Jeff thought for a bit on what he’d want to transform into. Ideas sped through his head like race cars, their engines roaring over each other as they clouded his mind with exhaust.
Then, outside, Jeff heard the sound of a car being unlocked. He leaned back in his chair to look out his window, and saw his neighbor, Liz, and her mom stepping out of their house. Jeff’s face lit up a bright red when he saw her, as he had had a crush on Liz since he was 6 and she was 11, and since then, she’d only grown more and more attractive: she’d grown to be a little over 6 feet tall, her college months in Miami had given her a light tan, her chest had grown to C(bordering on D)-Cups, her hips had widened a bit past her shoulders, her ass had swelled to fill and stretch every pair of pants she wore, and the workout regiment she’d set up for herself a few months ago had really paid off, her shirt clinging to her small, yet nonetheless present, abs. Jeff could only thank the school board for the creation of Spring Break.
Liz and her mom wore bright long sleeve nylon shirts with black yoga pants, Liz carrying two rolled up mats under her arm. With every step she took, a vibration was sent up her leg. Her calves were the first to be hit, the sudden stop forcing the muscle down in a shockwave, though it barely moved at all. Her thighs came next, the fat acting like water as the unimpeded shockwave sent a ripple charging up her leg. The wave would them finally move onto her ass, though it might not have seemed like it. As her thigh wave splashed onto her mountainside, it first looked like it had simply absorbed the movement, until a dimple would appear where the center had hit. The rest of the cheek would looked like someone had thrown a pebble into a pool of ink, the ripples reaching out until they either ran out of fat, or fell between the cheeks; an all-consuming cleft swaying back and forth in time to her steps, dragging the black fabric along for the ride. Underneath, Jeff was just able to make out her horizontally lined blue and white panties, straining to contain her. Her blue shirt did little to hide the pink sports bra underneath, and by the looks of it, the sports bra wasn’t doing its job well either. While the primary waves were swallowed by her ass, a secondary wave continued further upward. It travelled over her stomach and would smash into a breast. As one would rise, the other would fall straight into the path of another wave. Altogether, Liz reminded Jeff of a clock; all the pieces working together to a steady and precise beat.
The idea was a semi truck, blasting all the other racers off the road. “Of course!” he thought to himself, “I'll transform myself into...