Rico stopped, and took off his helmet, as the squad car came to a stop. The officer got out with his hand on his gun. Rico knew better than to try running. He turned off Chad's engine.
"Yes, officer?"
"License and registration, and where are your plates?"
Rico explained, as he pulled a pink slip out of his inside jacket pocket that he had just acquired his new bike, and was taking it home. He planned to register it at the DMV tomorrow.
"You should've transferred it at the time of sale. Where are the old plates?"
"Oh, the seller said that they hadn't arrived yet. He got the bike, and then had an accident and couldn't ride it, so that's why he sold it," Rico lied. This was not going well. The officer was talking about impounding Chad.
"Mind if I have some candy? It calms me a bit," he said reaching into his pocket, and pulling out a bag. He pulled out a blue wrapped candy, and then asked, "Oh, I'm forgetting my manners. Officer, would you like a piece? They're non-alcoholic, but their flavored like drinks. This one is a sidecar." He offered the candy to the policeman.
He took it, and looked at it, as Rico took out another candy from the bag to eat. The officer was suspicious.
"Not a fan of Sidecars," he said handing the candy back. He asked Rico what was the flavor of the orange candy in his hand.
Rico said, "Bourbon, I think?"
The officer took the orange wrapped candy. Rico unwrapped the blue candy, and appeared to put it in his mouth. The officer unwrapped his candy, and put the wrapper in his pocket, and then put the orange treat in his mouth.
"Supposed to taste like Bourbon?" he asked. He already looked a bit flushed. Rico grinned, and grinned.
The officer's hand was bright orange.
"What did you do?" the officer said in a screeching voice that sounded a bit like metal wheels grinding against each other.
"Oh, that was the sidecar," Rico said, "Good thing I didn't use all the wax on Chad when I turned him into my motorcycle."
He reached over and began to unbutton the officer's uniform.
"Don't want your uniform ripped to shreds, do we? I may be able to use it later. Chad's probably wondering why you're changing so fast, compared to him. Well, I'll tell you, Chad. He turned the motorcycle radio back and tuned in Chad's voice. "You see, Chad, -uh," he paused as he read the officer's name plate on the shirt in his hands, "Officer Jackson here will just have only one wheel, not engine, or other moving parts. So he can transform faster, and the blue candy I gave you had to change your organs, blood vessels, bones, and sinews into specific motorcycle parts. Oh, and I may have included a delaying agent in the candy I gave you. The other candies work pretty immediately." He turned his attention to orange Jackson whose chest was swelling outward, and his eyes glazed over. "Ooh, better finish getting you undressed, so I can get you hitched up to my motorcycle, Jackson."
In a few moments, the orange blob of a man was naked, but his physical human features were smoothing over. His cock and balls were only a bulge like a mannequin. Rico watched grinning, as his legs fused to become a wheel on one side of his body, while his arms stretched out toward Chad to hitch up to Rico's motorcycle.
"Yes!" said Rico rubbing his hands together. Jackson was making it easier than he expected.