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Tales from the Nexus: Road Roos

Case: Stryker

Ernest Stryker hated his life. And he hated today more so than any other day. It was just one thing after another. First he had overslept so it took an immense amount of effort to pull his two hundred pound weight out of his tiny single bed and waddled to the shower. Usually, looking at his overweight, hairy form was something he hated but today, bleary eyed and barely able to see his dick under the canopy of his large belly, he hated himself all the more. He made a mental note to shave his shoulders again because he once again had a rather hairy bush there like pauldrons made out of fur. Only these linked to the rag on his back that kept him pleasantly warm in the winter - even though the individual hairs tended to get caught in his clothes - but were a bitch in the summer heat.

And it was summer.

Another thing that Ernest hated about the day.

It was only after he had showered that he spotted his roommate Wilfred Cayman, passed out next to the toilet seat, the pool of vomit in the bowl going unflushed. He grimaced and tapped Wil with a toe just to make sure he was alive. His no good stoner roommate let out an annoyed grunt but refused to move. As a passing courtesy, Ernest flushed the toilet and moved on.

He combed over the balding patch on the back of his head on his way back to his room. At only thirty-five, he was already going bald. Another thing to tack on to the things he hated about the day. As he did so, he passed through the lounge room of the suburban house that he and Wil shared that they had rented back when they had first gotten out of school together. Back then, Wil was a wide-eyed chemistry major with a lead towards a major pharmaceutical company and Ernest was already working at a big bank as an accountant.

Fast forward ten years later and they were still living under the same roof together but in very different circumstances. For one thing, the two college kids had grown up and one was still an accountant at that same bank. Having never even been given a promotion or even a pay raise in his many years of service. And Wil... well, his crowd was currently passed out in the lounge, unconscious or so stoned out of their minds that they didn't even notice Ernest walking past them towards the kitchen.

And naturally, at some point during the night, stoned out of their minds, his 'guests' had decided to drink all the coffee. Although the coffee was likely only one of the things they had drank last night. There were several bottles smashed remains scattered throughout the floor and the remains of discarded blunts and cigarettes spread across the countertops. But that was the least of his worries. Without any coffee Ernest couldn't function and he groaned, running a hand down his face and wincing slightly in surprise at the scratchy stubble beneath his fingers. Letting out another frustrated grunt he turned back to the bathroom to find his razor because of his company's old fashioned dress code and their negative view towards employees having beards.

Something else to hate.

That put him a little behind schedule but at least he managed to get to his car and drive away from 43 Carlton Avenue, clothed, doused in the same cologne that he had used for the past ten years and without his usual morning coffee. Routine carried him out of the same driveway, waving at his trucker neighbour in the same way and down the same street in the suburbs to make the same thirty minute silent drive to his office.

But today... Well, it was a day that Ernest hated.

Twenty minutes out, his car began slowing down. The clunky heep of metal was already old enough as is, considering that it was a hand me down from his older brother who had given it to him once he had gotten married and started a family. Soon the accelerator refused to respond as his car slowed to a crawl, black fumes already erupting from the hood as the vehicle shook violently. He begged, pleaded for this to be a nightmare but it wasn't.

His old Ford Taurus Station Wagon finally let out its last breath just as he was able to pull over to the curb..

But, as fate would have it, things only got worse from there. He had to catch a cab to work but because of the delays he was two hours late. His boss reamed him in front of everyone at their daily stand up for his tardiness and when he got a call from the insurance company, it turned out that they weren't going to cover his car because it was 'too old'. According to the mechanic as well, it was better off as scrap.

Ernest knew that this day was coming but he just couldn't believe it actually happened.

He was relieved when lunch time finally came around and he stepped out of the office for a breath of fresh air, eager to at least get some of the stress, misery and bad luck off him. It was the middle of summer, however, and it was sweltering hot. He grabbed some take away from his favourite place across the street and then found a seat in the nearby park where intended to eat.

Then he realised he had forgotten to get chopsticks.

"Oh fuck me..." he grumbled.

"I take it you're having a bad day."

Ernest turned towards the owner of a voice. A savvy businessman sat down beside him dressed completely in a black suit. Black in this weather was suicide but somehow, the man didn't seem affected by it. The fact that he wore a white shirt and a tie to go with the entire attire was all the more admirable. The man opened his own little container of prepared food, looked to be home-cooked.

"Sorry," Ernest muttered. "Long day. And it's not even half over."

The man laughed softly and lifted a fork out of the black, metallic lunchbox he held. "Now don't think of it like that. Think of it as you have the other half of the day to make things better." He rubbed his brown goatee slightly, the colour matching his eyes and spikey brown hair. "But you sound like you need a break. So here, I've got a spare." He handed the fork to Ernest who was a little stunned at the gesture.

"Are you sure?" It was a metal fork, after all. That wasn't exactly disposable.

"I've got plenty," answered the man. "In fact, I brought a spare. See?" He reached into the box again and pulled out another fork. Ernest frowned and peered over the man's shoulder at the lunch box. Strangely enough, he couldn't see into it. There was just... darkness in the box. But as the man speared something with his fork, he took out what appeared to be a dumpling and began to eat it.

"So tell me," said the stranger. "What's gotten you bummed out?"

Ernest was unsure about spilling his guts to a stranger but this man _did_offer him a fork. So he told his new friend about his day from the miserable lack of sleep, to his car breaking down and then to the moment where he realised he would have to make that long walk back to the takeaway place for some chopsticks.

"But I guess I didn't have to," he mumbled through a mouthful of noodles. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. It was my pleasure."

"I don't even know your name."

The man's brown eyes glistened. "I go by many names. Some call know me as That Guy, the King, Him and even That Colossal Asshole from time to time depending on who you talk to. But in general, you can call me the Director."

Who was he speaking with exactly?

"Um... Okay, Mr. Director. What do you do, exactly?"

"I am the founder, CEO and owner of the Nexus Conglomerate, a collection of corporations with varied interests and reaches into different markets."

"Oh..." Ernest was unsure exactly how to address this man who was clearly important but he had never even heard of this 'Nexus Conglomerate'. "A pleasure to meet you... erm... sir." He lifted the fork slightly. "Thanks for the use of your fork. If there's anything I can do for you..."

The Director gave it some thought and then smile. "There is, in fact, but I don't think letting you have a fork will actually be enough to allow me to call such a favour." The Director stood up, covering his lunchbox again. "Do you have some time to take a trip with me?"

This sounded like the start to a terrible abduction thriller. "Um... I only have an hour for lunch break..."

"Right, of course. Silly me." The Director chuckled. "Well, how about this then? What time do you get off work?"

"Five thirty, same as everyone."

"Indeed." There was something creepy in the way the Director said that one word. "Meet me here at five forty-five. I have a proposal for you that I think might just help you get through the rest of the day, if not the rest of the week."

"I... I don't know if should be taking proposals from someone I just met," Ernest admitted. "No offense, sir."

The Director chuckled softly and shrugged. "Unfortunately, you'll just have to take this on faith alone. If you want to see what my proposal is, come here at the set time. Otherwise, you can go on with your life. I won't hold it against you." He turned his back to Ernest and began to walk away but stopped just a short distance away. "One thing, Ernest," he said over his shoulder. "Change won't happen in your life if you don't take a chance with it. Remember that above all else."

Taking advice from a man he just met seemed equally as stupid as meeting this guy after work hours but he was already behind on his lunch break and he didn't want to berated for a second time that day by his boss. So he quickly finished up his lunch and hurried back to the office. He was panting and had a painful jabbing in his side as he staggered back into his seat and began tapping away at whatever next issue was thrown his way.

In the times that he had a few moments to breathe, he researched the Nexus Conglomerate. The Director was telling the truth in that the Conglomerate was a collection of corporations. But it was more like a collection of megacorporations. They were the leader in dozens of industries and would have had the global market in those industries already if it weren't for the anonymity that surrounded the company. There were a few sites that would explain their products and projects, but They had no storefronts, no way to buy merchandise even on the internet and no way of contacting them directly. It seemed that the only way to get into contact with one of their representatives was to know someone who either worked with the Conglomerate or someone who had already bought one of their products.

Ernest felt a little lucky to have met the Director himself.

Something that caught his eye was the branch of the Conglomerate based entirely around motor vehicles.

Drive-N it was called.

Apparently, they were experimenting on nanotechnology that would allow cars to have 'smart armour' that could concentrate mass into a location of impact to reduce damage to the passengers and driver. It was highly adaptive but apparently needed a unique, patented fuel that only their company could produce. The cars themselves were not yet on the market and needed to undergo a lot more testing but there were images of them and they all looked incredible. Sleek, sporty, fast.

"I wish," Ernest muttered.

He went through the rest of his day without much incident, keeping his head low so that he wasn't pinned down for one issue or another.

When five twenty-five came around, he began debating on whether or not he should go to that meeting or take that lonely cab ride through peak hour traffic back to his home with his stoner roommate.

At five twenty-six, he was drumming his fingers across his desk in an attempt to stimulate his brain into thinking about the pros and cons about meeting the Director again. Everything was telling him that he had nothing to lose.

Five twenty-seven and he was scratching his five-o'clock shadow trying as he began shutting down his computer for the night. He had yet to come to a conclusion on the meeting.

One minute later at five twenty-eight he was purposefully slowing down his packing. Some part of him said that if he could stall for another seventeen minutes, he could shrug it off as being late and though he tried to make the meeting, he was just too busy.

Five twenty-nine, he was ready to go and took a long, arduous walk towards the elevators. He even asked his boss if he was needed for anything to which he got a gruff and slightly playful 'get out of here'.

Five thirty on the dot and he was travelling down the elevator and got to the bottom just thirty seconds later.

There was nothing to it and he took the ten minute walk to the park. He saw the Director standing exactly where they were had their little exchanger earlier in the day. Since he was there already, he decided he might as well see what the man had to offer. If it was a new job with better pay and decent respect, who was he to argue? Maybe it was just a proposal to go out for some drinks even though it was just a Monday.

And he could always say 'no'.

Right?

"Ah, five minutes early," the Director said, spotting him and smiling. "I like that in a man."

Or maybe the Director was hitting on him?

Ernest shook that thought out of his head.

"I'm here, sir," he said. "What was your proposal?"

"It's actually at the entrance of the park," said the mysterious man, pointing in the opposite direction to where Ernest had come from. "Follow me."

So it was something material. Alright, he could get behind that.

Ernest followed the Director wordlessly out of the park. He didn't give any thought to the fact that there was no one else in the streets or the park. The city had mysteriously become abandoned just as it should have been that time of day when everyone was scurrying home. No birds sang, no wind blew. Everything was unsettlingly still.

Then he saw it.

A big, red, flashy sports car with wicked yellow speed stripes that almost made it look like the monster was made of fire. Its low clearance, polished coating and sleek design was everything that a man with impeccable taste in cars would have wanted. For Ernest, he was never much of a 'rev-head' but he knew such a vehicle screamed power, wealth and, to some degree, masculinity.

Then the Director stood beside it and gestured at the car.

"This is yours."

Ernest's eyes widened. "W - w - what?"

"It's our new vehicle. The Drive-N Transcend. It's been tested thoroughly and is both extremely safe and fast as well. It can turn on a dime, jump from zero to sixty in less than twenty seconds and is coated in the latest ablative armour to ensure that if you do get into a crash, impact is minimised. You also get a cup holder."

"N - N - no," stammered Ernest. "You're just giving this car to me?"

"On one condition," said the Director, lifting a finger. "I ask that you promote this vehicle and Drive-N as much as possible. Spread the word so to speak."

Ernest's might as well have picked up his jaw from the floor as he moved in front of the car. It was sleek, vicious and left his mouth dry. The large emblem of Drive-N was embedded in the front with the word 'Transcend' just beneath it. Its licence plate read 'POW-3RD'. He rand his hand over the hood and felt a tingle run up his arm.

He didn't know what to say.

"Go on, try him out."

He glanced up at the Director. "Aren't cars normally called a 'her'?"

"Would you call something like this a woman?"

He chuckled and headed towards the driver's side seat. The car door swung upwards instead of outwards and he slipped inside, feeling the sleek, leather upholstery against his back. The vehicle seemed built for someone much bigger in size than he was as the seat was pulled back quite far but he adjusted the seat. The keys were already in the ignition. With a shaking hand, he gripped the key and gave it a firm twist.

Vrrrrrrrrrrrm!

The entire car sprang to life with a tremendous roar and rumble that shook Ernest to his very core. It started to purr, making him shiver with delight. He never knew he could love a car like the one he was in now.

It definitely was a male.

"What do you think?" the Director asked, standing by the window with his hands folded behind his back.

"It's amazing!" he exclaimed with a big grin. "God, this feels so right."

"I'm glad you think so." The Director lifted a finger again. "Now, registration is fully handled by us. You don't need to pay that but any fines you accrue will be on you, naturally. The car is registered under you, after all. You'll be expected to send him in for maintenance every six months and make sure to tell any new converts to tell us that you sent them so that we know. You'll receive a ten thousand dollar bonus for every new client you bring in with us. Lastly, he runs on a special fuel manufactured only by Drive-N."

"How will I fill him up?" Ernest asked, completely ignoring the fact that the Director had somehow registered the car under his name without ever having given the man his name before.

"You'll figure it out, I'm sure," answered the Director enigmatically. "Now give him a whirl. If you have any queries, there's a hotline number in the glove compartment. Enjoy."

Ernest didn't need further prompting and gave the engine another loud rev. With an almost manic grin on his face, he roared down the street as fast as the speed limit would allow him. He loved the roar of the new car and the feel of the steering wheel beneath his hands. He had never held this much power before. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, his heart racing just as much as the car. He weaved in and out of the lanes, sweeping past other motorists whose heads turned at the sound of the monster that roared past them.

The drive all the way back to his house seemed almost too short but even after he pulled up into the driveway, he couldn't turn the engine off. He was simply _vibrating_from the exhilaration of being in the car. He stepped out, quivering from head to toe and eager to show off to Wilfred.

Then he reconsidered.

Did he really want his stoner of a roommate to know that he had a sweet new ride?

They were best friends for a long time so he owed Wil at least some degree of honesty. But that didn't mean he had to be honest right away. Ernest wanted to at least spend some time with the car first before Wil filled it up with his acrid stench of threw up in it.

Ernest jumped back in the driver's seat and zoomed out of the driveway, just cruising casually around the block a couple of time. He lost track of time and the sun quickly began to set. That was no issue. There was something exhilarating about watching the lights from the streets zoom by like lasers in the night sky.

Hearing his engine's purr gave him the urge to hear it roar and he knew the right place.

There was a cliff up in the mountains that teenagers called 'The Edge' simply because... well, being teenagers it was a place where they would reach the metaphorical 'edge' of their virginity. Ernest, having been pudgy from high school, had never gone up there but he knew about it well enough. He put the GPS in the car to good use and was awed when a virtual display flashed in front of him on the windscreen, sort of a non-intrusive augmented reality display.

This car just had so many surprises.

He reached The Edge and wasn't at all surprised that it was abandoned. It _was_a Monday, after all and school had cut out hours ago. With a grin, he drove up to the railings, put the car into park and just leaned back, enjoying the view of the city and feeling of being inside the powerful car. The city lights twinkled before him, a carpet of tiny stars and silhouetted buildings.

He pushed the accelerator and the car roared.

"Yeeeeah..." he moaned, a grin on his face. "That's it..."

He rolled the window down and gave the pedal another push.

"Hear that, world!?" he roared. "I'm the fucking king!"

Some part of him registered that he had never done that before but he didn't care. Not anymore. He had all the power in the world that he needed and he was never going to let it go. He slammed on the accelerator, hearing his monster roar. He threw his head back, letting out a loud cry as he did so. The entire car vibrated with the unnatural strength. Ernest actually felt himself growing hard with the vibrations and shamelessly reached around his rounded belly to give his tenting pants a little rub.

"Feels so good..." he moaned. He bit his lower lip and let out a soft whine before giving the accelerator another push.

Rrrrip!

He was pulled out of his stupor and glanced around in surprise. The sound of ripping for a big guy like him was not good. At first, he looked towards his crotch, wondering if his erection had actually torn right through his pants. As flattering as that would have been, that wasn't the case. Instead, the tearing came from his feet, particularly the one pressed against the accelerator.

It took him a second to register that his worn, black shoe had actually been shredded and were now resting withered against the back of his massive foot. A foot that didn't look at all... human. Right before his eyes, the appendage continued to grow, his toes stretching and thickening with black claws jutting out from the tip. Brown fur began sprouting all over his foot just as bones cracked and snapped loudly, reforging into a new shape.

Strangely, there was no pain. Each bone that reshaped, each muscle that stretched and grew was burst of warmth and pleasure followed by a vibration throughout his entire body just like the feeling he got when revving up the engine.

"Wh - What...?" he stammered.

