The nurse typed on a keyboard for a moment, then said "OK, in a moment the computer will program the batch of nanites that will be used to perform the transformation. It will take about two weeks to complete, so once we've injected you and checked everything is working you can go home until you're physically transformed. The mental changes will be done here when your new body is finished." The computer beeped, and she turned around and walked over to the other side of the room, where the top of another machine slid open with a hiss.
Reaching inside she removed an odd looking injector gun, and came back to Jon, who was wondering what he'd gotten himself into. Calming himself slightly with the thought that he could end this at any time merely by wanting it to stop, he wordlessly held out his arm. She smiled sympathetically at him, and pressed the end of the injector to his forearm, pulling the trigger when it was correctly situated. There was a sharp pop accompanied by a brief stinging, and she said "That's it."
He looked down at the small red spot on his arm and marvelled that such a tiny thing would perform such large changes. Suddenly feeling dizzy, he lay down on the examination couch he'd been sitting on. "OOh, god, I feel weird" he mumbled.
"Don't worry, that's just the nanites replicating through your body. It'll clear up in ten minutes or so, and you'll feel fine." the nurse reassured him, patting him on the shoulder with one hand.
Sure enough, very soon the feelings of disorientation dwindled, and shortly he was sitting up again. The nurse checked his blood pressure, heart rate, and so on, then nodded in satisfaction. "OK, everything looks fine. You can go home now, and in a couple of weeks or so we'll arrange for the next stage." She handed him a couple of large bags of what looked like cereal bars, aside from being an odd grey color and being much heavier than he expected. "These are nutritional supplement bars containing all the elements your transformation will require, such as aluminum, iron, etc. The nanites will need the material to build the inorganic parts of your new body. We'll arrange to send more over to your house when you've used these"
Jon took the bags, amazed that he was going to have to eat a lot of metal. Leaving the hospital, he found his mother waiting for him. They went home, and he went up to his room, not feeling like he wanted to talk to anyone at the moment. Shortly he began to feel very hungry, and with a shrug tried one of the metallised supplements. Surprisingly, it tasted quite good, and he quickly ate half a dozen before the hunger stopped.
It was by now early evening, and he was feeling very tired all of a sudden. Yawning, he called goodnight to his family, then undressed and got into bed. He fell asleep almost instantly.
The next morning he woke slowly, and lay staring at the ceiling. Going over the events of the last couple of days, he wondered when the first transformations would start. He had his answer as soon as he sat up in bed, and the huge firm breasts he'd grown overnight swung and bounced on his chest from the motion.
Staring down at his body in disbelief, he slowly reached up and cupped the enormous mounds, feeling the weight in his hands. They were at least as big as Karen's stone-derived ones, with huge protruberant nipples that were standing rigidly erect. Touching one sent a wave of pleasure through him, they were amazingly sensitive.
After a few minutes spent playing with his new acquisitions, pushing them together and squeezing them, he got out of bed and walked to the closet, feeling his breasts move with every step. He pulled on a tshirt, which was a struggle to get over his inflated chest, and a pair of jeans. Walking downstairs he watched his breasts bounce vigorously and shook his head in amazement.
When he walked into the kitchen his mother took one look at him and said "Jon, you're going to have to wear a bra, I'm afraid. Those are too big to be unsupported." She looked sympathetic as he winced, but was insistent. After breakfast, she took him to the mall and helped him get measured for size. It turned out he needed a 44E bra, which looked huge in the saleswoman's hands. Trying it on was embarrassing, but it certainly helped to control the flopping masses on his chest.
He had missed the morning, but at lunch he went back to school. The wish had made it so he was given time off for the transformation punishment treatment, but he was still expected to go to school afterwards, oddly enough. He wondered what would happen when he had finished changing.
At school he was stared at quite a bit, but slightly strangely no-one really made fun of him. Karyn soon spotted him, and came over with an odd expression on her face. "How are you doing?", she asked, looking at his breasts that were even larger than hers with curiosity.
"OK, I guess", he replied.
"So, what are you going to be changed into?" She was honestly curious, and sympathetic. Not being privy to the wish, she thought the punishment was normal. He explained, and she looked shocked. "A CHAIR! You're going to be a piece of furniture? For god's sake, that's crazy." He shrugged.
"What can I do? I hope when I'm changed you'll help me move around." She looked startled, but nodded.
