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In the bustling shopping district of Fembodio, the vibrant colors of the marketplace were a stark contrast to the stark reality of the lives of its male inhabitants. The air was alive with the chatter of women haggling over the latest fashions and the clink of coins exchanging hands. Meece, a statuesque woman with a commanding presence, walked alongside her daughter, April. Both were dressed in the finest fabrics that showcased their feminine power, Meece in a form-fitting dress that accentuated her voluminous curves, and April in a pair of shorts so tight they might as well have been drawn on her body. Their destination was the 'Bike and Bikes' shop, a place where the most innovative and luxurious forniphilic bikes could be found.

The shopping district was a marvel of female ingenuity. Each furniture shop window displayed naked boys of varying ages and sizes, transformed into chairs, beds, and other pieces of furniture that catered to every female whim. Their expressions ranged from stoic resignation to pained submission, a testament to the long hours of service they had endured. The buildings themselves were a testament to the grandeur of female dominance, with grand archways and gleaming marble floors that reflected the smiles of the passersby.

April happily skipped down the street. Her mother, Meece was taking her to get a bicycle on this wonderful day. She had wanted one ever since her friends had shown her theirs. She had asked her mom yesterday and she told her that she was old enough to get one and agreed to buy her one.

As they approached the 'Bike and Bikes' shop, the excitement grew palpable in the air. Meece, with a knowing smile, opened the door to reveal a treasure trove of gleaming steel and leather. The shop was filled with an array of bicycles, each one boasting a different boy-seat design. The Shopkeeper, a mysterious woman with a twinkle in her eye and a grease-stained apron, greeted them with a curt nod. "Welcome, madam," she said, her eyes scanning Meece and then April, assessing their needs with a professional gaze.

Meece, her voice firm and friendly, explained their purpose. "We're here for a new bike," she said, her hand resting gently on April's shoulder. "My daughter is growing up, and it's time she had one of her own."

"Why I'm sure we can help her with that, how old is the little lady?" The Shopkeeper asked.

"She's six." Meece replied.

"Has she ever rode a bike before? Will she need training wheels?"

"Yes, I think that will be a good idea." Meece added.

"I don't need training wheels!" April protested, "My friends don't have those!"

"Everyone starts with them sweetie." Meece replied back.

The Shopkeeper faced April, smile widened, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "Ah, a young lady in need of her first ride on wheels," she exclaimed. "We have a variety of bikes to choose from, I'll just need to get your measurements little lady." She gestured to the back of the shop, where her measuring tools were.

April acted like it was Christmas, hopping in place while looking at all of the bicycles.

Meece nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement for her daughter. "This is a big day for her," she said proudly.

The Shopkeeper winked at April. "I can see that," she said, leading them to the back of the shop where a wall of various sized cushions and seats were displayed. Each one had a different expression on the face of the boy beneath it. All of them forced to look at the ceiling of the store because of their bindings and restraints. Some looked pained, others serene.

As they approached the measuring area, April couldn't contain her excitement. She tugged at her mother's hand, her eyes wide with wonder. "Mommy, can I pick which one I want?" she asked, her voice giddy.

Meece chuckled, her hand patting Aprils cheek affectionately. "Of course, sweetie," she replied. "But remember, it's important to choose one that's comfortable for you. After all, you'll be spending a lot of time together."

The Shopkeeper, noticing their approach, beckoned them over to a set of tools that looked more suited for a tailor than a bicycle shop. "Now, let's get you measured up," she said to April, her tone a mix of business and amusement. She pulled out a tape measure and began to wrap it around her waist, noting down the numbers with a flourish of her pen. "What about your preferences, little lady?" she asked, glancing at April. "Do you have a particular type of seat in mind?"

April looked up at her mother, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can I get one that's really bouncy?" she giggled, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. Meece's smile grew as she watched her daughter's curiosity blossom. "Bouncy, huh?" she said, her eyes scanning the wall of faces. "We'll have to see which one suits you best, won't we?"

The Shopkeeper, amused by April's enthusiasm, took the tape measure and stood her on a stool, placing it on top of her head and letting it fall to the floor. "Ah, you're growing fast little lady," she said, scribbling down another set of numbers.

"What's this one?" April pointed at a bike seat with a somewhat round, white face, with a hint of a blush. His completely nude body was pale and clean with his legs bound near the front bike wheel while his hands and arms were bound near the back. The bike tubes were the color pink and the wheels had a colored pink interior. It looked so girly and sparkly.

The Shopkeeper followed her gaze. "Ah, that's Freddy. He's a real good bike, perfect for a first time rider. He's quite the charmer, aren't you, Freddy?"

Freddy's eyes widened slightly, and his cheeks reddened as he heard his name called. He remained silent and still, knowing his role.

The Shopkeeper studied the measurements she had taken. "Ah, it seems Freddy here would be a splendid fit for you, dear," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Brand new, never used. His frame is quite sturdy, and your measurements are just right for his size. You'll have no trouble balancing on him and reaching the handlebars. He's also the same age as you, so he should grow perfectly with you. A bike that will last a lifetime"

Meece nodded in approval, her eyes lingering on Freddy's innocent expression. It sounded like the perfect fit. "Freddy it is," she said, her voice firm.

The Shopkeeper clapped her hands together with glee. "Excellent choice!" she exclaimed. She pulled the Freddy out from the line of the rest of the bikes.

Freddy's heart raced as the Shopkeeper attacked the training wheels to the back of the bike. He knew what this meant. The Shopkeeper tightened the bolts with a wrench, her movements swift and precise. Each clank echoed in the room, a reminder of the fate that awaited him.

"Alright, your new rides all set little lady," The Shopkeeper said, her voice a mix of excitement and authority.

"Let's give it a try sweetie." Meece said, "Now remember, riding a bike is about technique, make sure to allow him to breathe, or he might throw you off balance."

Meece picked up April and gently placed her on the bike, her ample bottom settling onto Freddy's face with surprising weight. He let out a muffled gasp, feeling the heat of her skin and the fabric of her shorts against his cheeks.

April giggled as she straddled the bicycle, her legs dangling over Freddy's ears. "Mommy, it's so squishy!" she exclaimed. Meece chuckled, patting her daughter's back reassuringly. "You'll get used to it," she said, her hand lingering on the small of her back.

The Shopkeeper stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Just remember, dear," she admonished, her finger wagging. "These bikes are made to last, but they need regular care and maintenance. And don't forget to clean him every now and again. You wouldn't want him to get all dirty, now would you?"

Meece nodded solemnly, her hand reaching into her purse to pull out the necessary coins. "Thank you so much for your help," she said as she handed the coins to the Shopkeeper.

The Shopkeeper's eyes glinted as she took the payment, her hands lingering over the coins before sliding them into the cash register with a metallic clang.

"You know how to handle the pedals, right?" Meece asked, watching her daughter with a mix of excitement and concern.

April nodded vigorously, eager to show off her newfound skills. She began to pedal, her legs pumping up and down with surprising strength. The wheels of the bicycle spun beneath her, and Freddy's face was a picture of shock and awe as he felt the first tentative movements of April.

Her plump buttocks bobbed and swayed with each stroke of her legs, her soft flesh enveloping his nose and mouth as she gained her balance. Her shorts were so tight that the fabric stretched and bulged around his cheeks, creating an oddly erotic visual as she worked to propel herself forward. The sensation of her shorts and smooth soft skin against his face was something he had never experienced before, and it was a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

The Shopkeeper watched with a knowing smile as Meece instructed her daughter on the finer points of riding a bike. "Just like that, sweetheart," she called out, her voice dripping with pride.

"Okay, mommy!" April responded, her voice chimed. She continued to pedal, her legs growing stronger with each rotation.

Freddy's cheeks grew redder with each press of her flesh, his eyes watering slightly as the fabric of her shorts grew damp. Freddy felt the lower part of his body grow hard.

"Mommy, something is happening with the bike!" April announced.

The Shopkeeper and Meece looked over. April had never really seen a boys penis like this before as most male furniture she had used as of now had the males lower half covered up.

"Oh," the Shopkeeper said as she looked at Freddys hardened penis, "Yes, they do that sometimes. We can attach a chastity device for a small extra fee."

