(Story) Dragged out for a ride

"Hallo!" "Hey Anna. How're you? Just getting back from a ride?" She was decked out in a crisp blue and black outfit that I was trying not to stare at too hard. Anna was six feet of beef wrapped in lycra and bright windproof fabrics. Her curves were just curvy enough, and her bottom perfectly round. I disengaged from the hug before I started thinking about her thighs. "Actually I haven't been out yet. I was hoping you'd come along? I really need to blow off some steam." Normally I couldn't refuse her a thing in the world. She knew it but didn't seem too interested in taking advantage. Also she was fitter and faster than me. "I, uh, didn't plan for that," I confessed, a little reluctant to disappoint her. "I don't have anything with me. Obviously I didn't bring my bike?" I couldn't help my voice rising at the end of the sentence, even though it wasn't really a question. She ran her hand through her ginger mop. "No problem. I asked my flatmate. You can borrow everything you need." "Um...OK?" She had already turned her thousand-watt smile on me, an ear-to-ear affair involving freckles and a slight wrinkling of her nose. I wasn't physically able to disappoint her. She led me to the bedroom that wasn't hers. "You can change in here." I went in and shut the door behind me and then had a small panic attack. My adrenaline spiked through the roof. I froze for a full minute while my knees wobbled. I opened the door again. "Um... I thought Alex was, um...?" She was leaning against the opposite wall, arms folded, grinning like a sphinx. "Oh, Alex moved out a couple of months ago. But Sarah's about your size, and she doesn't mind." "Um..." was all the intelligence I could muster. "Can we talk about it later? I'll be cranky if I don't get my ride today." "Um..." "Oh good grief, what's the problem?" She strode past me. I shrank back inside Sarah's room. She detected the issue immediately. "Huh. I guess I didn't tell her you were a dude. I thought she had a couple of plainer things..." She made a show of rummaging through a pile of laundry. "...aaand they're not here." "I don't mind hanging about here while you go off for a bit," I said. I eyed the pile of Sarah's luscious bikewear nervously. I'd have five consecutive wanks perving over it if Anna left me alone with it, but she didn't need to know that. That would be a reasonable compromise, I thought. Anna turned her highbeams on me, raising an eyebrow and quirking her lip. "Hmmm. Aren't you the one who's always going on about equality of the sexes?" "Come on, that's completely different. Some things are just wrong." I took a step back from her and folded my arms defensively. "Just saying." Her eyes glittered. "Why don't you just put it on and see how you feel? It's not like most people look past the bum when a girl rides by anyway." My cheeks burned. She wasn't wrong but I didn't have a magnificent ass like hers to draw the eye. Mine were getting drawn to it now... "And you've only got a small package, it'll hardly show." Her logic felt like it was tying me up and raping me, as the old song went. Her assault was so matter-of-fact that I couldn't even begin to counter it. "Right, I'll give you a hand." My defenses broke when she put her huge hot hand on the back of my neck and guided me to the chest of drawers, and the pile of obnoxious kit. There was a mirror hanging above it, in which Anna towered over me by a full head. "'kay," I whispered, throat dry. She helped me off with my jumper and tee. I was amazed that my thundering pulse wasn't obvious in the mirror. "This first," Anna said. "Hey, what? That's not really necessary is it?" I protested. She brandished the bright pink compression bra with a devilish grin. She reached around me and pinched my right nipple, which stiffened up immediately. "You wouldn't want your nipples to chafe, would you? Women's shorts have the straps in a different place. You'll need this." I shuddered at her touch. Either she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she was the world's greatest friend, or she was clueless, and I'd have to keep pretending too. Reluctantly, I lifted my arms above my head. Anna shimmied the tight support top down over my head and helped me jam my arms through. It stretched but only so far. It grabbed me tightly. Anna traced a finger across my chest. It even squashed my pecs into some approximation of moobs. If I didn't look at my face... "Trousers," said Anna. Afraid I wouldn't be able to contain myself, I was hesitant. Anna wasn't having any of it. "For goodness' sake," she said. She unzipped me and pulled my trousers and pants down together. My dick sprang free and I gasped. Anna ignored it politely even as it rose to it's full five-inch glory. I stood rooted to the spot, avoiding her eyes. She laid the pink patterned shorts on the floor and coaxed me into lifting my feet. "Oh, my mistake, these aren't bibs," she said as she pulled them up. "Never mind, eh?" The slick fabric slithered against my knees and then spread across my thighs and cupped my balls. My cock was against my belly, poking up into the waistband, outlined under the pink, impossible to miss. My left knee twitched as I looked at myself in the mirror. I'd had all kinds of locker-room