The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully, although by the end of school his hair had turned blonde and was growing fast. He also realised that his jeans weren't fitting very well on the walk home, and thought his waist was getting narrower. Getting used to the way his breasts moved and shook every time he moved had distracted him much of the day as well.
At home he ate his supper, then a lot more of the supplement bars. He'd taken a dozen to school and had eaten them all, although Karyn had tried one and pronounced it to taste awful. Apparently his sense of taste had changed very rapidly following the injection of nanites. Undressing for bed, he looked at his reflection in the mirror on his closet door. His waist was definitely narrowing quite a lot by now, and oddly his thighs seemed to be changing color, slowly taking on a bright blue tinge. He shrugged, and got into bed.
The next morning he woke up feeling strange, and realised he was lying on his side. He never normally slept like that, and tried to roll over onto his back. It didn't work, and there was an odd pressure at the base of his spine. Trying to sit up also met with problems, and he eventually sort of slid out of bed sideways and stood up. Walking over to the mirror and turning sideways to it, he stared for a long moment.
His breasts stood out proudly, but what was catching his attention was the eighteen inch long metallic tail he seemed to have developed overnight. It was growing out of the end of his spine, obviously an extension of it, and stuck straight down in line with his torso, reaching to below his knees. The thing was tubular, and perhaps an inch in diameter. He reached back and grabbed it. The metal was warm and hard in his hand, and he could feel his hand with it amazingly enough.
Pulling and pushing on it didn't make it move, although he could feel the end of his spine was firmly attached to it. Feeling where it came out of his body, he discovered the skin turned into metal over a short distance, feeling very integrated, not like it was pushed through the flesh. It really was part of his body.
His body had turned royal blue from the hips to the knees, and felt odd, almost a clothlike texture. His hair was down over his shoulders by now, and his waist was much narrower than the night before. He got dressed with some difficulty, eventually having to call his mother to help cut a hole in his underwear and jeans for his tail. He also had to put on a belt and do it up as much as possible to get the jeans to stay up, as his waist was at least 8 inches narrower than before.
Sitting down at the table was a problem. The metal tail stuck rigidly down in line with his torso, which meant that a normal chair was impossible. In the end his sister Zoe had a brainwave, and disappeared into the garage for a moment, coming back with the base of their patio umbrella, which was a cross-shaped metal mechanism about two feet across, with a fitting in the middle that took the shaft of the umbrella with a thumbscrew clamp to fix it in place. She made him bend over with his tail sticking out behind him, and carefully fitted the fitting over the end of his tail. It was a little too big, but she was able to do up the clamp until it held on firmly.
"OK, now try sitting down", she said, letting go of the base. The weight of the thing combined with the leverage was unexpected, and Jon toppled backwards with a grunt, only to end up perched on his tail in a seated position. The umbrella base held him upright easily, and aside from a slight tendency to sway from side to side a little, he was able to sit at the table and eat his breakfast. Afterwards, she helped him remove the base so he could stand up.
Getting to school was problematic. He was unable to sit in any of the seats, and ended up having to stand the whole way. He had taken the umbrella base with him, and at school showed it and his tail to Karyn and explained. She helped him attach and remove it before and after each class, and he was able to sit.
After school, he was waiting for Karyn, who had gone to collect a book from her locker, when suddenly without warning something was pulled over his head obscuring his vision. Yelping in surprise he struck out with his hands and was rewarded with a punch to the gut that made his head swim. Someone, or several someones by the feel of it, grabbed his arms and legs and swept him off his feet, carrying him roughly and rapidly away. "What the fuck?" he yelled, and was punched again, knocking the wind out of him this time. Gasping for breath he was carried for a minute or so, then was dumped on the ground hard. His arms and legs were pulled out to the sizes as he struggled and shouted. He could hear low voices and muttered laughter, and had a good idea of at least two of the perpetrators, Jack Andrews and Harry Wilson, two complete assholes who ofter pulled pretty nasty tricks on people but never seemed to get punished enough to make them stop.