Meece's facial reaction to the idea of extra pay made the Shopkeeper switch tactics.

"Or you can leave it bare and use it as you wish, here let me show you." The Shopkeeper said. She walked over to Freddy and grabbed onto his penis with a strong grip. Freddy yelped beneath Aprils tushie causing her to feel a sensation of vibrations.

April childishly giggled wildly from the feeling and Meece looked satisfied enough. April rode her bike around the store a bit more.

Meece declared that it was time to go. She helped April dismount the bike, the little girl giggling as she stepped away, leaving him gasping for air. "Thank you," Meece said to the Shopkeeper, her voice filled with satisfaction.

The Shopkeeper waved them a goodbye as they left the store.

Meece and April walked back down the way they came, April walking the bike next to her, her hand gripping the handlebars tightly. The training wheels clattered on the street. As they passed the other shops, some boys eyes followed them.

Freddy hadn't seen daylight in so long, not since entering the bike shop. It was so bright as the sun was shining down on them as Meece and April walked home, the bike with Freddy attached to it, gleaming in the sun. The warmth was a stark contrast to the coolness of the shop, and Freddy felt the heat on his face, feeling it for the first time in his short life. The smells of the market were overwhelming, from the sweet scent of fresh berries to the musky scent of the leather from the shoe shop. Each step that Meece took caused Freddy to bounce slightly, and the feeling was strange and new. He felt the vibrations from the street resonate through his body.

When they reached their car, Meece leaned the bike against it. The car was sleek and black, with chrome accents that reflected the sun's glare. Meece opened the trunk and carefully lifted him in, placing him down gently on a velvet-lined surface. She secured the bike with straps to ensure he wouldn't move during the drive home.

April got int the back seat of the car, plopping herself onto the face that stood out of the seat cushion. Meece got into the drivers side and sat on her seats face as well.

Once they were all settled in the car, Meece started the engine and pulled out into the bustling street. The vibrations from the car's movement sent a faintly familiar sensation through Freddy's body, one he hadn't felt since being in the back of a transport truck years ago

As they drove home, April couldn't stop squealing with delight, occasionally glancing behind her to catch a glimpse of her new bike.

Meece couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pride and amusement as she watched her daughter's reaction. She knew that Freddy was going to be a big part of April's life from now on.

"Mommy, can I show Jessica my new bike?" April asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Meece glanced at the cars clock. "Maybe tomorrow, sweetie," she said gently. "It's going to get dark outside, and it's almost bedtime."

April's face fell slightly, but she nodded in understanding. "Okay, mommy," she said, her voice a little disappointed but mostly just tired from the day's excitement.

Meece drove home with the bike in the back. She knew that it was important for April to learn the responsibilities that came with such a powerful tool of domination.

Ms. Beniks, the one and only streets gossip, nosey neighbor, watched from her porch as the car pulled into the driveway. She had seen Meece and April leave earlier that day, and her curiosity had been piqued.

She sat on her front patio porch swing. It swung slightly as she moved herself atop the man attached restrained her seat, his breaths warm and short.

Ms. Beniks in her early 50s was a rather large woman with a huge butt. She was dressed in her usual attire: a somewhat tight leather corset that pushed her stomach in and her large breasts up and out, and a matching skirt that barely covered her plump, bouncy butt.

She took out her binoculars and peered through them. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of the shiny new bike that Meece was taking out of the trunk. "What on earth is going on here? A brand new bicycle?" She muttered to herself.

Meece, noticing Ms. Beniks' watching them, waved at her. Ms. Beniks quickly and comically ducked down below her patio wall thinking that she wasn't seen and was quick.

Meece shrugged her shoulders, then she and April carried the bike into the garage. The garage was somewhat messy with tools scattered around and a workbench at the back. It smelled faintly of oil and metal, a stark contrast to the sweetness of the house's interior. They leaned the bike against the wall, the training wheels slightly scraping against the floor.

Meece looked at Freddy with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "You'll stay here for now," she told him, her voice a gentle command.

Freddy felt a pang of abandonment as she shut the garage door, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the faint smell of gasoline with nothing but darkness. It was even darker than when Bikes and Bikes was closed for the night.

Once inside the house, Meece got April changed and put her to sleep for the night, her gentle lullabies filling the house as she tucked her into bed. April's cheeks were flushed with excitement from her new toy. As Meece leaned over her daughter to kiss her goodnight, her substantial breasts spilled over the side of the bed.

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The next day dawned bright and early, with the sun streaming through the bedroom window. Meece, dressed in a sheer negligee that revealed her ample figure, woke April with a gentle shake. "Time to get up, sweetheart," she whispered. "We've got a big day ahead of us."

April bolted out of bed in a pair of skimpy pink pajamas that barely covered her youthful figure. The top was short, revealing the slight swell of her tummy.

Her eyes alight with excitement. "Can I go play with Freddy now?" she asked, her voice filled with eagerness. Meece chuckled, her hand smoothing down her daughter's tangled hair. "After breakfast," she said firmly, "and only if you promise to be careful."

April got dressed into a pink miniskirt matched with a light pink top and quickly made her way downstairs. Breakfast was a flurry of activity, with Meece preparing a spread of pancakes and fresh berries.

April could barely sit still on the kitchen chairs face, her legs swinging back and forth beneath the table as she talked non-stop about her new bike seat. "Freddy is so bouncy, mommy!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I can't wait to show Jessica!"

Meece's eyes sparkled with mischief as she listened to her daughter's chatter. She knew that the bond between April and Freddy was going to be a strong one. Freddy was the first male furniture April has owned that was her same age. "Eat up, darling," she said, placing a plate of pancakes in front of her. "You're going to need your energy for your first day with your new bike."

After breakfast, Meece led April out to the garage, where Freddy awaited them. His eyes were wide with anticipation, his body taut with excitement and a hint of fear. "Remember to wear a helmet," Meece reminded her daughter.

April nodded eagerly and slipped into a pink bike helmet that matched her outfit. She approached the bike, her hands trembling slightly as she swung her leg over the frame and settled onto Freddy's face. His breath was warm against her crotch, and she couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the thought of the power she held over him. "Ready, Freddy?" she asked happily.

Despite his young age, Freddy knew his role was to serve and obey, and the thought of bringing pleasure to the young girl above him was strangely exhilarating despite the fear of the unknown.

With a nod from Meece, April began to pedal, her legs moving in a blur as she got the hang of the bicycle's mechanics. Freddy's face was squished between her plump, six-year-old thighs, his nose and mouth buried in her soft flesh. Each pedal stroke sent a wave of pressure through his body, his cheeks reddening with the effort of bearing her weight. The feeling of her warm, smooth skin against his face was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride as she grew more comfortable on her seat.

April's miniskirt hiked up with the wind, revealing the pink cotton panties that barely contained her chubby butt cheeks. They were adorned with tiny white flowers that peeked out from under her skirt as she rode, a sweet, innocent touch that contrasted sharply with the depraved act she was engaged in. Her panties were snug against Freddy's face, the fabric slightly damp with the warmth of her body and the sweat that had begun to bead on her skin.

As they pedaled down the quiet suburban street, the sound of the bicycle's tires on the pavement mingled with the distant laughter of little girls in the neighborhood playing. Meece watched with a mix of pride and lust as her daughter's body grew more adept at wielding her new bike.

April's legs flexed and she leaned back, grinding her crotch into Freddy's face. The sensation was new and thrilling to her, and she felt a strange sense of power as she controlled the bike and, by extension, the boy beneath her. "Whee!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with glee.

Mrs. Beniks watched from her window as April rode down the street and down the road, her curiosity piqued by the new bike.

April was ready to show off her new bike seat to her friends. She pedaled eagerly down the sidewalk, the training wheels clattered on the pavement as she weaved in and out of the few pedestrians. The summer sun had brought out some of the residents of the neighborhood, and the air was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter.

April noticed a small group group made up of Jessica and some of her other friends on their bicycles. She rode over to them.

Jessica, dressed in a matching purple and white outfit, saw April approaching and squealed with excitement. She was a sassy eight-year-old with a plump ass that was already gaining notoriety in the neighborhood. "You got one too!" she shouted in an excited voice in contrast of her eyes widening with envy.

