WEEKENDS WITH LAURA
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"On Stomach," the woman said matter-of-factly, gesturing to the massage
table in front of her.
I was actually somewhat dissapointed. While her body was certainly
nothing to complain about, her face was old and weathered. Here I was,
blowing my monthly entertainment budget out on an "extra special"
oriental massage, and the woman they had stuck me with struck me as more
of a witch-doctor than the nubile young plaything I was looking forward
too.
I moved back towards the door. This wasn't going to work.
"Lie Down," she commanded again, through her thick asian accent.
Strangly, I complied.
The bed wasn't particularly comfortable. I felt the presence of the older
woman come close as the cheap robe she was wearing fell to the floor in
my periferial vision.
I shot her a quick glance, and what met my eyes was mildly startling.
Free of the unflattering robe, her body was absolutely stunning.
Perfectly tone, not a wrinkle on her. Perfect, firm, C-cup breasts which
balanced her round, tight ass equisitely... (wait, I thought asians
didn't have asses? oh well, no matter). Her stunning body flew in stark
contrast to her homily, aged face.
"LIE NOW!" she barked. I felt my face hit the massage table, not being
entirely sure if I had commanded it to do so. she started with my calfs.
Her touch was electric. kneeding and massaging first up one leg and then
up the other, the feeling was like nothing else I had ever experienced in
my life. I could almost feel my flesh tightening, her hands like those of
a deft sculpter, moving and shaping the flesh, releasing the inner
energy.
As she moved up my thighs to my ass, the feeling was overwhelmingly
fantastic. With each press, with each rub, she left my body feeling
renewed, alive, energetic, and relaxed all at one time.
"This is niiicceee," I muttered, not caring if she could understand me.
Up my lower back she went, carrying the feeling of rejuvination with her.
My whole backside tingled. She payed special attention to my lower back,
then my spine, then my shoulders. I was in ecstacy, frankly, at this
point, I didn't even care if we ever got to the happy ending.
Then, abruptly she stopped. Her hands lifted off me, and before I knew
what was going on, I heard the door to the small little dim room slam
behind me. I considered protesting but, well, frankly, there was no one
around to listen, and I was still basking in the wonderful feeling of
rejuvination which shimmered across my entire backside. The door opened
again.
"How it go?" I heard a voice ask. I recognised it as the woman who ran
the place.
"Fantastic!" I said without thinking, "But, is that all? I paid a lot of
money, I expected more!"
"No no!" she said incredulously, "of course not done! My massues simply
tell me you too tense. Here, take this."
She handed me a small, white, powdery pill, and a tiny little paper cup
of water. "This relax you. If you not relaxed, we could hurt you."
I reflexively downed the pill and swallowed the cup of water in one gulp,
only aftward realizing that it might not have been such a great idea. She
read the concern on my face.
"Don't worry! It safe!" she said. "The girls will be back in minute."
I noticed her gazing, almost admirably at my ass and backside, but didn't
think much of it.
"Roll over, get comfortable, we be with you soon!" And with that she
left.
I found getting off the table to be more of a chore than I expected...
First off, my back was still tingling, more relaxed than I had ever felt
in my life. Aside from that, though... It seemed to me that the table was
slightly higher than it had been before. I didn't think much of it. I sat
back down on the massage tabled and laid down. The table felt good on my
back. Everything felt good on my back. My ass especially, hell, if I
didn't know any better, I would have said that my ass felt too good- as
if there was more there than there had been just a few minutes before.
Wow, I was getting a little dizzy, but in a good way. The feeling
reminded me of ecstacy, but obviously it couldn't be, it took effect way
too fast. But, wait, yeah, I know this feeling. I was feeling good.
_REALLY_ good.
My relaxation was interrupted by the door once again. I saw the older
woman again (still naked), and with her were two other, younger girls,
both with the same exquisitely perfect bodies. Frankly, at this point, I
would have started getting pretty excited as to what was coming, but
frankly I was so damn relaxed that I really didn't care. It was time to
just take it all in. I was feeling pretty woozy at this point. I felt the
table I was on begin to fold upright, so that I was in a half sitting
position.
I also hadn't noticed, by the table by my legs split in two and hinged
outwards. The two younger girls grabbed my feet and the table, swinging
them out so that I was now sitting reclined, legs spread. As quickly as
the last massage had started, we were once again off. The two younger
girls begain to massage my feet, and _DAMN_ it felt good.