Someone grabbed his breasts and squeezed them a few times, hard, and he yelled in pain. More laughter, louder this time, and someone said "OK, lift him up and bring him over here. I'm ready." Jon didn't like the sound of that, and struggled harder. It was no use, there were at least three people holding him and he'd lost strength as the transformation progressed. He was forcibly bent over so his tail stuck out, and squirmed as something cold and wet was smeared onto it. Then he was lifted in a sitting position and something was shoved over his tail, covering it nearly all the way to where it came out of his spine. It clamped down painfully at the top and he heard the sound of tools clinking on metal. After a moment, the same voice said with a note of perverse glee, "Right, it's done up as hard as I can do it. Drop him." He was unceremoniously dumped on his side, landing with a grunt. Hands squeezed his breasts again, his t-shirt and bra were forcibly removed, then he heard the sound of several sets of footsteps receding into the distance.
After a minute or two he recovered enough strength to reach up and pull whatever was covering his head off. It turned out to be a bag from the school laundry. Looking around he saw he was in the small patch of woodland behind the school gymnasium, lying on his side near a tree. Trying to roll over and push himself to his feet he winced when his tail was twisted to the side. The pressure was still there near the base of it and he looked down to see what was going on. Blinking in amazement, he stared. The sods had removed the seat and seat post from a bicycle, and pushed his tail down into the frame tube where the seat post had been. It was a tight fit, made tighter because the clamp that held the seat on had been done up firmly. Reaching down he felt for the quick-release mechanism, and was annoyed to find that it had been replaced by a nut and bolt which were much too tight to undo by hand.
The bicycle was solidly attached to him, and he didn't see any way to remove it without help. Groaning in irritation he rubbed his stomach where he had been hit, then looked around for inspiration. Eventually he pushed with his legs and slowly managed to get close enough to the nearest tree that he was able to reach up and grab the lowest branch, pulling himself up with his breasts swinging back and forth uncomfortably. Finally able to reach high enough to get to his feet, he discovered that the bike stuck to him was just tall enough that he couldn't get both feet on the ground at the same time, and promptly fell over again swearing violently as he went. A second attempt went more smoothly and he ended up with one foot on the ground and a hand braced against the tree. "When I get my hands on those bastards..." he mumbled to himself, putting the other foot on the relevant pedal and pushing hard, trying to lift himself free. It was no use, the thing was far too firmly attached to come off.
Sighing he grabbed the handlebars and pushed off, putting both feet on the pedals and slowly cycling through the woods until he was close enough to the road to see the bus-stop. Karyn was standing there looking around, presumably for him, and after checking there was no-one else around he called out to her. She looked over to where he was barely visible, frowned, and walked over. When she was close enough to see him she looked surprised. "Wy are you on a bike? For that matter, how are you on a bike? And where are your clothes?" He explained, and she swore. "Jack and Harry. Those shits. I'm going to kick their balls out their ears. OK, lets get this thing off you and find your bra and shirt."
She inspected the bolt holding the seat tube clamp together and muttered to herself. "I'm going to need to get some tools to undo this", she said, straightening up and looking at him. "Stay here a moment, I'll be right back." Darting off to the school she disappeared into the gymnasium door, reappearing a few moments later with a small toolbox. Running back to him she dropped the toolbox on the ground, opened it, and rummaged around inside for a second or two. Finding the correct size spanners after a couple of tries, she loosened the bolt with a grunt of effort. "Right, that's off, lets get you unhooked." He grabbed hold of the nearest branch as she twisted the bike sideways, trying to loosen the grip it had on his tail. He yelled in pain as his tail was forced around, and she stopped. "Odd, it should come out if it went in. The clamp is undone." Bending over she looked closely at the point where his tubular tail vanished inside the bike frame, and after a moment said with annoyance, "Oh, shit. They used some sort of glue as well." She wiped her finger over the joint between his tail and the bike, and held it up to him. There was a transparent green liquid on the end.
"Fuck. I know what that is, it's permanent threadlock compound." Jon moaned. "It sets solid in small gaps, and it as strong as steel. It's used for permanently bonding metals together." They stared at each other in dismay. How the hell could they get the bike off him? "You have to heat it to a couple of hundred degrees to loosen it, or soak it in acetone for a few days. I don't like the sound of either of those when applied to ME!"
"Well, we can't leave the damn thing on there, can we?" she asked with asperity. "Aside from anything else, what about your transformation? If that tail is turning the bottom of an office chair, what effect will the bike have?" He shrugged, having no idea of the answers to any of her questions.
After pondering the problem for a moment, he said "I guess I'll have to go home and see if my parents have any ideas. Failing that, they'll have to contact the hospital." Karyn nodded after a little thought.
