WARNING!!! THIS CONTAINS ANTHRO TRANSGENDER AND WEIGHT GAIN!!! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS SORT OF THING, TURN BACK NOW AND DO NOT READ IT!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
It was a beautiful sunny day in northern California, a perfect day for racing cars. Hundreds of citizens have met at a racetrack to take their own personal sports cars onto the track. Among them is Phoenix Drake, on holiday from Australia and using a car he was borrowing from an old friend. The car is a 2003 Subaru WRX and Phoenix takes a look around at the "competition" and can see other cars, ranging from Honda Civics to Ferraris, from Ford Mustangs to rare supercars. Even some good old fashioned American muscle cars are present.
Phoenix takes a deep breath and breathes in an intoxicating gas and chokes as he tries to get whatever it was out of his system. He shakes his head and is tapped by his buddy and then slips into the WRX and drives out behind a C5 Corvette and a Honda Del Sol. Behind him is a Maserati Cambiocorsa and what he thinks is an old early 70s Mustang, when the design went from pretty cool to stupid. But those are the cars he can see, there is approximately 60-70 cars that will be racing around during this session.
Farther down the line a Porsche Carrera GT will lead the pack and the race guy starts letting the cars onto the track. Sports cars drive past him as he signals for them to continue on, a couple of trucks are present. Two late model Ford SVT Lightnings and a Porsche Cayenne are getting on as well.
Phoenix's racing uniform tightens as he accelerates and gets onto the track, quickly passing the Corvette and Del Sol, he maneuvers the car with the greatest precision and passes a Mazda Miata. The gas had caused a slight transgender in Phoenix and was transforming him into a sexy rooette. It could also be used for weight gain if the victim had that preference.
On the sidelines, Phoenix's friend Silas watches the blue Subaru sedan blow past a Jaguar XKR and a Nissan 300ZX on the straightaway. He cheers his friend on and loses sight as the Subaru goes around a corner.
Phoenix has lost focus of himself and is focusing on the track, on driving and on his opponents. He passes a 69 Camaro and then peels out of a turn and catches up to a Ferrari 328 and then plays cat and mouse for a few turns before passing the exotic sports car. His uniform is growing tighter and blonde hair can be seen stretching out from underneath the helmet and the suit alters to fit the changing body, the zipper is pulled down a bit as Phoenix feels a tad uncomfortable and is unsure why.
Silas continues to watch from the side and then uses a CB walky talky he had and talks through the headset Phoenix was wearing. Hearing his buddy, Phoenix responds and because of the supposed trance, Phoenix does not notice the alteration in his voice. Silas notices it quickly and asks what's with the funny voice and Phoenix doesn't understand why he is asking the question, so he cuts the transmission and blows past a Honda CRX and minutes later, a newer Mini Cooper.
Silas tries to recontact his friend to figure out what the hell was going on, but to no avail. Phoenix blinks as the thoughts of what Silas had said repeat, and as this was being thought over, the complete transformation from male to female was over. Phoenix was now a she, and now the second part was beginning as the pounds piled on quickly. Her ass starting to stretch the fabric in the uniform and her breasts causing the zipper to unzip some more as a potbelly starts to form.
Silas is worrying a bit, but seeing that his friend's driving has not changed and that Phoenix is still kicking ass on the track, Silas calms down a bit. He watches his friend drive the blue Subaru past 4 cars in a slalom like motion as if they were standing still. A new Mustang, a Porsche Boxster, the Cayenne, and a new Pontiac GTO.
Phoenix was still driving like a pro, though she was beginning to look more like a fatty bitch as some racers had commented on a past date Phoenix had brought here some years back, which had ended the relationship and then Phoenix took it out on the racer's cars which were expensive and new at the time. A Porsche 996 and a BMW 5 Series.
The uniform strains to continue to hold in Phoenix's increasing girth. Her burgeoning form causes tears to happen in her uniform and the belt she was wearing to keep it tight has now popped off. Her form is now easily passing the 300lb marker and was showing no signs of slowing.
The growing rooette passes a Hyundai Tiburon on the inside of a turn and then passes a second Honda CRX and an Acura Integra. With the driving skills, you'd think nothing was happening. But the facts were that if any of her opponents just happened to look through the driver's side window of the blue Subaru that was not holding back, they might see something a little odd.