and changing-room fantasies over the years. They'd slowly merged with my submissive desires and lust for amazon women. But I'd never imagined a scenario like this. Anna was still busy. "Jersey now," she said. I moved as if in a dream as she zipped me into the tight jersey. It caressed me with its whisper-soft seams, snuck deep into my pits. Now I was pink from neck to knees. Flower-pattern pink. Fuck. No way I could be seen like this. The armwarmers. The legwarmers. All pink. All tight. I heard the rustle of the nylon windvest. After tight and shiny, tight and crinkly was the next best thing. Anna zipped it on me, right up to the top. She cupped my chin in her hand for a moment, tilting my head back a bit. I quivered. She probably felt it. Having my neck exposed like that, her powerful hand at my throat... "Can you do something about that?" she said. She was eyeing my stiff cock in the mirror. "I thought you'd be able to tuck it away." "Um..." was my standard response. Anna made a show of rolling her eyes. "Oh, all right," she said. "Since it's me who wants to go out." She stuck her hot hand down my shorts and grabbed my entire package. One finger slid past my balls to pressure my perineum. About ten seconds later I came all over her hand. She shoved my wilting junk deep into the shorts and then cleaned herself up with a tissue. She seemed content to leave some spunk in Sarah's shorts. "Don't worry, I'll wash them," she said. I didn't know what to do. I was helpless against her onslaught. I was not equipped to deal with what was happening. The socks were also pink. For a change, the bike shoes were white. Sarah's feet were close enough to mine in size that they just needed a little adjustment. Anna inspected me from a couple of paces away. "Hold on. That looks silly." I was almost disappointed that she agreed, although I could hardly have been mistaken for a girl. Anna looked around the room and came back with a razor and a handful of cream. She knelt and proceeded to shave the hair off the exposed skin of my shins. "You look great!" she announced. She ran her hands down my shoulders, turned me around, and felt my bum. "Believe me, nobody'll look twice. Also, you'll be with me, and obviously they'll be distracted." I cracked a smile at that. She might be fit and feisty, but she wasn't a great beauty. Not conventionally. When she smiled, though. Stab me through the heart already. I tried to hide behind her bulk as we carried the bikes downstairs. I stood by nervously as she tinkered with her settings, worried about passers by. I kept my head down, and tried to affect a shy girly posture. Riding was a bit better. It took a little getting used to, the outfit pulled at me in ways I wasn't used to. It felt nice. It sort of made sense, when gear was made for women it was usually a bit better thought out, a bit better put together. My cock made the occasional bid for freedom but between them the saddle and chamois kept it in line. Eventually we reached open country and I started to relax out of my defensive hunch. Anna picked up the speed and I had to push to keep up, even thought she let me slot in behind her wheel. I had an amazing view. Her thighs were insane, bulging with muscle. It was just dreamy, watching her pumping away. After the first pothole I was careful not to stare too hard, and to pay more attention to her hand signals. Cars flashed past. If the drivers noticed anything, they were gone too soon for me to bother getting embarrassed. We nodded politely to the few other riders that we crossed paths with. I kept my head down and shrank lower onto the bars. It was OK. It was thrilling, actually, in a certain way. Liberating, maybe. I don't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't worried about leers or abuse. I knew that Anna would protect me. That was usually how I felt around her, but now I was sure of it, sure of her. She'd persuaded me into this situation and she'd see I was kept safe. When we got back I was sweaty and tired, but I was standing a lot taller. My legs burned. The pink kit, for all its hideousness, had been a dream to wear. No scratchy seams or chafed nipples to report. My dick tends to retreat during a ride, even if it's not been packed away with unseemly haste. The pad had moulded itself to my crotch. But I didn't feel its lack. I felt streamlined, energised. I wondered if this was what it was like to be a girl. I kicked off the cleats and followed Anna into the kitchen for some rehydration. She was downing a pint glass of watered-down juice. I watched her pour it in efficiently. Then she was up in my face, pinning me to the wall with one of her massive thighs. She leaned down and kissed me. Her hand slid over the smooth expanse of my crotch. My trapped dick throbbed, but couldn't work itself free. She pulled back for some air. I stood there, mouth hanging open. I was frozen like the victim of an electrocution, vibrating at some terrible frequency but unable to move. "Say something," she said. "Pretty boy." "Um..." My voice cracked. "Juice. Please." She slid her arm around me and kept it there while she got out another glass. She held it up to my lips and helped me drink it. "That outfit's doing things to me," she confessed. "I've got such