"I suppose so, I certainly can't think of anything else to do. But lets find something to cover your breasts with first, OK?" He nodded, and she wandered off along the way he had come, disappearing into the woods after a few seconds. He waited, and eventually there was a triumphant shout in the distance. Returning, she was holding his missing bra and t-shirt. "They dropped these close to where they attacked you." As he was putting the garments back on she went on, "You know, we can't let those bastards get away with this. They physically assaulted you!"
He nodded, and said "I know. When we get to my place I'm going to call the police. I'm almost one hundred percent sure it was Jack, I could hear him laughing in that really irritating way he has. And if Jack was there, Harry was there as well. There were others but those are the only the two I'm sure about." Fully clothed once more, he grabbed the handlebars and began slowly pedalling, working his way down to the sidewalk with Karyn jogging along beside him. The bus had long since come and gone, not that he would have been able to easily get on it anyway with that damn bike attached to his tail.
Twenty minutes later they got to his house, and Karyn went up and rang the bell. His mother answered the door, and Karyn briefly explained what had happened to him, pointing out he couldn't get up the front steps with the bike stuck to him. His mother looked absolutely, coldly furious, not at either of them but in a way that boded ill for the perpetrators of this assault. Calling for her husband, she came down the steps and helped Karyn pull him up into the house.
His mother was still fulminating quietly, and after Karyn and Jon had fully explained the situation, she walked into the hall and picked up the phone. The three left in the room looked at each other, then listened as she dialled. "Hello. Sergeant Winters, please. Extension 194." There was a pause as they all looked at each other again. "Doug? Helen Gibson here. I need your help. I want to report an assault on my son, and I need your forensics guy over here immediately." Jon was wondering about this. His mother was a fairly forthright person, used to people taking her seriously, but the way she was speaking seemed out of character. He glanced at his father, who shrugged. His mother talked for a few moments more, then put the phone down with a final "Thanks, Doug. See you soon." Returning to the living room she looked at the others. Jon was propped up against the end of the sofa, and she went over to him and stroked his hair for a second.
"Mom, what's going on?" he asked curiously.
"I called an old friend in the police, Doug Winters. We went to university together, and he's one of my oldest and most trusted friends. I haven't seen him for some time, but we keep in touch. He's going to come over and take a statement from you, and have a forensics worker check that bike for fingerprints and other evidence. We're going to press charges against whoever did this, and it's going to stick." The tone of her voice left no room for doubt. Someone was going to have a VERY bad day when she got her way.
"We can't touch the bike any more than we have to so as not to contaminate the evidence, so we'll have to wait for Doug. Karyn, would you like to stay for dinner?" Karyn replied in the affirmative, and his mother went into the kitchen and laid another place at the table. A few minutes later Zoe returned home and they had to explain the situation all over again.
Zoe's expression was set in stone. She had had sibling issues with Jon of course, but what family didn't? But annoying Jon was HER job. No one outside the family was going to get away with messing with her brother. "Jack Andrews. He'd better hope the cops get to him before I do" she growled. Jon stared at her. All of a sudden the women in his life were showing a dangerous side he'd never seen before. He glanced at Karyn, who looked back at him at him and shrugged. She was slightly taken aback as well. Zoe walked up to Jon and hugged him unexpectedly, then stepped back and looked carefully at the bike. She had been showing a real flair for coming up with off the wall ideas for helping Jon through this punishment, and this time was no exception. "We're going to have to sort out some way of holding that thig upright so you don't have to lean against everything, or you won't be able to eat at the table. Hold on, I'll be back in a minute." She disappeared through the kitchen into the garage and everyone waited to see what she'd come back with.
A few minutes later his sister returned with an old wooden stool that Jon recognised as one that had been lying around the garage for years. It was very solidly build, but too low to be of much use as anything but a step, which was his father used it for. The top, which was a foot square and a little higher than that from the ground, now had a slot cut into it on one edge more than half-way across, this slot being perhaps two inches wide. Zoe placed it on the floor behind the rear wheel of the bike Jon was attached to, and pushed the slot over the wheel which fitted it nicely. The result was a stand which neatly stopped the bike from tipping over when he experimentally raised his right foot which was the only thing touching the ground. "OK, that works. Now we can have supper", she said, pleased. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a roll of garbage bags, and went on "I thought we could wrap as much of the bike in these as possible, which should stop any more evidence being contaminated until the cops get here."
