Chad sighed contentedly. His nuts seemed to drop farther from his body, as his cock hardened. He felt calm, and very zen.
Rico kept polishing the wax into Chad as his body began to reshape into his new form. Chad's arms and legs had started to partially darken and turn silvery, as they reform into rubber and metal. Chad was oblivious to the changes until, Rico straddled him, and grabbed a nut in each hand and kickstarted his cock. His nuts were now the controls on the motorcycle's handbars, and his dick was the kickstarter. Chad spoke briefly from the radio before Rico changed stations.
"Rico? What the fuck did you do to me?"
"Shut it, Chad, you're my motorcycle now. And I'm going to take you for a test ride." He changed the station to a Mexican station, and drove Chad across the dirt floor of the field house to the exit.