Then his foot, completely out of his control, slammed on the accelerator. The car roared and he felt his entire body shake violently, a lusty cry escaping from his lips. His other foot shot out of his shoes, taking on the same shape as his other appendage and sending the same, quivering feelings throughout his entire body. Leathery footpads pressed up against the carpet of the car and it just felt so right.

He stepped on the accelerator again, this time just a little bit more willingly. His calves undulated, gurgling loudly. Raw meat and strength pumped through the flabby muscles. Fat was instantly converted into muscle, the hard heart-shaped muscles erupting from his brown slacks with a loud ripping noise. His lower leg stretched up to the knee, rising even higher than his waist. He looked utterly ridiculous possessing a lower leg that was even longer and thicker than his thighs.

"No..." he moaned. "This can't be... Ooooooh!"

A moan rose from his throat as a thick vein pushed up against his flesh quickly followed by a rush of brown fur that crept up from his feet all over his calves. That vein wormed its way up his knees, fortifying the bones and pumping them with more size. It disappeared momentarily in the bunch of bones before reappearing on its way up his thighs.

Ernest, now panicked tried to swat at the vein, trying to keep it from pushing further up his leg but -

Vrrrrrrrrrrooom!

.... his foot slammed on the accelerator again and his entire body convulsed pleasure like he had just been hit with the most powerful, mind-blowing orgasm in his life. His hands froze where they were, letting the vein shoot up his thigh and devour every ounce of fat in them. Hard muscles instantly pushed up the remainder of his slacks, tearing through them with a tremendous burst of raw muscle and strength.

Ernest was left panting, sweat rolling over his entire body as he desperately grit his teeth and tried to fight whatever it was that was happening to him. But as more and more of his body changed into... into whatever this was, he was finding it harder and harder to resist. The vibrations of the car were filling more and more of his body. His legs just felt like a conduit by which the quakes could go through to the rest of his body and as his thighs blossomed into huge, tree trunk-like masses proportionate to his massive calves, he was finding his resistance failing.

His knees were know pressing up against the dashboard and with a grunt, he instinctively reached down and pulled the seat back. The movement was abrupt and he immediately reached out to stabilise himself, gripping the steering wheel. The moment he did so, he realised he had made a big mistake.

"No..." he gasped. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out another roar matched only by the tremendous growl of the car's engines. His arm's throbbed. His fingers stretched and grew, thick, brown fur springing up all over them while leathery pads appeared across his palms. Veins crisscrossed the back of his hands and seeped down his forearms, momentarily disappearing into the folds of his shirt. Muscles instantly build and strained sleeves of his shirt before tearing them completely at the seams, every division between the muscle groups clearly visible against his taut, sweaty skin.

With an incredible amount of free will, he tore off his left arm from the wheel and began groping for the car door. If he could get out, maybe he could still avoid whatever was happening to him, he reasoned. But his arm shot outwards with new length and reached out the open window. His biceps throbbed as they grew into enormous watermelon sized orbs. Desperate, he slammed his huge paw against the car's side, looking for the door handle. As more and more strength pumped through his veins, however, he turned his desperate grabs into fisted slams, beating the door as he began egging on the change.

"No..." he grunted, his paws tightening on the steering wheel. "No... more... give me... more!"

He slammed his huge foot on the gas pedal and that shock hit his body again, his cock jerking in joy. He could feel it straining against the remnants of his pants and briefs. It was growing. It was actually growing after becoming erect! The smell of his arousal filled the car and it was so strong so, masculine. He had never felt like this before and he loved it. The power. The strength. The lust. It was more than he could handle but he wanted more.

With another roar from the car, his cock burst free of its confines, stretching up to an impressive thirteen inches in height. But it was different. It wasn't exactly his cock. Its flesh was bright pink and sensitive to the touch. Thick veins ran all over its frame and as he squeezed down on it with his free hand, his whole body seized up. He shamelessly began jerking the thick piece of meat over and over again, all the while giving the car constant, pulsing gas.

The fat all over his belly withered away, all that mass pushing up towards his chest and shoulder. That left his abdominals which quickly grew and blossomed into a row of eight, firmly stacked cubes of firm muscle framed by a 'v' shaped torso. A rising groan filled his throat. His chest was growing bigger and bigger, first pectoral muscles pushing up and straining against his shirt. With another rev of the engine, his chest burst free and a shot of precum exploded from the tip of his cock and splattered all over his new, fuzzy chest. He looked down at the perfectly square mountains covered in dark brown, thick chest hair and grinned.

The brown fur spreading all over his body coalesced at the peaks of his pectorals, covering every inch of his body in the smooth coat. However, his dark chest hair remained, forming an impressive crest that only carried and contained his masculine scent all the more. He could feel a tingling on his arm and he took a moment to lift his paw away from his cock to watch as thicker, darker brown fur began springing up his forearms on top of his shiny, smooth undercoat. He lifted his arm and watched as the same kind of fur, carrying his strong scent, grew from his armpits.

He couldn't help but bend down and sniff them. His cock burst with another, thicker shot of precum. His excitement couldn't be contained anymore in his incomplete shape. He revved the engine again, fully know that the roar of the car was what was changing him into this massive, god of masculinity. He let out an accompanying roar, no longer resistant to the changes. An immense pressure erupted from the base of his spine. It stubbornly didn't release and he revved the engine again. That only built it up and he was left frustrated. So close, so nearly free.

One last rev and -

Rrrrip!

The last vestiges of his pants and briefs were thrown all over the car. A thick, muscular tail covered in the same brown fur erupted from the base of his spine, slipping through a previously unnoticed hole in the back of the seat. It slammed against the back seats excitedly.

There was no stopping it now.

Ernest roared, pumping the gas pedal over and over again. His back erupted with new muscles, shrugging off the last of his shirt to leave him completely naked save for the remnants of his shoes clinging onto his ankles and a few shreds of his shirt around his wrist. His eyes wild and lustful, he lunged forward and let out a roar as he gave the gas pedal one last slam.

His features rocketed forward, the flat, human shape shooting outwards to form a long, strong muzzle covered in the same brown fur. His nose flattened to a point and whiskers jutted out of his expanding cheeks, following his nose as it reached the tip of his emerging muzzle. His ears immediately migrated to the top of his head, lengthening into two, long rods capable of swivelling around with ease. To top it all off, a scratchy brown fuzz covered his cheeks in a sexy five o'clock shadow above his existing fur.

As his changes reached their end his cock suddenly erupted, mighty baseball sized balls churning cum throughout his impressive rod. Ernest was thrown back into the seat in shock as his dick pumped all the remnants of human spunk out of his body and spilled it all over him. His body convulsed constantly with every burst of seed, his eyelids flickering with his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His lips moved, mouthing strange words as knowledge was passed into him. With each orgasm, more and more of Ernest Stryker was lost in favour of details such as car maintenance, perfect driving conditions, expert manoeuvres and loyalty to Drive-N and the Nexus Conglomerate.

And two words.

A name.

A species.

Road Roo.

The white liquid pumping out of his cock soon took on a less... sticky consistency, almost completely fluid as it poured out of his dick. While still remaining a creamy white, it no longer carried his DNA and held a strong, musky odour that filled the entire car. His hips jerked for the final time and the precious fuel in his balls erupted and splattered all over his body.

Ernie sighed and slumped into his seat, a content smile on his features. All the seed all over his body instantly went to work. The suit and tie would no longer suit such a manly man like him. No, instead the cum began reshaping itself to build a strong, white T-shirt over his broad, muscled chest covered by a thick, brown, leather utility vest. He didn't wear an undershirt beneath. That would just be too many layers. Though it would have constrained his massive package, the cum nonetheless seeped down his legs, covering his fur and quickly turning into a pair of artfully shredded denim pants. Naturally the fly was open to let his still-hard cock room to breathe and throb.

Ernie Stryker opened his eyes just as he noticed someone approaching him.

"Hey man," began the newcomer. "I heard someone screaming. Are you -"

The guy, a teenager wearing a letterman jacket from a local high school stopped.

Ernie grinned and pushed the car door upwards.

He stepped out, his bare kangaroo feet crunching against the door and rose to his full eight feet in height of thick, lean muscle. He grinned from ear to ear, flexing his big pectorals and stretching the fabric of his new clothes. His eyes lifted from the teenager's stunned features to the awful, rusty blue pickup truck parked a few yards away from him.

"That your ride?"

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Case: Holden

Trent Holden was eighteen years of age. He was on the high school football team, a starter at the defensive end position. That made him naturally bulky and strong. Most defensive ends tended to be a little tubby for extra mass but Trent liked the lean look and - though he didn't like to stereotype - he thought his Chinese heritage naturally gave him some lean mass and a high metabolism. At 6'2'', he was taller than his dad and mom and the biggest in his family, even bigger than his college brother, Alvin.

He was also popular. The drafts for the high school yearbook came out and he was voted 'Most Likely to Land a Modelling Job' and that rocketed him up the popularity ladder. Girls were all over him, fawning over him and telling him how handsome he was by running their hands around his chiselled square jaw and through his spikey, brown-black hair. He would flex for them and they would swoon.

On top of that, he was also smart. Not just a dumb jock. Again, not to stereotype, but his parents did pressure him to perform with his studies so he made sure that he was a level A Grade average. Colleges were knocking on his door with offers. What better combination than a great sportsman like him with a good GPA, right?

But there was a downfall to all this.

One of which was that he was still a virgin.

The senior social had come and gone and unfortunately, he had gone on his date with the ultra-Christian Bethany Alders. They had danced, kissed and cuddled all night but nothing had happened between them. Frankly, he didn't really feel anything for the cheerleader but he just didn't want to end his high school career with the black mark of 'virgin' on his name. With only a month and a half before he graduated, everyone was too stressed about finals to do or start anything.

Existing couples had the advantage of boning one another during this tumultuous time. Lonely unattached people always had their computer screens and porn. Even the teachers were known to have their own vices here and there. But Trent? He couldn't even masturbate in peace. With five brothers and sisters _plus_his parents, he had no privacy in his own home and he was far too decent to do it in public even behind the locked doors of a toilet stall. It didn't help that he shared a bedroom with his older brother who was already in college.

But today, he would try to break that.

Bethany may be ultra-Christian but there were rumours flying around that even she was starting to get a little edgy. The word 'prude' was being thrown around and it was affecting her. They had been going out for months now and while the whole 'I want to wait until marriage because it's what the Bible says' thing was still a very prominent mantra for her she was still a teenager. She had needs.

And today, Trent would try to exploit it.

He swaggered over to where Beth was standing beside her cheerleader friends, all of them gathered around one of their lockers. One of her friends, Anna he thought, saw him first and gently tapped Beth on the shoulder before whispering in her ear. Beth turned and saw him, a pleasant smile crossing her features. That cross pendant of her glimmered in the afternoon sun reminding him just what he was up against.

"Hey Beth," he greeted casually. He flashed his perfect smile and leaned against the lockers, making sure that the girl got a good view of his biceps and pecs as he did so. "Ladies, could I get some time to Beth in private?"

The cheerleaders giggled and told Beth that they would see her back in class. They all shared the same classes, after all. Every one of them. Apart from their physical appearances, it was like they were clones of one another. The only reason Trent picked Beth was because she was blonde, had blue eyes and the biggest rack of them all. Maybe it was being stereotypically Asian of him again and maybe a little racist but the governing factor of why he picked Beth really was that she was Caucasian.

"So what did you want to want to talk about, Trent?" Beth asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Finals are coming up," Trent said casually. "I'm gonna be pretty busy with football practice, studying and God knows what else."

Beth slapped his chest playfully though he was pretty sure it was just an attempt to brush her soft, supple hands against his pecs. "Don't use God's name in vain, Trent."

She loved it when he spouted profanity. Good girls liked bad boys, after all.

"Yeah well I probably won't be seeing you much because of all that stuff," he grunted.

Her features turned into a pout. "Really? That's terrible..."

"I know but you know my parents. No distractions from my studies. They want me to get into a good school." He flashed her a cheeky grin. "But you know, their 'curfew' doesn't actually start until next Monday. And they're gonna be out of town this weekend. What do you say you come over to my place and you can give me a little... good luck charm?" He winked at her slyly. "You know, just leave a little bit of me in you so that I'll always be there for you?"

Feeling emboldened, he reached over to her and gently ran his hand over her shoulder.

"Trent!" she snapped, slapping his hand. "I told you before! I'm waiting until marriage!"

He rolled his eyes and groaned. "Come on, baby, I know you've got needs. We'll be careful. It'll just be some fun." Again, he put on his most charming smile and gave Beth a lewd smile. "You and me. Doing it all night and day..."

She hissed at him - actually hissed - and took a step back. "You're disgusting, Trent! If you can't hold it in your pants then you better find another girlfriend!"

He scowled at her. "Please, I don't need you. I've got tonnes of chicks after me. You will never get a guy to commit to you when you're not even willing to put out once!"

"Life isn't about sex, Trent. God teaches -"

Trent just shook his head and banged his fist against the locker. "Fuck God!" he growled. "And you know what? Fuck you! We've been going out for three years, Beth. Three years and every time I so much as touch you, you put some big, bearded guy in frilly white robes between you and me!" He took a step back and turned his back to her. "Well I'm done! I get more love from my right hand than you!"

"If that's how you feel..." she scowled firmly. "Then fine. I don't need you either, you selfish asshole!"

And that was how a three year high school fling ended.

Trent spent the rest of the afternoon just scowling and growling at anyone that came his way. News quickly spread that he was back on the market but no one wanted to pounce on him just yet lest they invoke the wrath of Bethany Alders. The wrath of a cheerleader especially one as zealously devoted to God as Beth was like unleashing the ten plagues. There would be swarms of cheerleaders coming down on you, blood would be spilled and someone was going to die... or at least their reputation would.

He wasn't too bothered though.

Someone would jump on his single status in a few days. Probably one of the cheerleaders who had enough power to challenge Beth's popularity or at least had more friends than her. Hopefully someone who was a little looser. Actually... _much_looser.

Thinking back now, he didn't understand why he had let such a relationship go on for so long Perhaps there was something tantalising about having a relationship where Beth constantly rejected his advances. The power of 'No' was quite powerful in that way but now, Trent found himself free of her hook. He was actually feeling good about himself. He liked it being single for a while. At least now none of his friends would be taunting him about how he didn't get any.

They were actually rather sympathetic towards his plight, calling Beth a 'prude' among other things. One of his best friends actually suggested a 'Devil's Three Way' with this particularly loose girl that he was dating. Tempting as it was, he decided he wanted to enjoy single life for a little longer before he started hunting for booty.

Besides, he wasn't entirely lying about his parent's ban on distractions from his studies beginning until the weekend. He figured, he would have some girl to bang by the weekend. He'd waited three years, a few more days wouldn't hurt.

But now that he had that ball and chain gone, he was sort of getting little anxious to get off. Masturbation was always an option but he wanted something more... substantial. He was finding himself getting hard in class and trying subtly to adjust himself under the table. Every hour saw at least a few moments when he would find his dick rubbing up against his pants. He only grew to resent Beth more and more for the state that she had left him in. He was even considering banging Hillary Newton, the mousy librarian who lusted over him for years, but with her tiny frame she would likely break against his weight if he tried. But he had standards.

Practice was no different.

He got a lot of flak and a few gay jokes thrown his way when his teammates saw him with a hard on while changing. His best friends defended him but even they couldn't help but throw a few homophobic slurs at him. He naturally wrestled them into submission but that ended when the coach broke them up.

The end of the day couldn't come sooner and he was all too eager to hurry home, get in the shower and beat one off... or maybe a few off. He headed towards his car, an old hand-me-down of a bomb but one with a lot of character. The pickup truck was an awful sky blue colour and had the edges already rusted off. Its wheels were dangerously worn and the seats had the edges frayed and the padding beneath showing through.

But it was his car and he loved it.

Definitely more than he loved Beth.

He actually began to question whether or not he actually loved Beth or she just had him on her hook.

Shrugging it off, he tossed his bag into the passenger side seat and started the old girl up. It roared and spluttered. That was just part of her character. It handled like a drunk dumpster truck and ate through fuel like a monster but he still loved it.

He was off campus and heading back home when he briefly glanced over at the mountains just outside of town. Stories of The Edge filled his mind and the many, many, many times he had tried to coax Beth into going there with him. But 'God wouldn't let her' so he was forced to remain celibate just like she was. Sadly he didn't have a girl in his truck with him right now so going there was moot but he could at least fantasise.

With a shrug, he drove away from the suburbs and headed on up the road. The sun had started to set and by the time he had reached the base of the mountains by the time it was well and truly dark. When he flicked on the headlights, they actually flickered back and forth three times before they actually spurted into life and illuminated his path.

Trent gave himself a little smile as he rolled down the window since the air conditioner didn't work. The cool, warm, summer air wafted against his olive skin and he leaned an arm against the window.

