Chapter #7Cycling Secret by: Unknown "I don't know, I just have a lot of energy today!" Avery chirped enthusiastically, further throwing her twin off guard. Morgan finished putting her gym bag away in a spare locker, turning to face her sister with a curious expression.
"Oh really? And what could be the source of that?" Morgan stepped closer to Avery, giving her a playful pinch on the cheek continuing, "Could it be you're all jittery thinking about our cute new roommate?" Avery blushed immediately cracking under her sisters spot on pressure. "Or maybe you're just here to get into super shape to impress him?"
You heard little of this prodding as Avery sat herself down on one of the benches along the locker room. You heard some mention of 'cute roommate' which flattered you immensely before you felt Avery's body weight pour onto you as her cheeks collided with the rock-solid seat. Your body stretched and pulled against your roommate's curves, but your natural properties refused to let you budge free.
The pink-haired cutie was cracking under the pressure of her sisters, teasing, wiggling in her seat nervously with each new question. You prayed if only she knew the damage such wiggling caused you, maybe she'd stop, but with how playful she was, you worried she might just ramp it up. "Ehh? I mean he is cute...but I don't know about all that" Avery meekly whispered, twirling a strand of hair innocently while avoiding eye contact.
Seeing she had hit the nail on the head, Morgan gave Avery a light jab with her elbow, saying, "No worries, Ave. He did ask to spend alone time with you after all, I'll bet he likes you!"
Having heard just what she wanted to, Avery hopped up, causing her booty to swing together and embrace you in a warm and powerful bear hug, exclaiming "I think so too! I think we're going to be like, total besties!"
Morgan couldn't help but chuckle at her sis's enthusiasm. She certainly did have an infatuation with tinies. Not that Morgan could talk, she found herself especially guilty of that when she laid eyes on you. "Well it's a good thing we left him at home, I bet he's going to get more of us in his life than he could ever handle!"
With a shared bout of giggling, the girls made their way off to the cycling studio, you bouncing along with each peppy step Avery took. Finding a good pair of bikes next to each other, you winced as you felt your energized wearer straddle hers and plop down on top of you. You took a mental deep breath as you prayed you'd just have to survive this and then you could work on making sure this never happened to you again. All you had to do was make sure Avery remembered you.
Soon you heard an instructor calling out, and some high tempo music start to play through the room. Of course all you really heard was the bass, as Avery's plump cheeks did an amazing job of muffling every bit of sound, especially once she started peddling and you found yourself creeping deeper and deeper within her booty.
As the minutes droned on of the class, and you fought to remain conscious through the saccharine barrage of increasingly sweaty ass flesh, even Avery seemed to take notice of your worsening position. While she was practically fighting the urge to moan at how smooth and secure you were pressed up against the deepest regions of her hips, the grinding wedgie was a minor inconvenience she could go without.
"Everything good, Avery? Don't tell me you're going to stop just because you've started sweating?" Morgan asked her roommate, barely breaking her sentence as she had hardly gotten started.
Avery on the other hand was keeping tempo quite nicely, super motivated by her tiny companion, but her body was compensating by starting to sweat profusely. Fresh perspiration lined her forehead, sticking a few stands of her hair to her face as the fluid changed the color from it's light pink to a darker hot pink. "This is great!" Avery got out taking a few breaths, "Just this damn wedgie slowing me down." she accentuated her statement by standing and slamming into the seat a few times in a mock attempt to make a change, only clumsily succeeding in forcing you deeper.
Your screams of protest fell on deaf ears as she continued grinding on you in a vain attempt to force you to comply. Morgan just laughed at her sisters uncomfy dance atop the exercise cycle, giving her best advice, "Just ignore it! You get used to it, it does do a job on the panties though so I hope you're wearing some tough ones. I'm sure even though this pair I'm wearing was brand new it'll be worn thin by the end of today though."
The sisters exchanged laughs at the poor state of affairs their underwear would suffer through, Avery not even thinking the torture you must be going through, too busy laughing at how much Morgan must have to spend on new workout thongs every month. She sure was lucky she had you though, now she'd never need to wear thin another pair of her luxury panties again once they arrived. After all, you had practically begged her to get strapped around her luscious booty, right?
"Alright ladies, time to take on the incline!" the instructor called out, forcing every woman to stand on the peddles in a mock attempt to simulate uphill cycling. You felt it before you heard it though, as Avery stood atop her peddles, her glutes were forced into overdrive to hold her up, squeezing the life out of you. Each controlled pedal of Avery's feet forced one glute to grind slowly against the other, chewing you up like nothing more than gum beneath their powerful embrace.
The intense difficulty of the cycling was taking it's toll on the usually sedentary girl as well, as sweat flowed down the small of her back, meeting it's end as you were forced to absorb it all for her. You cried for help but it was totally lost on the airhead above you, as she wasn't even concerned with your state at all.
She didn't feel any sweat pooling under her butt, so she figured she must just not be sweating from there, your utility being totally lost on her as she remarked how lucky you were to not have to deal with that. Not that she'd care to do anything even if you were. For all she knew, you probably liked that kind of stuff, what else would you expect after you ask to be strapped to her butt?
As the class ground to a halt, you let loose a thankful sigh as you felt Avery's sweaty form step off the torturous cycle. You'd met this girl just hours prior, but you had already gotten up close and personal with the grime her body wanted to smother you in and you had had enough for a lifetime.
The girls made their way off to the locker room, remarking their tough workout as they did. "Heehee~! Morgan your butts alllll sweaty!" Morgan didn't even take offense to her sis's playful jab, understanding it came with the territory by now, and thankfully not having any cute guy like you around to be embarrassed by.
"Yeah well your everything's sweaty...except your butt actually. What the heck? What's up with that?" Morgan asked tapping her sister's butt as if she couldn't believe it, shocking you as you felt her warm hand prod you from the outside of Avery's leggings for just a second.
"Hmmm, no clue! Must be my good genes!" Avery chirped, tilting her head cutely totally content with her answer.
Morgan only facepalmed, groaning quietly, "We have the same genes..." before she took off her layers of sweat-laden clothes, tossing them loosely into her gym bag. "Here, I knew you'd forget so I brought you spare clothes, I'll see ya in the showers" Morgan said laying out a pile for Avery before walking off with only a towel wrapped around her.
"Aw thanks, sis! You know me so well!" Avery beamed after her sis, beginning to strip herself. It was only as she peered at the roughed up tan thong she slipped down to her ankles that her memory was jogged. "Ah, Hunter! There you are! How'd you like the class? I bet you totes had an absolute blast!" Avery was as carefree and enthused as ever, even after a grueling workout.
Avery proceeded with her train of thought, not really expecting a response anyways. "And like, wow, you're still totally clean! Looks like my booty stretched you out a bit but that just means you'll actually fit properly now!" Avery tossed you into the gym bag, wrapping a towel around her nude body as she called after you, "It's a good thing too, looks like Morgan only brought a spare thong for herself! She can be so forgetful, heehee!~"
Lost in the irony of her statement, Avery had left you in a mass of clean and filthy clothes, all left in Morgan's trusty duffel sized gym bag. As Avery let the locker door slam shut, you were sealed in darkness as you heard Avery's steps flutter away, leaving you an exhausted and sweaty mess.
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