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Quick bike ride
🕑 Added 2022-12-31 04:04:55 +0000 UTC
Rubbing your weary eyes, you cover a wide yawn as you walk past the large glass doors surrounding your local mall. Although the movie you watched was great, the late screening time cuts into the nightly gaming session with your friends. Nonchalantly peering into the dimly lit and empty entrance, you find your bike safely chained onto a pole in the same position you left it hours ago. Clicking it free, you embark on your brisk fifteen-minute ride back home so you can join your friends as soon as possible.
“Oh fuck…” you mutter the moment your feet push down onto the pedal and hear a loud crunch emanating from below. Fearing that your gears broke, you look back to see it in working order, not noticing your feet a few sizes smaller than before with petite toes wrapped in a pair of cute pink socks. Propping yourself better onto the bike, you start to ride into the darkness in hopes of finding the main road back home. Too dark to notice your hands twitching, your fingers elongate into slender feminine digits with long glossy nails while your palms shrink and struggle to grasp both the handle and handbrake like before. The changes flow upwards, forcing your wrists to crack thinner and your biceps to deflate into a thin layer of fat covering your weak womanly arms.
“Ah… here we go…” you grin to yourself, seeing a row of streetlamps ahead indicating the location of the main road. Feeling a bit more confident, you start to pedal faster, feeling the blood rush through your legs and around your body as you start to pant for breath. Too focused onto the approaching light, you don’t notice your calves and thighs bubbling thicker with fat from every stride until your legs start to cramp from all the sudden changes. “Ow… what the…” you grunt in pain, slowing your bike down alleviate the uncomfortable sensations. Struggling to ride up a slight incline, you wonder why your bike seems heavier than usual, unaware of your thick juicy thighs jiggling around with every movement. You let out a small moan and shiver as your plump sensitive inner thighs start to rub against the cold metal frame of your bike.
Finally reaching the first beam of light, you look down at your legs in confusion since they seem a bit different than before. Sinking your dainty fingers into the soft fleshy thighs, you coo softly as memories of going to the gym to focus on your legs blasts into your mind along with manicures with friends a few days ago in the mall. Frowning, you question the wavering logic in your head since it’s a bit odd for a man like yourself to partake in such activities but your thoughts are cut short as you swerve sharply to avoid a pothole in the dark. Simultaneously, your broad shoulders loudly crunch inwards into round feminine shoulders with a high collarbone as you struggle to regain control of your bike. “Shit… that was close…” you mumble to yourself as you look back at the hole. With your back twisted in an awkward angle to observe the pothole, your spine suddenly pops multiple times into a permanently shorter and curvier posture forcing your chest outwards and ass further back into the seat.
Loud gurgling sounds echo from your stomach and causes you to panic as you suspect it to be from the popcorn at the cinema threatening to escape. Hoping to get home and relieve yourself, you start to pedal faster oblivious to your belly flattening into a toned athletic core while your waist sucks inwards into an distinct hour-glass figure and contracts your diaphragm. Breathing deeply, you shudder slightly as rolls of fat dissipate from your stomach and move to other parts of your body. Approaching another streetlamp, you pause for a second and wonder why you’re wearing grey yoga pants, but you remember the comfort and flexibility it gave while watching the movie in the cinema.
Peering into the distance, you see a slightly covered path besides the next streetlamp you remember to be a shortcut home so you start to pedal faster. As the wind begins to whip across your face, your scalp starts to itch as your hair cascades down to the bike seat, turning black like the shadows and wavy near the bottom. Shaking your head, you slightly smile at the nostalgic sensation of your long hair flapping in the wind as you tuck your fringe behind your ear. You always loved your carefully maintained hair costing hundreds every year along with your perfectly plucked eyebrows and long eyelashes. Feeling the refreshing breeze, you giggle softly as your jaw softens and cheekbones pop higher to form a rounder and smaller feminine face. Taking a deep breath of air, your nose suddenly pops smaller into a cute button nose with a higher bridge causing you to cough loudly. “Ahhhh… that felt weird…” you say to yourself, hearing your voice cracking higher into a seductive feminine tone with a clear Japanese accent dripping with lust. Covering your mouth in surprise, you feel your lips plumping up into pillowy cocksuckers as you lick your pearly teeth. “I… I didn’t know I sounded so… sexy…” you giggle, feeling your neck become thinner and ignoring your gut instincts screaming at you that something’s amiss. Squinting into the light as you reach the next streetlamp, the corners of your eyes become slanted while your eyes widen into a seductive foxy look with dark brown irises.