Then he heard a very strange sound.

It was a tremendous roar followed by a thunderous growling. At first he thought it was a mountain lion... or perhaps his engine starting to give out. He started slowing down just to make sure that it wasn't his truck. Then it came again and this time, he heard like someone was actually screaming.

Someone was in need of help.

Trent may not be a devout follower of God but he was at least a decent human being. If someone was stuck up here with their car dead, the least he could do was offer them a lift or at least a jump start. He raced on ahead as the cries and roars grew louder and louder. The cries were likely from frustration as the owner desperately tried to get their vehicle to start. Trent could sympathise. He had been there many times before.

He wondered briefly if God would decide to throw some good karma his way if he helped out a stranger. Wasn't that how religion worked? You do some good for someone and some good will come back for you? Or was that a different religion? He couldn't recall.

Whatever the case, he heard another cry ring out from up ahead and the roar of an engine boom through the trees. It was funny, it sounded more like someone was revving up an engine but the shouts were definitely desperate.

Interestingly enough, as he came up to the intersection leading up to The Edge, he heard the same cry echoing down from the mountain.

As he waited for the light to change, the shouts started to sound less desperate and more...lustfull. With the frightened shrieks tinged with loud moans that were drowned out by a loud engines roar.

Keeping his foot on the break he began wondering if someone was really in trouble. Coming to The Edge with a girl was essentially a teenage male's coming of age point. It might just be some loud couple enjoying their first time. Still, it would probably be a good idea to check. As the light changed his old blue truck creaked as he turned towards the path that lead up the mountain. As Trent continued to drive his mind started to wander. If he did get accepted to a prestigious college, he'd move out of this town and never experience the magic of The Edge. After living in the town for his whole life, it was bred into him that he had to have his first time there.

With graduation just a few months away and summer vacation shortly afterwards, he still had some time. Though with each passing second, he was starting to feel the looming deadline come closer and closer.

"This is stupid," he muttered to himself. "I can get any chick I want. I'm not going to leave this town a virgin."

Admittedly, there was one part of him that wondered if he should be spending more time in town hitting up girls than driving up to the Edge fantasising about hitting up girls. These thoughts were interrupted by the tremendous, almost final, roar from whatever was making the noise up ahead. Seemed that the guy had given up. Trent would be his little guardian angel and at least give him a lift back to town.

That proved, at the very least, that Trent wasn't a selfish asshole like Beth accused him of.

He found himself at The Edge which had a beautiful vista of the city. It was little wonder that it was the place where teenagers went for a nice night of coupling and maybe a little something else. There was a hot, red sports car parked there already. Trent wondered if he wasn't the only poor sap who had blue balls this night. Maybe the guy had taken a girl up here then his car gave out and now they were both stuck.

Maybe he could be the night in shining armour and might even get a little reward for his services.

"God I'm horny," he muttered and parked a good distance away from the sport car.

He stepped out of his truck and headed over. "Hey man," he called out. "I heard someone screaming. Are you -"

He cut himself off as the car door opened and an enormous figure stepped out, bare footpaws crunching against the gravel on the ground. His eyes widened. If he wasn't sure that he was wide awake, he would have pinched himself awake because what stood before him was completely impossible.

It - no, he - was an enormous kangaroo. Except this marsupial had human-like proportions. Broad, muscled chest, thick arms and even bigger legs capped off with huge feet. A faint brown fuzz covered his muzzle over the lighter, brown fur and he wore human clothing that seemed too big to be sold in any retail store.

The enormous creature looked past Trent.

"That your ride?"

Before Trent could answer, the roo strode over to Trent's truck, his huge foot long erect dick leading the way. Trent snapped himself out of his stupor as the huge creature passed him. His fight or flight instincts were kicking in with favouritism towards flight but the roo was heading towards _his_truck. He briefly thought of taking the sports car but he couldn't abandon his baby.

"H - H - hey!" he stammered, rushing up towards the creature.

"She's got a lot of character," rumbled the roo in a deep baritone that shook Trent down to the core. He ran a huge padded paw over the hood of the car. "She's an old girl, though. Bet she could use a tune up."

Without even asking, the roo popped open the hood and began examining the engine.

Trent instantly realised that this was his change. The roo wasn't looking at him so he could easily jump into the cabin, start the engine and get the hell out of here before this... thing did something to him. Maybe it was just a really big guy in a kangaroo suit. Regardless, this guy wasn't the kind of company that Trent wanted to be with for too long.

Another thought crossed his mind.

What if... What if this guy was some sort of serial killer. He had come up to The Edge with some girl he had seduced and he now had her mutilated corpse in the back of his car. What if that wasn't even his car? What if he was some sort of sick weirdo that had come out of the woods, seen a couple making out at The Edge like teenagers had done for years and fucked them before killing them? What if Trent had just interrupted him while he was get off after or during his kill?

Trent did not want to be another victim.

He quietly snuck towards the cabin and pulled open the door.

"Oooooh fuck yeaaaaah..."

That moan was a little... odd. He heard a quick series of pants followed by a content sigh. His curiosity got the better of him and he dared to peek around his truck's hood. There, he found the roo spraying a load of cum into his engine! There was already a flood of sticky white seed under the hood, steaming as they touched the hot parts.

"What the hell man!?" Trent exclaimed instinctively. "The fuck are you doing cumming all over my truck!"

The roo gave him a lopsided grin. "Relax man. I'm making it better."

"Better!? How the fuck is spraying your fucking kangaroo milk all over my car making it better?"

The roo shrugged and gestured at the engines. "I dunno. Why don't you have a look for yourself?"

Trent, his brow knotted in fury glanced at his truck's engines. One by one, the wrinkles across his brow began to ease and fade. The old, twisted wires, tubes and metal pieces of his engines began to morph and twist right before his eyes. The worn logo of his engines melted away in to a sleek, black frame that unlike any engine he had ever seen before. It was cylindrical, futuristic and looked almost like a miniature cement mixer with a big turbine contained inside. The word 'Drive-N' was etched onto the side and all over the pipes that spread from it.

The new engine was surprisingly smaller than what it had been before but that left room for other things. New devices began springing up the very cum that the roo had sprayed all over his hood. He didn't know what half of them were but they were new, much cleaner and replaced every piece of aged technology that had once been there.

"What the hell...?" he whispered, lifting his gaze towards the roo. "Who are you...?" Then it occurred to him that the huge, foot long cock was very organic and very real. It wasn't some prop. "What are you?"

The marsupial grinned at him, showing off his perfect teeth. "Name's Ernie Stryker. I'm a loyal employee of Drive-N, the automotive branch of the Nexus Conglomerate. And you, my man, just got a free sample."

"A free... What?"

Ernie gently gripped Trent's shoulder - it was warm - and guided him towards the cabin. "Go on. Give her a start. See how she feels."

With a shaky hand, Trent stepped into his truck. He gripped the steering wheel tentatively. Ernie was grinning at him in a friendly way and there was definitely nothing threatening about the way he was acting. Every part of Trent was telling him to kick up the engines and get away as fast as possible. But he had to admit there was some part of him that was curious about what this new engine could do.

He gave the keys a twist.

Brrrrroooom!

The rusty frame of the truck shook with the roar of the engine. It was like listening to a lion roar. Though his engines did use to grumble and splutter, it was nothing like this. This was a healthy, proud, tremendous roar of a waking monster.

"Whoa..." he whispered.

"I know, right?" Ernie said with a grin. He patted the door lightly. "Too bad the rest of your ride is a little rusty. 'Course I could always help with that."

"You... You can?" Trent asked, his throat dry. He had an eerie feeling he knew exactly what Ernie was talking about and was afraid as to what the roo would ask in return.

"Yeah. If you don't mind me spraying my cum all over your ride, that is. Well, it ain't really cum."

Trent was feeling more curious now instead of afraid and stepped out of his truck, leaving the engine on. "It isn't?"

"Nope. Mix of nanobot and nanofuel concentrate." Ernie rubbed his furry balls hanging out between the fly of his pants. Nanofuel is what's used to keep the engines running and the nanobots go through the pipes and veins of my bad boy to make sure he's in tip top shape." He hiked a thumb over his shoulder at his sports car. "Any nanobots that don't get used in repair turn into nanofuel for the engines to guzzle up."

Trent frowned and glanced over at his engines. That all sounded _really_expensive and now he had a similar engine that ran on that kind of stuff. "I don't suppose petrol will work, will it?"

"Bad for the environment and pricy as hell," Ernie with a shake of his head. "Besides, this way I can provide my own fuel. No need to stop at a gas station." He rubbed his still erect cock.

"Right... and now I have an engine like yours too..."

"Hmmm... Guess you do," Ernie said with a shrug. "So I guess you'll be needing a way to keep your baby pumped, huh?" He leaned down so that they were almost nose to nose. "What's your name, kid?"

"Trent," he responded firmly. "Trent Holden." He suddenly pushed Ernie back but only managed to move the massive roo an inch. He imagined that must have been how Beth felt when brushing her hands against his pectorals. It was like trying to move a brick wall! "And now you've gone and turned my truck's engines into some piece of crap I can't afford or maintain! Low blow, dude."

Ernie gave him a smug smirk. "Well, there is one way you can maintain it."

"What? Give you a booty call every time I'm low on gas? What the fuck are you? Some sort of kangaroo-man hybrid?"

The towering mammal gave him a grin. "Something like that. But before we go further, what's a smoking hot jock with some juicy pork buns like you doing up here alone?" Without warning, Ernie reached up with one paw and gave Trent's left pectoral a squeeze. The other paw reached around Trent's waist and gave his ass a squeeze.

Trent gulped loudly and his cheeks began to burn in embarrassment not only from the question but also the attention he was getting. He had been hit on by girls all the time and sometimes a few guys but this... this was different. It was like he was the prey this time and he... he sort of liked it. He was used to being the centre of attention but this was something entirely. Not to mention that it was something he needed...

"I... Uh... Erm..." he mumbled.

"You know the reputation of this place, don't you?" Ernie whispered in his ear. "This is the place where people go to lose their virginity."

"I know that..." Trent muttered, lowered his gaze, his cheeks burning. But as he did drop his gaze, his eyes fell onto that inviting, thick, throbbing member pressing up against his chest.

"You hoping tonight was going to be your night, Trent?"

The words came tumbling out of his mouth before he even got to think about them. "Yeah..." Before he could correct himself, a big, furry muzzle pushed up against his lips and a long, flat tongue ploughed deep into his throat. His cock instantly sprang to attention and all his pent up sexual frustrations over the past few years came boiling up to the point where he almost blew his load there and then.

Trent grunted and leaned into the kiss, throwing his arms around Ernie's massive shoulders and letting the huge kangaroo lift him up in those massive arms. Trent's eyelids fluttered in bliss, as Ernie's long tongue danced in his mouth, laced with nanobot-infused saliva. He unwittingly swallowed the alien brew and the nanobots instantly went to work rewiring his thoughts. Pleasurable sensations dominated his entire body, causing his skin to tingle, his cock to throb with need and his stomach to twist in knots.

There was still some part of him that realised this was very strange, not wrong, just strange. That part pulled away from the kiss, gasping heavily. "I wouldn't mind calling you ever time I needed a fill up..." he murmured with a smile.

"Or..." Ernie began, pushing their noses together with a coy smile on his face. "You could make your own."

"I... I could...?"

The massive kangaroo flexed his arm in front of Trent, causing the teenager's eyes to boggle at the sight of that huge, furry mound straining the fabric of the white shirt and the thick veins crossing it. "You want this, Trent? You want to be just like this?"

"Y - Y - Yes..." Trent begged, the nanobots having removed any sense of doubt in him. "Yes! Turn me!"

Ernie flashed him a grin and scooped him up in his huge arms. Trent, quivering with delight and apprehension, found himself clutching to the kangaroo as this marvellous stranger carried him over to the back of his pickup truck and set him down gently against the dusty, rusty tray. Just by the way the kangaroo was looming over the teenager, Trent knew what was coming next. He wasn't opposed to it. Something told him that he should be but for some reason, he just wasn't. Instead, he willingly pulled down his pants, revealing his impressive erect six inches of human, cut dick already leaking profusely. The nanobots had gone to work and had begun pushing what made him human out of his body in the most pleasurable way possible.

"You're a big boy, aren't you?" Ernie said, licking his lips. He ran his paws over Trent's thick thighs, built over years of running and lifting.

"Not as big as you..." Trent said, mesmerised by the thick, red dick constantly dripping pre onto the tray of his truck. There was a moment where he realised that thing wouldn't fit in him but that was quickly overwritten by the demand to make it fit.

"You're going to make a great Road Roo," said Ernie. He lifted Trent's legs into the air, resting the teen's feet against his broad shoulders. He angled his dick into Trent's virgin pucker. Shots of precum splashed onto the hole, making Trent quiver with anticipation while lubricating it. Then he began to push.

The first touch of that red hot joey-maker in Trent was incredible. Lights sprang on in his mind and his entire body went rigid. The nanobots in his body were poised. They just needed the fuel that Ernie would no doubt provide. They were ready, ready to make the change to Trent that he now sorely craved. An inch of Ernie's dick sunk into Trent and the teen got his first blast of nanofuel laced with just a comparatively smaller amount of nanobots.

Trent gasped. There was a flash of pain but that quickly faded into pleasure and arousal. His cock jerked violently even without his touch it sprayed precum all over his letterman jacket farther than it had ever shot before. On some instinct, he reached out and seized the edges of the pickup truck's tray, bracing himself for what was to come.

Ernie began thrusting, sinking deeper and deeper into him, each thrust inching closer to hilting into the young teen. Burst of amazing bliss erupted behind Trent's eyes and his entire body began reacting to the amazing stimulus. He squeezed down on Ernie's cock, making the bigger male moan in ecstasy and shoot more of that magnificent brew into him. And he wanted more of it. Every time Ernie pulled out, he would relax his ass so that the roo's cock could sink further in and the moment it reached its current limit, he squeezed down and milked that dick for as much as he could.

As his reward? Dark, nearly black fur began sprouting around his tight, bubble butt. It grew like a weed, spreading rapidly all over his rump. With every flex of his ass for milking Ernie's dick, the rounded glutes began to grow bigger and bigger, making more and more room to accept the thick kangaroo dick that was fuelling his change.

Trent was panting heavily, barely registering the irony that this place was where guys like him lost their virginity and here he was losing his _anal_virginity. It made him laugh for a brief moment before he had to grit his teeth with a grunt that turned into a gasp as Ernie hilted deep into him. The roo now had full access and began increasing his pace, drilling him like the beast that he was. And Trent loved it.

This was what he was missing his whole life. This was what he needed and Bethany Alders could never give this to him. He gave a cry of joy which was accompanied by the roar of his truck. The rumble from his engine made him twist his head a little to take in the cabin of his ride. The rusted, sky blue paint began to fade, replaced with a shiny new polish of a sleek, sapphire-blue armour. The curved, aged 80's look of the pickup became broader, bigger, blockier and more intimidating. The ripped upholstery repaired itself miraculously, transforming into smooth, cushioned leather. An aged dashboard from a bygone era was replaced with futuristic, light up displays, the same augmented reality display at Ernie's car and a steering wheel reinforced with titanium instead of the wood and steel that it had been formerly.

Trent just grinned and moaned, "More..."

"You got it, bud," growled Ernie, thrusting his dick deep into the teen.

With all inhibitions and doubts gone, Trent's transformation took a leap forward. His already thick thighs erupted with new size and strength. Muscles surged against his lean, olive skin, pushing veins up against the strained skin. Every muscle group became perfectly defined even as thick, black fur shot up from his ass and covered his legs. Bones cracked and snapped as they quickly readjusted to his new size, legs growing longer and longer until they reached well past Ernie's shoulders. His calves bulged into perfect heart-shaped lumps. His feet surged outwards, growing beyond any human foot size conceivable. The rounded human toes becoming big, stubby claws covered in the same black fur that spread all over his legs. New strength filled his limbs and he eagerly used them to squeeze down on Ernie's shoulders, begging for more.

Ernie quickly found his rhythm, pounding Trent's ass in an almost trance-like state with his eyelids half closed and moans rising from his throat. His entire body was on autopilot, geared specifically to pummel Trent with his dick and fill the emerging roo with more and more nanobots and the fuel they needed.

Trent accepted it all willingly. He stared, mesmerised, at his own dick as it began to reshape. He could feel the sensitive flesh growing and tugging at his balls as it became a bright red in colour and the rounded human head transformed into a taper, slick point. His balls, so eager for release, jostled wildly as they grew into huge, baseball sized orbs built specifically to generate more and more nanofuel and nanobots to feed his baby - his truck. The secondary effect of changing other guys was just a benefit.