Jon looked at her and smiled. "You've been watching too much CSI," he laughed. She smiled back, and with Karyn's help soon had the bike swathed in black plastic. They pushed him into the kitchen and up to the table, slightly sideways so he could reach, and put the stool-turned-stand back over the rear wheel. The meal passed in conversation, Jon finishing off over a dozen of the supplement bars. He was suddenly starving, and ate ravenously.
About an hour and a half after his mother made the phone call, there was a knock on the door. She got up and answered it, and the other four who had returned to the living room after the meal could hear her talking. "Thanks for coming over, Doug. He's in here." She reappeared at the door accompanied by two men, one tall and nordic looking and the other shorter and asian in appearance. She indicated the tall one and said, "Everyone, this is Sergeant Doug Winters, an old friend." Doug nodded, looking carefully around and focussing on Jon.
"Hi", he said. "This is Ralph, my forensics technician." The asian fellow waved to the room in general, and walked over to where jon was propped up in the middle of the room.
"Hello", he said. "I guess you're Jon. Lets get this plastic off and have a look at what we can find, all right?" Jon nodded, and Ralph put down the large toolbox he was carrying, opened it, and pulled on a pair of sterile gloves before carefully unwrapping the bike. While he was working, Once more Jon and karyn explained the earlier events, while Doug took notes. He also had a small digital camcorder on a tabletop tripod covering the interview. He asked a lot of questions, and Jon found himself recounting aspects of the assault he didn't realise he had noticed.
Some time later, the two law enforcement guys finished their respective jobs. Ralph stepped back and said, "Right. I've found dozens of fingerprints, and have preliminarily eliminated those from everyone here. It'll have to be crosschecked in the lab, but there are quite a few that don't seem to match anyone else. Some are probably from the owner of the bike, but I'd lay money on at least a couple being from whoever did this. I also found some skin debris, a couple of hairs, and some fibers from some sort of cloth. Should be easy enough to match, assuming we get the people involved to give samples."
Doug nodded. "From what you've said, I have enough evidence to bring this Jack Andrews and his friends in for questioning. If we can match any of the evidence to them, I think we can make a charge of assault stick, at least. Possibly sexual assault as well." Jon's mother looked fairly satisfied.
"Make sure you get them." Doug glanced at her and nodded again.
"I'll do my best", he promised.
Zoe glared at him. "Do better than that. If you don't, I will." Doug looked surprised, and stared back at the girl. Something he saw in her eyes made him uncomfortable, and he began to speak, then thought better of it and shook his head.
"Giev me a chance." She watched him intently for a moment, then nodded and sat back in her chair.
Ralph had been putting his equipment away, and now spoke up again. "Jon, I had a look at the adhesive that seeped out around the bike frame, and you've got a problem. I've come across that stuff before, and I don't think there's any practical way to dissolve it at this point, even if we could get a solvent in there anyway. The bike frame is going to have to be cut off, I'm afraid." Jon sighed and nodded.
"That's what I was afraid of. I'm worried about my tail being cut into, though. It's really beginning to ache and feels weird. I need to get this thing off soon."
His father said "I don't have the right tools here, I'll have to get them from the workshop in the morning." Jon groaned. He was going to have to sleep with the bike attached, by the look of things.
The two cops chatted for a few minutes more, then left. Jon, his family, and Karyn talked for half an hour or so, then his friend went home. His mother and father carried him up to his room, and Zoe arranged a couple of chairs next to the bed so he could lie down on his side with the bike lying across them. It was uncomfortable in the extreme, but he had no choice. His father promised to get the relevant cutting tools first thing in the morning, and they left him to sleep. Actually going to sleep took a considerable time, as his tail was really throbbing by now. Also his breasts, which he was still having trouble getting used to, ached where they had been brutally squeezed. When he turned the light back on and had a look, a number of bruises were apparent. "Fuckers", he mumbled to himself, turning the light out and eventually falling asleep.
The next morning he woke early, the sunlight coming in past the curtains shining on his face. Blinking woozily, he tried to roll over and was dragged unceremoniously to the floor when the bike still firmly attached to him slipped off the chairs it had been lying across. "OW, fuck it!", he yelped, suddenly remembering his condition. Lying on his side on the floor he rubbed his head where he'd hit it on one of the chairs on the way down. Footsteps came down the hall and the door opened, revealing Zoe looking worried.
