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The Key to Pleasure
🕑 Added 2025-02-12 00:25:38 +0000 UTCThe Key to Pleasure.
“What do you mean you won’t have my bike fixed for an entire week!” Lyra grabbed the mechanic by the shoulders and shook him. “Do you have any idea how much this is going to impact my life? DO YOU!”
The man chuckled. “What? You don’t have a car or something?”
“In this economy? Are you crazy!”
He pushed Lyra away. “Okay, okay. Look, I know this is an inconvenience, but we have options here. How does a rental sound? I am sure a car or SUV for a few days would be—”
“Oh, hell no. If I am going to have a rental, it has to be another motorcycle. I don’t have room in my garage for some giant ass clunky vehicle.”
“Of course you don’t.”
“Also, this better be covered by you fixing my poor bike. My poor, poor bike.”
“It’s not lady. This service isn’t free, you know.” He crossed his arms and began to tap his foot.
“I am not made of money. I can’t just pay for a vehicle that isn’t mine for an entire week. I just can’t.”
He sighed. “Well, there is another option that is free.” He lowered his voice. “But you have to be one hundred percent certain you want to do this. You will have to sign a waiver saying you agreed to this of your own free will, and anything that happens to you is your fault. But you will get your own motorbike for the week.”
She took his hand and shook it. “Sold.”
“Wait, don’t you want to ask questions first?”
“Look, buddy, I am a very busy lady for a bank that pays me next to squat. I have long hours and have to drive a lot. I don’t care what happens or how crappy the bike is. It’s better than being chewed out by my boss.”
The mechanic rolled his eyes. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He turned around. “I will get the release form and the key to your bike. Be right back.”
Lyra paced about as she waited for the mechanic to return. “He is being a tad weird about this. Why the hell would I need to sign a release form for a stupid bike? I don’t care if it’s free or not; it’s bizarre.”
“Here is the form.” He handed her a pen and paper, which she signed immediately. “You aren’t even going to read it?”
She handed the form back to him. “I just want to head home already and work on dinner; thank you.”
He handed her the key. “Here is your bike.”
She arched an eyebrow. “It’s just a fucking key.”
He rolled his eyes. “If you had bothered to read the release form, you would know how to use it.” The man slapped himself on the forehead. “Look, if you want to start it up, you have to. . . ughhh. . . insert the key into your. . .” He closed his eyes, his voice suddenly rising. “Into your fucking pussy, okay. It’s a weird ass bike.”
“What?” She took the key and stared at it. “What the fuck kind of bike is this?”
“Look, there is a vacant garage across the street. You can do your. . . stuff there. Now get out!” He twisted her around and pushed her to the front of the shop. “Go, you are not doing this in my shop. Move it.”
“Do what? What is it that this does? I don’t understand.”
“Get out!” He threw Lyra out the door. “Enjoy your bike.” He slammed the door in her face.
Lyra snorted before holding the strange key up to her face. “I don’t get it. How will sliding this into my pussy give me a bike.” She stared at the abandoned garage across the street. “This doesn’t make any sense.” Lyra slowly made her way to the building. “But I guess it doesn’t hurt to try. If it doesn’t work, I guess I will have to call up my sister or something.” She rolled her eyes. “But I don’t want her lording over me that I owe her a favor.” She shivered as she walked into the garage.
“Okay, well, here it goes.” She pulled her pants and panties out just far enough so she could slip her right hand between them and her sensitive skin. “This thing is oddly warm.” She took long, deep breaths. “Here I go.” Lyra panted as she slid the key into her pussy. “It. . . feels weird. Fuck.” She moaned. “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like sliding a hard, warm. . . pulsing dick into my. . . ohh.” She shook her head. “And trying to make it fit. Ohhhh fuck!”
Suddenly the key slid out of her hand, falling down into her throbbing pussy. “Ohh, god.” Her fingers thrashed about, trying to grab it. “It’s. . . stuck. It’s fucking stuckkkkkk.” She panted. “What am I. . . going. . . to. . . fuckkkk.” Lyra fell down onto her hands and knees. “Oh god. Soo hot.” She pulled at her jacket. “Why am I suddenly so hot?” She pulled at the collar of her jacket. “I could just. . .” Vroommmmmm.
She covered her mouth. “What in the world was that?” She gulped as sweat dripped down her forehead. “I think. . . I. . . fuckkkkk!” Lyra twisted onto her back, her hands on her groin as her pussy throbbed. “Soo fucking hot. Sooo.” She pulled down her pants. “Have to. . . get these clothes off. Have to. . . cool down.” She ripped her panties off. “Just soo hot.” Lyra undid the buttons on her jacket and slid it off her pulsating body. “Just. . . need to. . . get this bra off.” She reached behind her back, unhooking the latches. “There.” She set her bra to the side as she lay on the cold floor, twisting back and forth. “Ohh fuck what is happening to me? Ohh, god.” Lyra squeezed her sumptuous breasts. “I feel soo fucking. . . hot. I don’t know how to cool down.”
