The following tale of sexual depravity contains adult material. 
If you are under the legal age for your area (generally 18 or
21), or object to explicit sex, stop reading NOW.  Otherwise, if
erotic situations and taboo acts turn you on, then please enjoy
yourself.  The characters and situations are, of course,
completely fictitious.

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Otherwise, this work should be considered copyright 2011 Sissy
Princess Heathyr.


A Sissy (S)exercise Fantasy

by Sissy Princess Heathyr
sissyprincessheathyr@gmail.com


I stopped going to the gym about six months ago, when money got
tight and I had to find ways to reduce my expenses. I usually
don't get to the gym much in the spring or summer months anyway,
so it was an easy expense to cut. I hate going into the office
all sweaty, so I avoid working out in the mornings, and the last
thing I want to do at the end of a day is trade one dark,
windowless space for another.

Of course, as the holiday weekend passed and the summer heat
began to beat down, I found the lack of exercise taking its toll
on me. I wasn't at all happy about how I looked or how I felt,
and I'm talking generally, not from a gender/sexuality
perspective. I kept making plans to start exercising again, to
get outside and do something in the morning, when I could count
on having time to come home, relax, cool down, and shower before
driving to work in air-conditioned comfort.

It didn't work. Every week I would make plans, and every morning
I would find an excuse not to get out. I just couldn't find the
motivation.

Ironically, it was during a quick trip to Wal-Mart to grab some
comfort munchies - Doritos, Cheese Sticks, and Rainbow Chips Ahoy
- that I finally figured out what the problem was. I was walking
by the women's clothes when I spotted the cutest black-and-pink
workout set. It sang out to my sissy heart, called me away from
the snacks I didn't really need anyway, and demanded that I
submit to its Lycra embrace.

Without a moment's hesitation, I walked over and began rifling
through the racks, looking for my size. I won't lie and say I'm a
perfect sissy size six, but I seem to be about average, and never
have an issue finding something cute in my size. There were lots
of other cute color combinations, and I thought about getting a
different outfit for every day of the week, but the empty spot in
my wallet convinced me that two would be enough. The outfit that
had originally called to me featured a pair of black shorts, with
an inch-wide pink strip up the left side, and a pink top with a
three-inch wide band of black running just below the breasts. The
second outfit I picked up was the mirror image of the first, with
predominantly pink shorts and black top.

I quickly grabbed a couple pair of white ankle socks with tiny
little pink pompoms on the back, and then headed directly for the
shoes. As I sat there trying on women's running shoes, gleefully
ignoring the disapproving looks of the blue-smocked old bag who
kept haunting the aisle, I found a renewed sense of purpose
washing over me.

The reason I hadn't been able to motivate myself to exercise, I
realized, was that I really didn't care how I looked as a man. In
fact, I wanted nothing more than to forget that image, and to
never see myself like that again. That was hardly a revelation to
me, but realizing how desperately I wanted to look good as a
woman, or even as a sissy, I began to understand the strange
dichotomy. Even though the man who trudged into work every day
shared the same body as the sissy who pranced around the house
every night, they really were two different people. I couldn't
get motivated to make him look any better, but I was super
motivated to make her look good.

There was a pair of pink canvas sneakers that I absolutely, but
they offered no support for running, no matter how much I tried
to convince myself otherwise. In the end, I settled on a pair of
plain white leather running shoes, but bought myself a pair of
bright pink laces to put in them.

On my way to the checkout I picked up a bag of pink and purple
scrunchies for my hair, along with some baby-powder scented
antiperspirant. I already had a few padded panty girdles at home,
to provide some definition while flattening out my sissy bulge,
along with some padded sports bras that would fill out the Lycra
shirt nicely. The watch I wore everyday was a thin, purple girls
sports watch anyway, so my workout outfit was complete.

*******

Sure enough, when the alarm went off the next morning, I was up
and out of bed in a heartbeat. I was excited about exercising
again, and determined to start developing the kind of sissy
curves I would need to land myself a real man - preferably one
who would take me away from it all, trading my tie for a studded
leather collar, but I'd just as happily settle for one who would
fuck me silly and leave me leaking cum.

As I dressed, I felt my entire personality change. It was a
transformation that usually only came over me after work, when I
traded dress shirts for blouses and pants for skirts, but one
that I hadn't felt so strongly since the first time I had Nair'd
myself hairless in the shower - and then lovingly caressed my
wondrous, impossibly smooth legs until the water ran cold.

Before I could look in the mirror and spoil the illusion, I
opened the treasure box atop my dresser and pulled out my new
glasses. Thanks to my allergies, I'd never been able to wear
contact lenses, so I usually had to prance around blind, rather
than let my black, boring, boy's glasses ruin my carefully
constructed faade of femininity. Thanks to the miracles of
online shopping, and a great summer discount I'd stumbled upon, I
finally had a pair of prescription glasses that I could happily
wear while dressed as my soul demanded.

