Driven to change

(originally Posted by YearEnds)

Carla looked up as the tall woman swept into the repair shop.

"Hello, welcome to Ed's Auto Shop, how can we help you today?"

"My car's got a broken headlight," the strange woman said. Carla could feel herself getting wet at the sound of the woman's voice--well, wetter. She had been turned on from the moment the woman had walked through the door.

"Oh, that's an easy fix--"

"Oh, and while you're at it, it's somewhat old and really does need a thorough check-up."

"How old is it, ma'am?" Carla had to work to keep her arousal out of her voice.

"About 30 years."

Carla bent to look at her computer screen, inputting the relevant data. "Make and model?"

There was no reply. Carla looked up--

Carla stood up to her full height. If she were in flats, she'd be seven and a half feet, but she always wore six-inch heels.

A young woman walked into the store and was, like most first-time customers, immediately staggered by the sight of the receptionist. Carla was not only tall, but sported mouthwateringly large tits and wore a skintight outfit that went from her ankles to her neck, though to look at her she was only covering her nipples and genitalia--the rest of it was transparent, while the coverings were a fierce red.

"Hello, welcome to Ed's Auto Shop, how can we help you today?"

As with most of their customers, it was obvious that the young woman was getting aroused at the sound of Carla's voice.

"Um, well, um, my car's alternator is broken and, um, can you repair it?"

"Certainly. What other details can you provide me with about your car?"

The woman rattled off the pertinent information and Carla was about to quote an estimated price and repair time when a rough male voice shouted from the shop area. "Hey, Carla, could you give us a hand?"

"Just a second," the receptionist told the customer. Carla turned around and wiggled her massive ass as she walked into the back.

"Yeah, Bob, what is it this time? Accidentally fuse a few gears again?" Bob turned red at being reminded of that mistake.

"Nah, I just need more room to move around than the winch will give me."

"I've got a customer..."

"Don't worry, it won't take long. I know what I need to do."

Carla squatted and grasped the car with one hand just under its front fender. She stood up easily, holding the car level and rock-steady a few inches above Bob's head. Bob made a few adjustments to something in the middle of the car and stepped out from underneath, allowing Carla to lower the vehicle steadily to the ground.

"Thanks." Carla grimaced. Although Bob managed to cut himself off before calling her "babe" or "cutie" or anything like that, it was obvious that he had to consciously do it.

Carla sashayed back to the front desk. The guys in the shop knew not to look.

After her shift (which came with its usual two or three requests to complain to the manager about her attire) Carla walked back through the shop area to a special garage that had been set aside for her. Brushing her hand near an electrical outlet, a spark passed into her. She smiled. She loved this part.

Lying on her stomach--as best she could, anyway--her tits in front of her and her head poking up over them, Carla began to change.

She stretched and grew. Her outfit seemed to change, and her forearms and knees took on a rubbery appearance. Her back shot up, while her feet and breasts seemed to change into glass. After only a few seconds, where Carla had lain, a car sat.

Ed walked into the garage. "Hey, Carla."

"Hey, Ed," said Carla, using her speakers.

"So, I've got this trailer that needs hauling."

"No problem." Carla extended a latch from underneath herself at the back. "Just hook it up."

"It's ten thousand tons. You sure you can handle it?"

"Only ten thousand? Please. Here, I'll make it easy for you." Carla backed up, knowing exactly where the trailer was. Ed secured the two.

"You sure you'll be OK with that?"

"I'm sure, Ed. Stop worrying." With that, the garage door opened and Carla easily moved out.

The streets were empty at that time of night and Carla felt no strain as she pulled the trailer behind her, going twice the speed limit.

Carla loved being a car. She was long, like a stretch limo, but she was also a hatchback. Her headlights could be extremely bright if she wanted, and her top speed was at least five times what she was doing at that moment. She wasn't sure how much she could haul, but she knew ten thousand was nothing.

Those were, of course, reflected in her human form, and although she couldn't take advantage of it right then, she had an amazingly small turning radius for a car of her length, and was also amazingly dexterous for a human of her height and strength.

Reaching her destination, she groaned as she manifested her human body in her driver's seat. It was easy enough for her to be car and human at the same time, but she had never particularly liked the sensation, ever since she learned she could be a car, anyway.

As she pulled up, a man came out of the building.

"Hey, Carla. Another delivery from Ed?"

"Hey yourself, Bill. Yeah. Need any help hauling it in?"

They'd played this game before. Bill unlatched the trailer and tried to budge it. "Just... a little... more..."

Carla walked around, grabbed the trailer and began pulling it easily into the lot. "Just don't ask for help unloading. I've got places to be."

As soon as she was half a block away, Carla became fully car again.

Turning down an empty arterial, she opened up.

Three blocks later she heard an unfamiliar sound. Sirens.

Sighing silently, she pulled over and manifested herself. Rolling down her window, she saw the police officer walking toward her.

At least, she thought it was a police officer, but surely no police officer was built even bigger than she was, or wore nothing other than a brimmed cap, a tied-off blue shirt, a miniskirt and foot-high heels.

The woman bent at the waist to bring herself level with Carla's window. Carla's mouth began to water slightly at the sight of the woman's prodigious cleavage up close.

"Licence and registration?"

As Carla turned to her glovebox, she felt something pass through her. As she pulled out the registration, she felt her hand collide with what could only have been a massive tit.

--

I sat in Carla's passenger seat, smiling as her hand collided with my nipple. I had ditched the clothes, of course. Carla looked at me.

"Who are you?"

"I'm why you're the woman you are today."

"Huh?"

So I sighed and explained the whole "omnipotent Goddess" thing to her.

"So in reality, I've only been able to turn into a car since a few hours ago, and not since I turned eighteen?"

"Nope, in reality you've been able to turn into a car since you turned eighteen. What happened a few hours ago is that I changed reality to make that so."

"So, what else can you do?"

"Hello? Omnipotent Goddess? Anything! How'd you like to be a sex car?"

"A sex car? I've heard of those. Very exclusive, though."

"Sure, but I can do anything. Just try extending the vibrators."

Carla obliged and I felt a big, fifteen-inch rod bury itself in my cunt. The woman moaned as I flexed my pussy muscles to compress the toy perfectly.

"Now," I said, perfectly composed even as Carla pumped the vibrator in and out of me at **** speed, "I wonder if you could do with any other changes..." I didn't react at all as a foot-long vibrator penetrated my ass, and instead began kneading it as I was doing to the other.

"I know!" I exclaimed. "First, I'll make you comfortable with being both human and car."

Carla's expression changed, discomfort vanishing and only the pleasure of what I was doing to her remaining.

"Second, nobody will care that you can become a car. They'll all think it's cool."

"So they won't think I'm a freak?"

"Of course not! I don't want them to, so they won't. Tell anyone you like.

"And third, since you seem to like your vibrators so much..."

Carla gasped as a three-foot dick grew straight out of her crotch. She bent her head and took the tip into her mouth, so I decided to grow it by another six inches. Her cheeks bulged.

"Oh, don't worry, it'll go down to four inches soft. And I've got to apologize for making you sterile. I don't want a bunch of kids who can turn themselves into cars running--or driving--about."

Carla just shrugged, clearly blissed out from the blowjob she was giving herself.

"Now," I said from the king-sized bed I'd created in Carla's central section, "Are you just going to keep sucking or shall we put that thing to good use?"