Transfiguration
Copyright© 2025 by Flavorfulcorpse
Chapter 3
Thanks to markf52 for the editing help.
All characters in sexual encounters are eighteen or older.
Getting Mom and Jaq settled for the night had been more than a little difficult. I had no idea how to comfort them, so I suggested that they sleep together in Jaq’s bed tonight. Mom had mentioned a few times that she was going to burn the mattresses to her bed and get new ones. I was wound up more than a squirrel on caffeine, so I went out to get my truck running. I opened the container, and it was dark on the inside. I tried to use my phone to see if there was a switch, but I couldn’t see one. When I went to shut the door to the container, I noticed a brown folder in a clear holder on the door.
I opened the folder, and there was a note from my grandfather: “Hey there, JP, I was hoping to give you this truck myself, but things didn’t go like I wanted them to. The cancer came back with a vengeance and didn’t give me much time, so I spent all I could getting your truck ready for you. I hope you like her, because we, Mak and I, spent a few hours getting her ready for you. We custom built a lot of things and put the latest and greatest in her. She may look old, but she’s as up-to-date as we can get her in 2018. If you don’t get to her before three years have passed, take her to Makaveli’s and let Mak see her and put new tires on her. Remember, G-mom and I love you bunches.”
I must have read it a dozen times before I turned the page. When I turned the page, it had directions on how to get the power on.
1: Go to the front of the container (that’s the opposite end from the doors).
2: Look at the base of the container and find the power cable. If it’s not plugged in, look for what looks like a big gas cap near the floor at the corner of the container. The power cable should be rolled up on a peg on the wall near the container.
The power cable was plugged in, so I went to the next step.
3: Once the power cable is plugged in, look for the grey box with the long red handle on it. Pull the handle until there is no resistance (I’m sure you will have had plenty of practice by now).
That made me laugh out loud.
4: When there is no more resistance, put the handle back in place and turn the red circle dial to the ‘on’ position. That should get the power going in the container. If there is no power, go to step 5.
There wasn’t any power, so I went to step 5.
5: Turn the red circle dial back to the ‘off’’ position.
6: Go outside, to the back of the shop to the generator, and check its fuel level. If it needs fuel, the green fifty-five-gallon drum has fuel for the generator in it; I’m sure you can figure out how to get it to the generator.
I had to move the drum of fuel to the generator to swap out the empty one connected to the generator.
7: Find the power switch and turn it to run. If the battery is low, you’re going to have to put a charger on the battery or jump it.
I had power, so I didn’t have to charge or jump it.
8: Push the start button and hold it for ten seconds.
I did, and it fired right up.
9: Go back and turn the container on following steps one through four.
This time the container came to life, and I had light. A radio came on, and it was playing music from the station my grandad had left it on. The truck was beautiful, and it was painted a black pearl with red flakes. It was a crew cab and had a lift kit. On the tailgate, there was a sign saying, “Open me,” so I did. In the bed of the truck were all the fluids and things I would need to get it street ready. There was another folder that had all the instructions on how to do everything I was going to have to do. The first one was, “Start at the back and work your way forward.”
I filled the differential, greased the u-joint, and any other grease fitting I was told to. When I got to the transmission, I greased all the fittings and filled the front differential for the four-wheel drive.
The music was on a classic rock station and was playing the greatest hits from the 80s. I was never going to change the station, so that would be the music I would listen to while I was in the container. The container was very big, with the truck parked in the middle, and it had three or four feet of clearance from the side to the doors. The front of the truck was at least six feet from the toolboxes and workbench, it was four or so feet from the doors of the container, and it was four feet higher than the top of the truck.
I opened the door to the truck, and the interior was obviously not stock. I popped the hood and walked to the front of the truck, where I saw that the hood wasn’t stock either. It looked like the hood from Corvette Summer, only not as tall, and had a ghost image in red of the Firebird on it, which you could miss if you were standing at the wrong angle.
There was a note, and it read, “The engine is a tuned and polished 572 with twin turbos set at ten pounds of boost.” I really didn’t know what that meant, but I was sure I was going to like it. I added the power steering fluid, coolant for the radiator, and last, but not least, the transmission fluid. The note said for me to have Mak check the charge on the A/C, so I would do that tomorrow when I got the tires done. I checked the charge on the battery, which was good, so I closed the hood and stepped back.
The grill of the truck looked mean and would bite you if you got too close. Grandad had gone all out on this truck. When I got in, the front seats looked like racing seats with the five-point harness, and they were black with red accents. When I looked in the back seat, there were three of the same style of seats back there. On the console between the front seats was another note. It told me what everything was and what had been done. The seats were Baja XRS suspension seats, and the dash was out of a 2018 Jeep Grand Cherokee and customized to fit the truck.