As he was learning all of this and a dazed smile crossed his features. Just like Ernie, his eyelids closed half-way and began to flutter, information flooding his mind on the capabilities of his new thirteen inch dick, the balls they were attached to and his emerging body. He grunted, his tight abdominals flexing as they grew and stretched with his spine, his shirt and letterman jacket riding up his torso to reveal his belly button and the firmer, stronger abdominals. The same black fur spread all over his torso. One would think with his already impressive build, there would be little room to grow but where Ernie had to body of a bodybuilder, Trent would have the physique of a god. It was fitting for a rough-and-tumble, working-man's vehicle like a pickup truck at least in comparison to Ernie's sports car.

His chest surged abruptly, straining against his shirt and jacket. His groans became loud whines as the pesky clothing restricting his ability to breathe. But as Ernie pumped more and more of that roo juice into him, his chest just kept growing and there was nowhere left to go but -

Rrrrrip!

"Fuuuuuuck..." he moaned. In unison, his truck rumbled like it too was having the time of its life.

Trent let out a loud groan and sigh as his huge, muscled chest erupted from his enormous chest. No human clothing would fit him now. Not his legs, not his cock and certainly not his chest. His breathing grew hot and heavy, putting his new lungs to good use. In doing so, his shoulders broadened and tore through the rest of his jacket. He didn't get the chance to tear the remnants off as his arms shredded them to pieces, thick veins crawling all over his biceps and forearms not to be covered by the short black fur that quickly spread all over them.

"Yeeeeeah..." Ernie rumbled. "Oooooh yeah... I'm cumming... Fuck!"

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Trent cried and with his cry, his face shot forward, becoming a long muzzle matching Ernie's his nose flattened and fused with his muzzle, nostrils flaring into their new slit-like shape. His ears moved to the top of his head, becoming tubular shaped dishes bent back in pleasure.

With one final thrust, Ernie exploded into Trent, shooting the rich concoction deep into the newly made Road Roo. The nanobots in Trent's body eagerly met up with their comrades and devoured the fuel to add the finishing touches to Trent, both mind and body. Information flooded Trent's mind, pushing out unnecessary information and collecting them all into his balls. The last parts of what made the rising, Asian football start with a decent GPA human were collected into his thick sack and replaced with more and more of the big, black-furred kangaroo. Trent's body grew even bigger, outstripping Ernie's eight feet for a tremendous nine foot height. He could easily lie in the back of his pickup truck and still have his legs hanging off the edges. As his chest continued to broaden and his back widened, his long arms hung over the edges of the tray. Thoughts of lying in the tray during warm summer days, just lounging around with nothing to do filled his mind and pleasant thoughts. Getting fucked madly by another Road Roo topped that, however.

He groaned loudly as his balls were filled to capacity and he couldn't store anymore. With a cry, his balls pumped what had made Trent Holden up the length of his fifteen inch dick and sent it shooting out in a spectacular display of white seed that splashed all over Trent's thick, muscled chest. Trent's entire body convulsed as more and more of his former life was pumped into his dick and his member continued to throw it out like a fire hose. His second orgasm was more powerful than the first and he splashed his seed all over the back window of the truck. The third sent it shooting over the cabin roof and against the raised hood.

But after that, his seed was no longer semen. What started coming out was that thick, white concoction of nanobots and nanofuel. The last of the old Trent Holden had been ejected and now, his balls had the express purpose of constantly generating that fuel so that his truck would stay perfect. He sprayed the concoction over himself a further three times, euphoria filling his every bone, muscle and hair follicle.

With a lewd smile on his face, and eyes still firmly closed, he rubbed the cream all over himself. He felt Ernie's paws doing the same, smearing the brew down his legs. The nanobots melded with some of the seed that he had sprayed, taking cues from what had made Trent Holden human and using it to forge the clothing that they quickly wove around the huge, Road Roo's shape. An unaligned letterman jacket quickly appeared around Trent's shoulders, a deep navy blue to match his truck trimmed with black to highlight the colour of his fur. The name 'Holden' was printed across the back as well as the number '69'. No shirt sat beneath, he wouldn't need it. Still, as a working kangaroo, he needed a pair of protective denim jeans which quickly sprouted all over his legs, fly naturally open to give his still erect cock and churning balls room.

Trent Holden the Road Roo opened his eyes first the first time and immediately found his muzzle filled by the tongue of Ernie. He smiled into the kiss and used his new, huge arms to pull the other roo against himself, lengthening the kiss.

When Ernie broke the kiss, the roo said, "I knew you'd make one hell of a roo."

"You were right," Trent rumbled. He groaned as Ernie pulled out of him, his tail thumping the tray of his truck happily. Ernie had no room to lay beside him in the tray, Trent was simply that big, and had to step down. He leaned against the side of the truck with a smile.

"Fuck this is awesome," Ernie rumbled.

"It sure is," Trent agreed. "You wanna fuck again?" he asked, tail thumping eagerly. "I'm so fucking horny..."

Ernie snickered, his cock still very much erect even after having orgasmed so many times already. "Maybe later. Right now, we got a job to do."

Despite never having been told what that job was, Trent already knew. "You're right. Meet up back here at dawn?"

"Sounds good."

The two Road Roos shared a quick kiss before Trent hopped back into the cabin of his truck, now much, much bigger to accommodate his enormous size. He waved at Ernie who zoomed off into the woods with a roar of his engines. Trent gave his truck's engines a rev, quivering at the roar they gave. He ran a paw over his dashboard with a grin.

"Yeah, that's it girl."

He drove out of The Edge, heading back to town at high speeds. He was eager to get as much fun in before dawn, before he found Ernie again and they had to leave. The world needed more Road Roos but it wasn't ready for them. Not just yet.

He didn't have to wait long, however.

As he zoomed down the road back to town, the loud wail of a siren caught his gaze and he saw flashing red and blue lights behind him. He pulled over with a grin on his face as a rather rotund officer, probably in his mid-forties, stepped out of the police cruiser towards him. Trent never thought he had a type before but after being fucked by the older Ernie and now seeing this officer with his salt and pepper beard and grey temples... well...

"Fuck," he rumbled, massaging his erect dick, precum seeping onto his paw.

The officer stepped up to his window. "Licence and registration please," said the man without looking up from his pad.

"Sure officer," Trent answered in a deep, thundering bass. "Did you need by gun license too?"

The policeman lifted his eyebrows and spoke before he looked up. "Your -" He caught sight of Trent and stopped.

Trent pushed open the door of his truck and stepped out, towering over the officer whose eyes went wide like saucers. He then flashed his biceps, straining the fabric of his letterman jacket.

"Yeah. These guns."

*******

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Case: Royce

Senior Sergeant Carl Royce had been a police officer for more than half of his life. He had enlisted at twenty-one, right out of college and had spent the last thirty-seven years serving his home town as an officer of the law. There had been ups and downs. It wasn't always as glamorous as he would have liked but it was a living and one that he had dedicated his entire life to.

He had never gotten married. He still lived in the small single bedroom apartment above a bar though on the positive side he owned it now. And he was still just a Senior Sergeant. He hadn't made captain or anything further. His superiors thought he was fine as a sergeant. Senior enough to command the new recruits but devoid of any greater responsibilities.

Not that he minded.

Royce liked his life just the way it was. While he wasn't actively seeking for things to change, he still had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that told him he deserved better and that he should be better.

That morning started like any other. Royce got up from his bed, sweaty from the lack of air conditioning in his apartment. He pulled his two hundred pound plus frame off the sheets, grimacing at the sticky feeling he got from pulling his sweaty back from the sheets. He showered, feeling a little deflated at the presence of the growing belly that had started to smoothen out the creases of his abdominals. Once before, he had been one hell of a stud. But after years of coffee, donuts and a slowing metabolism, Royce was starting to get a little pudgy.

Though he didn't look too bad for a man in his fifty-eighth year of his life. He had a full head of hair with the only prominent greys sprouting from his temples. His beard was dusted with a few greys but people said it made him look distinguished. And he was still quite fit. Strong upper chest, thick arms and his weight was remaining steady. With all the coffee he guzzled and the workouts he squeezed in through his busy schedule, he was doing fairly well.

Except at fifty-eight, he couldn't help but wonder if he should be a little further on in life. A partner, maybe some kids and a house down in the suburbs...? But it wasn't meant to be and he started to wonder if he'd wind up alone.

Royce shook the thought from his head and hurriedly got ready for work. He was always the first in the office. Had been the case for the past twenty years since he had his first graveyard shift. He had come into the office for a few weeks in March to file his reports, stuck around just long enough for everyone else to leave for their assignments and then headed home. Since that day, he had made an effort to be the first one people saw when they came into the station, beaming broadly, welcoming them with a hot mug of coffee and some donut.

Even if he was dead inside.

"No," Royce told himself with a shake of his head. "Not me. Not gonna happen. Big smile." He took a deep breath, thinking of all the times that he had been invited to local schools to talk to kids and the smiling faces of those wide-eyed little youngsters as he told them stories about his adventures as a police officer.

That was what he got up in the morning for. To keep those smiles safe.

He just wished that those smiles came from one of his kids.

Royce growled at himself, pushing the thoughts away and got dressed in his navy blue uniform. Today was not the day to let those negative thoughts get in his way. He had a job to do and he was damn good at it or he wouldn't have had it for over thirty years.

Bearing that thought with pride, Carl Royce stepped out of his apartment and jogged the three blocks it took to get to the precinct. Living in the city certainly had its benefits and the short distance to work was definitely one of them. He had gotten used to the city noises a long time ago and couldn't sleep so well if everything was unnaturally quiet like in the suburbs. The jog in his runners was good exercise as well, something that kept his physique as good as it was.

He reached the police station with time to spare so he headed towards the corner café and ordered his usual; a box full of coffee - six short blacks, six lattes and six regulars - and a box of a dozen donuts, six with jam filling and another six glazed. He carried them easily back towards the office, whistling a happy tune. He slipped in the back, using his pass and headed towards the kitchen.

He stopped, however, as he was stunned to find that he wasn't the first in. There was a young man, probably just fresh out of college, with striking short, blonde hair, smooth, unblemished skin and bright cornflower blue eyes unmarred by the cynicism of most of the other officers.

"Morning rook," he greeted.

The young man looked up, a mug of coffee in his hand. "Good morning, sir," he said formally.

Clearly a rookie. No one called anyone 'sir' in this place except for in public. Even the commissioner or the captains were on a first name basis with the rest of the force.

"No need to call me that, kiddo," Royce said, setting down his haul. He held out his now free hands towards the strapping young man. "My name is Carl Royce. Senior Sergeant."

"Adam Mustang," the young man replied, catching Royce's hand in a firm handshake. While he wasn't as wide or built as Carl, he was still certainly fit. Good long legs on him too. Perfect for chasing down crooks. "I was just assigned here. To be your partner in fact. I was told you get here nice and early so I thought I'd meet you."

"Now don't go brown nosing on me, kiddo," Royce warned. "I hate suck-ups."

"Noted." Mustang didn't show any sign of backing down, to his credit. "Not here to get on your good graces, Royce. Just want to learn."

It was then that Royce realised that his new partner wasn't smiling. Usually when you greeted someone, you smiled or at least showed some sign of friendliness but Mustang hadn't cracked a smile once. Didn't even give him a slight indication of warmth. While his features may not show any sign of cynicism, he was a very serious fellow.

Royce had gone through dozens of partners before and all of them had their stories. It also gave him a good read on people and Mustang looked like the kind of person that didn't talk much. Royce offered him some coffee and donuts but the rookie politely refused. Something told Royce that the new guy really wasn't much of a talker.

He went about the day as he usually did with Mustang hovering over him, watching and learning. He met with the chief who made it official that they were going to be partnered up together and gave them their assignments. Royce had the night speeding patrol to the west, near The Edge. It was a Monday so the chances of anyone speeding was low so it was a perfect opportunity to ease the rookie into the more straining shifts.

Just the look on Mustang's face told Royce the guy didn't like the idea of being babied. Royce refrained from giving him a speech about learning to crawl before he walked but Mustang was a grown man and probably didn't need that kind of lecture. Probably. The city saw a few crimes here and there as did any large metropolitan area so the rookie would definitely be disappointed to learn that he was going to be sent to the outskirts of town with very little to do but watch and wait for someone to speed on by.

But that was their assignment and Royce was not going to argue with it.

For the time being though, Royce decided that he should get some paperwork done and probably hit the gym just before lunch. Then after his meal, it would be straight to their shift. He asked Mustang if he wanted to come along but his newest partner really wasn't the social type and just mentioned that he was just going to get accustomed to the rest of the police station.

Royce shrugged and went about his day.

And it was a good day too.

He managed to get all his paperwork done, filing those reports that were required and then heading into the gym. He managed to do an impressive hundred and fifty pounds on the bench press and broke his record of a hundred and twenty dips. He was feeling pumped, full of energy and ready for the his shift.

And that was the highlight of his day.

A crippling wave of depression came crashing down on him just as he was cleaning himself up in the station's showers.

The rest of his day was going to involve sitting in a hot police car at the side of a highway, a speeding radar on the dashboard and idly passing the time away. He'd be lucky if someone zoomed by just barely passing the speed limit and then there'd be a little chase, maybe a ticket written up. But that would be it. Maybe there'd be a slightly higher chance of it now that school was almost out. Perhaps some high school students would be going wild or perhaps some guys from the local college would be having a night out.

The thought someone else's misbehaviour being the only thing that could be a 'highlight' to his evening caused his heart to sink.

"No," he mumbled to himself firmly. "Not gonna go down that road. Gotta be exciting and energetic for the rook."

He forced a smile and as he had done every time that depression started to creep in, he just let the waters of the shower wash everything away. With a content smile, he straightened his broad shoulders, rubbed down the soap across his hairy chest and got ready for his shift.

Royce met Mustang in the parking lot where they took Royce's good old police cruise, now at least a decade out of date compared to the newer, fancier models. Still, he kept it in good condition even if it was bulky and still looked like a repainted taxi. The new cruisers were sleek, had the word 'Police' actually engraved into the chassis and the lights were embedded into the frame instead of just being tacked on. Royce's car didn't even have the police lights across the rear and front bumpers and still had a megaphone mounted on the roof. He remembered when the new models were introduced and he was told that the lights and megaphone had been inbuilt into the car - the megaphone replaced with speakers jutting from the front of the car - to allow for easier acceleration and speeds. What was the point of having those lights flashing if you couldn't catch up to the crooks, right?

Mustang, however, didn't seem impressed at the sight of the old boy. Or perhaps he was always this growly. Royce shrugged it off and they hopped into Cruiser 57. He drove them out to the outskirts of town where parked just behind a billboard and set up the police radar.

"And now we wait," he said excitedly.

"That's it?" Mustang asked. "We just wait?"

"Yep. Crime doesn't sleep and neither should we. We're the guardians against reckless driving. The bastions of safety along this stretch of road. The soldiers fighting against highway speeding. The -"

"Okay, stop. Just stop," Mustang snapped, making a slicing gesture with his hand. "I appreciate what you're trying to do but seriously, dude, quit it."

Royce gave Mustang and exasperated stare. "Is this the part where you tell me you never wanted to be a policeman?"

"Hell no. I always wanted to be one. Long story and I'm not going to tell you just because 'we have time' or 'you're my partner'. I'll keep that to myself." He leaned against the window and stared angrily out into the distance. "I just thought my first day on the force would be a little more exciting than sitting around in this hot, old, stinky car waiting for someone to break the law."

"Hey now, you're not Batman. You can't go out looking for trouble. That'd make you a vigilante. And we're not vigilantes."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

There was no getting to this kid. At least not tonight. He was likely pissed that his first assignment - hell, his assignment for the rest of the week- was just speeding duty. He would eventually get to the hard stuff come time. Everyone had to start somewhere, after all. Royce saw a bright future for the young cop. As long as he didn't let the first week crush him, he could make Captain one day.

And Royce would still remain a Senior Sergeant until the day he died.

Too bad there wasn't any water around to wash away the wave of depression again. Royce tried his best to keep it down but felt it crushing him, forcing him into silence and to look out the opposite window.

Hours passed and no one broke the speed limit. There was one guy in a red hot sports car that shot by that may have come close but didn't breach it. When the sun had long set, Royce found himself counting down the minutes until it was finally time to head home.

It was 6:58 and with two minutes left to go on their shift when -

VROOOOOM!

Both officers jumped up in their seat as they saw a big, blue pickup truck zoom by at high speeds. Their police radar beeped loudly.

"Holy shit!" Mustang exclaimed. "I didn't know pickups could move that fast!"

"They can and will," Royce growled, starting up the engines. He flicked on the siren and pulled out from behind the billboard. Beside him, Mustang's eyes were wide with excitement. At least the kid got some thrill for the night.

The moment the pickup saw the lights and heard the siren, the driver began pulling her over to the side. It wasn't so much a chase as it was a quick little leap. Mustang's boredom returned as he leaned back into his seat and crossed his arms.

