange warmth permeate her body.  “What did you do.”

              “I said you would roll out of here with a Mustang.”  Jane crossed her arms and smiled.  “Though I did fib a little.  “You won’t be owning the Mustang.”  Alice moaned as she rubbed her body.  “Nah, I think it will be better to let you find out.”  Jane rubbed her hands together and turned around.  “I have to find a client that will be willing to pay for this.”  She walked away.

              “Wait!”  Alice raised her arm, only for it to throb and feel extremely heavy.  “What did you do to me.”  She moaned.  “Ughh my hand.”  She shook her head.  “I need to get help.  This place is crazy.”  She reached for her pocket.  “Sara.  She will know what to do.”  But before her hand could reach her pants, her hand vibrated about, turning black and swelling.  “Huh!?”  Alice raised it in front of her face and gasped.  “What is happening to me?”  Her eyes widened as her fingers were forced in a while, slowly growing, the recognizable markings of car ties forming on the outside of her hand.  As the tire formed onto her body, her hand was forced outward, and she groaned as a shiny hexagonal pattern grew in the center of her tire.  “Ohhhhhh!”  The sensation was strangely pleasurable.”  She noticed a shiny hubcap growing out of her new rubbery skin as she shook her hand.

              “This isn’t happening!”  She reached into her pocket with her other hand.  “I need to get Sara now!  Ugh, fucking left hand.  So hard to call.”  She held the phone to her ear.  “Pick up.  Pick up.”

              “Hello?”

              “Sara.  You need to come down to the car dealership right now and pick me up.  Hurry before the only way you can do this is by buying me.”

              “What are you talking about?”

              Alice moaned as she felt wires forming in her ass, followed by a pulsing sensation.  “I am turning into a fucking car, that is what.  Now hurry!”

              “Okay, okay, I will hurry.  But I don’t mind driving you home either.”

              “What!”

              “Just kidding.  I am on my way.”  She hung up.

              Alice paced back and forth.  “Drive me home?  What is she going on about?  I want help, not her to let me transform and keep me.  I am not going to be Sara’s car.”

              Jane walked back into the room.  “Did I hear you are calling someone to buy you?”

              Alice waved her tire hand about.  “No!”  She moaned as a tailpipe exploded out of her ass, ripping through her jeans.  “Fuck!”  Smoke puffed out of her rear end as she felt more wires rearrange her ass.  “I. . . ughhhh. . .”

              “You like it, don’t you?  You want to honk, don’t you?”

              “No, I don’t!”  Alice looked her in the eyes.  “It is just. . . weird.”  She moaned as her nipples hardened.  “I am fine, I swear.”

              “Come on, you know you want to.  It will be good practice for that new owner you called gets here.”

              “Sara is not going to. . . ohh. . .”  Alice’s moan turned into a honk as her boobs tensed, pressing against her t-shirt.  She could feel them harden, feel wires snake just beneath the surface of her skin.  “It. . . feels. . .”

              “Good?”

              “No!”  Alice slammed her foot onto the ground, cracking the floor a little.

              “Hey, watch it.  You could damage something.”  Jane crossed her arms.  “Bad car.”

              A revving sound escaped Alice’s body.  “Stop calling me a car!”  Her arms waved about as her other hand began to swell.  “Ahhhh!”

              “I was wondering why only one hand turned into a wheel.  I guess it wanted to be first.”  Jane laughed as Alice fell onto all fours with a giant thud.  “Though I do have to say you are coming along perfectly.  Before your last hand becomes a beautiful tire, do you want to sign any insurance papers?  We can get you a wonderful insurance plan.”

              “I don’t need insurance.”  She moaned as her ass started to balloon outward, ripping out of her jeans.  Alice looked back and gulped, noticing the red paint and strange lines forming on her rear end.  “I need a doctor.”  Alice moaned.  “I am growing a literal trunk out of my ass!”  She moaned as the formation of her trunk hardened, the interior hollowing out as it continued to balloon outward.  “Ahhh fucking hell!”

              “Well, I am sure you don’t need insurance, do you.”  Jane giggled as she patted Alice on the shoulder.  “A Mustang like you is just fine on your own.  Why I could scratch that wonderful red ass of yours and. . .”

              Alice snorted as her feet burst through her shoes, hardening into tires.  “Fine, let me sign the papers.  Don’t you dare scratch me?”

              “Good.”  Jane set the paper in front of Alice’s last good hand.  “This way, your new owner doesn’t have to pay for it.”

              “What would I need for insurance if I am a. . . HONKKKK!”  Alice shook her head, her heart slowly beating faster.  She could feel it hardening and becoming part of her internal systems.  Wait, that didn’t make sense with how big her heart was becoming.  No. . . it was becoming her engine.  As her back pushed upward, Alice shook her head.  “Fuck it.”  She signed the document just in time, her last hand joining her other limbs in rubbery goodness.

              “You won’t regret this.”  Jane stood up.  “Now, if you don’t mind, I am going to talk to the person you called.  I am sure they are driving in right now.”

              “Wait. . . HONK. HONK. HONK.”  Alice’s face was forced forward, a Mustang emblem growing on her nose. “Stop this before it’s. . . HONKKKKKKK!”  Red paint covered her face as the last bits of her human form gave way to her new metallic body. Her engine was forced towards what was once her face, and with a mighty rev of her engine, her new body settled.

              “Sara, is it?”  Jane walked into the room with Sara in tow.  “You are just going to love this.  It’s part of our promotional deal.  You promote our dealership, and you get this free Mustang.”

              “Wait, really.”  Jane jumped inside Alice.  “But where is my friend?  She was going on about turning into a car.”

              “Oh, that is silly.  People can turn into cars.  However, this car does have a special name.  Just call her Alice, and everything will work out fine.”

              Sara’s eyes widened as Jane left the room.  “Alice?”  The car’s engines roared to life.  “Fucking hell.  Well, at least I get you all to myself.”  Her hand rubbed Alice’s dashboard.

              “Fucking hell.  You are not owning me!”  Alice pouted as Sara turned the key and drove her out of the dealership.