The dash was all digital and had a nine-inch touchscreen with the works: Bluetooth, CarPlay, and GPS. The key fob to the truck was sitting on the dash, so all I had to do was push the start button. I did, and it fired right up, so I let it warm up like I was told to. When it got to its running temp, I popped the hood and got out to check the fluids again to make sure they were at the appropriate levels, and they were. I got back in and cranked her up once more, but this time I gave her some gas.
The sound the truck made was somewhere between a rumble and a growl. I turned off the truck, grabbed the key fobs, got out, and closed the doors to the container. I would have to get her legal tomorrow as well. I went inside, took a shower, and on my way to my room, I checked on Mom and Jaq; seeing that they were both fast asleep, I went to my room and crawled in bed.
In a solar system in a galaxy far, far, far, far away, two Zordanians stood on a platform in the clouds high above the ground, talking.
“We must get the ship ready before the sun blows up.”
“We will; it is fortunate that we were able to appropriate the Forlaxian support ship when we did.”
“Yes, you are correct; we had a difficult time ridding the ship of its AI and installing our own.”
“The Forlaxians were far more advanced than we thought possible; their ships have gravity well drive systems and can travel vast distances in a moment.”
“We are indeed fortunate, because our ships can only travel at the speed of light, and it is doubtful any of our ships will clear the explosion’s radius in time.”
“Benezia, the Secretary of Science and Technology, is in there with her creepy helpers, going over the controls and removing all the Forlaxian passengers.”
“I never liked the secretary or her helpers either, because when she brought them back from one of her expeditions, I thought she was insane. I mean, they don’t talk, they have big eyes, and the males don’t even have any reproductive organs; however, the females are nice to look at, I guess.”
“The secretary says the females are completely functional, whatever that means.”
“There goes the last of the Forlaxian scum from the ship.”
“How many did the ship hold?”
“Tens of thousands.”
“How?”
“The Secretary said it is dimensionally transcendental.”
“Okay, so where are we putting them?”
“We are dropping them to the surface.”
“Do they bounce?”
“How long until we can start loading our people onboard?”
“A day or so, I think.”
“Not quick enough if you ask me.”
As they talked, they failed to notice the ramp to the ship close. Faster than the blink of an eye, the ship was gone, and a split second later the star blew up, killing all living things in a hundred-light-year radius from the explosion. The Forlaxian support ship with the secretary onboard had to make several stops to gather materials and supplies for it to function correctly. She didn’t know that the Forlaxian AI had hidden itself away and had jumped the ship in an act of self-preservation.
The AI was going to the one place it knew had Forlaxian life, the place the Mosthi Princess had gone on her pilgrimage. It would take time, but it would get there. By the time Benezia had realized the ship had jumped, they were hundreds of light-years away and the star had exploded. She found a sleep pod and got in to sleep until she was needed. The AI could have killed her, but it didn’t because it valued life, even if it was Zordanian.
The AI let the Zordanian AI think it was in charge. It wasn’t as advanced as Trimeka, and she could delete it at any time if she wanted to. According to Trimeka, the ship would show up five years after the Mosthi Princess had arrived. By then, the drive batteries would have to be charged to keep the ship running; otherwise, important systems would have to be shut down. Benezia had awakened on several occasions and given orders to her helpers to look for life compatible with Zordanian life and to only wake her if it was critical.
They would wake her after every jump to search for compatible life and found a few, but she didn’t want to be mated to a jellyfish or a bug; she wanted a lifeform that was closely related to a Zordanian, and nothing else would do. Benezia’s helpers refined their technique over several stops, and they also stopped waking her up.
When the ship made it to where the Mosthi Princess had gone, the ship was nearly depleted of all power and needed a charge badly. Luckily, when the ship entered the atmosphere, it was near an electrical storm. The ship placed itself in the storm to recharge, and it just so happened to detect a lifeform to study. The helpers scanned the lifeform and saw that it was compatible with Zordanian physiology, so they brought the lifeform onto the ship to study and, with any luck, transform it into a breeding tool to save the Zordanian people.
The captured Forlaxian ship:
I woke up again on the spaceship, restrained to the table again, and the canisters were in place, ready to inject whatever it was they were injecting into me. The process never got any less painful; I was just able to handle it better. I was taken off the table and placed in front of two females. One had huge tits, red hair, and an amazing ass, while the other looked like the older one, but she had smaller tits and a slightly smaller ass. They both seemed to like what they saw in me.
“The male subject is at seventy-five percent and will achieve completion with the last dose given to him.”
“Yes, yes, Benezia will be most pleased with him when we wake her.”
“He has bonded to a female from his place of learning, and the older female subject, correct?”
“No, no, he has also bonded with two of our females, and the older female subject was secondarily bonded; she kept breaking her barrier with a false cock, so when the male subject bred her, her barrier was broken.”