a lady-boner for you right now." "I thought you were gay?" I said, my voice higher than I liked. She cracked a wide grin. "So did I," she confided. "Messed up, isn't it?" My heart was thundering away. "You sure this isn't about Sarah?" Anna paused to think about it. I pressed into her side. I might not have another chance. "She's fit, and all. But... oh, you'll meet her. She's fun. But not like you. She doesn't have that look you have when you're so happy, and you don't have the words for it, and I just want to squeeze you and make you squirm..." She kissed me again, wrapped up in her long arms. My toes left the floor as she lifted me up. I rode her thigh. My dick ached for freedom. "It was just supposed to be a bit of fun," she confessed. "Get you kitted out like a girl, see if you really believed all that feminist stuff you spout about fashion. Then I saw what it did to you..." Her hands roved over my body, rumpling the crinkly nylon of the windvest and sliding over the tight lycra elsewhere. I was like jelly. "You loved it so much. You loved being dressed up and showed off, didn't you?" She grabbed my at my padded crotch and pushed. I groaned. She whispered in my ear. "I'm going to make such a fit girl out of you. You're going to be such a cute little sporty tom. We'll shave your legs and your chest and we'll do something about that pesky little cock of yours. I can still feel it, the little bugger..." She must have felt my breath catch as she cupped my crotch. "Too much?" she asked, looking me in the eyes. I blinked back tears. "Um..." She unwrapped herself from me and backed off. She rested her elbows on the kitchen counter. I took in her ample, muscular form, her crisp skintight kit that showed it off so well. "Use your words?" I coughed. I tried to start again. The words died in my throat. "I just can't," I croaked. "Make me?" She smiled broadly and approached me again. I flattened myself against the wall, but there was nowhere to run. "Make you beg?" she asked lightly. I couldn't look away from her eyes. She took me by the scruff of the neck and guided me to the living room. I rolled into the dent she made in the couch, and she slid an arm around me to hold me close. I brushed my cheek against her sweaty lycra shoulder. "From the beginning, then," she said. "You fancy me?" "Yeah," I said. "You ever dress up like a girl before?" I reddened. "It's a... gear thing? I think? I'm jealous of how fit you look. And team uniforms... something about all of you together... it's not the same with dudes." "You didn't answer my question." Her arm was rock solid around my shoulders. I could feel her biceps bulging. "Um... my mate's field hockey kit." "And how was that?" "Really really nice," I whispered. "Those little skirts... fuck." "Did you get it spunky?" "I tried not to..." She squeezed me and giggled. "I can't decide if I'm going to milk you dry or keep you blue 'til your nuts explode," she purred. I shivered. "And the shirt... so nice. With the big number on the back." Anna rubbed a hand across my chest. My nipples were bulging under the compression bra, engorged and sensitized by the tight smooth fabric. "Mmm," she said. "You little gear-queer." I hadn't heard the term before but it seemed to describe me quite accurately, up to a point. "I've seen you in bike shorts before, though. You've got some pretty flash kit. Don't you get off on that?" "Some. Used to. My first time... you know, with kit. I tried on a rowing onesie. Wobbly knees. It was everything, knowing the whole team wore them at once, imagining them not checking each other out... not just the tightness. Fuck. The cute lad whose it was, too." Anna looked like she was filing away every detail. "You're bi?" "Nah, not really. It was just teenage hormones. Wrapped up in lycra." She sat back and thought for a minute. "So if we go back to Sarah's room and I pick you out a nice girly shirt and a pair of jeans?" My pulse raced. "I'll enjoy it because it's you making me," I said. "But it's not the same. It's not gear that means something." Anna stopped the trickle of my tears by kissing me again. She pinned me to the couch with her mass and I was in heaven. Helpless. My body responded to her, seeking out the delicious whisper of artificial fabrics sliding over each other. "'Lo," came a voice from the hall. I struggled weakly under Anna but she didn't let up. "Oh, 'scuse me." There was a pause. Footsteps went away then came back again. "Hold on. Hum." Sarah had a wiry frame buried in a thick hooded sweater and jeans. "Doesn't he look adorable?" Anna asked her. I lowered my gaze demurely. Sarah sighed and rolled her eyes. "Am I going to have to burn that kit when I get it back?" Anna didn't look guilty for a second. "My fault. I should have been clearer." "I've had my eye on some new gear anyway," Sarah replied. "Think I might be off pink for a bit. Does he speak?" "Only when I tell him to." Sarah came up to the sofa and crouched in front of us. She patted me on the knee and grinned. "Enjoy. Oh, look at him blush. Poppet." "Cheers, Sarah! I'll make it up to you." "Keep the noise down, eh? I've got to get some work done." "I'll get the gag," Anna purred. My face shone with heat.

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