I’m a fairly normal woman, early 20s, and a fitness freak. I spend far too much time in the gym but I do have a perfect figure as a result.
I’m a daydreamer, and sometimes I set the goals on the gym machines and then my mind wanders off while I run or cycle or crosstrain.
This particular day, I was daydreaming. I was staring ahead at another machine where a similarly perfect-figured young woman was working out. My eyes worked down from her red hair, the sweat beading round her neck line, her sweat-soaked t-shirt, down to her sweat-soaked lower back, and eventually down to her perfect round ass where again, sweat had pooled around the top of her arse leaving a line on her tight fitting lycra pants. Below that was the seat of the exercise bike and my mind simply wandered, wondering what her steamy hot ass would be like under there, how sweaty it would be, what it might smell like under there.
The lights in the gym flickered randomly, and a storm seemed to be whipping up outside.
Momentarily distracted, I resumed my daydreaming. I wondered how hot and sweaty inside her gym pants would be. Wondered if, like me, she was soggy wet down below from all the exercise. If, like me, the vibrations of the gym bike caused her to feel horny, her tight gym clothes riding against her mound as her body bobbed around on the exercise bike.
Again the lights flickered and this time thunder and lightning outside.
I finished my routine on my machine and stepped off. I felt a little dizzy and suddenly the room spun. I felt like I was blacking out.
Moments later, I regained consciousness. I was still hot and sweaty and considered I must have fainted. I tried to open my eyes and move but I couldn’t. Everything was dark.
I then got a feeling that something was moving around above me. Above my face in fact. Either side of my nose felt like my cheeks were moving back and forth. Was it a massage? I wasn’t breathing, but I could smell and there was a sweet damp smell. My face felt sweaty.
I was desperate to move and understand what was going on. Then suddenly it became clear.
Above me light returned, and my vision became clear. I was below the red haired girl’s ass. It was jiggling above me. She was standing on the pedals of the bike, sprinting presumably. But why, how was she here? She remembered daydreaming about being here, but was it possibly she’d magically transported here?
My vision was once again obscured as the red haired girl planted her ass square on my face again. The face massage continued. The sweet smell returned. My “nose” seemed to be right where her intimate areas would be. My “eyes” were one under each ass cheek.
I considered my predicament, and it would seem I must now be the seat on the exercise bike given how I was experiencing things.
My vision returned and the red-haired girl climbed off the bike. I could see her beautiful body in my peripheral vision, but my view was distinctly upwards looking at the ceiling. I could barely see around me. Only upwards at the crotch that had just stepped off me.
Her face came into view of me and peered down at me. Oh my god, she was so beautiful. Absolutely stunning.
“I could sense you staring at me and fantasising about this. I’m a witch with amazing powers. I thought I’d make your dreams come true. I hope you enjoyed being under my ass. Thing is, it’ll be a few days before I’m next here... maybe I’ll turn you back to human again one day. But I can only do it if you really want it. I sensed you wanted this badly. I’m not sensing any regret now, so I’m assuming you’re happy with your new life?”
My mind was reeling, I couldn’t talk, but she could hear my thoughts. But despite me asking to be returned to my previous form, she was right, I wasn’t yet desperate for it, and so she did nothing.
“I have a membership so I’ll be back, here and there. Don’t go anywhere. You may not know I’m here as your field of vision can only really see straight up. I’ll ensure you’ve ample time to enjoy the delights of your new form. Watch out for my ass though, I’m the only one who can tell your feelings and undo this. If you ever feel like it being undone.”
“You’re a daydreamer. You can daydream as long as you like now!”
With that she went out of view, wiped me down, and she was gone. As her sweat evaporated off me, I cooled. I wanted to experience this new form, she was right, I wasn’t yet desperate to get back to my human form. I had all the daydreaming space I needed.
I heard footsteps nearing and a body appeared beside me. It was another woman. She hopped onto the bike for which I was the seat, and settled her ass onto me. She started to pedal and my face felt the familiar massage effect. She must have been working out already as I instantly felt damp. Quickly, as her pace picked up, I heated up under her ass. I noticed her hygiene wasn’t great, the red-haired girl was sweet and clean. This woman didn’t smell great, and as she continued to pedal, it got worse. Her scent was musty, as her arse continued to sweat, I could smell her butt crack. She rode me for what felt like an eternity, and when she stepped off, I was relieved. She didn’t clean me afterwards and I was left with her stinky sweat on me.
As the day went on, I had three more riders, an older lady, a large man, and another young woman.
Each would wiggle their ass into position above my face and jostle above me. Each would sweat heavily, and as they dismounted me, a line of ass crack sweat would sit down my middle until it slowly evaporated as I cooled down.
As the days progressed I spaced out a little bit, able to indulge my daydreaming only interrupted for a few moments while new riders settled on me and used me for my purpose.
I lost count of the asses that had ridden me. Hundreds, over probably weeks. I’d lost count of the days and the nights. I continued to space out. I didn’t know when or if the red-haired girl would return.
