"Well I'm gonna go upstairs and take a shower." Barbra announced as she finished putting away the rest of the items they picked up while shopping, "You relax and think if you wanna come with. If the girls come over before I come down, tell them I said hi."
"I will, thanks." Cleo shouted at her mother's retreating figure. It was good to have her gone, at least for now. Her friends, Dakota especially, would consistently stare at her mom's body; either out of envy or lust. Oh the few guys she had over would just completely lose it over her biker mom but it was kinda hard to study with Dakota when she was semi drooling. Cleo couldn't blame her too much, her mom was kinda hot but those genes seemed to pass her over.
"Least I can zip up my jacket without an issue." the daughter muttered to herself as she made herself comfy on the couch, turning the helmet over in her hands. It seemed like a normal helmet save for the weird panel at the back bottom of it. How'd she not notice that before? She flicked the settings a bit from whatever it was assigned to and back again hoping to see a change. But nothing. Maybe it was one of those AC helmets she heard about.
"Well...., I suppose the first thing to do is see if this fits me." Cleo said as she started to pull the helmet onto her head. It was cheap but it wouldn't do to buy a helmet that didn't fit. And the panel wasn't making it spark or spray gas or anything. Maybe it was just an art project or science fair left over.
As Cleo puts the helmet on, she noticed a jolt that rocked her body. A body that began to change, in response to the helmet's settings and power. It was set pretty basic, with the previous owner having a thing for milfs and big curvy ones too. But with Cleo messing with the settings a bit along with the helmet taking cues from Cleo's base form, the change was a little tweaked from the vanilla settings.
-Settings-
Physical : DD Cups, Bubble Butt, Fit. Age 30
Mental: Increased Libido, Increased Technical/Mechanical Knowledge,
Awareness: On
Ethnicity: Base Form
Personality: Dominate, Mischievous, Loving, Biker
Sexuality: Lesbian
Cleo's chest ballooned, her shirt ripping and her jacket straining against the firm flesh before the zipper went flying. Her new ass bloated along with her thighs, her pants splitting down the side into tatters before she was just in denim shorts. Another jolt sent a wave of muscles coursing through her body. Not enough to look like a body builder or athlete but the body of a seasoned living on the edge biker. Her body finished by aging her up to her 30s, putting her in the ballpark of her mother, and processing all the new info in her mind. How she dropped out of college on a weekend trip with a biker friend. The passionate week they had after finding a motel and how much fun it was to go from bike shop to bike shop meeting people and new leather clad sluts. Picking up mechanical knowledge on the way across the country. Of crashing with new friends, old flames, and working at local shops.
Cleo feel to the floor, processing it all while gasping for breath. She couldn't believe it as she tore the helmet off her head. It should be a dream.. or a nightmare or.... anything really but here she was with a new bod, one that could easily rival her mother's or surpass her and all the knowledge to use it and her bike. The helmet had done all this to her and...., well why stop there. Once the jolt and shock was done Clef felt... good. REAL Goooooood~.
Her hands felt up her new sweater puppies, coo'ing as she took in the new weight and feel of them. Cleo never really thought about it but now she kinda understood WHY some people liked big boobs. And the ass..., she gave it a light smack to test it which felt pleasently nice and gave her bottom a small ripple through the shorts.
"MMMMM, I do think I can work with this..." Cleo moaned out.
"Cleo!!! Is that you?!? Are you alright?" Came a voice from upstairs. Barbra must have heard her and was worried.
"I'm...cough, FINE" Cleo called back, trying to sound like her old self for just a second, "I just... dropped the helmet on my foot."
"Oh... You want me to take a look at it?" Barbra asked, sounding a bit worried, "The helmet and your foot, that is."
Was the woman upstairs her mother?... Yes she was. The memory started to come back to her; Barbra had a fling in high-school thus Cleo was born early and out of wedlock. She spent time with friends, usually other bikers while raising her Daughter and thus had been the influence on Cleo. She wanted to be like her free living mom, not some pencil pusher trapped in a box. Her mom was strong and willfull, independent and.... really really hot...., maybe she could be hotter though..
"I um... just... gimme a minute!" Cleo finally replied. Twin burning desires were building up in her..., one to give into her lusts and one to share the helmet with someone else. Just for a bit... that is. She knew what the helmet would or COULD do now that she put it on... she could probably fix everything.... but did she want to right now?
If she didn't...., well her mom WAS upstairs.... and the helmet was in her hands.... or maybe should could wait for her friends to come over...
WELL They weren't friends friends now, but Scarlett and Dakota her former life friends were now students she'd been teaching how to ride and repair bikes. Scarlett was just a neighbor that had bikers in the family while Dakota...., Cleo had caught the girl staring at her ass anytime she bent over and noticed the hard blush she had anytime Barbra was around...
Cleo was revved up and ready to roll...., it was just a matter of if she could resist the lure or who'd she go for?