Shawn woke up from a dream that gave him an idea. He carefully freed himself from Trent and separated the inflatable mattress from himself before going to his garage. Completely naked he laid down on top of his motorcycle. He pressed his thighs against the sides of the seat while his chest was lying on the tank, just inches away from the instruments. The cold metal felt good against his skin and finally he gave the mental command to the ring.
It started with his skin becoming sticky where ever it touched the bike. Gradually it was dissolving and seeping into the motorbike as if he was falling into it. The bike itself gradually lost its definition as Shawn merged into it. Then after a few minutes it regained form.
At first glance, you might have mistaken it for a custom motorcycle. It had its wheels, a seat, an engine, as well as the cockpit. Looking closer it was clear that something was different. The front wheel was held by something that looked like a shiny chrome gloved hand, extending to an arm which connects to a shoulder. The cockpit still had its instruments and lights, but has gained a somewhat more anthropomorphic shape with 2 eyes formed by its headlights over a pointy muzzle just below them. The legs were similar, they seemed to have boots holding the hind wheel in place, clicking into a groove near the heels. A loud bang was heard as Shawn fell over. Only having his weight on 2 wheels, he couldn't hold the balance while standing still. It didn't hurt, however it felt unpleasantly. Without thinking, Shawn disconnected from the wheels and stood up. Both wheels where mounted on axles which he could hold onto with his hands and feet. "Wow", he said to himself and went to the bathroom where he had a full sized mirror to look at himself.
As it was still dark, he turned on his headlights, lighting him the way though his house. It took a while before he realized, "Hey, I didn't have a flashlight before". In front of the mirror he could finally see himself in full. He saw that he was something that could be best described as a robot. He was completely covered in metal, plastics and leather, but fully articulate. Looking at his back he saw a black leather seat surrounded by red and white ornaments. Below it it extended into a red tail, with a white tuft, or at least a rough approximation of it you would make on a motorcycle by painting it. On the back of his head he found not only the controls, but also handlebars as well as a set of mirrors. His belly was now bulging out some more, housing the engine, with the pipes going to the exhaust clearly visible.
Reaching down to his crotch he felt a circular part. Touching it felt very good. He tried to turn on his engine and sure enough it started with a short roar and a purr, sending vibrations throughout his body. This turned him on and he could feel that circular part extending, over the course of a few seconds it telescopically extended into a rot. Rubbing it only increased this feeling and the excitement grew and grew.