Her eyes suddenly shot open, and her ass felt as if it were on fire. She jumped up onto her hands and knees before squeezing her voluptuous but cheeks with all her might. “Ohh fuckkkk. It’s soo warm. And it feels so fucking. . . full.” She moaned as her butt pressed against her fingertips. “I swear I can feel it. . . grow. . . grow. . . growing. Ughhhh.” She panted as she felt her rear end swell inch by inch. “Oh god, I am getting bigger. Ughhh.” Lyra shook her head. “Why does it feel so weird. Soo cushiony. So curvy.” She panted. “I. . . need it to grow. So. . . someone can sit in it. Yes. Someone needs to sit in my lovely ass.” She smacked it. “Ohh fuck yes. YESS!”
Lyra licked her lips. “That felt soo good.” She turned around to try and figure out what had just happened to her rear end. “Hey, that kind of looks like a motorbike seat.” She rubbed her hand across her butt. “It even feels like. . . leather.” She began to pant again, her butt pulsating. “Ughh. . . yes. . . my. . . butt. . . has to. . . became a nice. . . big curvy seat.” Her throbbing luscious ass began to stretch, becoming even curvier. “Fuckkk.” She took long, deep breaths. “This is insane. My fucking butt looks like my motorcycle.” Lyra shook her head. “No, it looks fucking better. OHHHHH GOD!” She formed her hands into fists and slammed them against the ground as a long, slender tailpipe slid out from under her ass, puffs of smoke shooting out of it. “I. . . god.” She took a deep breath and wrapped her hand around the pipe. “How can I grab this? It’s burning hot, and yet I am not. . . wait, why do I have a tailpipe? I. . . am becoming my bike?” She moaned, her sumptuous breasts throbbing. “Oh god. . . my babies feel so warm.”
Lyra fell down onto her chest, moaning as her breasts pulsed on her chest. “They. . . ohhh.” She giggled as they slowly swelled, pushing her upward. “I can feel something hot filling them up.” She licked her lips as her nipples became hard and erect. “Ohhh god, are these my. . . I think. . ohh.” She rubbed her voluptuous breasts as they slowly became more and more metallic. “Oh, course, my babies would hold my oil reserves. When I. . . ohhh.” Vrooommmm. “When I goo so hard I will make my lovely babies so very, hooottttttt.” She moaned as her breasts became harder and harder, her nipples growing inch by inch. “Fuck. They feel sooo full. I feel so ready to burn my baby’s fuel.” She licked her lips.
Just as she was getting used to her new, hard babies, her legs began to throb. “Ohh fuck.” Lyra tried to push herself back up, only to fall flat on her face. “OHHH GOD!” Reevvvvvv. She panted as she used her hands to push herself to her knees, her body revving as if she had an engine pulsing inside her chest. “Ohh god. I. . . landed on my nipples. Ohhh, that felt so good.” She licked her lips before looking at her pulsing legs. “Oh fuck, what is happening now?”
Her feet shook about, causing her to moan. “I. . . can’t keep them apart. I just can’t.” She closed her eyes as her legs came closer and closer together. “Ohhh fuck. Yess.” Reeevvvvvvv. Vroommmmm. Her legs slammed together with a mighty thud. “Ohhh.” Her feet turned black, ballooning into a massive round tire. “Ughhhh.” She panted as her legs thickened into wires and tubes that connected her tire to her chest. “Ughhh. Ohh fuck. What next? What is going to happen next?” Lyra’s hands shook, answering her question. She was forced to balance on her hands and her back tire as her hands came together, morphing into a gigantic front tire. She wobbled back and forth for a moment before finding her balance, her arms transforming into a mesh of wires and tubes connecting to her breasts and chest. “Ohhh god. I. . can feel them. . . ohhhh. . . yes.”
Lyra slammed her front tire down, a puff of smoke coming out of her tailpipe as her chest hardened and began to morph into the main body of her new motorcycle form. She could feel wires and tubes snaking all over her body and her heart swelling into her engine. Every heartbeat caused her engine to roar. Vroom. Vroom. Vroommmmmmm!
All that was left was her head. Lyra let out one last moan as it stretched into the headlights and handlebars. Her eyes blinked into the headlights as the rest of her head became the handlebars and various parts of the bike that needed filling.
With a mighty roar, Lyra rolled out of the garage and down the road. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she didn’t care. She wanted to do only one thing, drive. Her body felt too good to do otherwise. She was a sexy, sleek bike, after all. What other concerns in life were there?
As she came to a stop light, a young man walked up to her. “That is strange. How did this good-looking bike just drive up here all on its own?” He sat on her. “Hmm, it just seems like a blessing. A blessing and a free bike.” Lyra purred as she felt his curvy ass sit down on her body. “Strange. I think the bike likes me. Whohhh!”
Without waiting for permission, she drove off with the man in tow. Lyra had never felt more alive. Or maybe she had. She couldn’t remember. All she knew was she was a motorbike, and she was going to stay that way forever.
