Sharon slid her legs over her new bike. Jim's old technology brain combined with his new mind for mechanics had built the perfect bike. It could sleek through the town as quiet as a mouse, or as loud as a lion!
"You ready, hon?" Sharon called back to her biker mate, Jim.
"One sec . . . just making sure my piece is in place." Biker Jim came out, wearing a leather jacket, T-Shirt and leather pants. At first glance, one would think Jim had a terrific boner, but that was not the case completely.
Jim had cybernectically enhanced his cock with the ray gun, which he'd use to transform unwilling subjects.
"Let's have some fun, hon." Sharon said, rubbing her pouch of a belly. She loved her new girth.
"Yeah," Jim said. "Right on sister!"
Sun Oct 02 07:03:14 2005