Chapter #6A Better Bike Seat by: bobob1   (Chapter originally written by LilMoni)
Snapping her fingers enthusiastically, Avery made up her mind as she called out, "Yep! Gotta go with the bike seat! She really hasn't stopped complaining about it recently so this will be a little gift for Quinn and I as well since we won't have to listen to her groaning anymore! Thanks, Hunter!" Avery was struggling to contain her boundless energy and enthusiasm, overly enthused that she had been able to solve your problem for you in a way that would also benefit herself!
"Not to mention that I'll be making sure to find time to use you as well," Avery practically purred quietly as she bounced up from beneath the tree, leaving you an Avery-shaped butt print between her feet as she rose to her intimidating height. Noticing you, Avery stifled a giggle as she remarked on your status, "Looks like you're as excited as I am, you've already gone and gotten into the right shape!"
Peeling you from the floor and carrying you in her careless grip, Quinn didn't even notice you as she saw Avery skipping through your home, singing "This's gonna be the best Christmas, eva!" cheerily. Quinn shook her head and sighed in futility as she thought, "Poor Hunter, I don't know how he dodges her, shes a damn whirlwind of energy."
Reaching the modest room Morgan had set aside with some of the groups workout equipment, Avery quickly bounded over to the lone exercise bike in the far corner and placed you on your back atop the roughly worn-down leather seat. You winced as the sour smell of workouts-past clouded your senses, imperceptible to the pink-haired giantess towering over you.
"Hmmmm, now let's see. What's the best way to go about this?" Avery mused curiously before she came to an unfortunate conclusion. "Ah, I know!" You gulped as you saw Avery raise a leg over the seat, now straddling over you as she hovered above the seat precariously. Much to your torment, this scantily clad Santa-cosplay equipped with a miniskirt never designed for such a round butt meant Avery's panty clad rear was hovering just a mere inch from your flattened form as she prepared to sit. The warmth radiating from her backside intimately washing over you in waves making you begin to sweat both in fear and from her heat.
"I'm just gonna sit on the seat with you on it, and your body will squish right into the perfect shape! It's genius!" You wished you could agree it was genius but you were too busy worrying how awful this plan was going to be for you as Avery's plump cheeks wobbled above you with every tiny movement she made. You struggled to get a word out and stop this ditz from transforming you into a damn bike cushion but your flattened lungs put up no fight as Avery slammed her ass down on you.
Avery let out a light moan as she felt her cheeks part and swallow you and the bike seat in their embrace as she got comfy atop the heavily improved seat. Her plushy flesh spilled onto you, smothering you in darkness as they cut you off from the outside world and brought you into the world of panty-clad ass flesh. Avery bounced atop you for a minute and even pedaled for a bit to make sure you spread out all over the old seat, each pedal mercilessly wiping your features away with each heave of Avery's jelly-like glutes.
Once she started to sweat though, Avery had clearly had enough as she raised her doughy booty from the seat and hopped off. Peering down at you to admire her handiwork, Avery beamed a bright smile as she saw nothing more than an extra comfy seat cover where her little roommate had been moments prior. "You really are like the super comfiest seat cover ever! You might even get me to start exercising more...that is if Morgan ever hops her big butt off you!" You'd roll your crushed eyes at the irony of Avery calling anyone else's ass big, even if it was her twin, but you'd never get the chance.
Unfortunately your tanned skin blended in flawlessly with the leather seat, your body looking like a natural product the company would sell to cushion their bike seats. Avery folded your loose sides under the seat, easily tucking them into the bottom of the seat so you had no loose ends. Popping the seat from the bike, Avery made quick work in boxing you up, wrapping you, and even tying a beautiful red bow atop your prison before plopping you right under the tree with the other gifts.
A few hours passed in relative silence before the excited sounds of your three giantess roommates approached you. Usually their pretty voices would fill you with joy as you looked forward to seeing your friends, but in your current situation it made your blood cold. After barely deciphering the muffled sounds of gift-opening, you felt your world lurch as your box was lifted up and you tumbled inside as you were deposited onto Morgan's lap.