Meanwhile the older woman stepped between them, and between my legs, and
promptly took my still-soft cock entirely in her mouth. I was surprized,
but at that point, I was too comatose to express it. Of course the
reaction was almost immediate. My cock began to throb, and come alive
between her lips. I felt her fingers massage my inner thighs, then my
balls, pressing gently on my prostate. Between the foot massage, the
drugs, and this clearly expert blowjob, I was in absolutely heaven.
Within a minute I was full mast. Suddenly, the woman stopped and withdrew
from my cock. I would have been dissapointed, but... well, frankly, at
this point, I was feeling too good to care. I did note, oddly, that
despite the fact she had only licked my shaft, it felt as though both my
shaft and my balls were covered in saliva. The feeling of oddness quickly
passed as the younger women's rubbing my feet quickly returned me to my
feeling of relaxed ecstacy.
"Wow, these pills are good!" I thought to myself. Not only were they the
best rolls I'd ever had in my life, but they seemed to be almost
hallusinigenic. Or at least, I'd swear as the women at my feet were
working, they were actually sculpting my feet like clay. Making them
smaller, making them smoother. I had never had a foot massage before, but
after this, you can bet I'd be coming back.
Without a word the older woman stepped from between my legs and came
around to behind me. I felt her hands settle on my forehead. She began to
massage my scalp. Oh god, that was good. I lost track of time. The girls
at my feet began a slow work up my legs, If I didn't know better, I would
swear that as they massaged they were also removing the hair. Of course I
didn't know better. I was tripping hard at this point.
I felt an odd sensation of my hair being pulled. Somehow, the older woman
behind me had managed to grab all of the hair on my head with one hand.
That had to take talent with hair as short as mine. The younger girls
each reached my thighs. I was subtly dissapointed when they didn't
immediately dive in where the older woman had left off. Instead, they
stopped massaging (leaving my legs feeling _DAMN_ good... and, almost,
wow... my legs look really fucking good!) each came around the table, and
took a limp arm, and they began to work my hands and fingers.
Meanwhile the older woman above had moved on to my face, gently rubbing
my cheeks, my chin, my eyes, my ears. Her gentle touch was electric. I
was surprised to note that my cock was still hard, despite a complete
lack of attention for... how long now? It didn't matter, I couldn't tell.
And, while the older woman's saliva had long since dried off my cock, my
balls were _really_ wet... sweaty? The old woman turned her attention
from my face to my chest. The shots of electricity that followed quickly
distracted me once again.
From the position I was reclining, I could feel her breath on my ear, and
see her arms and hands as they gently began to massage my chest. I almost
came right there. Suddenly, a stark realization hit me. With each
compression of the older woman's fingers, I noticed that the fat and skin
which was grabbing wasn't completely returning to its original
position... in fact?
No. I'm tripping, remember? A slight feeling of dread begin to deaden the
ecstacy... no, it certainly looked like... wait? Where just a few minutes
ago she was massaging a flat male breast, it certainly looked, and hell,
it _REALLY_ felt, as though- no, she's DEFINITELY now holding a handful
of flesh. Just A-cups, at this point, but with each massage they grew a
little bigger.
I started to panic. I tried to move or speak. Neither was happening. As
scared as I was, it was hard not to get lulled back into relaxation. The
rubbing was the single most amazing sensation I had ever felt in my life.
My whole chest was electric, I could feel now a definite sense of weight.
These were breasts. These were MY breasts.
My attention was drawn briefly back to my hands... Either the young women
had grown, or... no, my hands were smaller. Delicate. Beautiful.
Feminine. The panic returned, stronger than ever. The weight on my chest
was impossible to ignore... returning my attention there, I was startled
to see that where just a few minutes ago had been a harry, slightly
overweight young man's pectorals, there were now two, perfect, beautiful
C cups.
The older woman was now massaging underneath them, gently pulling them
out, shaping them into perfect teardrops. With each push, the gently
bobbed up and down, pulling at my now-hairless chest. What the fuck!
Panic turned to terror. The woman said something in chinese two the
girls. She removed her hands from my new breasts, and they both leaned
over and each took a nipple in her mouth. They sucked.
Panic, terror, pleasure. I felt a life force swelling from my chest,
seemingly being sucked out of me, into these two beautiful young women.
It was so magnificent that for a second I couldn't remember how scared I
was. When they girls withdrew, the sight that greeted me was amazing.
Dangling from _MY_ chest were two, huge, firm, soft, beautiful breasts.
The girls sucking had enlarged the nipples, which now perfectly
complimented the mounds of flesh they occupied.
My fear vanished in amazement, almost arousal. This couldn't be real,
this wasn't real. The sensations my new breasts sent up as they gently
swayed in the cool air were certainly very real. The older woman's
attention had turned, she was now sculpting my shoulders so that they
perfectly framed my new breasts. I felt nothing but awe. Meanwhile, the
young women took up my arms once again, now done with my hands, they were
working up my forearms. I remembered that it felt _REALLY_ good.