"Jon? What happened? Are you all right?" she asked, walking over to him and reaching down to help him get upright. He explained and she appeared sympathetic. "Dad will be back soon, and we can get rid of the bike." She hauled him to an upright position, and he put his feet on the floor and supported himself there, then stared at her in sudden realisation.
"Hey. Yesterday I could only get one foot on the ground, now I can put both feet flat. What's going on?" He looked down at the bike. She walked around him, then squatted down and peered intently at the point his tail entered the frame.
"Um, Jon? I think you have another problem", she said quietly, reaching out and running her finger over the metal. The whole frame had changed shape slightly but noticeably, and where there had been a join between tail and frame there was now just smooth shiny metal. It now seemed on close inspection like the bike was actually growing out of him, not just stuck on. She explained what she could see and he reached down below himself, grabbing the top bar of the frame near his tail and feeling it.
"Oh my god, I can actually feel this!" he exclaimed. Some experimentation proved that he seemed to have feeling through about half of the bike frame. Somehow, the transformation seemed to be incorporating the bike into itself. He was scared. What was going to happen to him? Bad enough that he was originally becoming a chair, now he was becoming a bike? Or some even weirder bike/chair/human cross?
Zoe stood up and hugged him. "We're going to have to get you looked at in the hospital. I don't think Dad is going to be able to cut this thing off now." jon nodded numbly, and with some effort wheeled himself over to look in the mirror. His waist was yet narrower, beginning to look very girlish, and his torso was slowly changing shape to a more female form. His skin was smoothing out and becoming very soft as well, and his arms and hands seemed slightly more slender. There were no changes to his face yet, although his blonde hair now reached his waist and seemed to have stopped growing. Karyn had showed him at lunch yesterday how to tie it up in a ponytail to get it out of the way, and he did what she had taught him and tied it up once more. It would take some getting used to, but then so would everything else, he thought, putting on his bra.
Zoe called his mother up to his room and explained what seemed to be happening, and she then called their father. It turned out he was on his way home anyway, and he arrived a few minutes later. Jon ate a large number of the supplement bars while they discussed what to do next, his appetite seemed to have grown if anything. Eventually his parents agreed that he needed to go back to the hospital, and his mother called ahead while his father and sister struggled to get him downstairs again. His father borrowed his neighbour's van and they got him into it with some difficulty, finding that they had to lie him on his side since the attached bike was too large to fit otherwise. Zoe left for school, over her protests, and his parents took him into the transformation wing of the hospital.
The nurse that had seen him before came into the waiting room shortly, and looked at him in bemusement. "What on earth?" she began. His mother explained, and the nurse looked upset and sympathetic. "Oh, you poor fellow. We'll have to get you looked at immediately. I've never come across anything like this before, but I'll go and get the doctor." She helped his parents get him into the examination room, and left. A few minutes later she returned with a doctor, who was also surprised.
"This is certainly an odd one", he said after looking Jon over carefully. He ran a number of electronic devices over Jon, particularly around the point where his tail merged with the bike, and looked at the results on his computer tablet with interest and growing annoyance. After some time of cross-referencing various data, he put the computer down and sat on the edge of the examination bed, staring at Jon. "Very odd. As far as I can tell, young man, the nanites that your system is loaded with and which are transforming you have interacted with the metal of the bike frame in a way I have never seen happen before. I wouldn't have thought it was possible, but for some reason they have begun to incorporate the bike into the transformation. I'm not sure what the end result will be, but it's certainly not going to be what was intended." Jon looked at his parents, who stared back, then three pairs of eyes returned to the doctor.
"What does that mean, in practice?" his mother finally asked.
"I'm not sure." The doctor was honest but frustrated.
"Well, can't you stop it? Reverse the transformation?" his mother asked with some irritation. The doctor shook his head.
"At this point the nanites are going full tilt, and trying to disable or reprogram them would either have no effect or would end in a real mess. I don't think we can do anything except let it finish."
"Is he in any danger?"
The doctor picked up his computer and looked at it for a moment. "I don't think so. The readings are fairly normal, within acceptable parameters anyway, even though the effect isn't as designed. He should be ok, physically." Jon's mother didn't look very pleased, but accepted this.
Jon wasn't pleased by this. Becoming an office chair was bad enough, but at least he'd have been able to move around without needing to be supported on something. He was currently leaning against a filing cabinet, and had become aware over the last few minutes that he could feel the pressure of the ground on the wheels of the bike that was becoming part of his body. The change seemed to be proceeding fairly fast. "So what next?", he asked.