Silas again tries to contact his friend and gets a response, a laugh, which sounds more like a girlish giggle to him. He blinks and looks up to see his Subaru pass an 80s Mustang and then a Nissan 350Z in the turn, going up and passing an Audi TT just out of his line of sight. He talks and asks what was happening and hears Phoenix explain how she was slaughtering her opponents, that none could hold her back. Silas asks about the girlish giggle and gets a response that told him Phoenix was unknowing about what he was asking about. Which meant that if something was happening, Phoenix was oblivious to it.
Phoenix's form tears through the uniform and she feels a slight draft and shivers as her 600lb frame applies added pressure on the seat and the car's suspension. The car groans in protest and the driver of a C6 Corvette passes the Subaru and glances right and sees the for the most part naked and obese rooette and blinks and then turns just to drive off the track and bog down in a ditch. He smacks the steering wheel in anger and frustration.
Phoenix saw the Vette lose control and hit the ditch and giggled as she downshifts and then upshifts as she moves in and out of a turn on the track. She passes an identical Subaru WRX to the one she was driving and a Mitsubishi 3000GT and then gets stranded behind a Porsche 944 and a Ferrari F430 and she gets flustered and growls as a black BMW M3 blows past the trio and this pisses her off even more. Her seatbelt snaps and this catches her attention and she glances down slightly and sees her massive cleavage barely contained in the remnants of her tank-top as the racing suit was in tatters and beyond her titanic breasts, she had a large Buddha like belly and thighs as thick as she was originally when she started this race. She meeps and then corrects herself so she does not copy the C6 and drive off the track. She uses a free hand to caress herself for a brief moment and finds she greatly likes what she feels, so much so she feels wet.
Silas sees a set of 5 cars, a 90s Mazda RX7, a Pontiac Firebird, the Ferrari F430, the Porsche 944 and Phoenix's WRX, but by now Phoenix had passed the Porsche and was now edging to pass the Ferrari. A light rain had begun and was adding to the challenge of racing. Phoenix was having problems as her car groaned under her weight. If she kept growing, she'd have to exit the track early and she desperately wanted to pass the Carrera GT before leaving the track. But the GT was roughly 10-15 cars ahead of her. She guesstimated her weight to be about 900lbs now and felt very heavy, but also very horny and sexy. And on the brighter side, her growth seems to have stopped and with a much newer confidence she floors it and works her way up to the Carrera GT.
Silas watches his friend pass a newer Mazda Miata, a Dodge Neon SRT4, a 90s ZR1 Corvette, an Eagle Talon, an 80s BMW 6 Series, the black M3 that passed her earlier, a Scion XB, a new model Honda Civic SI, an 80s Toyota Supra, a Porsche 928 and a Ferrari 288 GTO which is a truly rare car. As Phoenix approaches the Carerra GT, she sees a flash of taillights as the Porsche passes a car and Phoenix gets stranded by yet another rare car....a Vector M12. She honks and the Vector driver sticks his hand out the window and waves Phoenix past as he signals he was getting off the track.
Silas watches as the Carerra GT floors it down the home stretch and sees his buddy floor it and then drift through the turn and just out of his sight Phoenix gets right on the back bumper of the 400,000 dollar Porsche. She plays herself carefully and then passes the Porsche as a flag is shook to signal the end of the session. She pulls in behind a car she hadn't passed that had probably been behind her, a white Mazda RX8, and she climbs out of the Subaru and is congratulated by many drivers on her fine motor skills. Silas, the red fox friend of hers approaches her with a newfound attraction towards his friend and Phoenix sees Silas appreciates what he sees and giggles "Who'd of thunk I'd go through a Track Day Transformation and gain a boyfriend..." and Silas smirks "Experienced session coming up, you'd better get some new clothes on and get your fat sexy ass back in my car so you can race against more exotics." and she smiles and 5 minutes later, the blue Subaru WRX is pulling back onto the track with the redressed Phoenix Drake and a question arises, what will happen now? Phoenix thinks not on the subject as she passes a Lamborghini Diablo.
Very nice....it combines my love of transgender, my love of fat females and my love of cars...what more could I ask for...and whoever hates this I'll run them over.