“Turns out buddy, what the club actually needs is a new tractor for the farm”.
“Wait what”?! Exclaimed Adam. This was not part of the deal. Before he could get up in protest, a bright light hit him. When he regained vision, he tried to stand up, but was restricted somehow. He felt like his arms and legs weighed a thousand pounds. His hands and feet both started to turn black and shimmery. They soon started to grow and form into the large tires on the tractor.
“Clay, when I agreed to do this, I thought I was going to be a living breathing animal that could make decisions”.
“Well sorry buddy, you agreed, and we needed a tractor”, said Clay, “and don’t worry, I programmed the computer to make you self aware”.
Everything started getting crazy for Adam. His arms and legs started to turn into the transmission, his body started to look like a farm tractor, and all his internal organs started to turn into the internal mechanisms of the tractor. He tried to say his last words, but his mouth started to expand into the grill, while his eyes turned into the headlights. His ass, now surrounded by mechanical parts, turned into the seat. All the girls crowded around, squeezing his ass untill it was no longer his, and belonged to the 4H Club. His large dick, from the arousal of getting felt up by farm girls, came one last time. Soon, the last remaining part of him shifted up into the gear lever of the tractor. His human face was still visible in the grill of the new tractor. Fear was the thing that Clay saw on his best friend, who was quickly disappearing.
“Don’t worry buddy, we’ll take good care of you”.
Despite feeling terrified, Clays voice was oddly soothing. Soon after that, his face melted into the grill, as a metal label that said “ADAM TRACTOR” with a logo of his face wearing a straw hat and smiling. He was now a tractor. Clay, saw his friend and felt proud. He soon stripped naked and...