The doctor looked over at him. "You should go home, and wait for the transformation to complete. There isn't much else we can do. The nanites seem to be using more energy than normal so I'll arrange for more mineral supplement bars to be sent with you, you'll likely notice an increase in appetite. Other than that, just wait. It will probably take about as long as the original change would have. Call me if anything goes wrong." He chatted with Jon's parents for a few more minutes, and they left.
On the way out of the hospital Jon could feel the ground through the wheels more and more. His wheels, he thought to himself. Outside, he turned to his parents. "Look, it's only a couple of miles home. I'd like to get there under my own power, while I still can." They glanced at eache other, then his mother nodded.
"All right, dear. But be careful?" Jon smiled at them, and placed his feet on the pedals that were now part of him. Pushing off he cycled down the hospital road, feeling the tarmac beneath his tires. Much of the bike now reported sensations to him, and he could feel his chain running smoothly over his sprockets. Changing gears he winced at the internal effect this produced. He arrived home quite soon, in fact beating his parents back as they had to wait for queues of traffic at the lights. However, he was unable to enter the house unaided and was forced to wait outside leaning against a tree until they arrived and helped him into the house.
His mother called the school and arranged to get his homework brought back by Karyn. They had decided that until the police dealt with whoever had attacked him, he wasn't going to school. The day passed quite slowly. Over the course of the next few hours he ate a lot of supplements, and watched as the bike changed more and more. By the time Karyn arrived after school the entire original bike had become part of him, changing shape enough that he could support himself easily with his legs, and even wheel himself around like that. He discovered that he had feeling throughout the entire bike, and he could now change gears and apply his brakes without using the hand controls, as if they were parts of his body. In fact they were, he realised with a slight shock. Technically he was now a bicycle.
Karyn was shocked by the changes, and he explained what the doctor had said. She nodded looking worried. After a while, she said "Oh, guess what? The cops came and arrested Jack and Harry, and about three other, right out of home room this morning. The whole school knows they all had something to do with you not being there today, but no-one seems to know why. Zoe isn't saying anything, and I didn't either"
Jon grinned sadistically. "I hope those bastards get completely fucked over. They deserve it." Jon did his homework with Karyn, and eventually she left taking the work to hand in at school in the morning. He was helped up to his bedroom by his parents, ate a load more supplements, and struggled into his bed. His wheels had to be supported on the chairs once more, and Zoe helped him again. He had some really odd dreams during the night. When he woke up the next morning he remembered the situation and didn't fall out of bed this time. He stretched, and pulled the bedclothes away to look down at himself. His eyes widened. "Oh my god", he muttered.
His body down to the hips looked completely female by this point, and when he held up his arms they and his hands were also fully feminine. His breasts had inflated a little and were very firm and perky. The changes below this were stranger. His legs had begun to change into a seat, sort of a cross between a wide bike seat and that of the office chair he was originally meant to become. His thighs had joined together and stuck straight out along the top bar of the bike part of him, and the gap between them was filling in. The texture was similar to some sort of cloth and the colour was changing to bright blue as well. He could move his legs below the knees but above that he was unable to move anything.
His lower bike body had also changed. The colour had turned into the same bright blue as his upper legs, and the whole bike part looked much more streamlined and organic. He found he could turn his handlebars with an effort of will, and there was something growing out of the bike under the pedals. Since his legs no longer reached the ground he was unable to stand up, and was forced to call for Zoe to help him. She got him to his wheels, while his parents got him the improvised stand and fitted it. Jon found himself standing on both wheels in the middle of his room, pretty much unable to go anywhere without someone wheeling him. "I think you should stay here for now, dear", his mother said. "We'll have to refit your father's study as a bedroom as you obviously can't handle stairs like this." He nodded glumly, and asked them at least to move him close enough to his desk that he could use his computer.
