"Right." He clapped his hands "I think I can help."
"Oh you're such a dear. Thank you James" She smiled relieved. "I'll just get cleaned up and make us some dinner."
"Hang on a second, mom. I just said I'd help you. I'm not gonna mow the lawn alone..."
She just frowned at him uncomprehendingly, while he focused on her new shape. She buckled forward as her arms and legs shortened to black lumps, forming four shiny new rubber wheels. Her body flattened, turning into pink lacquered metal. Her head sitting just above the front wheels made her look like a tiny turtle Cadillac hybrid. A three foot handle shot up from her smooth ass-cheeks, which James grabbed confidently.
"Ready, mom?" He said with a grin.
"I... why does everything look so big. And why can't I move my legs?" She tried to turn her head, but couldn't.
"That's just cause I haven't started you yet." He put a finger to the throttle and opened it, making her moan.
"What did you do? That felt nice." She said, still trying to move around.
"Oh then I bet you're gonna love it when I do this." He said, grabbing the starting cord and giving it a good yank.
"Oh my gooooooo....." Your mother moaned as she started rumbling into action.
"Are you OK mom?" James said, resting his elbows on her handle.
"Fine. I'm fine." She said, visibly panting. "Go on..."
He put a grip on the throttle, steering her over the first patch of grass, which she happily obliterated back into a neat inch-high grass mat. She certainly wasn't complaining, so he went on to mow the rest. When he was about halfway through...
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