This choice: Months pass and Morgan realizes it's you, but she needs you now more than ever • Go Back...Chapter #7Ridden for Months on End by: Azazel-8   Intent on breaking in her new seat and getting a feel for riding again after months of slacking off, Morgan ended up using you for a solid two hours, only stopping when Avery returned to drag her sister away so they could return to Christmas celebrations. When the brunette’s firm rear finally peeled itself from her perch you were left drenched in her overwhelming sweat and thoroughly crushed into the shape of the seat such that you knew it would take at least a day, if not more, for you to even start to reform. As for the girl who had left you to this fate, she didn’t even spare you a glance as she ushered your tormentor towards the shower, seemingly having already forgotten you.
Left to stew in your housemate’s scent, you had hoped that as the day wore on Morgan and Quinn would raise further questions as to your absence and that Avery would be forced to reveal the truth, after which you would hopefully be freed from this prison. You’d need to find some way to apologise to your would-be rider for forgetting her gift, but you’d rather find a way to make it up to her that didn’t involve serving as her personal butt cushion and sweat absorber. Unfortunately, your hopes were in vain and you spent the rest of the day listening to the distant sounds of your friend’s revelry, left to spend your entire Christmas as nothing more than a cheap piece of equipment until the apartment turned dark and you finally drifted into a fitful sleep, fearing what would come next.
When you woke the next morning it was to the crushing weight of Morgan’s booty falling upon you, any miniscule progress your body had made towards reforming instantly reset as the fit brunette began to pedal once more, her powerful glutes scrapping across you as she quickly built up speed. There was no resistance you could offer as you were subjected to another hour of intense use, left behind laden with a fresh wave of sweat while your roommate headed off to her morning shower. Your Boxing Day passed by with little more than occasional glimpses of your friends as they passed the little home gym, and the occasional snippet of conversation drifting in from the door. As things began to turn dark you hoped perhaps that you may begin to reform by morning, enough at least to be noticed, only for Morgan to return for her second ride of the day, crushing your dreams again.
Though you couldn’t have known it, Quinn had indeed quizzed Avery as to your continued absence, wondering why neither you nor your family had been in contact. However, the absentminded model had already forgotten her the truth, and was wholly convinced that you been called away on an unspecified family emergency, repeating the lie even as you were being crushed by her sister in the next room. Your agreement forgotten, the pink-haired girl didn’t even think to order a new bike seat or seat cover to free you, content in the knowledge that you were going to be perfectly fine.
You, of course, were not fine. Morgan quickly settled into a routine of riding the bike twice a day, mounting you for an hour each morning before she started her day and then an hour each night before going to bed. Each day and night you were left to marinate in her leftover sweat and heat as you could do nothing but wait in dreadful anticipation of the next ride, knowing that any fitful sleep you did manage to catch would inevitably be interrupted by that firm ass descending upon you once more. Worse yet, after a week of hearing your brunette roommate gush about the new seat, Avery and Quinn eventually decided to try you out themselves. Both girls made use of you sporadically at first, and for a half hour at most, but gradually they built up their own times, giving in to just how comfortable you were as they experienced what it was like to have the perfect bike seat.
Though Morgan would remain your primary user, as the weeks passed you saw more and more of each girl’s rear, each putting in at least a few hours a week and giving you very little relief from their crushing weight and overflowing sweat. You quickly became so familiar with their rears that even when you were woken from a fitful sleep to a weight dropping upon you you could instantly tell who it was, just by whether it was the firm buttocks of Morgan, the bouncing butt of Avery or Quinn’s thick and bountiful rear. Your only insights into the goings on of the world around you came when the girls happened to talk in your vicinity, which mostly meant listening to their discussions around exercise or the slowly approaching bike race which had started this ceaseless torment.
