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(F to Car)

Chess smirked as the bidding ended. As expected, she auctioned for a rather high price. Even if she wasn’t the cutest girl there (she was), she also happened to be excellent with magic. Doubtless she was worth the ‘auctioned ride’ that was promised.

“So, now what?” She turned, looking to the man who’d invited her to the auction. “I get dressed up, have a night on the town with some guy? I’m guessing you don’t want me to go all the way with him.”

He tilted his head, a momentary look of surprise on his face. “Um… No. It’s… Well, you’ll see.”

“I like surprises,” Chess smiled. “Besides, it’s for a good cause.”

Chess didn’t know why he was acting so strangely, but she was sure it was nothing. She followed him backstage and waved a quick ‘hello’ to the girl who’d been auctioned before her. Much to Chess’s surprise, the girl then proceeded to strip, taking off her clothing until she was naked as the day she was born.

“Um…” Chess lifted a finger, before noticing the girl had a ‘Born in Florida’ tattoo. This was probably one of their strange customs, much like alligator tossing, reckless drug abuse, and golf.

“Hm?” The girl lifted her head, her purple-and-blonde hair catching the light in a rather appealing way. ”Something you wanted to say?”

“Nothing.” Chess covered, averting her gaze. Damn it, she usually wasn’t this demure, but something about the charity auction had left her totally unprepared for sudden nudity.

“Relax, I get it. It’s cool, don’t worry. I’m getting ready to be changed. You see, the guy who won me’s really planning on showing me off tonight.”

“Oh! Are you going to get something good to eat?” Chess clapped her hands eagerly.

“Um. Sure. Ethanol, maybe,” the girl laughed, waving goodbye to Chess as she stepped into the next room. “They’ll call you when I’m done. Hope you have fun with your ‘owner!’”

“You too!” Chess waved back. Floridians. She’d never understand them.

A minute passed, that soon stretched into another. Chess idly conjured a small ball of magic, tossing it from hand to hand to amuse herself. It was good practice, the sort of prestidigitation that ate up time and strengthened core balance.

“Miss Chess? I’m ready for you now.” A new woman poked her head into the room. This one was a brunette, with grease-stained nails that she either couldn’t or didn’t bother to clean. “Name’s Nicci, with two C’s. I’m gonna be getting you in tip-top shape today, okay?”

Chess smiled. This charity really needed money if this woman was going to be her stylist—she almost looked like some kind of mechanic! Still, it was clear that Chess was supposed to follow her.

“Okay, I’m ready to go!” chirped the witch, ignoring the funny look that Nicci gave her.

The next room was another oddity. It looked like a garage, except there was a photo studio set up before one of the parking spaces. “Is… Is this really where you want to take pictures?” Chess asked, trying to be as polite as possible. “I mean… It’s not exactly flattering, is it?”

“Huh? Sure it is. Relax, and just play along, okay? You know the drill,” Nicci waved Chess before the camera with a kind smile.

“Yes, of course,” Chess had no idea what the ‘drill’ was. However, she did know that she hated to look ignorant, and in times of doubt it was easier to play along.

“Great! Let’s see… For you, I’m thinking a Bugatti Divo. Something flashy and magical, you know? Really gets the motor going?” Becca hummed, speaking as much to herself as she was to the witch before her.

“You have no idea how magical I am,” Chess laughed. It was nice to be able to get out a bit, to talk with people. “I mean, just the other day—”

The camera flashed, cutting her off. “Sorry! Haha, you looked so perfect that I thought this would make a great before picture.” Nicole turned the camera around for Chess’s benefit. “See?”

Chess nodded, an unfamiliar tingle settling deep within her chest. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say that she’d just been hexed. But that was impossible, right?

“It’s a very nice picture,” she said, covering her unease.

“Anyways, what were you saying about being magical?” Nicci set the camera down, picking up a rather complicated tool. It was some sort of handheld device, which sported a number of wires and cables.

“I can cast spells, you know. It’s really simple,” Chess lifted an arm, wondering why the motion was so hard to do. “I just lift my hand, and presto!” She tried to open her fingers, but found them stubbornly unresponsive.

One look to her hand told her why: her wrist now ended in a tire. It was a smallish thing, but was growing larger and heavier with every passing second. Quickly, Chess cast a panicked look to her other hand and found a similar change happening there.

Her fingers were curling in around themselves, rotating around her wrists. A dark and rubbery sheen was enveloping them, studded by inlaid ridges. Her palms now faced outwards, and shimmered with a blackened chrome.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Chess yelped, taking a step back. She held her tire-hands out before her in shock, watching them spin with a well-oiled ease.

