Once Mike has stripped off all his clothes, except for his boxer briefs and socks, deciding that he doesn’t want to stain his new “suit” already, he walks over to the bed on which his new motorcycle suit is lying and picks up the body, grinning, “feels and smells like real and high quality leather,” he says. He then pulls the zipper down, opening the suit, before sitting down on the bed and inserts his right leg into the right pant leg of the suit.
Tyrone screams in his mind for his dad to stop, but he can only watch in horror as his dad slowly starts to put him on, the feeling of someone pulling on HIS body, wearing him like some piece of clothing, which he now is, feels so alien, so weird and so wrong to the 12-year-old, but once his dad is fully dressed in the “jumpsuit” and zipped up the zipper, Tyrone suddenly feels complete, as if he had been missing something.
Mike strokes over the thick leather of the suit, smiling, “damn, this suit feels amazing, it’s so snug and the perfect size,” he then grabs the boots and puts them on, followed by the gloves. The man then picks up the helmet, his son’s head, and grins down at it, “doesn’t it feel good to be finally useful,” he asks, “it must feel amazing to be worn, right?” He then lets out a laugh, “look at me… talking to a motorcycle helmet as if it were a human,” he says, “before I head to the garage, there is one thing I need to do”.
The man walks back into Jeff’s room after fishing out his phone from his discarded pants, carrying the helmet in one hand. Mike steps up to Jeff’s computer, activating the blue tooth on his phone and computer, he soon has transferred the program over to his phone, ‘I’ll have some fun with this app,’ he thinks to himself, making his way to the garage, after shutting down the computer.
Entering the garage, Mike grins when he spots the brand new motorcycle, “it’s beautiful,” he says, walking up to it, he then stops in front of it, kneeling down so his eyes are level with the headlights, Jeff’s eyes. “Hey, Jeff,” Mike says, “I guess you are boiling mad right now. Hehe! You’ve turned out better than I thought, hehe… you defiantly are more useful as a motorcycle than you ever would have been as a human”.
Jeff is currently yelling at his dad, calling him all sorts of names.
Mike smirks, “good thing I took away your ability to talk, or else you’d be yelling non-stop, calling me all sorts of names,” he says, “you should start getting used to your new form, because you’ll be staying like that permanently, oh, don’t you worry: only I remember who you truly are… or rather what you once were. However, as far asthe rest of the world is concerend, including your mom: you have never existed! Hehe! You and your brother Tyrone are nothing more than objects, just like you always should have been, by the way… don’t you think I look great in Tyrone?”
Mike gets to his feet turning around, a wide grin on his face, “yes, Jeff,” he then says once he’s facing the vehicle once again, this suit, including the boots, gloves and helmet, has once been Tyrone, and I must say… he’s super cozy! Hehe… no one will save you two… and I have transferred the program onto my phone! I can’t wait to help out more people, show them what their true purpose is! Hehe… now! Let’s take you for a test drive!”
Jeff is stunned and horrified, his dad has turned into some kind of insane person, he can’t believe, that the man he had looked up to, would have been capable of doing something so horrific to him and his little brother. The former teen then suddenly lets put a loud mental moan when his dad picked up the “key”, jammed them into the ignition and turned the engine on, causing Jeff to have the craziest orgasm he had ever had.
Mike grins, “damn, just listen to that powerful engine chirping,” he chuckles, putting on the helmet, he then revs the engine before driving out of the garage and down the street.