Jessica was only two years older than April but was a at least 5 centimeters taller than her. She had on a pair of short-shorts that barely covered the cheeks of her ass. The white shorts were so short that they looked more like underwear than actual clothing Her thighs were plump and dimpled, hinting at the powerhouse of a bottom that was already developing. Her purple shirt was equally revealing, a tiny crop top the fabric stretching tautly over her barely chubby tummy. Her midriff was adorned with a delicate gold belly chain that sparkled in the sunlight, drawing the eye to the tantalizing small mound of flesh that slightly spilled over the waistband of her shorts. The outfit was completed with a pair of glittery pink sneakers that matched her bike's streamers and the bow in her straight blond hair.

As April and Jessica met up, they both looked at each other's bikes with a mix of excitement and competitive spirit. "Wow, looks like he's really holding up under you," Jessica said, eyeing the redness on Freddy's cheeks, "What's its name?"

"This is Freddy," April replied, her voice filled with pride. "He's the best bike seat ever!"

Her other friends all gathered around April admiring her bike, each eager to get a look at the newest addition to the neighborhood's collection of face-sitting bikes.

Jessica leaned in for a closer look, releasing her bottom from her young bike seat who gasped for air before she slammed her butt back on him.

"I don't know, I think mine is better" Jessica said with a hint of annoyance from the attention going to April and not to her.

April's eyes narrowed as she looked at Jessica.

"Why do you have training wheels on your bike, April? Are you scared of falling off?" Jessica teased, her sassy attitude on full display. The other girls giggled, glancing at the small metal wheels attached to the side of April's bike that kept it steady.

April's cheeks grew hot with embarrassment. "Mommy said I have to use them until I get better!" she shot back, her voice a mix of defensiveness and annoyance.

Jessica smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I'm sure you'll get there eventually," she said, her tone dripping with condescension.

Her friends giggled again, and Freddy felt the weight of April shifting her weight in embarrassment.

April's competitive spirit flared up. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth, "Let's race to the park. No training wheels!"

Jessica raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by April's sudden boldness. "Alright," she challenged, "But if I win, I get to keep your bike!"

April hesitated for a moment before she said, "Fine, but if I win, you have to say you're sorry and say that my bike is the best bike in the world!"

Jessica humphed but reluctantly agreed to her terms.

The other girls' eyes went wide, and their whispers grew louder as they placed bets on who would come out on top.

April's chest heaved with determination as she looked at her bike, then at Jessica's smug smile. Without another word, she leaned over Freddy's face, her small hand reaching down to unlock the training wheels. The mechanism of the wheels was on tight but a flip of a release switch and a button press took them off with ease. They clattered to the ground, and the bike wobbled slightly as she lost her balance.

Jessica laughed, "Looks like you're gonna need those wheels, you big baby!"

But April was not to be deterred. She took a deep breath and began to focus with all her might, her posture moving back and forth trying to get steady. The bike wobbled at first, but she managed to find her balance, her panties rubbing against Freddy's face as she tried to stabilize herself. The other girls watched in amazement as she steadied herself, the pink fabric of her underwear smearing over Freddy's mouth and nose as she moved.

One of the girls made a makeshift starting line had been drawn in pink chalk. The girls lined up their bikes, each one eager to prove her dominance over the other. The child crowd grew somewhat larger as word spread of the impromptu race through the neighborhood. The sidewalks quickly filling young girls, each curious to see the outcome.

The air grew thick with anticipation as April and Jessica took their starting positions. Both girls sat on their bike seats, their faces a picture of determination. Freddy's heart raced beneath April as he felt the warmth of her crotch on his cheeks. He knew this race was more than just a simple competition; it was a test of endurance and a chance to show the neighborhood which girl had the best bike.

"Ready, set, go!" someone shouted, and the race was on.

April pedaled furiously, her legs pumping as fast as they could go, her tiny feet moving in a blur. Her butt moving the fastest it had on Freddy's face so far. His face showed a little fear as he felt the bike wobble beneath them. Despite his fear, he was also excited, feeling a strange sense of purpose in providing the best experience for April. He felt her weight shift and knew she was leaning into him, using him to help balance herself as she gained speed.

Jessica's bike took off like a shot, her long legs pumping the pedals with the grace of a seasoned cyclist. Her bike, a sleek and shiny two-wheeled machine, had no training wheels, and the young boy beneath her looked positively terrified as she sped ahead. The crowd of young girls oohed and aahed, their faces a mix of envy and admiration for the girl.

The race was fierce and fast. The bikes zipped through the neighborhood, each one a blur of color and motion. The sound of laughing and shouting filled the air as the girls pedaled with all their might, their bike seats groaning beneath the weight of their determination.

April had never gone this fast on her bike before, and the wind whipping against her face was exhilarating. She could feel Freddy's body tense up with each bump in the road, his cheeks smashed against her soft flesh as she pushed him to his limits. Her bike slightly wobbled a bit as she lost balance but quickly regained control. She leaned forward, her light brown hair streaming behind her like a pink cape, and pedaled even harder. The thrill of the race and the power of her position had her heart racing and her panties growing damp with excitement.

Jessica, not one to be outdone, was right in front of April. Her sneering smirk had transformed into a grimace of concentration, her grip tight on the handlebars as she wove in and out of the other little girls playing in the street. Jessica and April's bikes streaked past as they grew closer to the park.

April could feel the pressure building in her crotch with every stroke of her legs. It was a feeling she didn't quite understand but knew was connected to the thrill of the race. She gritted her teeth and pushed harder, her thighs tightening around Freddy's face. The sound of her pedals and the grunts of the boys beneath the bikes grew louder, the crowd of onlookers cheering her on.

In a sudden burst of speed, April took the lead. The wind whipped her miniskirt up around her waist, revealing the full glory of her plump, six-year-old butt in those pink panties. Freddy's face was a mask of desperation as he bore the brunt of her effort, his cheeks flushed and eyes watering from the sweet and musk smell that smothered his face. But he remained steadfast, his tiny body bracing for each impact as she pedaled harder, the bike frame shaking beneath them.

Jessica's eyes narrowed, and she gritted her teeth. She couldn't let April win, not after all that smugness about her bike. She leaned back, her plump cheeks spreading as they smothered her own bike's face, and pedaled with the ferocity of a seasoned competitor. The race was neck and neck, with each girl pushing her bike seat to their limits.

The crowd of young onlookers grew louder, their cheers echoing through the air. They watched with a mix of amazement and excitement as the bikes sped closer to the park. A few older women of the neighborhood who had gathered nodded approvingly, their own memories of such races from their youth resurfacing.

As they approached the final stretch, April's thighs burned and Freddy's face grew increasingly red and slick with her sweat. Despite the pain, Freddy felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He knew that he was giving April what she desired, and that alone was enough to push him through the ordeal.

Jessica, noticing her friend's lead, she leaned her upper body forward, further spreading her butt on her seat. Her bike shot forward, and the gap between them closed rapidly. The two bikes raced side by side, the boys' faces mashed against the seats, their eyes wide and unfocused with the effort of enduring the onslaught of their riders' weight.

April's chest heaved with the exertion, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The musky scent of her arousal grew stronger, and she felt a warm wetness spreading through her panties. She pushed herself harder, her legs moving so fast they felt like they might fall off.

The park was within reach now, the finish line in sight. April could feel her body reaching a peak she had never experienced before. Her legs were on fire, and the smell of her arousal grew stronger as she pushed herself to go faster. Freddy's face was a picture of agony and ecstasy, his cheeks bruised from the constant pressure of her thighs, his face wet from the bodily fluids of April. He could feel the vibrations of the bike beneath him, the metal frame trembling with the effort of carrying them both.

Jessica's bike was right beside her, their tires almost touching as they sped towards the park. The boys beneath them were mere objects, their existence solely for the females' amusement and dominance.

Jessica's seat was losing his breath, she accidentally faltered forgetting to give him air, his body shifting putting off her balance, and slowing her down. With a final, desperate push, April crossed the finish line, her legs quivering from the exertion. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Freddy felt the pressure on his face ease slightly as April's weight lifted in victory. She turned to look back at Jessica, who had come in a very close second, her face a mix of shock and admiration.

