Hot Day

Hot Day.

              Bailey wiped the sweat from her brow as she pushed the push mower.  “Could it be any hotter today?”  She looked up at the blue sky.  “Almost a hundred, humid, and no clouds.  Been like this all-fucking week.  I tried to put off the yard work as long as I could, but. . . ughh.”  She slammed her hands down on the already steaming hot handle.  “What the hell is going on around here!?  Why can’t we get any damn relief from this bleeding sun already!”

              “Do you want some relief from the heat?”  A man in a suit and a top hat stood at the edge of her lawn, staring at her.

              “Who are you?”  She tried to tug at her sweat-soaked t-shirt, but it was glued to her skin.  “I haven’t seen you around here before, and this is a very tight-knit community.  If you are trying to sell some bull crap, you can take it somewhere else, mister.  None of us around here are interested.”  She looked down at her lawn, which wasn’t even a quarter of the way finished.  “Now, if you excuse me, I have work to do.”  Baily wiped the sweat from her brow.  “Before I fall over in exhaustion.”

              “What?  You wouldn’t even want something that could help relieve this god-awful heat?”  Baily arched an eyebrow as she pushed her lawn mower.  “I can see you are suffering, and I just thought that you might want something to help.  It is the middle of summer, one of the hottest days of the year to boot.”

              She snorted and crossed her arms. “And what exactly do you think you could offer me?”  As she looked him over, she noticed something peculiar. For someone wearing a suit and a very large black hat, the man didn’t seem to be dying in the heat. In fact, she didn’t see any sign that the sun was even bothering him—no sweat, no stagger. If anything, the man looked cold as he shivered at one point.

              He took a step onto her lawn.  “It isn’t anything special.  Just a little boost to keep you cool.”  He pulled a little pill out of his pocket.  “You do want to keep nice and cool today, right?”

              Bailey knew that she shouldn’t trust some sideshow salesman, but it was just so hot.  And there was no way to explain how he was not dying of heat right now.  So, she dropped what she was doing and walked over to him.  “How much?”  She held out her sweaty hand.

              “Frist one is always free.”  He dropped it into her hand.  “Don’t worry.”  He turned around.  “I will be back when you decide that you want some more.”  He laughed and walked away.

              Bailey looked down at the pill in her hands.  “Well, that depends on how this thing really works.”  Not wanting to wait, she tossed it into her mouth and swallowed.  It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, swallowing the pill without water, but she did it.  Afterward, she felt an immediate wave of coolness flood her body.  “Ahhhhhh!”  As she turned around, she put her hand on her chest.  “I should change into some new clothes as this takes effect.  Some that are not. . . ruined by sweat.”

              Bailey smiled and made her way for the front door.  Maybe she had found the secret to beating the heat.  Perhaps she had found the one door-to-door salesman she could trust.  If so, she was going to tell all of her neighbors about him.  “I should have gotten his name.”  She put on a fresh T-shirt and jeans.  “But I am sure he will be back.  What kind of salesman wouldn’t come back where profit is involved.”  She laughed to herself.  “Well, time to get back out there.  With how cool my body feels, it will be a cinch to finish these chores.”

              As Bailey walked back outside, she didn’t think anything of the other sensations working their way through her body, like the strange tingles vibrating through her thighs as she walked.  With every step, they seemed to feel more. . . electric?  No, that isn’t the word.  She wasn’t sure she had one, but they sure felt good.  When she finally reached the push mower, she began to rub her legs together.  “Ohhh my.”  Her hand fell onto her ass.  “I didn’t know this came with. . . other benefits.”

              The strange pressure only grew within her as she began to work.  She could feel her boobs bounce, causing some sensations of pleasure as she pushed the mower along.  It was as if that pill had caused her body to come alive.  “I love it!  I love it so much!”  She spun around.  “If it makes me feel this good, I have to have more!”  As soon as she uttered the words, she felt her jeans tighten.  “Ahhhhh!”  Her face turned bright red, and she looked down.  “What in the world?”