"Did you want to book this guy?" Royce suggested as he pulled up behind the pickup.

"Why don't you show me how a pro does it?" replied his younger partner, clearly lacking the energy. "Besides, protocol demands one of us stays here and runs the plates." He began tapping away at the small laptop mounted on the dashboard between them. "Supposedly belongs to a Trent Holden. Senior at a local high school. Clean record otherwise."

"Seniors. School is almost out and they think they're kings of the world." Royce shook his head and got out, glad to at least have some fresh air enter the car. "Stay put, kid. This shouldn't take long."

"I'm not a kid."

That last bit of defiance just had to be said by the grouchy young policeman. Royce imagined that this was what it was like to deal with a moody teenager. He pulled out his pad and headed over to the truck, writing down the necessary details he needed to book this kid. He was busy writing up the ticket when he stepped up to the driver side window.

"License and registration please," he said without looking up.

"Sure officer," came the deep rumble of the high school senior. It was surprisingly deep for a kid. Probably the deepest, manliest voice he had ever heard. There was a thick scent of musk in the air and judging by the fact that this teenager was just coming into town, he guessed Holden had just come from The Edge and had some fun with his girl.

Kids today...

"Did you need by gun license too?" prompted the teen.

Royce lifted his eyebrows and looked up from his pad. He wasn't sure what to expect. Was the kid going to pull a gun on him? That would be the stupidest thing anyone had ever done to get out of a speeding ticket. Would certainly make Mustang's day but it wouldn't be fun for Royce.

"Your -" he began then finally caught sight of Trent Holden.

The truck's doors opened and he something inhuman stepped out of the cabin. A _huge_ten foot creature that looked like a man crossed with a kangaroo loomed over him. How anyone could have ever made any sort of clothes that fit the massive beast was a wonder but wore a letterman jacket and jeans that were lying open to reveal the big, red cock that was leaking precum like a faucet. He wasn't wearing a shirt, revealing the thick, muscled chest covered in dense, short black fur.

Whoever this kid was flexed his biceps, stretching the fabric of the jacket. "Yeah. These guns."

Royce's eyes boggled. Those 'guns' were nearly twice as big than his head! He dropped his pen and pad and shakily reached for his own gun, glancing over towards his cruiser to see if Mustang was getting this. But his partner was staring out the window in a bored manner, completely ignoring what was happening.

"Damnit rook..." he growled, seizing his gun.

"Whoa, whoa," the monster said, holding up his big paws. "No need for that, officer. Just joking, is all." He held out one of those paws. "Let's start from the start, okay? Name's Trent. Trent Holden."

"Trent Holden...?" he repeated, regarding the paw gingerly. "You in high school?"

"Yessir."

"But... you're..."

"Too big to be in high school? Yeah. I get that. Had some big changes recently. Got a new car."

He seemed friendly enough so Royce reached out with his left hand and shook Holden's paw. The Roo's grip was surprisingly soft even though it consumed his hand entirely. It was also a little wet and judging from the erection, he guessed that the teen had forgotten he was driving while pleasuring himself. A tingle ran up his arm from the contact. It was so _strangely_feeling those leathery pads and fur against his calloused hands.

"You - erm... You realise how fast you were going, son?" Royce said, saying the first thing that came to mind.

"Sorry, officer..." Trent leaned down and squinted at Royce's nametag. "Royce. I was running out of fuel for my baby here and wanted to go get as much out of her as possible." Trent then released Royce's hand and turned towards the hood of the car. "But since I'm stopped already, I might as well fill her up."

"Wait... what?" Royce began. "Son, that's dangerous. Your engine isn't even off! You -"

He stopped in midsentence for the second time that day as Trent suddenly pulled down his pants, revealing his huge, strong, muscular legs. He then popped open what could only be the fuel port that was, for some reason, located at the front of the car right next to the driver's side door. The port looked suspiciously larger for anything that a gas station could offer. Then his eyes boggled when Trent pushed his massive dick into the port.

"What the hell are you doing, son!?" he exclaimed.

"This is how I fuel my baby," Trent answered with a sly wink over his shoulder. "Wanna know how?"

Royce had to admit he was a little curious...

Trent lifted his massive tail revealing his tight pucker between two, firm rounded buns of steel. "Then fuck me, you stud."

Royce's police training kicked in. "Son, I'm not going to do that. Now get your dick out of that thing, turn around and give me your license and registration." He became aware that the kangaroo was still bigger than him so he added a little squeak in the shape of a 'Please' at the end of his request.

"No can do, officer," Trent said with a lewd grin over his shoulder. "My baby is hungry and the only way you're gonna get me off her is if you fuck me and show me who's boss."

In his entire career as a police officer, Royce had never _once_considered himself homosexual or even turned on by the sight of me. Women failed to arouse him as well and he often considered if he was asexual or if there was something wrong with him but, like the other parts of his crippling depression, he just pushed it down and thought happy thoughts. Sure he had been solicited many times. In a big town like this, of course he was going to be engaged. Who didn't find a big, muscular police officer sexy? But he had beaten them all off and remained professional. Strangely, there was something about Tent standing there, paws on his pickup and dick embedded into his car that just threw doubt into his training, into his desires, his life and his despair.

Little did Carl Royce know that the musk that Trent exuded was filled with the very same nanobots that swirled around Trent's balls and leaked out of his precum. The kangaroo had touched his slick cock previously and the handshake they had shared carried those very same nanobots onto Royce's hand.

The hand the Royce had used to shake Trent's paw began to tingle as the nanobots went to work, racing through his bloodstream and twisting his thoughts and desires. They pummelled his resolve like a millions of tiny jackhammers and with every little fleck of the concrete wall they chipped away, they carried that determination all the way to his balls and cock, forcing his five and a half inch dick to become erect and his balls to start churning.

Royce was confused by the sudden onset of arousal. Whenever he brought up he police training, he caught a whiff of Trent's alluring scent and his cock jerked, acting like a divining rod that was leading him directly towards the roo. Before he knew it, he was standing right behind the muscular monster and his hands were hovering over Trent's shapely ass.

His throat went dry as the roo's thick tail gently curled around his torso, wrapping around it with surprisingly flexibility. The contact was laced with even more nanobots that seeped through his clothing and assaulted his thoughts. His hands seized the roo's waist, gripping the fur tightly.

His eyes bulged. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Him, Senior Sergeant Carl Royce, was just about to fuck a kangaroo man in the middle of the highway! The thought both excited and confused him but as the seconds ticked by, he just grew more and more excited. Royce pushed his erect dick against Trent's ass, his member straining against his pants.

Trent's moan was confirmation enough for him and he began grinding his cock between those two bubbles of solid muscle. Trent complied and began pushing his cock through the rubbery frame of the fuel port, the port being built explicitly for maximum comfort and pleasure.

Royce found himself starting to pant heavily. He hadn't had sex since college and he was a little out of practice but his awkwardness was slowly fading, the nanobots working their magic to fill him with the confidence and raw power that a guy like him deserved. His moans joined Trent's and for a second, he feared that Mustang would hear them but then the truck started to rumble loudly, hiding their activities. He wondered how that could be considering how there was no one else in the cabin. The nanobots provided the answer.

Roo and vehicle were in a sort of symbiotic relationship. The roos provided the brains and the fuel while the car provided safety and transport. The vehicle was not entirely aware but was driven by a sort of primal instinct to serve its master, the kangaroo that gave it guidance and food.

Royce realised this was both bizarre and true and he struggled to come to terms with it. The nanobots helped him along the way by causing his dick to grow bigger and bigger, straining his pants all the more. With every thrust, he could feel his cock pushing against the fabric more and more. He desperately needed to break free of the constraints of his undergarments but couldn't let go of Trent's waist. The contact was the direct source of nanobots for him and he wanted more of it since he wasn't getting it from being fucked.

Then he concluded he wanted this.

He wanted to fuck the roo and by extension, he wanted to become just like him.

He wanted to be a Road Roo.

With this conclusion his dick burst free of his pants and underwear, ripping right through the fabric and rising to an impressive fourteen inches of big, black, veiny cock dripping with precum.

"Oooh yeah," Trent moaned. "I felt that." He flashed a grin over his shoulder. "You ready, daddy?"

"Shut up," Royce growled, showing his domineering side. He loved being dominant. He loved the power of being a cop that could command others into submission. He grinned at Trent in return and shoved his dick into the roo, making Trent moan. "Someone fucked you before me, didn't they, slut?" he snarled. He thrust his hips into Trent, forcing the roo to hilt into his truck.

Power flooded Royce's entire body as nanobots flooded his veins. His muscles shook, bones quaking violently as the microscopic robots went to work reshaping his body. But with sheer force of will alone, he stopped his body from convulsing too much. Even as his thighs exploded out of his pants, revealing thick, tawny fur-covered muscles with a network of veins crossing them, his legs didn't buckle. His calves were next, shredding the remnants of his pants as they ballooned out and lengthened, putting him at an impressive seven feet tall. He kicked off his shoes before they could become completely shredded by his huge, emerging feet. The ground felt good against his clawed toes and padded feet.

He rumbled in pleasure as Trent squeezed down on his ass. Every thrust grew stronger, more confident and faster. The nanobots were working on overdrive as they took what made Carl Royce and reforged it into the Road Roo that he was quickly becoming. Carl embraced the change, grinning broadly but it wasn't enough.

He needed more.

Suddenly, he seized the back of Trent's head and slammed it straight into the hood of his car, not enough to truly injured the roo but enough to show him who was on top. The rush of power spurred his change all the further. The fat that had been gathering in his belly for years bubbled away, a string eight pack of abdominals sprouting in their place. Every thrust caused his stomach muscles to expand and grow, his belly button practically disappearing between the folds of the blocks of solid muscle. The nanobots piled more and more mass into his spine and torso, causing him to rise to an impressive eight feet tall. His shirt was constricting and with a growl, seized it across his chest.

As if sensing his desire, the nanobots shot towards his hands and pushed his claws out into the open, fur quickly spreading all over his hand and developing the leathery pads across his palms. At the same time, they built his newly emerged paw into a big, dominating appendage capable of crushing a man's head in one squeeze. He dug his claws into his shirt and tore it clean off, shedding the last pits of the conservative, happy-go-lucky, rainbows and flowers Carl Royce that had brightened the day of every police officer in the precinct with his cheery outlook on life that hid the crippling depression beneath.

Royce grunted and his chest expanded to form two, huge pectoral muscles that may have been smaller than Trent's but were still nonetheless incredibly impressive. They were capped with brown nipples that shone through his tawny fur. On top of that, the dash of chest hair that had been there quickly turned a solid, slate grey adding texture and colour to his fur. That same thick, grey fur raced down through the valley of his abdominals and spread out into an impressive bush of pubic fur around his crotch.

His arms blossomed into enormous tree trunks, bigger than even Trent's. While he didn't have the other roo's height, he had a strong, stocky build that would never be knocked over. He was a dominant force and would never be seen with his ass in the air or his tail raised. His solid feet, massive upper chest and biceps as big as basketballs would ensure that.

Royce grit his teeth together as the nanobots finished with the rest of his body and began flooding his brain. He could feel them working through his brain, rewiring who he was. Some part of him resisted, demanding to be left as top roo and they complied. With that confirmation, he let them in and moaned as they pushed his face forward into the shape of a strong, square, kangaroo muzzle outlined by a sexy, grey beard and solid, grey hair.

His jaw went slack and his voice deepened. With one final thrust, he shot his load deep into Trent triggering a response in the roo beneath him. Trent fired his load into his truck at the same time, filling up the tank and nanobot reserves of the vehicle. Both men's eyes fluttered as their thoughts and indeed their relationship was rewritten.

Senior Sergeant Carl Royce began bound to Trent Holden in more ways than one. Trent instantly became submissive to the thicker Road Roo. Royce would pop a boner every time Trent called him 'daddy' and Trent loved it when Royce was rough with him. Like some form of high speed telepathy, the two shared their kinks and desires. Royce was a blank slate and Trent had the libido any teenager would have multiplied exponentially by becoming a Road Roo. Trent fed Royce suggestions and Royce would reject or accept the ones that caused his cock to twitch and shoot even more of his former self into Trent.

Those that were rejected were instantly wiped from Trent's list of turn-ons.

Those that were accepted were written into Royce's very biology.

With one final thrust, Royce shot the last of former self into Trent and his eyes flicked open. He stared blankly into space for a moment, collecting himself as the nanobots all over his body began to reconstruct a police officer's attire that fit his new physique. Unlike his former navy-blue suit, however, it was jet-black with white markings. Though he was still given pants, just like Trent, the fly was left open to let his cock hang out.

Finally complete, Royce pulled out of Trent. He abruptly seized the teen's shoulder and pulled the taller roo off the hood, pushing their lips together in a passionate kiss. He would not lean up to kiss his lover. No, Trent had to lean down to him.

He then broke the kiss with a squeeze of Trent's still erect cock.

"Fuck that was hot," he growled.

"You said it, daddy," Trent responded.

Royce growled and bucked his hips into Trent's crotch. "If Mustang weren't in the car right now, I'd plough you into the ground."

Trent folded his ears back, almost as if he was begging to be ploughed.

"You'll have to earn it, son," Royce sneered playfully. "Come on."

Without saying another word, he turned back towards his cruiser and headed over, making sure to avoid the headlights so that he wasn't completely in view. Trent was right behind him, barely visible in the darkness thanks to his black fur.

Mustang rolled down the window but was barely paying attention. "All done?" asked the rookie. Then he wrinkled his nose and pulled away. "What is that smell?"

"Fuel," grunted Royce. He stepped up to the fuel port of his cruiser and pulled it open. Just one look at Trent and the roo was panting and stroking his own cock.

"Fuel?" Mustang asked. "What happened -?"

He never got to finish as Trent slammed his dick into the fuel port, too small to fit his enormous cock but the shock was enough to shake the cruiser. With only sex on his mind and the reward of from his daddy driving him, Trent began humping the car madly, his nanobot-laced cum already working wonders on the cruiser.

"What the hell is that!?" Mustang shouted. He pushed open his door and stepped out. "What's going on!?"

WHAM!

Only to bump right into Royce's chest.

The big Road Roo grinned from ear to ear as he looked down at the rookie.

"You're getting reassigned."

*******

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Case: Mustang

Adam Mustang had high hopes of becoming a police man. When he finally passed the test and got into the force, he thought he'd be chasing down crooks, busting robberies or booking rowdy teenagers not even a decade younger than him for drugs of inebriation. He had seen the movies, all the news reports and even had a wall in his apartment dedicated to the biggest crime busts in his short life of twenty-five years.

But then the crushing reality of what it meant to be a police officer came down on him.

Paperwork.

There was a lot of paperwork.

He had lied to Royce when he had arrived early that morning. The real reason why he was in the office that early was because he had so much paperwork_to do that he simply couldn't do it in the normal span of the day. He refused Royce's offer to go to the gym and to head out to lunch because he had to get so much administrative tasks out of the way that it was utterly ridiculous. It was his _first day and he had to sign so many things that he was getting sick of seeing his signature.

And then he learned that he was assigned to a crappy night shift waiting on the side of a highway for someone to break the law.

"If this was what I was in for, I should've done what dad said and signed up with the Marines," he muttered to himself.

Royce had just left the old cruiser to book Trent Holden, leaving Mustang to his own thoughts. His partner was a nice guy but he honestly tried too hard and was too cheery to be normal. First day on the job and Mustang was already feeling rather cynical. It didn't bode well for his career as a police officer but he had always been taught by his dad to expect the worst in people. That, he was told, was how he would make it through life. Because when you expect the worst, then you're prepared for it but when something better came around, he would be pleasantly surprised.

Such an outlook had earned him very few friends in life but he wasn't there to make friends. He was there to bust criminals, make the world a better place and serve his city.

"I suppose I shouldn't be too cynical..." he murmured to himself, looking to where Royce was scribbling something on his pad as he spoke with Trent Holden, the teen still remaining inside his pickup truck. "At least we stopped a speeder..."

He turned away, looking off into the darkness with a sigh.

Prepare for the worst and welcome the best. Somehow, he had deluded himself into thinking that he should've hoped for the best and hope was a crippling thing. The last time he had hoped... he had come home to his sobbing mother and a man from the marines holding a hat in his hands and a pair of dog tags.

Mustang unbuttoned his shirt and reached down to retrieve the silver locket hanging around his neck. He popped it open to find the photo of his father staring proudly into the distance. A war hero. A father. An idol. Mustang had hoped to grow up to be just like him but his mother had veered him away from joining the Marines just like his father. It wouldn't do her heart any good if he went off to war.

"I miss you dad," he murmured softly, memories of his dad flooding his mind. He was a distant but fair and tough man. Those few months he got to spend with his dad when he wasn't being deployed were the best of his life. He always got so hopeful knowing that his dad was coming home soon and they'd get to spend some time together.