As April dismounted her bike, her pink panties were a wet mess from the intense race. She looked down at Freddy, his tiny frame trembling with the effort of supporting her, his eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and something else. Something that made her feel warm inside.

"We did it, Freddy!" she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement. She reached down and patted his head, feeling a strange sense of affection for the bike seat that had carried her to victory. "You're the best bike seat in the whole wide world!"

Freddy could do nothing but whimper, his face a soggy mess of sweat and girl juice. But despite his distress, he felt a strange sense of pride. He had served his purpose well.

The crowd of young girls gathered around April, their eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. They all wanted to congratulate her on her victory. "How did you do it, April?" one of the girls asked, her voice filled with awe. "How did you get your bike to go so fast?"

April beamed with pride, her cheeks flushed from the exhilaration of the race. "I just pedaled and pedaled!" she exclaimed, her voice still high-pitched with excitement.

The other girls looked at her in amazement, their eyes drifting to the reddened face of Freddy, who was still attached to the bike. Some of them whispered to each other, comparing their own bike seats to the tiny boy who had just endured the race of his life.

Jessica, her face red from both exertion and embarrassment, reluctantly came over to April and dismounted her bike seat, who was equally as worn out as Freddy.

She walked over, her plump cheeks jiggling with each step. "Alright." she pouted.

April looked at her with a smug grin.

"Alright, fine," Jessica huffed, "Your bike is the best bike in the world."

April's smile grew even wider as she looked down at Jessica with a triumphant gleam in her eyes.

"Not just the best bike, but the best bike seat too!" she corrected, pointing at Freddy's bruised and sweaty face.

Jessica rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay, Freddy's the best bike seat in the neighborhood, and you might just be the best cyclist" she conceded.

A woman in her 40's was dressed in jeans and a tight tank top that showcased her toned arms, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail that swished as she approached. She had been watching the race from the sidelines, her eyes gleaming with excitement at the fierce competition between the two young girls. As she stepped forward, the crowd of children parted, allowing her to get a closer look at the bikes and their exhausted seats. She walked up to April.

"Impressive," she said, her voice warm and rich. "Very, very impressive. You've got quite the knack for this, young lady." She offered her hand to April, who took it with a firm grip that belied her tender age. "My name is Ms. Neopop, and I organize the 'Ultimate Bike Race' every year.

April's eyes widened with excitement. "The Ultimate Bike Race? I've heard of it!" she exclaimed. The Ultimate Bike Race was the talk of the town, a high-stakes event where the most skilled women bike racers competed. It was a showcase of strength, endurance, and a great demonstration of female domination.

Ms. Neopop leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with interest. "I can see you have talent, April. Your control over your bike is exceptional for someone your age. And your seat," she nodded at Freddy, who was still panting heavily, "has quite the endurance. I'd like to offer you a chance to participate in the upcoming competition."

April's heart raced with excitement at the prospect. The Ultimate Bike Race was a legendary event, and she had dreamed of participating in it since she had first heard whispers of its existence. To be invited by Ms. Neopop herself was an honor beyond measure. "Really?" she squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ms. Neopop smiled warmly. "Yes, really," she assured her. "Your skills are exactly what we're looking for. And," she added with a wink, "I think Freddy here would make quite the impression on the racetrack, it's such a nice looking bike."

April looked down at Freddy, who had managed to catch his breath. "Of course I want to!" April said with a smile.

Ms. Neopop's smile grew wider. "Wonderful," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to need to train hard, but I have no doubt you'll do splendidly." She handed April a business card. "The race is in 2 weeks. Have your mom contact me when you're ready to start preparations. We have a strict schedule to follow."

April looked at the card with wide eyes, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I'll tell mommy right away!" she exclaimed.

Ms. Neopop nodded. "Good. I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do," she said before turning to leave, her hips swaying with confidence.

Jessica and her friends gathered around April, their eyes wide with amazement.

"Oh my gosh, April, that's so cool!" exclaimed a girl, her eyes glued to the card in April's hand. "You're going to be famous!"

April beamed, her heart fluttering with excitement. She couldn't believe it. "Thanks, everyone!" she called out to the crowd of her friends, her voice filled with joy. Jessica, though slightly miffed at being outshone by April, couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement for her friend. After all, the Ultimate Bike Race was the biggest cycling event of the year, and now April was going to be a part of it.

April's cheeks flushed pink. The rest of the day passed in a blur for April. She couldn't believe her luck.

April couldn't wait to get home and tell her mother about the amazing opportunity that had been presented to her. As she pedaled her way back, the warmth between her legs reminded her of the strange and powerful feeling she had experienced during the race. She knew it was something special, something that made her feel more powerful than she ever had before.

The moment she arrived home, April was practically bursting at the seams with excitement. She rushed into the house, leaving Freddy in the yard, and dashed up to her mother, who was busy in the kitchen, her voluptuous figure moving with surprising grace as she prepared dinner.

"Mommy, Mommy!" she shouted, waving the business card in the air. "Guess what? I got invited to the Ultimate Bike Race by Ms. Neopop!"

Meece turned around, a spatula in her hand, and her eyes widened in surprise. She wiped her hands on her apron and took the card, inspecting it with a critical eye. "Is that so?" she said, her voice a mix of skepticism and pride. "And how did that happen?"

April recounted the day's events with glee, her words tumbling out in a jumbled mess. "We had a race, and I beat Jessica, and then Ms. Neopop saw us and said I could be in the Ultimate Bike Race!" Meece's expression shifted from surprise to amusement as she listened to her daughter's rapid-fire recount of the day's events. She couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm bubbling from April's lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Now, now," Meece said, placing a gentle hand on April's shoulder, "Slow down and tell me everything. How did you manage to win?"

"I just pedaled so, so hard!" April exclaimed, her legs still shaking with the exhilaration of the race. "And Freddy did so good! He didn't even complain!" Meece couldn't help but chuckle at her daughter's innocent enthusiasm. She looked down at the card in her hand and nodded. "Alright, sweetheart. Let's talk about this."

Meece led April into the living room, where they sat down on the man in their couch, his eyes now glassy and vacant as he served his purpose under their weight. "The Ultimate Bike Race is quite the event," she said, her voice filled with both excitement and caution. "It's where the strongest, most skilled female cyclists come to showcase their dominance. It's a big deal, and I'm proud that you've been noticed." She took a deep breath, her massive breasts rising and falling beneath her tight dress. "But you need to understand, baby, the women in the race are professionals, you'll have to do a lot of practice in the next two weeks if you're going to have a shot."

April nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "I know, mommy," she said, her voice earnest.

Meece squeezed her hand. "Good. I know you can do it, but remember, it's not just about winning. It's about showing everyone what you're made of."

April nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "I'll make you proud, Mommy," she said, her voice steady.

"I know you will," Meece said with a warm smile. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and then we'll talk more about this." She stood, her ample frame casting a shadow over the couch.

April bounced to her feet, eager to start her new adventure.

April ran outside, "Freddy!" she called out to the bike in the yard. "We're going to be in the Ultimate Bike Race!"

Ms. Beniks had been watching the entire exchange from her open kitchen window, binoculars in hand. Hearing the mention of 'The Ultimate Bike Race', Ms. Beniks felt a strong feeling of dread and anger.

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The next day, as the sun began to rise, April woke up with a new sense of purpose. She threw on her skimpiest pink shorts and a crop top that barely covered her budding chest and dashed out to the backyard where Freddy was waiting, his bruised cheeks from the previous day's race already healed. Meece had made sure to pamper him well last night, cleaning him off and applying a soothing balm to his tender skin as well as cleaning the bikes brakes.

April hopped onto the bike, her tiny frame straddling the seat. She looked back and down at Freddy's face, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. "Ready?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Freddy could only whimper in response. April began to pedal, her legs pumping with the strength of a young girl eager to conquer the world. The bike glided over the cobblestone pathways, leaving a trail of dust in their wake as they made their way to the bike park.