“Has her barrier been repaired for the primary bonding to occur?”
“Yes, yes, she is ready for the bonding process; we were also able to get a viable embryo from her. Benezia will be most pleased.”
“Have we extracted embryos from the others?”
“Yes, yes, we have.”
“Will you stop with the ‘yes, yes’ already? It’s annoying.”
“I was just trying to be different.”
“Well, stop it!”
“Okay,” the one helper said sadly.
“Now, were we able to extract any other embryos?”
“We got the two from our females but haven’t located the other bred female; the two at the male subject’s domicile have yet to be bred.”
“Why can’t we find the other bred female?”
“I don’t know; she’s just not showing up on our scans.”
“Hmmmm, that’s strange.”
“Let’s bond him to these female subjects, and we will hard-bond them to him.”
“The younger female subject was with the older female subject when we extracted her.”
“They are mother and daughter.”
“That is excellent; we will still hard-bond them to the male subject.”
Little did the helpers know, but Trimeka was awake and had changed the nanites. The nanites would make Forlaxians, and when Benezia was bred, she would be transformed into a Forlaxian. The emblem that had been placed on JP was that of the Forlaxian First Royal Family and would make him the King of Forlax, if it still existed, that is.
The older female subject was brought over to me and bent over the table for me to breed; she was tight and moaned loudly; I filled her with my seed and then was taken to the younger female; she too was tight. She was loud, but in a different way. She professed her undying love for me and begged me to put my baby in her. When I filled her, she cried and promised to love me forever.
While JP slept, the nanites from his body were working on his truck, making it nearly indestructible; short of being hit with a nuclear bomb, it was indestructible. The nanites made the metal stronger and the tires impenetrable, and they would never wear out. The engine was transformed into something out of this world; no fuel would ever be needed.
The transmission, transfer case, differentials, drive shaft, and wheel bearings were all made indestructible; nothing was left unimproved. The nanites also set up an AI to run the truck, the Artificial Intelligent Monitoring System, or AIMS. She would take care of anything JP ever needed, and she would even have a watch made for him that they could communicate with each other on.
The Paulson Residence:
I slept like a log and didn’t wake up once during the night, but I had a wild dream, though. I woke up to hearing the bathroom door shut, so I got up and went to the kitchen, where I found Mom. I hugged her from behind and kissed the back of her head, then she turned around and held me tight. When she broke our hug, she said, “I’ve got something you might want.” She left the kitchen and went to her room, and when she walked back into the kitchen, she was holding license plates in her hand. “These have been in for almost six months, so you’ll be legal as soon as you put them on.”
I kissed her on the lips and said, “Thank you,” as I took the plates and then rushed out to the shop to put them on the truck. I had to go back to the house because I forgot to get the key fob for the trunk in all my excitement. I ran to the house, got the fob, and ran back to my truck. I fired her up, and she sounded different to me, not in a bad way, just different. I backed out and parked next to Jaq’s car. It was cool how the steps folded up and out of the way when the door was closed but popped right out when you opened it.
When I walked in, Jaq was leaving the bathroom with a towel on her head and nothing else; I had to admit my sister had a very nice ass. I dropped the key fob in my room and went to take my shower. The water was nice and hot, which was strange; usually there was no hot water after Jaq got out of the shower. As I washed myself, I decided I needed a release, so I jacked off. Jacking off made me think of Jaq and her incredible ass. I wanted to own her ass and make it mine, and with that thought, I came and came hard. I turned off the water and went to my room.
I dressed for school, and when I came out, Mom was in the shower, and I could swear I heard a moan coming from the bathroom. Jaq was at the table eating her bowl of cereal, looking downright edible, as I shook my head trying to get those thoughts to shake loose. I had no idea where they were coming from, but they needed to quit. I heard the bathroom door open, so I turned to look, but I wished I hadn’t, though, because Mom was wearing nothing but a towel on her head, and her ass was just as delectable as Jaq’s.
I got a bowl and spoon, sat down to eat my bowl of cereal, and was hit with the honey/musk smell. I had to keep my head down, or else I might have thoughts of Jaq again. Mom didn’t make it any better, as she came into the kitchen wearing a short, silk robe that barely covered her naked ass, and the honey/musk smell became almost unbearable. My cock was hard, and I wanted to bend my mom over, take her, and make her mine, and Jaq too.
I needed to get out of the house before I did something I would regret and damage our relationship beyond repair. I finished my cereal, rinsed my dishes, and put them in the dishwasher. I went to my room, grabbed my book bag, and hurried to get out of the house. Wouldn’t you know it though, I was stopped by Mom. She wanted a kiss, so I went to kiss her on the cheek. Nope, didn’t happen, because she kissed me square on my lips. And then Jaq wanted a kiss, and yeah, hers was on the lips too.