Even without listening in you knew that Morgan was committed to winning. As January dragged on towards February she rode you harder and harder each day, increasing the resistance of the bike and gradually using you more and more in her spare time, seemingly mounting you whenever she had even a few minutes to spare. Despite that, she still let Avery and Quinn to take their turns as well, encouraging the two to give it their all and consider joining her for the race. Since Christmas you had not been given a single day of rest, and by now you knew that even if you did it would take more than your own feeble efforts to reform. You had been crushed so much, and so smeared beneath the hot, sweating, shifting buttocks of your roommates that you were basically ironed onto the seat.
Your first small sliver of hope arrived in the form of your sister Tracy visiting in early February, concerned that she hadn’t heard from her tiny brother since Christmas Eve. When given the story that had been told, she instantly revealed that there had been no family emergency and, still delirious from a recent use from an uncommonly flatulent Quinn, you stirred to the sound of raised voices as your sister’s concerned wrath was turned on Avery. The pinkette didn’t need to fake her confusion as she insisted that that had been what you said and she didn’t know where you were. Accusations and suppositions flew thick and fast, so much so that you couldn’t make much sense of what was actually being said, but eventually tempers settled and a path forward was found.
For the rest of that day and the next, Tracy inspected the apartment for any item you may have been stuck to or unwittingly forced into becoming, catching a few hours of sleep on the couch to recharge. She asked to check Christmas presents that had been handed out the day you went missing, figuring that as they were new an alteration to them would be less likely to be noted as odd, and taking particular interest in anything received from yourself. When you heard this discussed you prayed you would be saved and were relieved when Morgan noted with some trepidation that she had received a new bike seat. Unfortunately, the brunette had forgotten Avery’s comment that the gift was a cover rather than the seat itself, and your heart dropped when Tracy noted that a whole bike seat wasn’t something you could be formed into. Your sister did check the seat just in case, but you were smashed beyond recognition, such that she couldn’t tell there was separate cover at all.
Your situation only got worse as Tracy requested to stay for the time being and keep looking for you, your roommates quickly agreeing on the condition that she contribute to the rent. Inevitably this lead to your younger sister joining the rotation of your use, unknowingly working off the stress of being unable to find her precious big brother by grinding her healthy butt all over said brother’s face. Crushed worse than ever, you’d have to wait until the trailing days of March for a miracle to finally occurred, long after you had given up hope after endless hours of use by you four oblivious tormentors. Returning from her shower after a marathon riding session, Quinn had noted that the seat was beginning to get a bit sticky, adhering slightly to her rear with each use. Avery had joked in response that they used the bike so much the seat was starting to melt, while Morgan had suggested that it was just struggling to soak up all of the sweat, suggesting that she’d take the cover off after her nightly ride and put in the wash overnight so it would be ready again for her morning routine.
Unknown to you, your sister’s blood ran could as she repeated the word ‘cover’ to herself and turned horrified eyes to your roommates. A stampede of feet brought all four ladies into your view, rousing you from fitful slumber as you feared the worse, only to be pleasantly surprised as Tracy exclaimed that they hadn’t told her the cover was separate from the seat itself, and that it could be you. Instead of the rears you had grown so familiar with it was your sister’s hands this time which descended to pick at you, desperately trying to find your edges and free you from this torment. Your hopes rose, only to be dealt a fresh blow as Morgan interceded, pulling your potential saviour back as she complained that the other girl was going to ruin her bike, insisting it may not be you at all.
The verbal argument that followed was intense. In truth, Morgan was worried that your sister might be right and that she had been unknowingly ridding her friend and roommate for months, but she also really really wanted to win that race and felt that her chances of doing so would plummet if she lost her special cover, especially when they couldn’t even be completely sure it was you. Tracy, of course, was not happy at all with those arguments, wondering if the fitness enthusiast was willing to leave you trapped forever just to satisfy her own needs and demanding they test the cover straight away. Your roommate countered that she wasn’t talking about forever, just until her bike race at the end of April, then they could test you together. Neither girl was willing to give much ground, even as Quinn and Avery tried to interject, hoping to negotiate an agreement rather than come to blows.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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