The bike park was a bustling hub of activity, with women of all ages pushing their bike seats to their limits. Some rode in circles, their butts grinding into the faces of their seats in a display of power and dominance, while others did wheelies. April looked around with wide eyes, taking in the scene with a mix of awe and determination.

Ms. Beniks, who had been watching from the sidelines, sauntered over to them. She was dressed in her usual attire, a tight black leather ensemble that accentuated her curves and left little to the imagination. "So, I heard you're planning to enter the Ultimate Bike Race, little missy," she said with a smirk.

April's eyes widened, "Yeah, I'm going to win it!"

Mrs. Beniks chuckled, her eyes raking over Freddy's tiny frame. "We'll see about that," she said as April watched her walk off into some bushes nearby.

April's heart raced with excitement as she pedaled around the park, Each lap brought a new challenge, and new sensation to Freddy. His cheeks grew wetter with each pass, his eyes watering from the smothering weight of the girls' bottoms.

As April continued her vigorous training, her own excitement grew. She felt a strange thrill each time her butt smacked down onto Freddy's face. His nose was buried in her plump cheeks, and she could feel his breaths become shallow and quick. Sweat began to form on her back and trickle down her spine, pooling at the base of her buttocks. It mingled with the slickness of her arousal, creating a warm, sticky mess on Freddy's face.

His eyes fluttered closed, and a small, muffled groan escaped his lips as the pressure mounted. The smell of her sweat and butt filled the air, a potent mix of youthful exuberance and burgeoning sexual power that was intoxicating to the small boy beneath her. The salty dampness seeped into his pores, a constant reminder of his place in this world of female dominance.

As the days went by, the bond between April and Freddy grew stronger.

April's training sessions grew longer and more intense, pushing Freddy's endurance to the limits. His face was a canvas for her exercise and pleasure, and she took great joy in watching him squirm beneath her.

One sunny afternoon she rode Freddy around in her backyard, as the shadows grew longer and the air grew thick with the scent of blooming flowers, April felt something she had never felt before. Her pedaling grew faster, her thighs tightening around Freddy's head as a strange warmth began to spread through her body. She looked down at Freddy, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal, and felt something within her snap.

With a gasp, she threw her head back, her body tensing as she rode out the most powerful orgasm of her young life. Her pussy spasmed, her juices gushing onto Freddy's face as he was buried beneath her. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a heady mix of pleasure and power that left her trembling with excitement.

Freddy, for his part, was overwhelmed by the sudden deluge of sensation. The taste of her was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a sweet, tangy flavor that filled his mouth and nose. His body responded involuntarily, his cock growing hard.

The intensity of the orgasm took April by surprise, and she sat there for a moment, panting and dazed, her thighs still trembling. Slowly, she became aware of the world around her again, the sound of the other cyclists fading back in. She looked down at Freddy, his face a mess of sweat and her own fluids, and felt a strange mix of pity and satisfaction.

April blushed furiously, her cheeks matching the color of her pink outfit.

Realizing the effect she had on Freddy, she decided to experiment further. She leaned forward. Her small hand snaked down to his erect cock, and she began to stroke it gently. To her pleasure, the vibrations from her movements traveled through the bike's structure and into her pussy, sending delightful tremors through her young body. Freddy's eyes rolled back, and he let out a muffled moan, his cock twitching in her small hand.

April giggled with glee at the newfound sensation. "Oh Freddy," she cooed, increasing her pace, "you're making me feel so good." Each stroke was met with a little bounce of her butt on his face, the vibrations resonating through her clit and anus, creating a symphony of pleasure that had her toes curling in her cute pink sneakers.

April's orgasm grew in intensity as she continued to stroke Freddy's dick. His face was a mask of pleasure and pain, his cheeks reddening as her movements grew more vigorous. The vibrations from his muffled moans sent waves of pleasure through her, and she could feel another climax building. She leaned back slightly, her pussy grinding against his mouth as she stroked him faster and harder. His eyes were squeezed shut, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as she brought him closer and closer to his own release.

With each stroke, she felt her orgasm build, her clit swelling and pulsing against his face. The sound of his muffled whimpers spurred her on, and she could feel the tension in his cock as it grew in her hand. She knew he was close, and she reveled in the power she had over him.

Finally, with a strangled cry, Freddy came, his seed spurting into the air with some landing on April and the rest on the pavement below. April felt a rush of pleasure as she watched, her own orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She collapsed onto the bike, her breathing ragged, her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, there was only the sound of her heavy breathing and the distant laughter of children playing.

After a few moments, she sat up, wiping the sweat from her brow. She felt...different. Refreshed. Her body was still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, and she couldn't help but smile down at Freddy. His face was a mess, but she had a feeling he had enjoyed it as much as she had. "Good seat" she murmured, patting his head gently.

Freddy looked up at her with a mix of love and fear in his eyes, his cock still twitching. As April climbed off the bike, her sticky fluids sliding down his cheeks, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride.

Meece, having watched the entire scene from the kitchen window, felt a twinge of motherly pride mixed with arousal. She had never seen April so powerful, so in control. She couldn't help but think that her little girl was growing up so fast.

The following day, while April was practicing her cycling down the street, she spotted Jessica walking alone on the sidewalk.

"Jessica!" April called out, "Wheres you're bike?"

Jessica turned to face her, "It's being repaired in the shop, my mom says I accidentally popped a tire on it. The others said their bikes also got flat tires. We probably ran over some broken glass."

Jessica turned back away and continued her walk.

"Hey Jessica!" April called out cheerfully, her pink bike gleaming in the sun. "Wanna ride with me?"

Jessica's eyes lit up, and she squealed with excitement. "Yes, please!" she exclaimed, rushing over.

With a mischievous smirk, April told Jessica to hop onto the back of the bike, placing her plump, bouncy bottom directly onto the upper part of Freddy's face. Jessica giggled as she settled in place, her short skirt riding up to expose her panties.

"Hold on tight!" warned April, and with a kick, she started pedaling. Freddy's face was now buried between Jessica's soft cheeks, and she could feel his nose pressing against in between both of them

"Oh wow, you're pretty good at this !" Jessica giggled, placing her hands on April's hips to steady herself. Freddy's muffled protests were lost beneath the weight of Jessica's excitement. April pedaled harder, her legs pumping with a newfound energy.

The two girls raced down the street, their laughter echoing off the buildings as Freddy's face turned a deeper shade of red. His eyes watered from the pressure, but he couldn't help the thrill of being used so intimately by not one, but two young goddesses.

Jessica leaned back, her hands gripping the bike's handles. "Faster, April!" she urged, her voice breathless. "I want to feel the wind in my hair!"

Obliging her friend, April pushed herself to go faster, the bike's wheels whirring as they sped through the town.

As they approached the town square, where the Ultimate Bike Race was to take place.
April felt her heart race as they passed by the grand stage set up for the race. The anticipation of the event had her insides fluttering with excitement and fear. Would she be able to handle it and win?

Freddy felt Jessica's weight shift slightly on his face. Jessica looked over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm sorry for calling you a baby, April," she said, her voice a mix of sincerity and mischief. "You're totally not a baby. You're like, the coolest girl ever!"

April beamed, her cheeks reddening even further. "Thanks, Jessica," she replied, her voice muffled by the effort of pedaling. "But you know, I don't mind being a baby sometimes. And I always love hanging out with you." She giggled, winking over her shoulder.

Jessica leaned in closer, whispering into April's ear. "I bet Freddy doesn't mind either," she said, her voice filled with playful sarcasm.

The two girls shared a knowing look, the kind that only friends who had been through a similar experience could understand.

As they turned the corner, Freddy's face was pushed even harder into Jessica's and Aprils soft, round cheeks. He could feel Jessica's pussy and Aprils butt pressing against his face, their heat enveloping him as they giggled and shouted over the sound of the wind rushing past them. The sensation was overwhelming, but he was used to it by now.

April's crop top was sticking to her body with sweat, her hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric as she leaned into each stroke. Her shorts had ridden up slightly, exposing the top of her butt crack to the cool breeze. Jessica, feeling the thrill of the speed and the power she held over Freddy, began to grind her hips back and forth, smearing her panty-covered pussy all over his face. Freddy's breaths grew shorter and shorter as he struggled to breathe through his nose, the pressure from Jessica's weight increasing with each movement.