But his dad's words continued to haunt him.

Prepare for the worst and welcome the best.

Mustang wondered if his dad had somehow knew he wouldn't be returning home one day and so he kept repeating that same mantra over and over again, drilling it into his son's mind. It still didn't make it any easier when he received that crippling news in his junior year.

Mustang shook his head and kissed the pendant lightly before tucking it back into his shirt.

Movement from the corner of his eyes brought his gaze back up to the pickup truck in front of him. Trent must've put up a bit of a fight because he could see Royce pushing down the teen against the hood of the pickup. It was too dark to see them in their entirety but he could see their silhouettes. He wondered if he should get out to help but he didn't think anything of it.

Suddenly, the radio blared.

"Cruiser 57, cruiser 57, this is home base. Do you copy?"

Seeing as Royce was preoccupied, Mustang picked up the receiver. "This is Mustang. Copy."

"Mustang, we've got a report of a domestic disturbance at 43 Carlton Avenue. You're the closest to the location. Please respond."

Glancing over at Royce, he saw the two were struggling a little but nothing the big policeman couldn't handle. He wouldn't be much longer. "Copy, home base. We'll be there."

"Affirmative."

Mustang spent a few minutes plugging in 43 Carlton Avenue into the GPS. It was just about twenty minutes away, much closer than the precinct which would be about thirty to forty-five minutes away. No wonder they were called up.

Just in time, he noticed Royce was heading towards them. His partner strode forward with the confidence of man that had just won a marathon. Mustang wondered if this was the highlight of the poor guy's day.

Pushing such cynicism aside, he rolled down his window and said, "All done?" Then he got a whiff of something overwhelmingly powerful. It was a strong, manly musk with a hint of sex but also a metallic edge to it.

"What is that smell!?" he exclaimed, pulling back.

"Fuel," grunted Royce. His voice was a lot deeper than Mustang remembered but then again, he hadn't exchanged very many words with his partner.

"Fuel?" Mustang asked. "What happened -?"

Suddenly, the cruiser shook violently, rocking back and forth like something had just slammed into its side. Mustang's heart skipped to his throat and he glanced over to the pickup. Where was Trent? Where was their speeding teenager? Panic shot through his mind. He hadn't actually seen Royce's face as he approached due to the angle. Could Trent have done something to his partner and donned his police uniform?

He immediately reached for his gun and pushed open the door. "What the hell is that!? What's going on!?"

WHAM!

Mustang bounced back as if he had just hit a massive, brick wall. His eyes settled on the golden nametag that sat over a huge, square pectoral at eye-level. 'Royce' it read. His mind refused to process what he was seeing even as he followed the chiselled lines of that perfectly defined chest up to the corded, furry neck and then to the mammalian face grinning broadly at him.

"You're getting reassigned," Royce growled.

Mustang's instincts kicked in and he instantly whipped up his gun. Royce's huge paw seized his wrist, giving it a tight squeeze with enough force to make him drop the gun. The weapon dropped into the huge kangaroo's other paw and with one hand, he crushed the weapon with ease, squishing the metal like it was made of putty. Royce opened his huge paw one finger at a time forcing Mustang's eyes to focus on the ball of black metal that dropped to the ground with a loud whump.

"Wh - What...?" he began, desperately scrambling backwards.

The car door was still open. Maybe he could jump in and drive away? Radio for help? Then car jostled again and he caught sight of the other_monstrous kangaroo _fucking the cruiser. His eyes widened in terror as the metal around the roo's cock began to ripple and shift like it was made of water. The smooth white and blue of the police cruiser changed, the pain and patterns melting away into a cool silver even as the entire frame began to grow bigger and bigger.

"What the hell is he doing to the car?"

The hairs on his neck stood on end as he felt Royce's wet nose press up against his neck and take a good long whiff. "He's making it better," answered the huge roo. His tongue brushed up against Mustang's neck, his warm drool making the young police officer's skin tingle. He then sniffed the same spot that he had licked and let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, something that caused Mustang's entire chest to vibrate and shake. "You have daddy issues."

"What!?" Mustang exclaimed. He then remembered the mace every police officer was equipped with and slowly edged his fingers to where it was hooked onto his belt. "I do not!"

"Yeah you do," Royce said, whispering right into his ear, his hot breath wafting into Mustang's ear. It was like a warm, summer breeze that slipped into the rookie cop's very soul. He could hear his heartbeat racing through his ears, drowning everything save for Royce's voice. "Your old man died in your junior year. He was a Marine. You miss him every day. You wish that he could've seen what you turned out to be."

His grip around the mace can loosened. "H - How do you know that?"

He felt more than saw Royce's smile. The kangaroo didn't answer him and instead continued his psychological assault. "That's why you feel like this job is worthless. You finally made it through the academy. You graduated with top marks. You get to wear the blue. But it's all for nothing. You tell yourself it's because you get to protect the city, help people. But without your dad's approval, it's for nothing."

Royce suddenly pressed his lips against Mustang's cheek, giving the cop a long kiss. Mustang didn't understand what was happening but his vision blurred as his eyelids fluttered multiple times. His cock became painfully erect and he thrust his hips involuntarily into Royce's exposed genitals. He fought the alien urges and pried his eyes open.

"What... What are you? What did he... ooooh..." He moaned, his legs going slack. Royce's huge arms wrapped around his waist, supporting him. They felt so strong, so reassuring. He was reminded of when his dad used to carry him in his big arms and give him piggyback rides all over the house.

"He made me better, kiddo. Just like I'm going to make you better."

"What...? I don't...?"

His voice grew softer, weaker. Royce pressed their lips together, the roo's tongue down his throat and funnelling nanobot laced saliva into his system. Royce grew drowsy, all the blood that should have been fuelling his brain flooded into his groan as his cock demanded more and more nourishment. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, eyelid fluttering rapidly as all his thoughts, all his doubts, fears and anxiety flooded out of his brain, carried by the nanobots straight towards his balls. He shuffled uncomfortably as his sack swelled, straining his pants. A faint whimper came from him with the growing discomfort. He reached past his belt towards his groin, groping for some way to relieve the pressure building in his crotch.

Royce broke their kiss.

"I need..." he begged.

"Sssh..." Royce whispered, pressing a finger against his lips. "Let daddy take care of you."

Mustang could only nod as Royce's big, powerful hands moved swiftly towards his cock. With one powerful tear, Royce shredded Mustang's pants and underwear free. What was revealed was something that the young cop would never have believed was connected to him. Huge, jostling balls the size of baseballs hung just beneath his throbbing dick, each one covered in smooth, golden fur. He could actually see his testicles churning beneath his furry flesh like they were bouncing around in his sack. As they continued to work, he watched his dick grow from a meagre five inches to an average six, then a more impressive seven, to an eight and then a nine. All the while, it grew thicker and thicker, the veins running up its length broadening to fill the need of the member for blood. When it reached an impressive twelve inches of black, tapered flesh, he looked up at Royce, begging for an explanation.

As he did so, he noticed that Royce too had the same big, black dick he did.

Like father like son.

The thought entered his mind and he met Royce's soft, blue eyes. "Daddy...?" he whimpered.

Royce smiled down at him in a very fatherly way, gently cupping the back of his head. "That's it, son. You'll be just like your brother soon."

The human part of Mustang wanted to resist but whatever was happening to him was pulling at his heartstrings, constantly telling him that if he changed, if he gave in, he would have his father's approval. And Royce was his father now. But he wasn't. His father was a war hero. He died. He tried to hold onto that memory but as more and more pre came pouring out of the tip of his growing cock, he found his grip slipping.

"Please..." he begged. "No... I don't want to..."

"I told you not to speak," growled Royce, tightening his grip on the back of Mustang's head, his claws digging slightly into the cop's skull. "You don't speak unless I tell you. Understand?"

Mustang gasped and glanced down at his cock in terror. It was huge. Sixteen inches at least, bigger than his dad's and much thicker as well. But it would never be inserted into the ass of his dad. No way. His dad was the top roo.

But his dad wasn't a roo.

His dad wasn't Royce...

Was he?

"Understand!?" bellowed Royce.

Mustang squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming down his cheek. Instincts forced him to nod even though he mentally tried not to. But his strength was weakening and he found himself being pulled more and more into Royce's power... and he loved it. Royce's grip loosened and his large fingers stroked Mustang's hair lightly.

"That's a good boy. You want to make daddy proud."

And he did. He really did. Those warm fingers against his hair, caressing him... that's the care he craved. His lips formed an 'O' and his entire body shivered, the silent moan complying with his father's wishes not to make a single sound unless instructed. His body twisted and writhed, filled to the brim with nanobots. Beneath him, the old police cruiser morphed and twisted, obtaining a smooth, sleek, modern design. His back was pressed against the chassis allowing for a second source of the nanobots to invade his body. But with Royce already so close to him, his musk filling his lungs with the tiny machines, their skin contact adding a second medium and then Royce's cock pouring precum all over his legs, there was no chance Mustang would remain human for long.

But the nanobots were lying dormant.

They were waiting for dad's command.

Royce leaned back down, pressing his lips against Mustang's ears.

"I want you," whispered daddy softly, his voice ringing above even the incessant heartbeat pounding in Mustang's years, "to grow. You're going to be the biggest roo in our family. Grow big. Grow strong. Grow big for daddy."

Then, Royce suddenly seized Mustang around the waist and flipped him completely upside down. The big Road Roo gobbled up Mustang's thick cock just as his son was forced to swallow his own dick. The standing sixty-nine was just the trigger Mustang's nanobots needed and his entire body began convulsing with transformation.

His legs exploded with new size, thickening and shooting up into the air. He kicked wildly, somehow avoiding injuring his dad as the long, powerful legs built for running became massing tree trunks covered in a lattice of veins and a smooth carpet of golden blonde fur. His feet cracked and snapped as they were reshaped into two huge, padded paws capable of holding the enormous frame he was destined to possess.

Even with just the lower half of his body transformed, he was already too heavy for his dad to heft completely. Royce was forced to carry them both into the cruiser, lying down on top of his son across the entirely of the front two seats. There was already so little space but as Trent continued pumping his seed into the cruiser, that soon changed. The cruiser around them morphed and twisted, the upholstery changing into smooth, comfortable, padded layers big enough to fit two fully grown Road Roos. More space was added between the chairs and the dashboard for their mighty legs and the roof rose to accommodate their enormous height, especially Mustang who would be quite tall indeed.

Having his nose shoved right into his father's crotch filled Mustang with a sense of belonging. This was here he belonged. This was what he was meant to be, what he was supposed to do with his life. To pleasure his dad, to make him proud and bring a smile across that sexy muzzle of his. He loved his dad.

Old thoughts and new memories began twisted in his mind as the change crept up his abdominals, turning the already hardened six pack into a firm stack of eight bigger than his hands. His spine stretched and grew rapidly. To support the added height, back muscles exploded with new size, stacking on more and more mass to wrap his spinal column in a protective valley of kangaroo meat. His police uniform tore right down the middle, falling to pieces in the changed cruiser and leaving his golden blonde fur to be exposed to the warm, night air.

As this happened, he completely threw himself into drinking what his father had to offer, suckling on that huge, kangaroo cock - the cock that would be the instrument of his rebirth. Not only was he drinking Royce's cum and nanobots, but he was taking in, submitting to Royce's desires. Everything the older roo had gained from Trent about kinks and sexual fantasies was fed directly into him. Arousing thoughts from Royce made Mustang hard and spew his own nanobots into his dad. His heart skipped with joy when he realised that Royce wasn't just ignoring his offering. His dad was taking everything he had to offer, consolidating it and learning from it, using it to know how to better take care of his son.

Twenty-five years of living was compressed instantly into the thick juices that was being squeezed out of the towering ten foot male's twenty-inch cock. Mustang's eyes fluttered with every breath he took. His chest expanded, allowing him greater capacity to breathe in his father's heavenly scent and draw longer, stronger sucks off his progenitor's cock. His neck thickened at long last, heralding the change to his facial structures as they quickly shifted into that of a kangaroo's, providing the perfect little cover for his father's dick.

The huge kangaroo didn't make a single sound as his dick erupted with joy at the completion of his transformation, the old Adam Mustang being poured straight out of the massive member and straight into his father, Carl Royce. As a reward for his submission, Carl Royce graced his son by pulling his dick out of Mustang's hungry muzzle and spraying his seed all over Mustang's chest. Royce's cum instantly went to work, covering his son and reforging the police uniform that he had lost into one more fitting his new size and form.

Just as the last blast flooded out of Mustang's cock into Royce, the nanobots rebuilt his pants, making them almost identical to Royce's and still with the fly open to allow for his enormous, erect genitals space to remain at full mast.

All the while, Mustang remained silent.

Daddy hadn't given him permission to speak.

Royce let out a soft sigh and licked his lips. He patted Mustang's thighs affectionately, filling the younger roo with pride. "Good work, son. I'm proud of you."

Mustang only smiled down at his dad.

Royce slipped out of the car and Mustang followed him, rising to his full height and towering over both his dad and his new brother. The black kangaroo that was Trent padded over and whistled in amazement at Mustang's sheer size.

"Wow, you sure made him big, dad!"

"Meet your brother," Royce said, grinning broadly at Mustang. "Why don't you to get acquainted in the back? I think I heard a distress call come in."

Mustang glanced at the changed cruiser. All signs of it ever being from the police were gone. Now it was completely silver and bigger than any family sedan that would have been serviceable on the road. Strangely, however, the numbers on the side that had once marked it as cruiser 57 had now changed. Now it read 69.

And that just made Mustang smile.

*******

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Case: Cayman

Wilfred Cayman had big dreams. He was going to be a big time chemist, work for some amazing pharmaceutical company, save the environment and win the fight against the aging process. The Nobel Prize was guaranteed. He had the degree, the smarts and the lead to the job. But all of that went downhill when he found recreational drugs.

Most of his life had been very vanilla. He was the stereotypical nerd. Doing everything that mommy said, doing all his homework and the extra credit work as well, staying home whenever he could and playing videogames all the time. He was on the fast track to being a success story. But then, in the last year of college, he decided that he had lived nearly twenty-one years of his life without doing anything fun and tried a little something.

And that something got him hooked.

Now, the sun had set and he was pretty sure he had spent most of the day hunched over the toilet. He vaguely remembered his roommate, Ernie, pulling him away from the bowl so that he didn't drown but that was all he remembered.

Even then, he still felt fairly out of it.

With a monumental effort, he gingerly got up to his feet and staggered over to his bathroom mirror. There, he caught sight of his week-long beard, his scraggy brown hair and his bloodshot eyes. It was a mistake switching on the lights as the brilliance seared his sensitive retinas. He hissed like a creature of the dark but bore through the pain.

Somehow, he managed to turn on the faucet and splash some water on his face, waking him up somewhat. He staggered out of his bathroom and headed to the lounge. Wil vaguely recollected that he had some friends there but when he arrived, no one was there. Evidence of their presence was definitely there but none of them were there.

Just like them to run and leave him with the mess.

Ernest was going to give him an earful, he knew.

A loud roar filled his ears, the roar of an engine. He guessed that was their neighbour, Gary Stokes. He was a trucker and the behemoth that he carted around tended to make a lot of noise. At the moment, Wil was feeling a little annoyed and hungry but he wasn't feeling so bad as to go charging out the door of his home on 43 Carlton Avenue and yell at their neighbour.

Then the roar came again.

"Okay, now you're just pissing me off..." he growled, storming over to the nearby window. He peered outside and saw the bright headlights piercing the light from the driveway.

Did Gary get drunk and park in their driveway?

With a groan, Wil shuffled towards the front door, putting on jacket over his loose, black tank top and scraggy jeans. He pushed open the front door and hissed for a second time that night at the sight of the searing, white light.

"Gary? That you?" he asked. "The fuck man. You're in our driveway!"

"Wil! Up and at 'em!"

That sounded like...

"Ernest?" But the was deeper... more confident... stronger. "I am _so_baked right now..."

"Hey dude, come on over! I wanna show you my new ride!"

New ride?

His vision still somewhat blurry from being struck by the bright lights, Wil nonetheless shuffled forward, shielding his eyes from the light. When he pulled away from the headlights, he could vaguely see something red, sleek and powerful. The door flipped open and then...

... a huge paw snapped out, seized his collar and pulled him straight into the car.

"Whoa! What the fuck!?"

The door snapped shut behind him and suddenly he found his mouth full of something thick, slimy and salty. Whatever it was shoved all the way down the back of his throat, almost choking him. A gallon of slimy, salty fluids poured down his throat, making him gag and splutter but it just kept coming and he was forced to swallow. He glanced from left to right, trying to take in his surroundings and understand what was happening.

And then he saw Ernest...

