Soon they were driving steadily along an empty country highway leading away from the auction house. Jeff found himself dozing off as he watched the acres of unripe corn in the fields on either side sway gently in the breeze. As the sun set over the western horizon, and the first stars appeared in the east, the rhythmic beat of the truck's engine lulled him into a daze.
A screaming police siren woke up Jeff with a start. A battered police car had overtaken the truck, and its one passenger was gesturing to Stephen to pull over. Both vehicles now stopped, the two disguised illusionists got out of the truck and walked over to meet the two waiting police officers. Jeff waited to see what would happen.
Clearly an experienced old sergeant was being driven by a rookie young officer. The older policeman stood bolt upright, the setting sun casting shadows over his gnarled face and moderate beer belly. In contrast, the tall and slender young man looked to be embarrassed by the whole episode.
"This your truck?" asked the older man bluntly.
"Of course it is," answered Stephan, his new accent matching his hillbilly appearance perfectly. "Jus' come back from the auction up at Dobwall's."
"Who's that in the truck?" responded the older officer. "We've had reports of seven lads go missin' last night in Lannack Bay, and he matches up the appearance of one of 'em. Mind asking him to step outside?"
Jeff felt uneasy as Madame Illusia, still in an elderly masculine state, stared intently at the tall young man. He shifted uncomfortably.
"No sir," replied Stephan, "folks here don't usual get no chance to get down to Lannack Bay in a year. Too much work for us to do up in the fields for us to be spending time with those city ones at the seaside. Don't you think you should be getting back down there now instead of bothering us up here?"
The sharp eyes of the older police officer had glazed over now as Stephan stared at him directly. Meanwhile the younger man's face was beginning to look fearful.
"An' you'll need a faster way of getting back down there than that ol' police wagon," added Stephan, gesturing at the decrepit old vehicle the pair had arrived in. "How about getting this young fella here to take you there in style?"
The older man now stared blankly straight ahead and his body did not move a muscle. Immediately, Madame Illusia made a complicated gesture with her hands towards the younger officer. In response, Jeff leapt out of the truck and made over towards the pair. But a swift action by Stephan petrified his body by the roadside. Jeff could only watch in horror as the young policeman's uniform disintegrated into dust around his body.
Wide eyed and open mouthed, the young man collapsed onto his stomach. After a few moments, his feet lifted up, then his legs, until his body was lying prone with his ass in the air. Swinging between his legs, the policeman's dick thickened and lengthened as it became erect. The rigid pole seemed to be sucked back into his body, only to re-emerge at the base of his back. The newly positioned dick then became wider and rounder, before the pink flesh darkened to shiny chrome and the whole organ hollowed out to leave a hole in the centre.
Further down his body, his legs and feet fused, lengthened and curled round until the tips of his toes were touching his merged thighs. The whole lower body became black and rubbery, forming a chunky black tyre, which became more rigid as metal spokes grew out and met at the centre. Once finished, similar changes happened to his hands and arms, leaving his human head and torso attached to a front and a back wheel.
The young man's face twisted and yelled as he remained conscious throughout the painful transformation from man to machine. Just above his penis-turned-exhaust pipe, his butt re-shaped into a black saddle, the skin turning into soft black leather as he screamed out.
Stephan disappeared round the back of the truck and returned with a can of oil. He took the spout and poured a good quart of it down the rookie officer's throat. The face twisted and pulled itself into a square shape as the man's brain and nervous system was replaced by an internal combustion engine. His ears darkened and expanded hugely from the sides of his head, leaving the machine with a pair of handlebars.
As the final traces of the young man's humanity disappeared into the new motorbike, Madame Illusia's gaze shifted to the older sergeant. Just like his young colleague, his uniform disintegrated into a pile of dust on the ground, revealing a podgy middle-aged body covered in white and grey hair.
Slowly, the hair on his chest and arms darkened to brown and the bald patch on his head was covered by hair of the same colour. The beer belly disappeared as the old man's body became tighter. The legs became longer and leaner, supported by leaner feet, as the man youthened. Before long, Jeff realised, he was staring at the naked body of one of his 15-year old mates who had come with him to the fair; one of the mates who had been sold off earlier that day as a prize stud jackass.
A quick wave from the Madame and the new teenager was clothed in the trendiest way. His body could move again.
"Say fella," the new teenager called out, in the exact accent of his mate's voice Jeff noticed. "I'm kinda lost. Can you show me the way back down to Lannack Bay?"
"Yeah, certainly," replied Stephan, pointing back from where they had travelled. "It's up there."
"Gee thanks," waved off the teenager, as he got on to his motorbike and prepared to ride off. "Hey, don't mind if I ask, but d'you know what that old police wagon is doing parked out here?"
"Not sure, sonny, that's what we stopped to find out," replied Stephan. The two police officers, now boy and motorbike, revved up and sped away in a cloud of dust.
Madame Illusia decided to shrink the police car down to model size and put it in the truck.