The ride home was a blur of giggles and squeals as Jessica clung to April's waist. Freddy's face was a delightful mess of juice and sweat, a silent testament to their shared adventure. As they pulled up to Jessica's house, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was heavy from the exertion of the ride.

"Thank you, April!" Jessica exclaimed, hopping off the bike with a grace that belied her bulk. She landed with a thud, her plump legs wobbling slightly. "That was so much fun!"

"You're welcome, Jess!" April beamed, her own cheeks red with exertion. She panted, her chest heaving beneath her crop top. "And thank you for being such a good sport about the race!"

Jessica blushed, her hand resting on her backside. "I had a great time," she said shyly. "Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

April nodded eagerly. "Definitely!" she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then!" Jessica called over her shoulder as she skipped up to her house. She didn't even bother to look back, her thoughts already racing ahead to their next rendezvous.

As Jessica's door closed behind her, April climbed off the bike to catch her breath, her legs shaking from the effort. She leaned against the bike, her eyes closed for a moment as she caught her breath. The feel of Freddy's wet face against her buttocks was still a vivid sensation, one that sent a thrill through her.

With a sigh, she climbed back onto the bike, her eyes on the road ahead. "Alright, Freddy," she murmured, patting his cheek gently. "Let's get home."

April pedaled slowly, her mind racing with thoughts of the race to come. Each stroke of her legs brought her closer to the moment of the race when she would have to prove herself to the town. Freddy remained a silent source of comfort to her. She knew that together, they could do anything.

The journey home was a quiet one, with only the soft whirring of the bike's gears and the occasional muffled groan from Freddy to break the silence. The sun had begun to set, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of laughter from other children playing in the twilight.

Mrs. Beniks watched April ride by as she sat at her patio swing drinking coffee.

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The days leading up to the Ultimate Bike Race were a whirlwind of excitement and preparation. Meece took Freddy to the bike shop for a tune-up. The Shopkeeper, her eyes gleaming, assured them that with a little extra maintenance, Freddy would be ready for the big day.

April rode Freddy to a playdate with Jessica at the park, honing their skills and pushing Freddy to his limits. They took turns riding him, sometimes alone, sometimes together, always pushing him harder and faster than before.

As the day of the race grew closer, the town buzzed with excitement. Posters plastered on every wall announced the event, featuring illustrations of fierce female riders and the boys who served as their bikes. The local paper did profiles on the competitors, including a special feature on April and her being the youngest racer in the race.

On the night before the race, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Meece made Aprils favorite food for dinner and had allowed April to stay up late, knowing that tomorrow would be a big day for her. As they settled into their nightly routine, Meece couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement for her daughter's burgeoning sexual prowess. She had watched April grow from a curious girl into a confident young woman.

April, wearing only her pink panties and pink pajama top, climbed onto Freddy, who was in the backyard. She straddled his face, her pink panties already damp with arousal.

She had a mischievous glint in her eye. She began to rock her hips back and forth, her panties sliding down Freddy's nose as she searched for the perfect spot. His muffled sounds grew more urgent as she found her rhythm, his cheeks smacking against her flesh with a wet sound that grew louder with each passing second.

The night grew darker, and the stars twinkled in the sky above them. April's breath grew ragged as she approached her peak, her hips moving faster and faster. Freddy's face was lost in the folds of Aprils thighs, his muffled cries growing more desperate as he struggled to keep up with the relentless pace.

Finally, with a gasp, April threw her head back, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. She felt hot breath or her bottom as sat on the bike, panting in the aftermath. Freddy's face was a blur of pleasure and pain, his eyes screwed shut as he endured the relentless grind of her hips.

With a final, lingering thrust, April collapsed onto Freddy, her body spent. She lay there for a moment, her chest heaving, her heart pounding in her ears. Slowly, she climbed off the bike, her legs shaky from the intense workout. She looked down at Freddy, his face a sticky mess, and felt a strange mix of affection and pride.

"Good job, Freddy," she whispered, gently wiping the sweat from his brow. "We're going to do great tomorrow."

April stored Freddy into the garage and started for her room to get some sleep before the big day.

Alone in the dark garage, Freddy began to drift off to sleep himself. He then suddenly heard the garage door open, with moonlight pouring in. The only sounds that followed where the sounds of heavy footsteps that approached him.

Freddy knew what Aprils footsteps sounded like and these footsteps were definitely not hers. He was suddenly lifted up and taken out of the garage. He couldn't see who was moving him. Suddenly he was placed on the pavement outside and a large shadow leaned over him, the figure silhouetted by the moonlight.

All of a sudden, a large butt planted itself on Freddy's face. It was a more larger behind than he was used too and it was definitely not the smell of April. The mysterious person then pedaled Freddy away into the night.

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The morning of the Ultimate Bike Race dawned bright and early. April awoke and rushed downstairs in her pajamas.

"Mommy! It's race day!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.

Meece, already dressed in a skintight tan and white workout ensemble, turned from the kitchen with a smile. "Indeed it is, my dear," she said, handing April a protein shake. "You need to keep your energy up for the race."

April took the shake, her eyes never leaving the clock on the wall. She chugged it down, the thick liquid leaving a trail of bubbles on her pink lips. "I'm so nervous," she admitted, her hands trembling slightly.

Meece stepped forward, her massive breasts jiggling with each step. "There's nothing to be nervous about," she said soothingly, placing a hand on April's shoulder. "You're the best cyclist in town, and I know you're going to do great."

But as April rushed to the garage to get Freddy ready, her heart sank. The space where her bike had been was empty. "Mommy!" she wailed, her voice shaking with fear. "Freddy's gone! He's been stolen!"

Meece's smile faltered, replaced by a frown of concern. "What do you mean, Freddy's gone?" she asked, her hand flying to her chest. She followed April outside, her eyes scanning the quiet street for any sign of the stolen bicycle.

Panic set in as they both realized the gravity of the situation. The Ultimate Bike Race was today, and without Freddy, April had no chance of competing. Meece's mind raced, trying to think of what they could do. They couldn't just buy another bike in time for the race.

Ms. Beniks, overhearing the commotion from her house next door, stepped outside in her usual dramatic fashion. "What seems to be the trouble, my dears?" she asked, her tone dripping in sarcasm.

April looked up at her with tearful eyes. "Freddy's been stolen!" she sobbed.

Ms Benkin gasped. Her expression morphed from feigned concern to glee. "Oh dear," she said, her voice thick with fake pity. "What ever will you do for the race?"

April felt her cheeks burn with anger. "It's not funny, Ms. Beniks!" she yelled, her fists clenched at her sides. "This is serious!"

Ms. Beniks raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I know it's serious," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But perhaps, that little Miss Jessica friend of yours could lend you her bike for the race," she suggested, her tone less than helpful.

"No!" April shouted, "I want my bike! And Jessica's bike is still in the repair shop from a flat tire!"

"Ohh...." Ms, Benkins replied deeply, shoving the butt of a switchblade deeper into her back pocket, "I can't imagine how that could've happened."

Ignoring the sarcasm in Ms. Benik's voice, Meece took charge of the situation. "We have to find him," she said firmly. "April, put on your shoes. We're going to look around the neighborhood."

April's eyes lit up with hope as she dashed inside to get dressed. Meece followed her, selecting a cute pair of pink sneakers for her daughter's feet. Within minutes, they were out the door, Meece in her high-heeled boots that clacked against the pavement with authority, and April in her skimpy mini skirt and pink t shirt, her tiny frame a stark contrast to her mother's imposing figure. They began to comb the streets, asking anyone they encountered if they had seen her bike.

Word of the missing spread quickly spread across the entire neighborhood from ear to ear. Even Aprils friends caught word and joined the search.

As the mother and daughter duo along with the rest of the neighborhood searched in desperation, Jessica, the sassy eight-year-old neighbor with a flair for the dramatic, came running towards them, panting heavily and her plump cheeks flushed with excitement. "April! I found Freddy!" she exclaimed.

April's heart leaped in her chest. "What? Where?" she asked, her voice trembling with hope and fear.