The big Road Roo lying across the driver's seat, his huge legs and big feet straddling Wil while his cock was shoved right down human's throat.

He didn't understand what was happening... or perhaps he did.

Because a single thought entered his mind.

He was going to become a Road Roo.

A thousand questions flooded his mind.

Could this really be Ernest?

What was a Road Roo?

What was happening to him?

As more and more of Ernest's bodily fluids were pumped into him the answers were provided.

Nanobots. Actual nanobots. Somehow they tied the organic form of the Road Roo to the inorganic shell of the car he was now trapped inside. While not sentient, they somehow carried thoughts of the organic host through them. The car had merely been a launching point for the nanobots which were naturally attracted to organic matter.

He moaned loudly, a noise echoed by Ernest. The big Road Roo bucked his hips and Wil was just a few seconds behind doing exactly the same thing. The nanobots were driving them into perfect synchronisation, changing him to match his friend in almost every conceivable way. He tried to pull away from the invading dick but the machines just pushed him back down, lapping up what precious precum the roo was offering him greedily.

His entire body gurgled loudly, the sound of his muscles stretching like leather strips being tensed filling the interior of the car. He struggled valiantly, tried to pull himself away but the force of the nanobots alone kept him firmly in place. This feeling was intoxicating, the rush of power, the sexual high and the strange sense of clarity he got was unlike any drug he had ever tried. There was a powerful sexual haze that fell over his mind, clouding other thoughts but one though ran clearer than anything else through it all.

He wanted more.

Ernest just leaned back, crossing his massive arms behind his head as he let Wil go to work on his dick, slurping and sucking as much of the nanobots and nanofuel he was giving. Wil eagerly massaged those huge balls, coaxing them into faster and faster production. There was an addictive warmth that flooded through his veins, pumping his muscles with a sensation that he had only ever gotten in the few times he had exerted him at gym class back when he was in school. But it was pleasurable like the billions upon billions of nanobots in his bloodstream were massaging him from the inside, building upon his mass and pushing his form out from the within.

A loud groan escaped his lips followed by the loud tearing noise of the seat of his pants splitting apart. There was a brief touch of a chill across his bare ass but that was soon pushed aside by the encompassing warmth of his glutes bulging out into two, massive, rounded steel buns. There was a discomfort in the front of his pants as his cock started to strain against the remnants of his jeans. He had to abandon using one hand in stroking Ernest' cock to try and unbuckle them.

Then Ernest did something that just drove Wil crazy. The huge roo used his enormous feet and expertly gripped the edges of his pants. With surprising dexterity and skill, the roo pulled Wil's pants off and tossed them over to the back seats.

Wil pulled his lips away from his friend's dick to say, "Fuck that was hot."

Ernest grinned and lifted his foot in front of Wil's face. "I know."

Driven by pure, primal need, he squeezed his own dick against Ernest's with one hand and then pushed his nose against Ernest's other foot. There was incredible power in that appendage and feeling it so close to his face radiated that same strength into him. He groaned loudly, hips thrusting madly with more and more power as his cock started to fill with new mass and his former life.

Wilfred Cayman was fading fast as the nanobots capitalised on his addictive personality and filled him entirely with pleasurable thoughts. Every inch of his cock that grew was met with an eruption of euphoric bliss that sent waves rippling up his spine and crashing against the weak walls of his mental defences. Even before he orgasmed, large spurts of what made him were pouring out of his dick in the form of thick, milky precum.

With less of the human in the body, the nanobots had their work cut out for them and immediately began changing Wil. His balls grew into enormous, lemon-sized orbs that churned away his humanity, covered in soft, reddish-brown fur. A slightly creamier colour of fur seeped up his flat torso setting the stage. With a tremendous fanfare of grunts and groans, his abdominals blossomed into existence, becoming a rigid eight pack of abs so hard that cheese could be grated against them. Ernie egged on the transformation by rubbing his big feet against those abdominals, filling Wil with even more stimulation as those paws of power transferred power into him.

The black tank top he wore started to ride up his chest as he grew in height, spine stretching and back muscles growing to quickly support them. It surprisingly held its own even as his chest expanded to display two, massive plateaus of muscle covered in creamy brown fur topped by two, black nipples. Ernie found his target and rubbed his toes against one of those dark discs, causing Wil to shudder in pleasure, his mouth falling open and his tongue brushing against the rubbery pads of Ernie's foot.

Wil got a taste of the musky taste of Ernie's feet and he wanted even more. He danced his tongue between his friend's huge toes, copious amounts of his saliva soaking into the Road Roo's fur all the while taking in more and more of the nanobots into his body. His eyes gazed off into the distance, not really seeing anything as his eyelids fluttered. Information, new thoughts, indeed a new personality was being written into him and he welcomed it.

Their thrusts and grunts grew louder and louder so much so that the sport car began rocking madly from side to side as the two males threw themselves into their session. Wil's entire body shuddered with power as his arms erupted into two, massive lengths of muscle, thick veins crossing his forearms and biceps like a network of rivers. Darker, reddish-brown fur like the one covering his balls swept over them, covering his back and framing the creamy brown fur over his chest. The dark brown hair sitting atop his head became a stark, bright read, full of body and unashamed of its colour. To match this, streams of red chest hair sprouted all over his pectorals and swept down towards his crotch to form a prominent treasure trail similar to Ernie's own chest hair.

He groaned loudly with the shuddering of his legs. They erupted with new size and strength. He was growing too big to fit in the car in his current position and was forced to relinquish his grip on Ernie's foot to lie atop his friend, their cocks pressed against one another as they madly thrust and bucked their hips. His new paws seized Ernie's strong shoulders, pulling the two males together so that their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Wil could feel the change shooting down his legs, pushing his thighs to become enormous towers of muscled power. His calves were next, throbbing into two big bulges capable of supporting his new, size. The brown fur that swept down his legs gave him a mild tingling sensation atop the overwhelming heat that was burning away the last remnants of the druggie that had been Wilfred Cayman. His feet cracked loudly and he kicked back, slamming his foot against the sturdy, fogged up windows of the sports car like he was trying to kick away the last parts of his humanity.

With every strike, his entire foot lengthened, broadening and growing bigger and bigger until it was nearly as long and as thick as his calves. His toenails blackened and sharpened into big, powerful claws while leathery pads ensured that his feet would be comfortable on the ground. As a final touch, thick, red hairs swept down from his calves and covered the back of his foot, carrying his new, musky, nanobot-infused scent wherever he walked.

"Ooooh fuuuuuck!" Wil roared, throwing his head back. His face surged forward, lips leading the way into the new muzzle and stretching his nose into its new position. He squeezed his eyes shut as they were repositioned into place. His cry was met with his cock erupting with joy, cum spraying madly all over the sports car. He felt Ernie do the same, their combined seed clinging to him as the nanobots added the finishing touches to his body, making sure every muscle was heavily defined and not an ounce of Wilfred Cayman was left behind.

Wil let out another cry as his cock grew that last inch to become a fourteen inch monster and he was at last hit by the euphoric warmth of afterglow. Panting, the blistering heat that had covered his entire body finally started to ebb, leaving him with a comfortable warmth that was only supplemented by the strong embrace of his best friend and the cum that covered them.

His eyes remained shut as he leaned against Ernie. The cum all over his body infused with his tank top, transforming the strained fabric into a sporty, almost spandex like fabric that fit his new, physique. It remained comfortably wrapped around base of his pectorals, however, leaving everyone to see his washboard abdominals. The nanobots also gave him a set of tight running shorts but ones that sat had its waistband sitting comfortably at the base of his balls so that his enormous genitals could remain exposed. Whether or not he would ever pull them over his cock for public decency was undecided.

Not that any of the Road Roos ever hid their dicks.

It was just the way they were.

The comfort of the moment didn't last however. A strong craving started gnawing at the back of his mind, his balls churning madly and already begging for another release. His eyes snapped open and a lewd grin crossed his features. He could tell Ernie was up for another round as well.

Then their keen ears picked up a loud roar and they both glanced upwards out the window. Curious, Wil used his massive paw to wipe away some of the moisture on the nearby window, moisture caused by their heated, passionate session of transformation and rebirth.

A huge truck sat in their neighbour's driveway and Gary Stokes was hurriedly trying to start the engines of the monster. He was constantly glancing over at them. There was no doubt that he had seen them. The nanobots within the car had told them so. Hell, he had been peering in from the car window that Wil had beat with his foot.

And he had called the cops.

No words needed to be exchanged as the two Road Roos immediately emerged from their car. They couldn't let Gary get away. Not when he wasn't infused with enough nanobots to induce a change. However, just as they were emerging from the car, another vehicle came rolling up behind them. Three figures emerged from the car, two of them wearing police uniforms.

Wil just grinned as he headed over to the first one, the smallest one with the sexy, grey beard.

Royce immediately seized the back of Wil's head and planted his lips against the newly formed Road Roo, their erect cocks touching in greeting. Nanobots spread between them, both their eyes fluttering as thoughts were exchanged. Wil was instantly brought into submission beneath Royce bringing to heel his constant craze for that blissful release that he craved. At the same time, some of that addiction was spread to Royce.

Wil broke the kiss and grinned at the dominant roo. "I'm going to enjoy having you in me."

"I'm sure you will," Royce said, squeezing the younger roo's tight rump. "Introduce me to your friend."

Wil beckoned for Ernie to come over. "Royce. This is Ernie. He's the one that started all this."

"Not really," Ernie answered with a grin. "I was the first. The Director started it."

"Tell me about it," Royce responded, stepping over to the original Road Roo and pushing their lips together.

Information was exchanged. Loyalty to the Nexus Conglomerate was instilled into Royce and with it, their ultimate goal. They needed to contain this, reign it in before it got too wild. The world was not ready for them. Not yet. Despite being the first of the Road Roos, however, even Ernie fell into line behind Royce, recognising the more experienced, older roo's authority.

Royce pulled away and nodded. "Boys!" he shouted over his shoulder at Mustang and Trent. He then flashed Ernie a grin. "Don't let Stokes get away."

*******

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Case: Stokes

Gary Stokes was a trucker by trade and that meant he had really odd hours and usually wasn't at home for extended periods of time. But when he did get home, there was nothing more he liked to do than to sit in front of the couch, practically naked, throw on some of the porn he had collected from whatever state he had come from and jack off to some chick getting banged for money. It was sort of a tradition for him. If he ever went across state borders, he would find a porn shop, grab something and then whack off at home when he got back.

This evening, he had a copy of Flying High for Her 3 and was eager to watch it. He was so hyped up on pep-pills that only an explosive orgasm would put him to sleep.

But when he parked his truck in the driveway of his home and stepped out, he heard the loud moans and all-too-familiar squeaking of a car's frame being rocked through sex hit his ears. He glanced over to his neighbours, two guys living in the adjacent house that he was pretty sure were gay. A red hot sports car sat in the driveway, shaking madly from side to side and with their windows fogged up.

He grinned to himself. He usually wasn't into gut-on-guy action but Gary likes to consider himself bi-sexual. It started when he rented that video that had a threeway on it, two guys and a girl. He had to admit. From there, he got curious about guy-on-guy action and dabbled in it if there nothing else he could find that tickled his fancy.

A little pre-show excitement wouldn't hurt.

Gary took his heavyset, 280 pound frame covered in a red flannel shirt straining over his belly and tight jeans to the nearby driveway, trying to be as quiet as possible. He leaned towards the passenger side window but was disappointed to see that it was completely fogged up. In the darkness, he couldn't see much so he leaned down and pressed his face against the window, trying to at least catch a glimpse of what was happening. Whatever was happening in there was clearly very hot.

WHAM!

He reeled back in surprise as a human foot slammed into the window.

Really hot.

He stroked his erect dick slightly.

WHAM!

The foot hit the window again and he just shook his head.

"Damn kids..." he muttered.

WHAM!

He was just about to turn away and go about his business when he noticed something... strange about that foot and its most recent strike. There were strange, brown growths alone the base of the foot. As it struck the window again, he realised that it was starting to reshape and change. His eyes widened as it grew bigger and bigger with every following strike, stretching so far to take up almost the entire length of the window!

"The fuck...!?" he gasped and he leaned in, looking into the car as the massive foot wiped away some of the built up fog.

What he saw horrified him.

He turned and immediately bolted towards his truck, heart racing and blood pumping into his ears. He picked up his phone and dialled 911. When he was asked what his emergency was, he paused to consider what he was going to say.

How exactly do you tell the police that two mutant kangaroo-men were having sex in your neighbour's driveway and you were pretty sure one of them was your neighbour?

"I'd like to report a domestic disturbance," he said quickly. "43 Carlton Avenue. Please hurry."

He hung up and glanced back towards the car. It was still rocking madly. Maybe he was just hallucinating from all the pep pills he had taken. Maybe he was just sleep deprived. It had been a long drive here. He took a few minutes to calm himself...

Then shook his head.

He knew what he saw. It was dark, yes, but it was clear enough that he saw those two, big, furry muscular men having sex and one of them definitely was his neighbour. He had seen Wilfred turn into another of those guys.

Whatever the case, he needed to get out of there.

He started his truck and winced at the roar his engine gave. Glancing over to the sports car, his eyes widened when a huge paw wiped the fog away and he saw two kangaroo faces staring at him in shock. The two actually grinned at him.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" he muttered. He turned towards his dashboard and gave the keys another twist. But the truck stalled. "Motherfucker!" he swore. "Not now! Of all the fucking times!"

He had his truck for a while and it sometimes had difficulty starting up.

Of all the times it decided to stall, it was now.

He heard movement from the driveway. The two kangaroos were emerging from the sports car. They were huge and he instantly felt fear seize his heart, freezing it cold. He twisted the keys over and over again, desperately trying to get the engine to start but it simply would not comply. With a frustrated cry, he gave the dashboard a punch. That didn't do anything either.

Then another car came rolling up to his neighbour's driveway.

"No," he pleaded. "No! Get away!"

When the door opened, the first thing he saw was the blue of a police officer's uniform. His heart leapt for joy... but then he realised just what_those police officers were and his heart sank. That fear returned when the oldest of the officers _kissed one of his neighbours!

"Oh shit! They're everywhere! This is like some fucked up alien invasion movie!" He started the engine one more time...

Vrrrrroooom!

"Yes!" he exclaimed.

He put the truck into reverse and slammed on the gas. The truck lurched back a few feet... and then abruptly stopped.

"Fuck! What now!?" he exclaimed. He glanced in the rear view window... and his eyes went wide like saucers.

Two of the biggest kangaroos were blocking his truck. They were actually holding down his truck with their bare paws! They were enormous!

"Oh fuck!"

The remaining roos walked casually in front of his truck. With the headlights on, he could see them clearly. Enormous, built like bodybuilders only with twice the size and with dicks that could split any man or woman in half. They were grinning at him and he was sure he recognised both Wilfred and Ernest amongst the three. The other was that police officer with the grey beard.

"What now...?" Gary whimpered.

The three roos suddenly reached down... and seized their cocks, stroking their massive members right in front of him. Gary's eyes widened in both terror and confusion. Were they getting off on this? Was his fear somehow turning them on? What were they going to do once those massive erections were gone?

The three beasts were stroking themselves faster and faster. The two on the right which he was fairly sure were his two neighbours were looking at one another with lusty gazes. Before long, the two were rubbing each other's strong pectorals, their cocks still angled towards Gary even as they began to passionately make out. If Gary wasn't so terrified, he was pretty sure this would make one hell of a porn move.

Gary tried to rev the engines one more time and run over the beasts that were holding him back. Tires squealed as they scraped against the driveway. They weren't going anywhere. The entire cabin suddenly tilted and much to Gary's horror, he realised the two roos were lifting him up off the ground!

His mind raced.

Maybe he couldn't go in reverse but...

He glanced towards the gear shift and then to the three kangaroo monsters that looked like they were close to orgasm. Somehow, he just knew he couldn't be around when those cocks exploded. Gary grit his teeth together, grabbed the gear shift and jammed on the accelerator. The truck lurched forward a good foot or two and for a second, his heart skipped a beat.

He made it! He was free!

But the truck didn't get much further than that.

"Oh fuck no!" he cried.

The three roos suddenly groaned, their eyes shutting tight and various faces of orgasm crossing their muzzles. Gary threw his hands up in a vain attempt to block oncoming barrage from the figurative firing squad. He screamed just as the roos each let out a rising moan. Thick ropes of cum came shooting out of the three dicks pointed at him and his heart stopped, expecting the warm splashes of bodily fluid against his body and a burning sensation like he had just been doused in acid.

Instead, he heard the thick globs strike his windshield like heavy rain. His heart restarted. He was inside his truck. He was safe. For now. His entire front windshield was completely covered in white. It was impossible to see anything beyond that. But his rear view windows were still clear and he felt it when the truck hit the ground once more.