“Huh? Come on, you know. You’re turning into a car!” Nicci laughed. “It’s the auction, remember? Full props to you though—most girls take off their clothes beforehand, so they don’t get shredded. Never understood why, since it’s not like these changes can be undone.”

“There are many things wrong with what you just said!” Chess replied, panicked. Her hands were much too heavy to lift, forcing her to hunch over like some kind of gorilla. They soon touched the ground, spinning forward and forcing the girl onto her belly.

“Really? You signed the waiver.” Nicci didn’t look up from her tool, treating Chess’s changes as though they were an everyday occurrence. Actually, they probably were for her. It was a chilling thought, especially as Chess remembered the other dozen or so girls who’d come before her that night. Were they all cars, too?

Chess wanted to ask, but was having a hard time opening her mouth. Her teeth had clicked hard against each other, and the space between them had sealed over. She ran her tongue around her changing mouth, shuddering at the alien feeling of enamel turning to cool metal, of a fine mesh drilling its way through her former incisors.

“Mnghkf!?” Chess managed, barely able to wiggle her lips. They were changing too, hardening and jutting out from her features like some sort of beak. They spread open, exposing her grill-like teeth to the world, though two thin lines of metal covered her teeth, from the edges of her nose to the edges of her chin.

It looked like someone had taken the front of a sports car and combined it with the brunette’s mouth, a comparison she had no desire to further. She quickly worked on summoning a spell, only to find all magic had drained from her body.

“Though… If you were magic, I can’t help but wonder why you’d ever want to be turned into a car,” Nicci mused aloud, looking to Chess. “After all, I’d think the carbon-fiber frame would make it kind of hard to access your magical circuits.”

“Hghckleassse! I’ngh not uh car!” Chess’s speech was slurred without lips, and was further distorted through her changed mouth. However, the words were clear—though their meaning apparently wasn’t.

“Course you’re not. Not yet, at any rate. But just let my little spell do its thing, and we’ll get you on the road in no time.” Nicci winked, with a nod to her camera.

Chess cried out in panic as she stretched, her body molding like it was clay. One second, she sported a lithe, feminine figure. The next, it was bulky and sleek, mechanical and stylized. Her sides widened and pushed in at the same time, an embossed carbon-fiber trim settling along her flanks.

Her knees reversed, feet stretching and curling into wheels that matched her front tires. At the same time, exhaust pipes snaked from the undersides of what were once her knees, even as those hardened and melded into a single, devoted frame.

“Hkhkhkno!” Chess wailed, noting how tinny her voice sounded. Her butt ached as her cheeks lifted from the rest of her hardening body, cramping as they clenched together, only to loosen a second later. She could imagine them pulling apart into a sleek and angular spoiler, atop the rear end of a sports car.

“No? Something wrong?” Nicci asked good-naturedly. She flinched sympathetically as Chess’s mechanical frame burst through her tight outfit, leaving nothing but scraps of cloth behind. “Ooh. I did like that getup, but I gotta admit, seeing you bust outta it’s kind badass.”

“Yech thunthinck’s hgkhrrrong!” Chess rolled her R’s in a manner that was uncomfortably close to a car revving its engine. Her back swelled, growing larger, wider, sucking in her neck and hollowing out for a rather spacious interior.

Below her, Chess’s breasts hardened and hollowed, aching as they detached from her body, only to reconnect as piping replaced her veins. They both pulled towards her head, which bloated and stretched its way into the hood of a car. One would be her wiper fluid tank, the other would house her oil.

As for her gas tank, that was left to her womb. It too flared out, sloshing as excess organs were converted to a high-octane gasoline. Her vagina rounded and hardened into a single hole, one that slid from between her legs into paneling that used to be a thigh. She could feel skin around it drilling out to provide a cap for her new gas refueling port.

‘I’m not a car!’ Chess wanted to scream, even as her eyes glossed and widened, shifting lower and sliding across her face. Instead, as her nose flared up and tugged its way into hood trim, she rumbled: “HrrRRrrRRRmVV NgmnrRRrrRRrrRRMMM!”

Her vocal cords twisted deep in her front housing, and a litany of chirps and squeaks accompanied her attempts to protest. She shifted her wheels from left to right again and again, trying to rev them but finding herself suspiciously unable.

All the while, more and more detail worked its way inside her. Her guts reformed to leather seats, a surround sound system, and even a full air conditioning unit. Her heart and lungs bulged and rippled, lungs wrapping around her heart and forming a housing for what would be an impressive quad-turbocharged W16 engine.

“VRRrrRRMMM! BEEP BEEP IIRP IIRP!” Chess struggled to communicate her horror and displeasure with what was happening. She could still hear even though her ears were twisting and molding themselves into a pair of designer mirrors.

