Need a Ride

"We need to get to prom," John said. His hand squeezing Morgana's ass, through the fabric that was once his sister.

"Oh, yes," Morgana said, "We will need a carriage or transportation of some kind."

"You aren't... going to transform more people are you?"

"If I must, I must. They will be fine."

John sighed, but there was not much he could do to hold back the Goddess he had unleashed. They left just as a car pooled into the driveway. John's parents had arrived and Morgana knew that they were just as priceless as Jessica.

John's Dad was an older gentleman in a polo and jeans. He was classically handsome. Whereas John's Mom was only a bit younger with brunette hair and wearing mom jeans and a button up purple blouse.

"Oh John! You've got a date for prom," his Mom said. "How wonderful!"

"I guess you win," his Dad said, "He's not gay."

Morgana lifted a hand a shot a bolt of energy at his Mom. The woman's skin began to darken becoming a shiny black metal. She began to stagger and moved into a position next to their car. She got on all fours her metal hands and feet forming into wheels.

"What is happening to me!?" She cried out. But by then she was already expanding out. In a few seconds her eyes formed into headlights and her mouth into a metal grill. Her body formed the chassis of the car. The transformation left no evidence of the woman before, only a small limo.

"What have you done to my wife!?!" John's dad screamed as he ran to Morgana, "Change her back!"

Morgana dismissed him, "We do still need a driver." She fired a magic bolt into his Dad's chest.

His hair began to change to a crimson red and grew down to his shoulders. His clothes shifted into a black color, forming into a black suit and white blouse. His face became more soft and feminine. His form became more petite and two breasts formed where his chest was. In a second there was no longer John's father but a sexy female driver ready to take Morgana and John to prom.

"Please, master and mistress," The driver said sweetly, "We should make our way to the prom."

John stood in stunned silence as Morgana pulled him into the limo. He had just witnessed his entire family being transformed. And he had no power to stop it.

The driver didn't have any name, she was simply the driver. It gave her immense pleasure to allow the couple into her car. She knew her job, she was never meant to ask questions or deviate from her orders. Mistress would be transported to the prom and have her privacy with the master.

John's mother was getting used to being a limo. She no longer had any ability to make decisions. She relied on the driver to give her orders, which she felt ecstasy to fulfill. Her clit had been transformed into the gas pedal. Every time the driver's heels pressed against it she felt herself begin to climax as though she was having the best sex in the world.

It took 30 minutes for the limo to reach where the prom was being held. And unbeknownst to John or the driver, the car had orgasms a total of fifty times.