He was back on the road for whatever reason. Perhaps the roos in front of him where caught in post orgasmic bliss and they wouldn't be able to take the full charge of his truck but he wasn't sure. Regardless, he knew there were two monsters behind him and his house in front. Even if he did crush the three in front, he would be pinned in his house and with no way of escape.

So he had only one option left.

He jammed the gears back into reverse and hit the gas.

It was with some relief that the truck actually zoomed out of the drive way with a deafening roar. The panicked trucker twisted the steering wheel and brought his years of driving the behemoth to good use. He straightened and pointed himself right down the road. From the side windows, he could see the five kangaroos were just staring at him, big grins on their faces and all their dicks still erect even those that had just cum.

Did they just let him go? Why?

Gary didn't dwell on the thought and pushed the gears forward and hit the gas. His truck roared down the street. Despite his heavy breathing and racing mind, he still managed to switch on the wipers and wipe the cum off his windshield. He grimaced as it tended to stick on the glass and wondered how long it would take to wash the whole goddamn mess off.

He still couldn't believe what he had just seen.

Who would believe him anyway? Hell, were those even real cops or were they some sort of kinky get up those monsters threw on to arouse themselves?

Gary shook his head and started to slow down a little, bringing his truck back within the speed limits. Now was the time to think straight and not to jump to conclusions. If the cops were in on this, then there would be no point going to the precinct. Maybe he should just skip town. At the very least he should warn his buddies at the warehouse.

With his path decided, he pulled his truck onto the highway and started thinking about what he would tell his friends. How could he describe the kangaroo men? Big? Burly? Buff? Sexy? Big cocks and definitely alien? They would ask if the guys were just wearing masks but he had seen those lips move and no one was that size.

Could it be that his mind had just exaggerated them because he was so hyped up on pep pills?

He sighed to himself. This was a hopeless cause. He had no evidence of the encounter. Even the cum on his windshield had started to fade away as he zoomed down the highway. Maybe he really was just hallucinating. Perhaps this was all just a fevered dream he was having.

Gary grunted as he shuffled in his seat, starting to feel a little hot beneath his shirt and pants. With his panic starting to fade, he was starting to become aware of his surroundings again. The flight and fight response had died and now, he was starting to think straight again. He even became aware of the erection he was sporting.

"Horny bastard," he laughed bitterly at himself.

For the most part, he continued to drive towards the warehouse, hopeful that someone would at least believe him. But it was just five minutes into the drive along the highway when he became aware that something was wrong. That heat all over his body was intensifying instead of starting to cool now that his panic was done. He switched on the AC in an attempt to cool down but that only encourage the heat to intensify.

He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and that's when he saw it.

Black fingernails.

His eyes widened as he held out his hand in front of him. Right in front of him, those nails lengthened and grew into strong, sturdy claws. Light brown fur began springing up from his skin, crawling all over his fingers and palms. Black, leathery pads sprouted from the tips of his fingers and across his palms as his hand as a whole grew bigger and bigger.

"No... No... No!" he screamed.

His other hand, the one still gripping the steering wheel, began changing as well. He needed to pull over but when he tried to twist the steering wheel towards the side, his limbs weren't responding. His hand was frozen in place, keeping the truck zooming down the highway towards the city!

He was going to be responsible for infecting the whole city!

"No!" he screamed. "Goddamnit! No!"

Gary tried to move his legs, get his foot off the gas pedal but the more he struggled, the more he felt a deep throbbing emanating from his toes. He grit his teeth, twisting his legs in a vain attempt to pull away but his foot was just pinned in place by some unknown force. He let out a desperate cry just as his foot erupted from his boots. Those weren't his toes sitting at the end of that furry foot anymore. They were tipped with black claws and simply enormous!

Panic began setting in once more, pumping the nanobots further and further through his bloodstream. He became aware of the process the moment the nanobots filled his brain and began telling him that the cum that his truck had been splattered with was slowly changing his truck and in turn, him into the perfect team of man and machine.

"Please! I don't wanna be like them!" he begged. "I don't wanna be like them!"

His next plea was met with a lusty groan as his cock strained against his pants and the heat emanating from his body took on a whole different meaning. The hand free from the steering wheel began edging back around the wheel and he fought with all he had to keep it from there. But the powerful force of the nanobots inched his fingers closer and closer to the leather covered wheel.

The nanobots were already at work fixing his cabin starting with the wheel. Heavy padding replaced the leather for those long drives and for maximum comfort. The aging dashboard was replaced with a futuristic display. The seats that had been shaped to fit his ass and the contours of his body shifted beneath him, changing to wrap around his form by design and not through years of use. The smell of coffee, musk and sweat in the cabin had the scent of sex added to it as nanobots filled the air.

His hand seized the steering wheel and he let out a terrified cry. His forearms surged and ripped through his shirt, fresh muscles flexing beneath dense, fuzzy brown fur.

"I don't.. wanna... be like... them!" he pleaded. Every utterance of the same sentence became more and more strained as his cock continued to push up against his pants. "I don't..." Then his tongue seemed to get tied in his mouth and he felt a strange pressure building behind his face like something was pushing his teeth and nose outward from inside his skull.

He glanced at his reflection in the rear view mirror. His terrified eyes took in his expanding features, watching as his broad features were pushed outwards into the form of a short but defined and manly muzzle covered in the dense, brown fuzz of a true man. He wailed in terror, his voice deepening significantly as his neck thickened.

Gary could feel his humanity being pushed out of his extremities, the nanobots carrying it from his fingertips, his toes and his head towards the centre of the intense heat that was causing his entire body to throb and pulsate. His shoulder shuddered and tore through his flannel shirt, two massive orbs of muscle.

"I don't wanna ... wanna... I wanna..."

His hips began bucking madly as both his feet grew into massive appendages attached to thick, meaty calves that shredded through his pants. Gary's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his skull reshaped and changed into a broader, square shape with two, large, radar dish ears sitting at the top of his head. His beard remained across his roo's muzzle which quickly began growing into a lewd grin as he continued to repeat his mantra over and over again.

Gary's chest grew with every iteration of his little chant, each breath growing deeper and deeper until two massive pectorals burst from beneath his shirt and revealed the thick, hairy plateaus beneath. Brown fur quickly spread across his pectorals and down his lower body.

"I... I wanna... I wanna be... I wanna be..."

His legs suddenly went rigid, firm and strong as the found their place in the truck. His thighs surged out from his pants, tearing the denim to shreds and finally revealing his massive, growing dick that was already at an impressive twelve inches of pink, kangaroo meat that was dripping precum all over his seat.

"I wanna be... like them... Like them... Like... Urgh fuck!"

Gary roared as his belly shrunk and all that mass was put into the base of his spine. With so much fat to convert, his tail came shooting out in a glorious burst of flesh and muscle, almost as powerful as an orgasm. It slipped into the hole made in his seat just for his tail and he pounded the back of the truck excitedly.

"I wanna be like them!" he roared. "I wanna be like them!"

With that final declaration, he slammed on the brakes and came skidding to a halt just at the exit into the city proper. He gave a cry as his cock burst into a glorious shower of cum and the remnants of the old Gary Stokes. His cock joyfully released wave after wave of his precious seed before emptying his huge balls of what little humanity was left of him. Then his sack quickly filled with the nanobots and nanofuel mixture that all Road Roos produced and he excitedly sent those streaming out of his dick recklessly.

"Yes! Fucking yes!" he roared, pounding the steering wheel with his new, massive fists. "Yes! I wanna be just like them!"

He gave his hips another thrust as his strong abdominals pushed up against the walls of his rounded belly. His cum came showering down around him and quickly reforged itself into a similar red flannel shirt that hung open over his muscle gut. The jeans were rebuilt but as with all Road Roos, he was left with the ability to let his permanently erect dick and ever-churning balls hang out.

Gary Stokes shuddered and brought a grin across his new fuzzy face. As his cum dripped off the rear view mirror, he noticed three cars heading his way. He knew exactly who they were and stepped out of his truck to greet his new family.

The big police officer, the dominant one, Royce, was the first out and stepped over to him. They greeted each other with a kiss, their tongue slashing together and their cocks twitching in greeting. Unlike the other Road Roos, Gary refused to bow down to Royce so easily and Royce was forced to concede some ground. The two of them would share dominance over their family. Royce always did want a family, after all, and Gary was just the same height as the former police officer to make them physically even.

"Fuuuuuck..." Gary moaned, as he broke the kiss. "I love being one of you guys."

"I know," Royce growled lustily, squeezing down on Gary's ass.

Gary grinned at the gesture and gave Royce's balls a grope. "What now, stud?"

Royce glanced towards the city... and then turned his head back towards the suburbs, particularly the distant Edge. "The Director is calling us." He flashed his mate a grin. "I'd love to make more Roos but the world isn't ready for us yet. Time to head back."

Gary chuckled darkly. "Don't worry. We'll have more Roos eventually. Everyone is going to wanna be like us."

*******

Epilogue

Three figures sat in the boardroom, masked in shadows. In front of them was a large screen showing images across the screen, an advertisement. A deep, reassuring voice echoed in the room as the ad played.

"Power. Reliability. Speed," boomed the voice_. "Everything you are looking for in your vehicle. We were at_ Drive-N do not just consider your next car as a means of transport from Point A to Point B. It is your life. It is your strength. Your partner."

On screen, a single feral kangaroo was shown bouncing through a bright, mountainous forest area. Then, as it jumped onto the road, it began to morph, its strong legs, powerful upper chest and head shifting, changing thanks to the power of CGI. Within moments, it was a bright red sports car was zooming across the road. The name in front of the vehicle was shown.

"The Drive-N RR-Origin will get you where you need to go in style. With a reinforced chassis, low clearance, built for speed and our powerful Ascension engine, it is fuel efficient, fast and will protect you. You are it's joey in its pouch. From Drive-N_, the Origin."_

Ross the Head of NexPharm grimaced. "That... That's terrible."

"Not exactly the kind of imagery you want for an advertisement," said Mr. Z, the Head of NexStay. "I can understand the subliminal messages and it's strong but that's just cringe worthy."

"Agreed," the Director answered, tapping on the keyboard displayed across the table in front of him. "Something that needs to be edited."

Within moments another kangaroo was bouncing across the screen and that quickly morphed into a powerful, sapphire-blue pickup truck. It rolled up beside the Origin and the camera panned across its smooth frame before finishing at the name just above its license plate.

"For the working man, the Drive-N RR-Immaculate. Four seats, four door pickup with a tray capable of carrying over six tonnes of weight with ease. Carry yourself to the next level and pick up your Immaculate_at your nearest retailer."_

"Okay, that was just as bad as the last one," Z complained, slamming a hand against the table.

"He needs to be fired," agreed Ross. "Or give him to me. I could use another test subject for my experiments."

The Director didn't say anything as he continued tap on the table.

On screen, three kangaroos came bouncing on screen behind the sports car and the cruiser. All three transformed and merged into a single family-sized sedan. It showed three perfectly human people inside, one father, one mother and one kid.

"Uuurgh..." Ross groaned. "Now that's just weird. Send the guy that made the CGI my way too."

"_Drive-N _caters for families. From Drive-N_, the_ Drive-N RR-Cruiser,a five-door sedan built with your child and family in mind. Plenty of room in the back and cruise control for those long trips. Make your next long drive an enjoyable one."

"That wasn't so bad..." Z murmured.

Then another kangaroo came bouncing behind the three cars and it quickly transformed into a huge truck, blaring its horns loudly.

"Okay, I know that's one of our products but does an industrial truck _really_belong with a sports car, a pickup truck and a family sedan?" Ross asked, gesturing with a paw at the screen. "I mean, seriously. Is the same audience that buys any of the first three going to buy an eighteen wheeler?"

"It makes us look cheap if we try to cram all of these into one add," agreed Z. "Plus we really need to make another commercial specifically for the trucks and send that to delivery companies. I mean who was the directed this ad?`"

"Same guy that's currently being milked for his nanobots and nanofuel to convert rundown, old models into our own," the Director said. He leaned forward to regard Ross. "Good job on that concoction, by the way."

The Head of NexPharm smiled and nodded, pretending to tip his hat at the Director. "Thank you."

"The Drive-N RR-Behemoth, strong, resilient. Take it with you for the long haul."

"Alright, he's just doing that on purpose," Z growled.

"Already taken care of," the Director answered. "And we should be blaming the writer of that script, not the voice over. I quite like his voice. Very smooth, masculine and reassuring.

"What did you do with the writer?"

A panning view of all four vehicles was shown as they zoomed across the forest road.

"Let none stand in your way. No road too harsh and no destination too far."

"Now why can't we use that as our tag line for the whole ad?" Ross asked, gesturing at the screen.

"Hang on, Ross," Z said, waving him down. He turned towards the Director. "Seriously, what did you did with the writer?"

A small smile crossed the Director's features. "Something."

Z gave him a sour look. "You know I hate it when you do that."

"I know."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Tell me!"

"After this," the Director said, pointing at the screen. "Almost done."

Finally, there was an aerial view of all four vehicles as they came up to a familiar cliff edge, all six of them rolling up together in a fan shaped formation so that each one was visible. Then the logo for Drive-N appeared.

"Drive-N," uttered the voice over. "Driven."

"He delivered the final line really well," Z murmured. He glanced back towards the Director. "I still think it could use a bit more work. But still, what did you do to the writer?"

The Director leaned back in his seat and smiled faintly. "I gave him a car. A hybrid."

The two division heads exchanged glances and then broke out into laughter.

The door to the boardroom opened and a mousy man in a suit entered, beaming at them. "Well? What do you think?"

Ross tapped the keyboard on his table. "I've got a few notes... The ad is too long. You're never going to hold people's attention long enough to get the whole message across. Best to compress it into four ads for four different cars. Each car appeals to a different audience, after all. The same people looking for a family sedan isn't going to want to buy a pickup truck. And for fuck's sake, man, what the hell is an eighteen wheeler doing in the same ad as a pickup, a sedan and a sports car? It makes no sense!"

The man nodded nervously. "I'll take that into account, sir. "

"I also heard that the changes induced by the nanobots have been diluted from just a few minutes to taking about a couple of hours," Z said. He shook his head. "I think that's still too short. We can air this ad on public television but you can't guarantee that people will see it. And we have a lot of business from the rental car industry especially for those going on holidays or business trips with NexStay. I can play it in a loop in my hotels but If people start changing right after they get a car from us and the ad hasn't sunk its fangs into their minds yet, we'll be in trouble. Can you make it so that the transformation only takes into effect a three days after initial exposure?"

"Three days?" the newcomer repeated, looking rather stunned. "Um... of course sir." His eyes went towards the Director. "A -A - Anything you'd like to change, sir?"

"It was good," the Director replied with a nod. "Could you scoot a little to the left, please?" The man complied. "How's production?"

"Already over ten thousand units combined of all six products created, sir," answered the head of the project with a grin. "Our test group has been more than willing to produce the cars and the fact that we're just using old cars meant for the scrapyard seems to motivate them all the more."

"Of course Calvin Ford was quite the environmentalist. It's natural. Speaking of which, the exchange of information and personality, has that been stopped?"

"Absolutely, sir. Even with the test group. They can no longer 'meld minds' through exchange of bodily fluids. That was simply an unforeseen side-effect of the nanobots that we've now turned off. Our clients should no longer lose their personality or have their personality completely rewritten when they fully transform."

The Director raised an eyebrow. "When they fully transform," he repeated. "What about while they are in the incubation period."

The man's smile wavers. "Well... erm... There is naturally some indoctrination required in order to have them accept the changes..."

"That is what this advertisement was for," answered the Director. "The subliminal messages are meant to allay any fears and have them accept the changes happening to them and prevent all forms of hostility against established clients. Why would we waste money and resources on an ad if the nanobots were going to take care of it anyway?"

Ross and Z began to pull slightly away from the Director.

"Well... sir," the man said nervously. "I guess... I can remove it entirely. From the nanobots, that is. Not the ad. I mean, the ad was great, right?"

"Besides a few notes and cheesy lines, yes it was excellent. However, the mind control of the nanobots still concern me. We want customers. Not mind controlled yes-men. Every mind we lose is another world that we can no longer exploit. But that is something that can be fixed, I'm sure."

The man sighed. "Yes, sir. I'll get right to it."

"Oh no. I didn't mean by you. I'm assigning it to someone else. You've been reassigned. Say hello to the Road Roos for me."

The Director pressed a button and a trapdoor suddenly opened beneath the presenter. He screamed as he plunged into the darkness and no doubt into the living quarters of the Road Roos.

The Director snickered and shrugged. "I've always wanted to do that."

Z shook his head. "Transforming people into muscular kangaroos through vehicles. Where ever did you get the inspiration for this?"

The head of the Nexus Conglomerate as a whole smiled. "From a little world that experienced an Apocalypse. Let's just call it... Arcadia."