“This… the way…” you mumble to yourself in broken English as the vocabulary in your mind slowly shifts into Japanese. Lifting your bike off the asphalt road and onto the gravel path, you pull out your phone protruding out of your tight yoga pants and see a message from your friend not asking to play a game but to meet at the nearby park. “Yes… very close!” you grin before setting off on the bumpy gravel pathway. Wincing a few times, you feel slightly aroused from your nipples chafing against your shirt as they harden with dark and wide areolas surrounding them. Trying to ignore the tingling sensation on your chest you don’t notice fat flowing under your nipples and pushing them outwards into budding A-cup breasts. Determined to ride through the dirt track, you grunt softly as your tits swell into modest C-cups starting to jiggle with every bump on the path. “Oohh… mmphhh… yes…” you moan subconsciously as your breasts finally balloon into DD-cups, forcing you to lean forward from the weight and causing your shirt to rip down to collar to free your massive puppies. Feeling the chilly breeze run through your deep cleavage, you smile to yourself as your nipples perk up from the cold. Barely able to control your tits from bouncing from every bump on the path, you arch your back further to push them out as memories of boys ogling your breasts fill your mind.
Finally reaching the end of the gravel track, you guide your bike down a brick footpath cutting through the park near your house. Pumping your thick legs down the pedals, you don’t notice your hips swaying side to side until a loud crunch echo through the silent park. “W-what happen?” you mutter cautiously, not noticing your wide child-bearing hips protruding out from the sides with fat filling them out as they contrast your thin waist. Rubbing your soft hips, you shrug your dainty shoulders and continue riding as fat starts to flood into your ass and stretch your sensitive skin to its limits. Shifting uncomfortably on your bike seat, you try to find the best position to no avail as your ass continues to swell with soft flesh to match your thick thighs and wide hips. Shuddering for a second, you moan softly as the tip of the hard bike seat digs into your ass crack, spreading your fatty ass cheeks apart as your yoga pants struggle to contain your heavy bubble butt. “OOohh… this so good…” you whimper with your jaw slack as you discreetly rub your plump ass along the seat, feeling increasingly horny with memories of doing anal filling your malleable mind.
Unable to continue riding from all the burning pleasurable sensations, your bike falls into a patch of flowers while your trembling knees give way, causing you to crumple to the floor. “Mmmphh… aaahh…” you moan, looking past your DD-cup breasts to see your stiff boner painfully pressed against the tight yoga pants. Peeling back the tight material, you suddenly orgasm, sending a torrent of cum onto your breasts and all over your toned belly. Slightly embarrassed from touching yourself in a public area, your anxiety is quickly overwhelmed by lust as the smell of cum wafts into your nose. With a patch of cum soaking your yoga pants, you shudder as your empty balls deflate and slurp into your crotch before reforming into fertile ovaries waiting to be impregnated. Eyes rolling back from all the pleasure, you rub your cum coated fingers along your cock until it disappears and inverts into your body to connect with your ovaries. Panting for breath, you gasp loudly as your fingers run along a tight slit dripping with juices and pink folds. Hearing your phone clattering onto the brick floor, you look to see your friend Jackson sending you another message.
“Soooo… hornyyyyy…” you moan, pushing your fingers deeper into your newly developed pussy as memories of Jackson’s dick deep inside you fills your mind. Shaking your head in denial, your head throbs in pain as reality starts to shift around you and your eyes glaze. “N-no… he my frie--- boyfriend…” you slur with conflicted thoughts as a Japanese childhood fills your memories and you remember flying to United States as an exchange student before meeting Jackson. Twirling your fingers around your moist pussy causes your legs to spread apart as juices spray onto the bricks and your mind to blank one last time. As your long eyelashes flutter open, you smile widely to see your boyfriend walking towards you from the darkness with his boner clearly protruding out. Tingles of excitement runs down your body as your skin becomes hairless and takes on a creamy yellow-ish oriental hue.
“So, you got my message” Jackson grins, seeing you on the floor looking up at him submissively with your legs spread apart and pussy glistening under the streetlamp. Nodding back at him, you tentatively pull off your shirt to reveal your milky DD-cup breasts begging to be groped and sucked on. “I just couldn’t wait until you came back so…” he grins before tearing off his pants to reveal his throbbing cock as you stare hungrily at it.
“Fill me…” you coo alluringly with your fingers spreading your tight pussy lips apart as Jackson pins you onto the ground and teases your slit with the tip of his cock. Moaning into his ear, you feel your round breasts press onto his manly chest as he leans onto you and slides his dick effortlessly into your pussy. “Ooohh… keep… going…” you pant with your toes curled in pleasure as he starts to pound your pussy, causing your juicy ass and heavy breasts to bounce with every thrust. Clenching onto his shaft with your moist vaginal muscles, you move your hips around to feel every inch of his dick. Hearing a grunt, you feel your pussy fill with hot cum until some start to drip out of your tight opening as Jackson slides his cock out. “Fuck me… one more time…” you slur seductively as you flip onto your belly and thrust your ass up at him with your fleshy cheeks spread apart waiting to be penetrated.
“Holy shit… my wish really worked…” Jackson chuckles as he holds onto your wide hips like handles before thrusting his dick into your ass. Overwhelmed with ecstasy, you ignore his comments and smile lustfully back at him as he continues to will your insides with cum.