The day passed slowly. In the late afternoon his parents moved him downstairs into his new bedroom. Once more he was propped up on his stand, and waited until Karyn arrived. They did their homework, chatted and played computer games, and finally it was time for bed again. The pattern repeated for the next few days. Each morning brought further changes. The growths from below his pedals turned into a built-in stand, which looked to be based on the base of the office chair he should have become. There were two curved metal arms with swivelling caster wheels on the ends, which went out and down to reach the floor like training wheels. He was eventually able to move them, folding up and back to get them clear of the ground or back into position to hold him erect. His legs continued to change, his thighs becoming an odd sort of seat while his lower legs shrunk away and disappeared. After a few days he woke up one morning to find he could somehow rotate his back wheel, which would allow him to move around under his own power. This was a surprise, but a welcome one.
Eventually, after two weeks, the changes seemed to have finished. He was now a half-human bicycle with a slightly chairlike seat. There were a couple of controls protruding out of his frame under his seat that when manipulated made his human torso and seat involuntarily lean back or forward, move up or down, or slide back sufficiently that someone could sit on his seat and use him. He could turn his front wheel and rotate his rear one, and practiced moving slowly around the lower floor of the house slowly, with his 'training wheels' folded down and supporting him. It was slow going at first since he didn't seem to have much strength in whatever mechanism was driving his rear wheel, although it got better with practice.
The saturday following the end of the change, Karyn arrived and knocked on his bedroom door. Putting the game controller he was using down on the desk, he slowly rolled over to the door and opened it, admitting her. "Hi." she said, stepping inside and looking him over. "Your mother said your changes were finished?" He nodded.
"Apparently. Nothing changed last night. I guess this is it. Not what I was told was going to happen, that's for sure. They said I was going to be an office chair but I'm a bicycle now." He looked down at himself. He still couldn't believe it. The only thing unchanged was his face and voice, which for some reason seemed unaffected. Karyn mentioned it, and he shrugged. "No idea. I suppose it's something to do with the screwed up change. I'm supposed to be going to the hospital on Monday to get checked up, so maybe they'll have an explanation.
"So, have you tried out your wheels yet?", Karyn asked curiously. "I mean, on the road?" He shook his head.
"I've been a bit worried about it. If I fall over I don't know how I'd get up again." She grinned at him.
"Oh, come on. I'll help you." She opened the door again and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards it. He shrugged again and followed under his own power. They went out through the kitchen door into the garage, his father now parking the car in the driveway to allow him room to use the exit. Standing on the driveway, they looked around. The road the house was on had little traffic, and everything looked clear. Karyn walked down to the road, Jon rolling after her, and looked at him expectantly. "Go on then", she said after a moment or two. "Give it a try." He looked nervously at her, then down at his oddly changed body.
"OK, but grab me if I go over, all right?" he said, and moved out onto the road. Slowly he began to roll along, lifting his stand when he had enough speed. Changing gears smoothly he soon found himself moving at a considerable speed. It turned out to be nearly as easy as riding a bike, although different when he considered he WAS the bike. Every time he hit a bump his suspension compressed a little, which was a very odd sensation. It made his large breasts bounce and jiggle, and he reached up and held them to give them some support. Braking at the end of the road he turned and headed back, stopping next to her and lowering his stand so he didn't topple over. "Hey, that's pretty easy", he exclaimed, pleased. She smiled at him. He added, "I think I need a sports bra though", and she laughed.
"Um, is it OK if I try riding you?" she asked hesitantly after a few seconds. he looked surprised but nodded after a moment's thought.
"I suppose so. I AM a bicycle, after all." She inspected him for a moment, then carefully swung one leg over his crossbar and settled herself on his seat. Reaching down she fiddled with his seat levers, moving his torso back and tilting it so she was comfortable. He tried to resist for a moment and was startled and upset to discover he couldn't. Reaching forwards she grabbed his handlebars and put one foot on a pedal, then pushed off. his stand flipped up without a conscious thought, and she was soon riding him around easily. He was grumbling about his breasts flopping around, and tried to slow down. It turned out after some experimentation that when someone was riding him, he was essentially just a bicycle. One with large breasts and an odd seat, but he couldn't work any of his controls himself. Karyn could change gears, brake, pedal, and steer him, and he was just along for the ride. Eventually he gave in to the situation, simply enjoying the sensations of being ridden, which with the exception of his breats jostling around were quite calming. They rode along for a some time, heading out into the countryside and discussing his change and the ongoing prosecution of the instigators of it.
"You know, you're a really good bicycle, Jon. I think maybe I should ride you to school every day!" She was half joking, but he could see she had a point.
"Well, thanks, I suppose. Although I don't know what I'll do if I get a puncture." She laughed, and they headed home.