              As she pressed down on her hips, she noticed how hard they had become.  “What is this?  Ughh. . .”  She moved as she rubbed her hands along her hips and down to her big curvy ass.  “I don’t think the pill was supposed to do that?”

              Her eyes widened as her boobs almost doubled in size, sending her forward.  “Whoh!”  Bailey landed on the grass with a massive thud, her babies bouncing against one another as she tried to push herself up.  “Why do I feel so fucking heavy?  I didn’t grow that much?”  She moaned.  “Ugh, this sensitivity is getting out of control.”  She rubbed her right breast where it had torn her t-shirt.  “Fucking hell.  My baby feels so good.”

              Bailey took a deep breath and shook her head.  “Okay.  Okay, I need to focus.  I can have fun later.”  She moaned as she pushed herself onto her knees.  “So what if I have grown a little bigger and curvier.  I can get some new clothing, right?  Maybe pull in a hot new guy or gal?”  She giggled.  “Well, I better—”

              A new sensation shot through her, this one different from the others.  Her right hand began to shake, and Bailey stared at it in confusion.  “What?  What is happening now?”  Her blue eyes widened as her hand turned black and expanded.  “Huh?”  Using her other hand to try and figure out just what was happening, she could feel her skin turning to rubber.  “What in the world?”  With wide eyes, she watched her hand become large and spherical, almost like a giant tire.  No, it was a massive tire, hub cap and all.

              “This can’t be real.”  She waves her new tire about in front of her face as her boobs jiggle about.  “I am having a hallucination.  That is, it.  I think that pill is causing me to hallucinate.”  She laughed.  “That is it.”  She put her tire flat on the ground as she looked up at the sky and laughed.  “Okay, I am ready to wake up now.  Hahahahah!”

              “Why are you laughing so much, Bailey?”

              She instantly throws her tire hand behind her back.  “Oh hey, Marry.”

              “Hi.”  She looks at Bailey’s chest.  “So, you finally did it.  You went and got the breast implants.  And something extra, I see.  Frank said you would never do it, but I always knew you wanted to be bigger.”

              Bailey forced herself to her feet, the process more cumbersome than she thought it would be while hiding a giant tire behind her back.  “Well, you know.”  She gulped as she felt an exhaust pipe slide out from between her butt cheeks, ripping through her jeans.  “I just had to do it.  I wanted to look cute and all.  Nice and thick.”

              “Well, you do have those thunder thighs now.  I am sure you will get someone to eat you up.”  Marry sniffed the air.  “Do you smell something?  I think someone left their car running.”

              Bailey gulped as smoke began to puff out of her ass.  “I umm. . . don’t know what you are talking about.”

              “Hmm, maybe it’s my imagination.”  Marry smiled.  “Though I do have to say you do look a little cute.”

              Bailey blushed.  “Thank you.”  A surge of smoke shot out of her exhaust pipe.  “I do try my best.”

              “Is that smell coming from you?  Also, is there smoke coming from behind you?”

              “No.”  Bailey waved with her one good arm.  “NO!”

              Marry grabbed Bailey and spun her around.  “What the hell!”  She pulls Bailey’s tire arm up and rubs the rubber.  “What is happening to you?”

              But as Marry does so, it only causes Bailey to moan, the sensation of someone rubbing her new vehicle parts almost too much for her to bear.  “I. . . god.  Stop.  Her boobs suddenly swelled a few inches.  “You are making it hard for me to not want to transform.  My skin feels so good for some reason.”

              Marry took a step back.  “Who did this to you?”

              “All I remember is I took a pill because it was too hot.”  An image flashed in her mind of her transforming into an ice cream truck.  “And now. . . I am going to help our little suburb.”  Her left hand began to vibrate.  “So we won’t be so hot.  Isn’t that great?  Ohhh.”

              Marry grabbed Bailey by the shoulders and shook her as her left hand morphed into a giant wheel.  “Bailey, you have to talk sense.  I need to know how to help you.”  She watched as Bailey moaned, licking her lips as her hand hardened into a round wheel.  “How to stop you from transforming into some kind of car.”

              “Ice cream truck.  I will help you all cool off.”