The older womans hands lifted off my chest and I felt her walk back
around between my legs. The terror returned. I tried everything I could
think of to express "no", but nothing came out. I was relieved, initally,
when the older woman's attention fell on my stomach. I wasn't a
particularly attractive guy, definitely too many days and nights sitting
at my computer, playing WoW, I wasn't exactly an "active" person.
I watched in amazement, however, as the woman deftly re-sculpted my fat.
Some of it went up to my breasts (which were approaching Ds at this
point), most of it went down to my hips and ass. When she was done, she
added the finishing touches, massaging my stomach muscles until I had a
perfect little four-pack. She then turned her attention to my hips,
gently stroke them. I felt them expand. She toned the shape of my thighs
and hips, until they perfectly matched the proportions of my chest.
38x26x39, if I had to guess.
Her eyes then once again focuses on my rock-hard cock and soaking-wet (OH
GOD! WAS I WET! WAS THAT THE PROBLEM!?!) balls. My mind screamed, my body
did nothing. Abruptly she dived onto my cock, taking about a half of it
into her mouth and stroking madly. I tried desperately not to think about
what might happen.
"Just in enjoy it!" I told myself. "You're tripping!" I told myself.
I hardly noticed the young girls finish up at my shoulders and leave the
room. I was tranfixed on the sight of this woman bobbing up and down on
my cock. My balls were dripping, I swear. My new breasts gently swayed
with each stroke, sending tingling pleasure up my spine. But no amount of
pleasure could distract me from the terror I now felt. Well, that wasn't
true. I could feel the electricity of orgasm building. This wasn't just a
blowjob, it was the most mind-blowing blow-job I had ever experienced in
my life. Her rhythm was perfect, her strokes now taking in the full
length of my..
Oh shit. She wasn't taking any more of my cock in her mouth, there was
just less of my cock to take in now. The horror returned, but this time
tempered with mind-blowing pleasure of the the physical experiences. I
felt a pressure mount between my legs. She was massaging my ball sack
again... No, she was gently pressing it, sliding her finger back and
forth between my ass and my shaft, perfectly in time with her stroking of
my cock. As she pressed, the flesh gave way. I couldn't see it, but I
could feel it. I could feel as my ball sack pushed deeper and deeper
within me, smoothly lubricating each stroke of her finger in my juices...
MY JUICES!
Meanwhile her head bobbing went right on, her strokes just half what they
had been initially. I was suddenly aware of a pressure, her finger was
out of me, but there was a pressure, no, a pain. My balls themselfs were
being squeezed into the newly formed opening, and they were protesting.
god damnit, good for them, at least... "Pop". I exploded. My vision went
black. The pleasure overwhealmed me. I felt surge after surge of spasms,
pumping cum into the woman's mouth. She made no sign of even noticing.
The orgasm seemed to last for ages, spasm after spasm. No thought, no
mind. Every ounce of masculinity left in my body came exploding out of my
groins and into the womans mouth. Spasm, Spasm, Spasm. Spasm... Spasm...
She gave me one last good hard suck, before releasing my co... It was
gone, where my 6" cock had been just a few minutes before, only a small
flap of flesh remained.
"Wha..." My voice was smooth, seductive, and at least an octave higher.
My muscle control came back, but I was too exhausted to do anything with
it. The woman's energy had turned within me. Her fingers deftly pushing
against my insides. I felt my remaining ball get pushed into position
deep within my flat, beautiful tummy. She withdrew her fingers, spent a
few seconds lightly sculpting the surface of my new genitalia. Two,
perfect, pink pussy lips framed an equisitly sized and shaped little flap
of skin. I shuddered.
My new breasts reminded me of their presence. She took a step back,
admired me for a second, and promptly left the room. My whole body
tingled. Well, who was I kidding, it actually felt spectacular... but...
What the fuck? I was too stunned to feel emotion. Gathering my strength,
I reached down between my legs. What I found was familiar and alien at
the same time. My finger brushed against the new flap of skin that had
replaced my cock, the sensation felt as though my entire cock has been
brushed at once, and it sent a shudder up my spine.
My fingers probed my slit. I didn't have the heart to probe any deeper.
My attention turned... My breasts. I grabbed them with my new, svette
hands. My hands could barily hold the mounds of flesh. Another shudder up
my spine, this one set my new breasts swaying slightly. I sat up. I felt
a tug at my head, and then a whole head of hair fall down onto my neck
and shoulders. Soft, smooth. The door opened. The woman who ran the place
stepped in, pushing a full length mirror.