The frames were much thicker than my normal glasses, but the
plastic was a shiny purple, with tiny diamond-like sparkles all
over. The lenses themselves were just over half the size I was
used to, but nicely shaped, with almost a retro cat's eye look to
them.

They were perfect. I slipped them on and smiled at the pretty
sissy in the mirror. We were perfect.

My plan was to ride my bike across town to the public track, run
(or at least jog) a full mile around it, and then bike home. I
estimated that would give me a solid hour of exercise, and would
definitely work up a sweat. I felt a little self conscious about
being so publicly exposed as a sissy, but I knew traffic would be
light at five o'clock in the morning, and the only other people
on the track would be serious joggers who wouldn't care about
anything but their time.

Finding two nearly-flat tires on my bike didn't exactly get me
off to the best of starts, but the gas station was only a few
blocks away, and only a little bit out of my way. I struggled up
the hill to get there, fighting gravity as much as the slack
tires, but I looked at it as added exercise. Fortunately, I'd
thought to pack some change in my fanny pack along with my house
keys, so I was in good shape. I popped my fifty cents into the
machine and quickly set to filling my tires.

While I was doing that, a big-ass pickup truck backed into the
space next to. The driver made me a little nervous, especially
when he climbed down out of the cab, but he just smiled and
waited patiently. When I was done, he asked if he could have it,
and even handed me a quarter to split the cost. His tone was so
warm and so polite, I wondered for a moment if he might be the
man to fuck me silly, but when I thanked him for the change, his
whole demeanour changed.

I took the hint and quickly got on my bike. As I pedaled away
from the pump, I heard him mutter, "Fucking sissy faggot. Oughta
be forced to wear a sign, I tell ya."

Suddenly, the flat tire was the best part of my morning. Sure, it
may not have been meant as a compliment, but he'd just validated
my sissy femininity in a way that no mirror ever could. I was
tempted to ride back and blow him a thank-you kiss, but I knew
that would be pressing my luck.

I had a moment of fear as I pulled out of the gas station and saw
a police SUV turn the corner behind me, but he passed me by
without incident. I wasn't wearing a helmet, and the light on my
bike had needed fresh batteries for over a year. Neither was
enough to get me a ticket, but I'd had a few stern warnings over
the years, and I didn't feel like putting an end to my morning
exercise for something so boring as a lecture quite so quickly.

*******

When I finally pulled into the park, my chest was sore, my legs
were rubbery, and I was completely out-of-breath. Clearly, I was
in worse shape than I thought. I spotted a police SUV parked in
the church parking lot across the street, and idly wondered if it
was the same one that had passed me earlier, but didn't think
much of it. The cops were always parked there, and I felt a
little better knowing there were watching eyes to protect me in
case some macho runners decided to take offense to sharing the
track with an effeminate sissy.

That was assuming, of course, he was the kind of cop to give a
damn, instead of turning a blind eye to a little pride-bashing.

What I had planned to be a run quickly became a jog instead, and
even that didn't go well. I was on my second lap, coming up to
the half-mile mark, when I hit the wall. If I'd been driving, I
might have pushed through it for another lap, but I knew I still
had a half hour ride home ahead of me. So, a little disappointed
in myself, but more determined than ever to get back in shape, I
finished the lap and headed for my bike.

As I took a long sip of water from my bottle, I realized I was a
sweaty, trembling mess, but I was a sweaty, trembling, sissy
mess, and that made all the difference. I was quite proud of
myself, and eager to do this again tomorrow. Finding my second
wind, I hopped on my bike and rode out of the park, and into the
street.

That's when the cop flashed his lights at me and waved me over.

Crap.

Hoping to make it quick, I checked for traffic, and then rode
across the road and into the church parking lot. As I approached
the SUV, however, he began backing up, still waving me forward.
He only stopped when he was against the back fence, beneath the
shadows of the trees overhead. It was a little creepy there,
right next to the graveyard, and definitely more secluded than I
felt comfortable with. All I could do was hope that somebody had
seen me heading out from the track.

"Good morning, officer." I tried to see some glimmer of emotion
behind the mirrored sunglasses, but he was giving nothing away.

"Park your bike by the fence, and then get in." He pointed to the
passenger side door to emphasize the point.

The rational, cautious, masculine side of my brain was screaming
for me to run. It told me what a bad idea this was, and chastised
me for being so stupid as to even consider getting inside that
SUV with a power-tripping cop. The sissy side of my brain,
however, told it to shut the fuck up and watch.