              “What do you mean you will help me cool off.  Ahhhh!”  Bailey knocked Marry to the ground with a massive surge in her chest, her boobs ripping through her chest.  “Your fucking breasts are bigger than any watermelon I have seen.”

              “Well, yeah.  How do you think one turns into an ice cream truck?”  She rubbed her hip as she felt the wires growing and snaking inside her ass.  “I have to get big.  Really big.”  Her butt swelled once again, ripping through her jeans as cute little red tail lights formed on her butt.  “Ahhh.”  She looked at her rear end.  “I see the transformation is speeding up.”

              Marry shook her head.  “You shouldn’t be happy about this.”

              “Why not?  I am going to bring HONK!”  She covered her mouth with her tires.  “Opps.  I didn’t mean to do that.”

              “Bailey!”

              “What?  It was just a honk.  I will be doing it much more often soon.”  She giggled as she began to wobble back and forth.  “Whoh.  I don’t think these. . .”  Her shoes tightened.  “Ahhh!”  She fell forward with a massive thud.  “Ouff!”

              “You cracked part of your lawn.  How heavy are you?”

              Bailey looked up at her neighbor.  “At least a ton.  Maybe two at this point?  Like that matters?”  She moaned as her feet morphed into her rear tires.  “There!”  They ripped through her shoes.  “Now that is much better, being able to rest on my wheels.”  She looked up at Marry as her back began to grow and grow, starting to form what would become her roof.  “Who knows.  Maybe you could drive me around the block to help me deliver the ice cream I can feel brewing inside of me.”  She smiled.  “I do need someone to drive me.  Otherwise, it would be weird.”

              “No way.”

              She rolled up to Marry.  “Come on.  I know you don’t want to sweat the day away.”  Bailey suddenly moaned.  “Oh fuck, this is now getting so fucking. . . HONK HONK HONK HONK!”  Her breasts almost doubled in size, engulfing her arms.  Words appeared on the sides of her right breast, which read Bailey’s flavored ice cream service.  Want to cool off on a hot day?  Have a nice summer treat.  You will never sweat again.

              “Marry, it’s too much!  I don’t know if I can take finishing the transformation!”  She began to honk and reeve the engine that replaced her heart.  “Every inch that I swell.  HONK.  It just feels so good.”  Her back end now looked like a rather curvy truck, almost as if she retained some feminine form despite being a giant truck.

              “How do you still have an ass as a vehicle?”

              “Isn’t it wonderful?”  She licked her lips as a sliding glass window formed on her left breast.  “Oh fucking hell!”  The sides of her vehicle frame still retained her wonderful feminine form, her twin babies had not entirely left her body.  All that was left was her hood and everything that came with it.

              Marry grabbed Bailey by the face.  “I need to know what caused this so I can stop this!  Turn you back!”

              “It’s too HONK late.  I will be the HONK HONK HONK.  It was getting harder to talk, her mouth forming into the front bumper of her new form.  “Just take me out HONK and help spread HONK HONK HOOOOONKKKKKKK”

              “But I don’t know if this is right.”

              “I want to share my wonderful ice cream.  Plea. . . HOOOONKKKKK!”  She shook her head.  “HONK.  HOOOOOONK.”  Her voice was entirely gone as her eyes turned into headlights and her head stretched outward.  Her engine revved as she took one last deep breath, her tailpipe pumping.  Finally, a key slid out of her ignition, and her transformation was complete.  Bailey could still feel what was happening, but she needed someone to drive her.  Oh, and how she wished someone would dive her.  The sensations it would bring.

              ***

              Marry looked at her transformed friend and wondered if she should really get inside and try and make ice cream out of her.  “I don’t. . . this feels weird.”

              A strange man suddenly approached her from behind.  “It does, doesn’t it.”

              “Hey, who are you?”

              “Someone who is looking to help your little suburb beat this endless heat.”  He smiled at her as he adjusted his suit.  “And I know a lot about your friend’s condition.  What if I told you that she might turn back if you start selling her ice cream to everyone.”

              “What?  That is absurd.”

              “What do you have to lose?”