"There ya go, sis! This one's from Hunter!" Avery cutely said, taking on the role of present deliverer as Quinn and Morgan sat on the living room couch.
"Thanks, Avery. It's too bad he had to see his family today, it would have been so much fun to open presents with him..." Morgan sighed before perking up, "But at least we can open what he got us!" You were slammed into each side of the cardboard box as Morgan shook your gift excitedly.
"Stop shaking your gift like a little kid, just open it already!" Quinn said, showing some rare enthusiasm as she too wanted to open her gifts.
Without another moment to spare, light filled your box making your eyes wince as they adjusted. As they did, your vision was filled with your brown-haired roommates gaping-mouthed face, her hair hanging loosely in front of her head as she peered down at you. "Oh my god! A new bike seat! I've been dying for one of these!" Morgan quickly grasped you in her excited hands, tossing your box down to her feet as she probed you with a wide smile.
"Actually, it's a cover. I helped him get it all set up for you!" Avery beamed, playing the perfect part of a helpful angel, your usually skeptical roommates guards completely down on this festive day.
"Well, perfect timing! I was thinking of signing up for a bike race but this seals the deal!" Stroking a hand delicately over your face, Morgan continued, "Biking hasn't really been my thing since this seat always made my butt sore, but now I'm gonna have to train harder than ever to get in proper form if I'm going to win this race~!"
Quinn let a dainty laugh slip, "Well I guess we won't be seeing much of you from now on, but at least we know where to find you! Hell, I always thought that seat could barely hold up my ass but now if it can maybe I'll even give it a try!"
You felt an overwhelming anxiety creep over you as Quinn spoke. Between Avery's lusty and knowing gaze, Morgan's exercise-hungry glare, and Quinn's curious stare, you were hating all of this attention as these three curvy giantess looked at you with desire, all while you sat in Morgan's warm lap.
Morgan eagerly rushed her two roommates through opening the last of their gifts, before hoisting you from your spot where she had left you at her feet while she opened gifts, speeding off to her exercise bike where she could properly place you. Once adjusting you to her desired height, Morgan didn't waste a second before nimbly straddling you. With dramatic and excruciatingly slow flare, Morgan slowly lowered her butt down onto you before adding more and more of her weight onto you. Your vision was filled with redness and then blackness as Morgan pressed her Christmas-themed ass onto you.
It was clear immediately why Morgan had been one to complain about the seat over either of your two other roommates. Morgan's glutes were nicely toned through years of strenuous exercise, a much harsher pressure pounding you into the seat than with Avery and her doughy ass. 'At least Morgan is wearing shorts...' You feebly thought, a minor consolation as Morgan's butt was punishing you far harder than Avery's, but at least you had two layers of clothing separating you from the dank insides of Morgan's thick rear.
A deep and passionate murmur dribbled from Morgan's throat as she felt her butt sink into the newly cushioned seat. "Ohhhh, yessss. This is such an improvement. Guess I'll be able to do that race after all!" You groaned as you made out Morgan's words from the scratchy prison of pulsating flesh as she began to peddle, the rough spandex of her shorts gliding against your face effortlessly but still burning your skin with rough friction.
"I guess I'll wait until it's warm out though, that would give me extra time to train too. April would probably do nicely..." You tried to scream for mercy as Morgan began to sweat, the dank fluid easily penetrating her underwear and shorts to drain onto you, where your body greedily absorbed her latest emission. April?! That was four months away! How on Earth would you make it four months under this exercise obsessed giantess, let alone if Quinn or Avery got involved!? Your screams died against Morgan's thick ass, never managing to penetrate even her shorts as she increased her pace.
As Morgan trains for her race, sweat dripping free onto you as her ass chews you like gum beneath it's grinding rotation, what happens?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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