"Malcolm?" Blaine's voice echoed in the dark cavernous locker. It was
too large. How could it be bigger on the inside than on the outside?
Why did Blaine feel so weak and vulnerable? Why couldn't he move? Why
couldn't he -
The back of the locker opened - no it had to be the front of the
locker, Blaine must've gotten himself turned around in the dark. No,
it had to be a two-sided locker. The room on the other side of the
open door was different than the one Blaine had been in earlier. A
shadow moved across the opening. It was a naked giant. The
silhouetted hand grabbed Blaine and lifted him out as if he weighed
ounces. Blaine was shocked to recognize the giant once he was out in
the light. It was Malcolm - the same Malcolm who had gotten him into
this mess. He glared for a second, but the realization that he was no
longer human and now weighed practically nothing set in - he was at
Malcolm's mercy.
"Blaine, you never looked better," Malcolm said with a laugh, "Boy,
were you easy to play. I honestly thought I'd have to taser you and
shove you in that locker myself, but you surprised me and did it all
yourself. Oh, I bet you're wondering what you are now? Well, as you
know I'm not much of a jock, but I love to ride my bicycle. So, I'm
going to try out for the cross-country cycling team next year. This
year I've got to get in shape, and you're my new one-piece cycling
suit. You even have little rubber soled feet, and built in athletic
supporter. Haha, here's the best part. You're waterproof on the
outside and wick away sweat on the inside. This experimental custom
suit would've cost me thousands. You'll be comfortable in the chill of
winter, or in the heat of summer. I may never have to take you off!"
With that Malcolm pulled Blaine on. He was no longer screaming in his
mind - he was numb with horror. He tasted Malcolm's left foot, then
his right. As the salty hair covered legs filled him as he was pulled
upward over Malcolm's body, Blaine wanted to gag. The suit was a
variation on the speedskater's suits, and even had fingered gloves and
a open faced hood. Malcolm was completely inside Blaine.
Blaine was disoriented he felt his body stretched and reshaped around
another man. His mouth and ass seemed to have become one - as the
suit had but one opening. The mouth of the hood stretched to
accommodate Malcolm's body. Blaine's senses were on overload.
Tactilely he was embracing every inch of Malcolm's body. He was
'seeing' without eyes every spot of Malcolm's body and 360 degrees
around Malcolm. The stench coming off of Malcolm was incredible. He
felt Malcolm's cock harden in the tight spandex. To Blaine's further
horror, it made him feel good.
Malcolm donned his helmet, and climbed on his bike and started
pedaling. He'd start out slow today - maybe only 10 or 15 miles, but
by the end of the month he'd be taking Blaine out for 25-40 mile
rides. He really wanted to get be the next Lance Armstrong, and with
Blaine's help - willing or not - Malcolm thought he could do it.