"All done!" she said cheerily.
"What... What... did you do to me?" The voice was alien.
"You want super special massage, you get super special massage!" she
said, as if this should have meant something to me.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME!" I screamed, trying to sound angry. I
sounded like a bratty princess.
"Our special massage world famous. You come here for our special massage,
we give it to you. Why you upset?" she said, slightly startled.
"I... I just wanted to get laid," I admitted defeatedly.
"YOU THINK WE LIKE THOSE HOUSES!" she snapped, now her time to be angry.
"We ancient magicians, not cheap whores!"
"I know, I'm sorry," I really couldn't get used to this new voice of
mine. "I... I... think there's just been a miscommunication."
"Yes," she said, matter of factly. "I think too. It's ok, we make you
happy. We can un do."
Those words brought the most intense sense of relief I had ever felt in
my life. "You can be man again, hell, we can make you better man, bigger
man." I was starting to like the sound of this. "But..." she continued.
Shit, I knew there was a but.
"Your body weak. Very sensitive. It must rest. You need one month
recovery, then we make you what you want."
My sense of relief vanished. One month? What about my job? My girlfriend?
My life? What was I going to do for a month? She read my face.
"I know, nothing can do. And there is one other thing. Your body and mind
veerry sensitive. Woman orgasms very strong. If you do, we cannot change
back. Be very careful."
It's not like I planned on fucking a guy any time soon. "No problem," I
responded.
"Yes problem. Your body VERY sensitive. Womans body very devious, want
things even if you don't. You must control. We tell all no sex one month,
if you give your body what it wants now, it will control you for rest of
life. You slave to desires."
'Great,' I thought. No matter. A month living at home, avoid all outside
influences... no big deal. One month isn't _THAT_ long... and hell, as
long as I can turn back, it might be interesting to see how 'the other
side' feels for a few weeks.
"I'll be careful," I responded.
She smiled, it looked genuine. "Well, for next month, you very beautiful,
here, have look. I come back with your new things!" She shuffled out of
the room, leaving the mirror.
My curiosity took hold. I hopped off the table. My breasts bounced, it
felt great. I hadn't been a particularly large guy, 5'9... I seemed to
have lost a few inches. I walked up to the mirror and turned it around.
My jaw dropped. There I stood, staring into the mirror, and directly at
the most beautiful woman I could have possibily imagined, or hell, more
realistically my ultimate dream girl. I looked nothing like my old self.
I wasn't an ugly guy, but the woman staring back at me was a work of art
(I suppose litterally). My figure was nothing short of perfect, my perky,
huge breasts balanced by a large, round, tight ass. Shoulder-length,
smooth, brunette hair framing an adorably cute, baby face with stunning
come-hither-and-fuck-me eyes. When I was a man, I would have seen this
girl walking in the street and fantasized about her for weeks, and here
she was standing in front of me. I briefly thought of my girlfriend. Oh
Amanda, my cute, dorky, pudgy girlfriend. She had nothing on this figure
in the mirror.
Oh god, what was I going to do about her? What was I going to do about my
life? The visage in the mirror distracted me again. Oh my god I wanted
this woman. I felt a tingle between my legs, the pouty lips in the mirror
sat open, giving the most erotic look I had ever seen from a woman in my
life. This body wanted me too. The tingle turned moist.
"No!" I thought. "I'm a man. I'll be a man again. I'll just bring Amanda
by, and have them sculpt her into this woman next month. It'll all work
out."
The shop owner returned with a bag. "New things for you," she said. "We
handled law stuff. ID in there is real. Get dressed."
With that she left again. I opened the bag. In it was a brown skirt,
white blouse and a set of white, lacy lengerie. There was also a small
purse. Inside was the contents of my old wallet (Hey, where'd that go?),
as well as a cute leather wallet with a California State Drivers License.
"Laura Elizabeth Riley" I read the name. I looked back in the mirror,
"Hi, I'm Laura." I said to the beautiful figure staring back it me. I
swear she was flirting with me. I put the clothes on. The bra took a few
tries. The G string rubbed against my clit, sending electricity up my
spine. I put on the skirt, it looked long enough in my arms, but on me,
wrapped around my large, firm ass, it seemed painfully short. The thought
of going out in public with such a chill on my thighs also seemed odd. At
least the blouse was straight forward. I stared back in the mirror. The
woman I saw was breathtaking, even dressed so conservatively. She smiled.
I smiled. She flashed a come-hither look and giggled. Did I do that? This
was going to be an interesting month.
< To Be Continued >
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