Slowest of all, what had once been her forehead lightened in to glass. Her shoulderblades formed side windows, and the small of her back served as the rear window to her new form. She jolted and convulsed as the last changes worked their way along her form, and then she was complete.

Chess could still see, though her vision was split across multiple facets. There were the headlights that were her eyes, the tail lights that had been the fleshy undersides of her knees, an interior camera that she was pretty sure was her spleen, and a set of exterior cameras that had no human relation.

She could hear and feel perfectly fine as well, ambient audio sensors coupling with a receptive frame. But she couldn’t taste; couldn’t smell. These senses were replaced with a constant electromagnetic detection array, one that told her when her body’s keys drew close, and by an on-board diagnostic system that incorporated parts that were once a brain.

“Damn, you’re a beaut!” Nicci whistled, walking beside Chess, trailing her fingers along Chess’s cool metal frame. “‘Course, we both knew that already. You’re custom-made by me, it’s only natural you’d be top of the line.”

Chess wanted to disagree, but part of her new on-board diagnostic system confirmed she was a top-of-the-line car. It was this system that Nicci plugged her strange device into, analyzing every part of Chess’s new mechanical brain.

Though Chess’s soul was still tethered to the car, her mind was an irrelevant side-note. She was barely able to control her new body. Maybe at worst she could manage to raise or lower the thermostat a degree, but even that…

“Hey,” Nicci looked up from her tool. She turned it and held it in front of one of Chess’s new cameras, allowing the former girl to see that a certain readout was spiking. “None of that ‘trying-to-move’ bullshit unless you’re on auto-drive, okay? Last thing I want is for an accident to happen.”

‘And the last thing I want is to be a car, but I guess we’ll both be disappointed today,’ Chess thought glumly. She remembered that Nicci had said she’d be like this forever, and fell into a private, lasting despair.

The sound of clicking heels carried her out of her trance, and Chess ‘looked’ around to see a gorgeous brunette approaching. Chess remembered this woman was the one who’d bought her, and realized that she didn’t even know her owner’s new name.

Fortunately, it seemed that Nicci did. “Oh, hey Miss Kara! Sorry, we’re working on ironing out some of the last bugs. ‘Fraid this one got a bit in over her head, and she’s a feisty one.”

“Nicci, in another life I bred horses. If I can break a stallion, I can break a Bugatti.” Kara replied curtly, confidently. Every inch of her oozed dominance and control, and Chess wondered what it would be like to have her behind the wheel.

Her answer came almost immediately, as Kara waved Nicci aside, slipping into the car with a quiet purr. The woman’s weight was warm and light inside of Chess. She could feel the pressure inside her seat, somewhere near where her heart used to be, before it had become an engine.

Nicci unhooked the diagnostic tool with small frown, but forked over the keys regardless. Chess could feel her internal systems awaken, and her engine whirred softly, ready to fire up at a moment’s notice. “Gotta warn you, we don’t recommend taking new cars for a spin before we can give them a proper test drive.”

“Understood, appreciated, and ignored.” Kara flashed Nicci a small smile to undercut the bite of her words. “Just relax, and leave this to me.”

With that, she thumbed the ignition key. Fire flooded Chess’s body, coursing along what were once her veins. It wasn’t a painful heat, either—it was the warmth of a rich arousal, delight and full-bodied content that came hand in hand from reaching her purpose.

These wonderful feelings were followed, and utterly eclipsed by the sensation of her being put into drive, of pedal lowering and motor revving. Chess was awash in wonderful pleasure, and what had been hands and feet spun eagerly, pushing her heavy frame forwards.

The drive through the parking garage was agonizingly slow. At least it allowed Chess to notice a car to her right, a yellow Porsche with familiar blue streaks running along its paint trim. Its license plate read ‘BORNNFLRDA’, and she had to wonder if that girl felt as wonderful as Chess did.

She decided it didn’t matter. There was something wonderfully isolationistic about being a car. She didn’t need to worry about anyone save for whoever was inside her, didn’t have any responsibilities save total obedience.

Or so she thought. The second they were out of the garage, her auto-drive was toggled, and Chess found herself in full control of her steering and engine. She rumbled curiously, her mechanical heart pounding at the thought of being freed.

“One thing you learn about breaking in horses,” Kara said, stroking a wheel that no longer obeyed her command. “Is that they’re in as much control as you are. I’ve heard it feels incredible to be a car, so I’ll give you occasional control. There’s a race track, just five miles down the highway. Your GPS should be able to find it easily enough. Get us there safely, and I’ll let you drive us until you run empty.”

Chess didn’t need to be told twice. This outweighed any pleasure she’d felt as a human, in every sense of the word. It was physical, mental, and spiritual satisfaction all in one go, and she couldn’t wait to get on the road.