"In a ditch," Jessica said, her voice shaking with the urgency of her words. "Someone dumped him there!"

Meece's eyes narrowed, her face contorted with anger and concern. "Why would someone steal a bike and dump it in a ditch?"

April's heart was racing as Jessica led them to the ditch. The thought of Freddy, her trusty bike, lying there, possibly damaged, was unbearable. When they finally reached the spot, Meece was the first to peer over the edge. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Freddy only slightly worse for wear.

The ditch was quite deep. A helpful group of neighbors gathered around. "We need to get the bike out of there," Meece said, her voice firm.

Jessica nodded eagerly "We can use the rope from my moms garage," she suggested. "It's strong enough to pull out a car, so it'll be perfect for pulling out a bike."

Meece nodded her agreement. "Good idea, Jessica. Go get it."

Jessica took off like a shot, her blond hair flew as she sprinted home to get the rope. Meece and April waited anxiously by the ditch, staring down at Freddy. Within minutes, Jessica returned, her small hands clutching a coil of thick, sturdy rope. "Here it is!" she panted, holding it out to Meece.

With the rope in hand, Meece slid down into the ditch and tied the rope securely around Freddy and the bike frame. Meece climbed out of the ditch not with dirty clothes. The group of women, most dressed in various scantily clad morning workout attire, lined up alongside the edge, each eager to play their part in the rescue. With a collective grunt, they began to pull.

The rope tugged tight, and the earth around Freddy's wheels groaned as he was slowly but surely lifted from his precarious position. Some dirt and leaves clung to his wet naked body. Meece, with her incredible strength, directed the operation, her massive breasts heaving with the effort.

April watched anxiously from the side, her small hands clutching her pink skirt. She felt a strange sense of pride and ownership as she saw the determination in her mother's eyes and the cooperation of the other women. It was a moment that brought the community together.

As Freddy emerged from the ditch, the group of women let out a collective cheer. He was a bit dirty but was otherwise unscathed. The rope was untied, and Meece lifted him onto the ground, her eyes scanning him for any signs of damage. "Looks like someone wanted to keep him out of the race," she murmured to April.

April's eyes widened with realization and anger. "But why?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Some people are just spiteful, darling." Meece shrugged. "But we won't let them win. We'll get you and him cleaned up and ready to race."

The neighbors dispersed, offering words of encouragement and sympathy to April. Meece and Jessica took Freddy back to Jessica's house, where they had set up a makeshift cleaning station. The two of them worked together, gently sponging the grime from his face and wiping the sweat from his body.

As the three of them worked, Freddy remained silent, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and gratitude.

With Freddy gleaming and looking almost as good as new, Meece turned to her daughter. "Alright, April," she said, her voice firm. "It's time to get ready for the race. We don't have much time."

April nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "I'm ready," she said, her fists clenched.

The trio returned home, and Meece helped April into her racing outfit a tight skimpy one piece spandex pink ensemble that showed the indent of her belly button and barely covered her growing body. Freddy, now clean and gleaming, was ready to serve his purpose once again.

As they approached the race track, the atmosphere was electric. The air was filled with the scent of freshly waxed leather and the squeals of excitement from the female racers as they warmed up their bike seats with practice laps. The grandstands were packed with women of all ages, dressed in their Sunday best, eager to witness the spectacle. The track itself was a sleek oval of blacktop, surrounded by lush green grass and banners flapping in the breeze. The sun shone down, casting a warm glow over the gleaming chrome of the bikes and the sweaty, nervous faces of the boys attached to them.

April's eyes widened as she took in the scene. The other racers were all much older than her, most of them in their late twenties and early thirties. Some of their bikes were young boys but some of them had older males, their faces a testament to the countless hours of use.

The bikes from all of the professional racers looked very fancy and of high quality. The boys in their bikes all had shiny chastity devices attached that went along with the the style and shine of their bikes color. One of the chastity locks was diamond encrusted.

The crowd grew hushed as Ms. Neopop took her place in the commentary box. She wore a tight black dress that highlighted her ample curves, her hair in a sleek bun that bobbed slightly as she leaned into the microphone. "Welcome, welcome, esteemed females of Fembodio," she announced, her voice echoing across the track. "We have a special treat for you today, our youngest ever contestant, the fiery Miss April, who's come to show us all what she's made of!"

April's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She had never been the center of so much attention before. She looked over at Jessica, who gave her a supportive nod and a wink. With a deep breath, she swung her leg over Freddy's frame and took her position, her small hands gripping the handlebars.

All of the racers approached their starting positions to get ready. "On your marks, get set, go!"

As the starting gun fired, the sound echoed through the air like a cannon shot. The cyclists took off like a pack of wild horses, their butts bobbing up and down as they pedaled with all their might. April's heart raced as she pushed Freddy's face into her tight spandex-covered bottom, her pussy already starting to get wet from the feeling. The friction between her clit and the fabric sent jolts of pleasure through her body, making her pedal even faster.

Aprils friends and her mother Meece watched from the sidelines, a proud smile on her face. She had taught her daughter well. April's legs were a blur, and her butt looked absolutely divine in that pink spandex. It was a perfect fit and Freddy's face was buried in it, his mouth open in a silent cry of submission. The scent of her pussy filled his nostrils, a sweet musk that was intoxicating in its potency. It was a scent that was familiar to him.

Each pedal stroke brought a fresh wave of pressure against Freddy's face, as April's spandex-covered ass engulfed him completely. Her cheeks clenched and released with each revolution, the fabric gliding over his skin with a whispered sigh of pleasure. The material was smooth and tight, hugging the contours of her body. Freddy could feel the heat radiating from her young pussy alongside the scent of her sweet arousal.

The race was a whirlwind of color and motion, with the sound of squealing tires and the grunts of exertion from the women filling the air. The crowd was a sea of waving arms and flashing cameras, all eager to capture the moment of triumph for their favorite racer. April pedaled with all her might, her legs pumping like pistons, her determination etched on her youthful face.

As they rounded the first corner, Freddy felt his face being squeezed even tighter. The wind rushed over his skin, and the smell of burning rubber and sweat filled the air. Despite his pain, he couldn't help but feel pride.

April was a natural on the bike, her small frame surprisingly powerful as she pedaled with a fierce concentration.

Jessica, dressed in a similar yet slightly more revealing outfit than usual, watched from the sidelines, her heart racing with excitement and a touch of jealousy. Her eyes darted from the race to Freddy, whose cheeks were now a deep shade of pink beneath her friend's ass.

From the audience, the Shopkeeper cheered for April as she quickly passed by giving her even more encouragement.

April passed by the seasoned racers as their positions changed back and forth. As the race progressed, the competition grew fiercer. Each racer tried to outdo the others, pushing their bikes and seats to the limit. The crowd roared with excitement.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Ms. Beniks appeared, riding her own bike in the race. She looked like a dark shadow, a dark old spandex racing outfit digging into her large body, her hair flew maddeningly behind her, and her face twisted into a grin. Without warning, she veered towards April, her bike's wheels coming dangerously close to Freddy. The crowd gasped as they watched the unexpected turn of events unfold.

"It looks like one of the audience members has invaded onto the track with a bike of her own, ladies. I'm not sure what's happening here." Ms. Neopops voice could be heard on the speakers.

April's eyes widened in shock as Ms. Beniks approached, her tires squealing as she tried to avoid collision. "What are you doing?!" she yelled over the din of the race.

Ms. Beniks leaned in close, her breath hot against April's ear even with their distance. "You think you can just waltz in here and take what's rightfully mine?" she spat. "I was once a champion of The Ultimate Bike Race, until I broke my leg and had to retire. Look at what retirement has done to me!" She screamed as she rubbed her protruded stomach, "I used to be thin as a branch! Now, I watch from the sidelines as girls like you have all the fun. But not today. I will not have one of my snot-nosed neighbors out do me!"

April's fear mixed with some anger as she recognized the spite in Ms. Beniks' voice. She pedaled harder, her ass slamming down on Freddy's face with renewed vigor. The crowd gasped as the two bikes neared collision, the tension palpable in the air.