The moment I slipped inside, he raised the windows and locked the
doors. I was scared, but it was a good kind of scared . . . the
kind that makes your panties wet with pre-cum!

"You look like you've had quite the workout." He smiled at me and
removed his glasses.  He had the most amazing blue eyes, bright
and piercing. They were the kind of eyes that could just as
easily sweat a confession out of somebody as seduce one. "My, but
you are sweaty! You look like you're about ready to drop from
exhaustion."

I nodded, afraid to do otherwise. "Yes, sir."

"What do you have to drink in that bottle of yours?"

"Just water, sir."

"Just water?" He shook his head softly. "You should know better
than that. If you're going to be working yourself so hard, then
you need to inject a little protein into that body." He laid his
hand on my thigh, just high enough that his pinkie finger was
brushing the tip of my cock. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot
through my body at his touch, and it had nothing to do with the
Taser on his belt! "Really, if you want to maximize your
recovery, you should be sucking down something a little more . .
.  solid."

I couldn't believe this was happening! It was so wrong, so
inappropriate, and so completely my fantasy. Here I was, locked
in a well-insulated SUV, with a cop who had, no doubt, a solid
explanation and alibi already prepared to explain my presence,
should things go wrong. He was so totally coming on to me! The
only question was whether he knew I was a sissy, or whether he
thought he was chatting up an awkward young woman.

"Every woman can use a protein shot once in a while but, to be
truly happy and healthy, a sissy girl should ensure he has at
least one daily." He fixed me in place with a knowing wink.

Bingo! With things suddenly clear between us, I felt my cock
growing beneath his touch. "Yes, sir." I licked my lips
seductively. "Not that you mention it, I am rather thirsty, sir.
A good shot of protein might just do wonders for me."

Suddenly, I felt the chair lower itself beneath me, even as it
slid back a few inches. He let go of the adjustment buttons and
smiled. "There's not as much room as there'd be in a stock SUV,
but I think you'll find enough room to get down and comfortable
on the floor.

He was right. I slipped off the seat and knelt quite comfortably
on the floor. I had to crouch to keep myself beneath the
dashboard, but since that brought me closer to his crotch, I
don't think either of us had an issue with that.

I watched, mesmerized, as he began stroking himself through his
police blues. I could see his cock swelling beneath the zipper,
and felt myself beginning to lean forward. As I reached out, he
took his hands away, giving me full access. I all but ripped the
belt off of him, but then took my time unzipping his pants. The
last thing I wanted, at that point, was to catch his skin and
have him toss me out of the SUV, horny, bruised, and completely
unsatisfied.

The moment the zipper reached the end of its journey, his white
briefs began straining upwards towards me. I'd never been quite
so forward before, but something compelled me to lean over and
nibbled his shaft through the cotton, inhaling the overwhelming
scent of musk and sweat as I did so. Clearly, judging by the
smell, he was near the end of a long shift, but the more he
smelled like a man, the more I wanted to do this for him.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle cuff upside my head. "Maybe another
time, sissy, but we're a little pressed for time here." He lifted
his ass off the seat and helped me pull the pants and briefs away
from his cock. "Get sucking."

Oh my god, it was glorious! I'd sucked longer cocks before, but
never one quite that thick. I wasn't even sure I'd be able to get
it in my mouth, but I knew I'd make the effort - and then some!
The moment I lowered my face to his cock he grabbed the back of
my head, pulled me close, and thrust his hips up towards me at
the same time. Before I could even take a breath, I had five
inches of thick, hard, cop-cock buried in the back of my throat.

My jaws hurt, and I felt like I was going to gag. It was the most
glorious feeling in the world.

He was too thick to really suck the way I'd like, so I settled
for licking and slobbering all over his shaft, while he held me
in place and fucked my face. He was a demanding lover, and one
who knew what he wanted - and just how to get it - but he wasn't
careless. His thrusts in and out of my mouth were well-placed and
well-timed, allowing me just enough time to breathe between
mouthfuls of cock, and never pressing too hard or too fast into
my throat.

It wasn't long before he was moaning softly. "Good girl."

Those two words filled me with such a sense of sissy pride that I
came in my panties. He must have felt it, because he quickly
shoved his hand beneath my shorts and caressed me with his
callused palm. It felt good, but I was so sensitive from coming,
I cried out and tried to pull away. Of course, I couldn't really
go anywhere, impaled on his cock as I was, but the effort was
there.

When he pulled his cock all the way out of my mouth, I wanted to
cry. I immediately lunged forward, only to be snapped back by the
hand in my hair. The pain brought tears to my eyes, but what he
did next made it all worth it.

"Sissy protein isn't nearly enough to maximize your recovery, but
it might be interesting to see what it does for your
performance." He began stroking his cock, smearing my spent cum
all over it, until it glistened in the early morning sunlight. "I
want you to lick me clean, from balls to head and back again,
until I tell you to stop."