I did long for my old body as it was lonely on my own.
Then one day, and I almost missed her, the red-haired ass descended on me. “IT’S YOU!” I screamed mentally. She lifted her ass and talked down to me, “Yes it is. Tell me your thoughts while I ride.”
I told her how I was more and more spaced, how I enjoyed being good at something at last, having all the time to daydream. But I also explained I missed my body, and how I’d love to be able to talk to her personally about this.
After an hour of bliss under her ass, she hopped off and came in close again.
“I’ll turn you back, it’s been three months, would you believe? I used every bike except you to avoid you being able to ask. Let’s talk over coffee.”
Moments later, I blacked out again and woke up being pulled to my feet. I’d forgotten how my body worked. I was back in my gym clothes from a few months earlier, and it was as if I’d stepped back into the moment before I’d been transformed. However, my face was red and glowing presumably from having so many asses ride it. My mouth was dry and tasted like ass crack. Everything about me smelled of sweaty ass.
“I smell real bad,” was the first thing I managed to say.
“Yeah you do. That’s what happens when your entire form spends three months as a bike seat. It kind of permeates your every pore when you’re turned back. It’ll pass after a few days. Probably.”
She took us in her car to a coffee shop and we grabbed coffee. Sitting there, I had so many things to say. Or did I? I wanted to ask things, but couldn’t really articulate myself. Ten minutes earlier, I’d been an inanimate bike seat. Now I was sitting in a cafe with a coffee and a numbed mind. I must have looked vacant.
She spoke. “So you’re quiet. I get that. You’ve had a life-changing experience. For the better I hope. I programmed your transformation to reduce your resistance to your new reality every time a new rider rode you. Your old life vanished bit by bit in the ass of the rider. If I’d left you much longer you would have eventually forgotten your previous life.”
Thinking about it, I could barely remember my old life. It scared me to think of returning to it.
“Can I be a bike seat again please, Miss?” was all I could say. What was wrong with me? I had more to say than that surely. That said, I felt inside I really wanted this. “Please? But I would like you to stop reducing my resistance. I want to be aware that I was once human, once had a life, once had a different purpose.”
She looked me up and down. “You want to spend the rest of your life under someone else’s ass? Your consciousness in a hard leather prison, your face nothing more than a surface for asses to ride, for crotches and pussies to sweat onto?”
I nodded, licking my dry lips. “Perhaps once in a while you might allow me some freedom so that I don’t go utterly nuts?
She pondered a moment. “I can cast a spell that has conditions. It’ll be a little bit like Cinderella. You’ll have occasional freedom, but at midnight you’re back into your leather existence. But I set the conditions.”
I also gingerly asked, “I also feel horny. I’ve not had an orgasm for so long. I would love my predicament to result in pleasure occasionally.”
Again the redhead pondered. The room suddenly stopped apart from the two of us. Everyone stopped moving. There wasn’t a sound.
“You can start by getting under the table and tonguing me to orgasm. Then I’ll make your wish come true.”
I did as asked and crawled under the cafe table. She had slid down her gym gear and was still sweaty as I moved in. She spread her legs and I lapped at her soaking wet pussy. The pussy that had ridden my face. I circled my tongue, lapped up her juices, nibbled her clit. I could sense her reaching a climax and as she did the room began to shake a little and then my reality changed. Again. I felt myself morph and be absorbed into her crotch. I was still licking her, and the more I did, the more I felt like I was attached to her. Over about 30 seconds, my entire form shrank and morphed until I could no longer tongue her. At that point, my view shifted and I was looking out from her under the table. As I got my bearings, I realised I was now her intimate area. I say that as I felt like I went from her lower back down and up to her belly button.
“You can be a part of me until I’m next at the gym, you can enjoy being that sexy ass and pussy of mine, then you can go back to being that bike seat. Once a month for 12 hours you’ll become human again, but you’ll always go back to that bike seat in the end. If it’s ever replaced, your soul will transfer to another bike seat, for the rest of eternity. You’ll only age when you’re in human form so you’ll have this existence for millennia.”
I felt the red-haired girl finger me, my lips were her lips, or so it felt. When she put her fingers into her pussy it felt like she was poking her fingers in my mouth. As she played and built her excitement I felt my mouth drooling and getting wetter. As she orgasmed, I felt my mouth dribble and all around me pulsed with electricity.
The red-haired girl did this several times over the next few days until she next went to the gym. At that point, I felt my soul shift from her to the bike seat. She loomed over me again, “My membership expires today. I’ll ride you one last time, but I’m afraid this is where we part company. I hope you enjoy the rest of your life. Make the most of your human time. Remember you only get 6 days a year on holiday! Use it wisely!”
With that, she shifted her ass into my face and proceeded to cycle for a good hour. I’d never been so sweaty.
She got up off me and disappeared out of view. I never saw that beautiful redhead again.
Here’s to an infinite life of ass worship. And daydreaming. And wondering what to do with my 12 hours leave a month...