Ms. Beniks leaned even closer, her large, round ass jiggling with each stroke. "You're just a child playing at being a real cyclist!" she shouted, her voice dripping with malice. "You can't handle that bike!"

April clenched her teeth and gripped the handlebars tighter. She wasn't about to let Ms. Beniks win. Not today, not ever. She had worked too hard. She could feel Freddy under her, his breaths muffled by her spandex-covered butt, his face reddening with each push she gave him into the seat.

"It looks like this intruding cyclist is attacking our youngest rider! This is both unbelievable and highly unprecedented!" Ms Neopop exclaimed into her microphone.

From their seats, Meece and Jessica watched in fear of what was occurring to April. The crowd's excitement grew as the two bikes passed by other racers, they remained side by side, both of their thighs flexing and their asses bobbing up and down in a fierce dance of dominance. Ms. Beniks' bike seat, a slightly older boy than Freddy with a look of shock and horror on his face, tried to take in air before she planted her butt back on his face. Each pump of their legs brought them further down the track.

"I can't believe it folks, I think that this intruder might be the infamous, Speeding Dame." Ms Neopop's shocked voice came from the speakers. "As most of you bike racing fans might know, the Speeding Dame was a racer who raced in this very competition 20 years ago. She was a complete nut job who my mother disqualified because she tried to knock her opponents off the track by kicking them, where she somehow broke her own leg in the process..."

"Shut up you stupid skank!" Ms. Beniks yelled into the air, her words directed at Ms. Neopop, "Your mother couldn't tell a foul from a fair play if her life depended on it!"

April quickly gained the lead in front of Ms. Beniks as her crazed neighbor veered to the right trying to drive her off the road. April slightly lost her balance as she recovered from the dodge. Ms. Beniks chuckled as she watched April struggle to keep it up. She knew that the girl had spirit, but she was no match for her experience. "Give up! You're just a little girl, a baby! Go put your training wheels back on your bike and go home kid!" she taunted.

But April was not about to back down. She pedaled faster and harder, Freddy's face felt both pain and pleasure beneath her as her crotch became warmer. "You're not going to beat me, Ms. Beniks!" she shouted over the roar of the crowd.

The crowd's cheers and gasps grew louder as they watched the two of them battle it out. The sight of Ms. Beniks' massive ass bouncing up and down on the face of her bike seat, she became increasingly reckless, knocking over other racers in her desperation to catch up to April. The sound of bikes clattering to the ground and the yelps of surprise from the other cyclists filled the air.

Weaving in between the remaining racers while avoiding Ms Beniks who was hot on her tail was pushing April to her limit.

Freddy, trapped beneath April, could feel the determination in her movements. Her thighs gripped the sides of his face like a clamp, her ass grinding into him with each pedal stroke. But as the race wore on, April's youthful energy began to wane. Her legs grew heavy and her breathing grew more ragged. Despite her best efforts, she felt the burn in her muscles as she pushed Freddy's face into her tight pussy with every rotation of the pedals. The race was taking its toll on her, and she knew she couldn't keep up the pace much longer.

Ms. Neopop's voice boomed over the loudspeakers, "Looks like our little April is slowing down! Will she be able to maintain her distance from the Speeding Dame?" The crowd gasped as Ms. Beniks took advantage of the moment, her bike surging forward with a roar of determination. The gap between them narrowed as the racers entered the final lap.

Ms. Benik whizzed by April, seemingly no longer after the little girl, her eyes now fixed on the finish line ahead. "So long you snot-nosed little brat!" She yelled as she quickly headed towards the end of the race with greed filed eyes.

"This isn't looking too good ladies!" Ms Neopop shouts sounded through thoguh the speakers, "Young April is fading!"

April panted with exhaustion. She couldn't make herself go any faster. An idea suddenly sparked inside her head.

In a stroke of genius, April leaned back slightly, allowing the fabric of her spandex to part just enough to expose her swollen clit. She knew the feeling of her climax would give her the extra boost she needed to win. As she did so, she could feel Freddy's tongue flick out, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. The warm sensation sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and she leaned back down, her butt cheeks, plump with baby fat, slamming onto his face with renewed vigor.

Her orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning, and she screamed out in pleasure as it rippled through her. The crowd's cheers grew louder, and the racers around her looked on in shock and awe. April then felt a rush of adrenaline. She pushed down hard on the pedals, her thighs squeezing Freddy's face as she raced towards the finish line.

April, feeling the rush of power, leaned forward slightly and reached for Freddy's penis. Her small, inexperienced hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking him with a fierce determination. Her strokes grew faster and firmer, her thumb circling the tip of his penis, smearing the precum that had gathered there. Freddy's eyes rolled back and he moaned into the fabric of her spandex outfit.

Ms. Beniks looked back, her eyes wide in shock as she saw April quickly closing the gap between them. "What sorcery is this!?" she exclaimed. Her attention turned back to the finish line as she tried to quicken her pace.

Freddy's cock grew harder with every stroke, his orgasm building like a storm inside of him. The crowd's cheers grew into a deafening roar as the two bikes grew closer together, His body slightly trembling with the effort of containing his impending climax.

April pedaled the bike to the left side of Ms, Beniks, "Hey Ms Beniks!" She shouted.

Ms Beniks, her face full of shock, jerked her head to face April.

"Looks like you're the one who's going to need training wheels!" April shouted over the wind.

Freddy orgasmed hard, his hot liquid cum shooting out of his penis that April aimed. It flew right into the eyes of Ms Benik.

"Agh!" Ms Benik yelled as she felt the hot liquid hit her face. She swerved her bike to the side, momentarily blinded. Her bike wobbled and she lost control, her massive ass bouncing off the seat she was dominating. The bike careened off the track with Ms Benik and crashed into the grass.

April, seeing her chance, leaned into the handlebars, her pussy grinding against Freddy's face one final time as she approached the finish line. The crowd was on their feet, their cheers a deafening crescendo that filled the air.

She crossed the finish line in a flash of color and the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause.

Ms. Neopop's voice boomed over the loudspeaker, "And the winner of today's Ultimate Bike Race is... April!" The crowd roared with approval, their excitement reaching fever pitch as April's mother, Meece, and her friends rushed onto the track.

Meece, her own face flushed with excitement, hugged her daughter tightly. "I knew you could do it,I'm so proud of you sweetie!" she exclaimed, lifting April off the bike and swinging her around. Freddy's face, sticky with sweat and cum, looked up at the two of them.

The Shopkeeper was already rushing over with a towel to clean up Freddy. "I can't believe it!" she said, her eyes wide with shock and admiration. "You've done it, little lady!"

Jessica, her eyes shined with excitement, was the first to hug April. "You beat Ms. Beniks!" she squealed. "That was so cool!"

Meece, her chest heaving with pride, bent down to whisper in Freddy's ear. "You were amazing, little boy." She kissed him tenderly on his face, her massive breasts jiggling with the motion.

As the race officials approached to award April her prize, a contingent of police officers made their way through the crowd. They headed straight for Ms. Beniks, who was still lying face down on the grass.

"Mrs. Benik," the lead officer said sternly, "You are under arrest for unsanctioned participation in the Ultimate Bike Race, destruction of property, and assault."

Ms. Benik, cum staining her face, looked up in disbelief. "What? This is an outrage! I was about to win the race!" she squawked, trying to stand but failing due to her weight and the pain of her bruised ego.

"You wouldn't have won even if you crossed the finish line," Ms Neopop rolled her eyes as she walked by Ms. Benik. "You weren't even officially in the race."

Ms Neopop then made her way to April, a proud smile etched onto her face. "Congratulations," she said as she held out a gleaming trophy shaped like a golden girl riding a boy bike with the number one emblazoned on it. "You've outdone yourself today."

April beamed with joy, taking the trophy from Ms Neopop with trembling hands. She looked down at her bike. "I couldn't have done it without Freddy!" The crowd's cheers grew louder as the two of them shared a moment of triumph.

Ms. Neopop leaned close to April, "You know, you've got something special, a natural talent for this sport. You could go far, kiddo." She winked and patted her on the back. "Now, let's take some pictures for the news!"

The flash of cameras pierced through the air as a smiling April, straddling Freddy, posed with her trophy held high.