He didn't have to tell me twice! I dove in and wrapped my lips
around his balls, taking them into my mouth and gently cradling
them with my tongue. I felt a few pubic hairs stick in my teeth
as I let go, but I knew I would leave them there all day as a
reminder. I ate my own cum on a regular basis, so I needed no
encouragement to begin licking my way to the head. I worked
slowly and gently, caressing his shaft in an `S' pattern as I
slurped down my dripping cum. When I reached the top, I pulled
back and kissed the tip. I could see a drop of pre-cum glistening
there, so I darted in with my tongue to sneak a taste.

It tasted so much better than my own, so much stronger and so
much more pungent. I was ravenous with my hunger for him and
began licking my way back down the other side so I could get him
back in my mouth again.

"Oh, fuck, you're good." He held my head in place and pushed his
cockhead just past my lips, resting it on my tongue. "Just hold
it there," he panted, his breath coming quickly, "and savour
every ounce of your protein injection."

It only took a few strokes of his cock before I felt him begin to
twitch in my mouth. I was so hungry, and so excited, I wanted
nothing more than to watch his beautiful cock as the explosion
welled inside it. I knew what was expected of a proper sissy,
however, so I looked up at his face instead and favoured him with
my most grateful, submissive smile of sissy pleasure. I continued
to gaze into his face adoringly, broadcasting my satisfaction
with my eyes, as his cock exploded.

I don't know if it had been a long time since he'd last cum, or
whether he was always so intense, but his cum literally blasted
the inside of my mouth. It exploded like a volcano, coating every
inch of my mouth with hot, wet, sticky cum. It was so thick, I
couldn't easily swallow it, and I was having trouble getting a
breath. For a brief moment I actually thought I might suffocate -
a happier death I can't imagine! - but he took pity on me and
slowly withdrew from my mouth.

When he smiled, I finally allowed myself to look away from his
face, and gleefully watched the softening slab of man flesh
withdraw from my sissy lips. We were still connected by a thin
strand of cum, and that image made me cream my panties for a
second time that morning. I reached out, freed the string from
the tip of his cock, and then lifted my hand so that the cum fell
onto my face with a plop. I gently rubbed it in, luxuriating in
the feeling of his seed on my skin.

All the while I was gargling with my thick, viscous pool of cum,
until there were spermy bubbles popping on my lips. It felt
divine, and tasted even better. I poked my tongue out and wiggled
it around for a moment, putting on a bit of a show, and then
began swallowing. It took a dozen good swallows, but I finally
had the bulk of it down, although I would be tasting cum all day
long.

Or so I hoped!

"There." He nodded officially as he began tucking himself back
into his pants. "Now that I have done my bit to serve and
protect, to help a sissy citizen get home healthy and safely, I
can get back to work."

"Thank you, sir." I noticed a smear of cum on the back of my hand
and licked it off. "I'm sure my recovery will be much quicker,
thanks to you."

"You're welcome." He put the mirrored sunglasses back on, but
smiled as he did so. "You know, most guys hate this assignment.
They complain there's nothing worse than sitting idle, watching a
bunch of old farts walk the track, just in case some petty purse
snatcher should come along." He looked out the window and stared
at the track. "Can I assume you'll be exercising every morning?"

I nodded, certain he could see me out of the corner of his eyes.
"And every evening, too, if necessary."

"No, I like mornings." He flicked a switch on the door and
released the locks. "You should get going."

"Yes, sir." I opened the door. "Thank you again, sir."

I all but floated over to my bike, prancing and dancing across
the broken asphalt, riding a cum-laced high that would last for
hours. Unable to resist one last look, I made sure to ride by his
open window.

"You know," he called out the window, "you get a much better
workout if you keep your ass off the seat. Makes you use your
legs more."

"I know, but it gets so hard."

"Sometimes hard is good." He nodded to me through the window.
"Get an early start tomorrow, and maybe I'll give you some extra
motivation there as well. I find that sissies who can't sit down
have a much easier time riding with their legs."

"Yes, sir." I found my legs suddenly shaking at the thought of
taking that cock inside my sissy pussy. "I look forward to
further instruction."

As I started my ride home, I knew there'd be no going to work
today. I saw myself coming down with a sudden cold, the kind that
only lots of protein could cure, and the kind that only repeated
anal insertions of my biggest latex thermometer could properly
monitor. My officer might have been a gentleman today, but I knew
there'd be no controlling that monster one he buried it in my
ass.

It'd been a long while since I'd been fucked properly, so I
figured a day of practice, a day of stretching and straining, was
just good preparation for some early morning sissy (s)exercise.

I could really see this becoming a daily routine!


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