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Poudre Mountain Spa: The Change
Chapter 1: The First Day
"Come on, Paul! It'll be fun!"
Paul Smith looked puzzled at Carla as they stood in the spa lobby. "I
don't know... I'm just not a spa kinda person!"
"You're not any kinda person," Carla pouted, her cute red lips pushing
out in an irresistible fashion. With a huff she pulled her arm away from
his.
Paul grimaced, knowing the fruit of her action in him. Since meeting
Carla some two weeks ago, Paul Smith had been dragged to, pulled up,
walked through, and driven around more than he had in the previous 20
years of his life! They had met by chance when she had accidently called
the wrong number. That "ooops" let do their first date in the fanciest
joint in Denver which led to their day at the zoo, which led to countless
other dates.
Today she had taken him up north on a camping trip of sorts, she said,
though as always she would go in no more detail. They had driven far
from their home, through Ft. Collins and the Poudre Valley. At first he
had thought they were lost, a victim of Carla's curiosity, but then, at
the end of the road, a large meadow spanned out before them. The tall
Rocky Mountains stood around it, their rocky peaks jutting up to the sky.
A large, square building covered in gray plexiglass siding stood in the
center of it. A huge parking lot, amazingly filled, sat beside it. Paul
had gasped. "I never knew this was even here!"
Carla had just smiled.
"So... what are we gonna do?" he exclaimed.
"Well," she said with a curious grin. "We're gonna get you all hooked up
in here while I get our camping spot picked out and ready. By the time
you're done... I should be all set for you."
Paul had groaned. "Me? A spa? Carla, I don't think.."
But she had insisted...and now here they stood. Before the large sign
that read: "Rocky Mountain Spa Service." Below the sign were a number of
different options, all incomprehensible to poor Paul.
Carla approached the counter.
"Hi," she said to the clerk.
"What can I help you with?" the receptionist responded.
"We're here by appointment."
The receptionist nodded, jotting the information down on a large pad
beside her. "And the name?"
"Carla... Carla Brown."
"Carla... yes. We have you down. Now, tell me... Will he be taking the
full treatment this week? Or breaking it up?"
"Yes... in the next three days."
"And who will be paying his bill?"
"I will," she said, digging in her purse for her wallet. With a look
backward, she grinned. "I can't buy your birthday present with you
standing right there. Go take a seat and the treatment professional will
be with you shortly."
Paul sat down while Carla pulled out her credit card and charged his
birthday gift to it. He sighed, his stomach going into this throat. As
Carla took a seat beside him, Paul whinced. "I can't believe I'm doing
this."
Carla grinned. "I think you may find it will change your
life...forever!"
The treatment professional, a young blonde with a curious black streak in
her hair, opened the door to their right. "Paul Smith?" she said. Paul
stood and approached the woman as Carla too stood up. "I'll be seeing
you later tonight. Don't worry... I'll pick you up soon!"
Paul watched Carla leave as he was ushered back to a small room just
behind the desk. A large table stood in the center of the room with a
towel at the foot of it. "Go ahead and get comfortable," she said,
taking a seat in the chair beside the table.
Paul shimmied up on the table as he would at the doctor's office.
"So," she said. "Have you been here before?"
Paul shook his head no.
"I didn't think so. You don't look familiar. So... You've opted for the
spa package I see. Good. I think you'll really like the entire package.
We'll begin with a dark short upper splash with perspective today. Then
we'll give you a short break followed again by a dark short lower splash
with perspective."
"Uh... with me being new and all here," Paul said. "Could you explain
that all to me?"
"I'm not at liberty to say," the young woman said standing up. "After
your treatment you may ask your guide."
"Guide?"
"Hurry, get undressed, and lay on your back on the table. You may pull
the towel over you if you wish."
With nary another word, the young woman departed the room leaving Paul
with no more answers than he had before.
Frustrated, but still willing to trust Carla now, he stripped off his
clothes and laid down on the table.
Moments after another woman came in the room with bright red hair and a
freckled face came in the room. She came over close to Paul's face and
smiled. "I'm Brenda," she replied. "I'll be doing your first treatment
today."
"So you're the..."
"Guide." she replied. "Yes!"
"Good, cause I got lots of questions for you."
"I'm glad," she said. "But I'm not at liberty to explain anything until
your final procedure."
"But how..."
"Just trust..." Brenda said turning off the lights.
Paul's body stiffened under the towel on the table. He had not expected
so much secrecy. Why had he agreed to come here in the first place!
"Close your eyes, Paul," Brenda said, her voice strangely lulling. "And
just feel what your body is feeling."
Brenda didn't answer and Paul did as she instructed, taking a few deep
breaths himself to calm his nerves. Brenda's hands moved over his chest,
her palms cupping something wet and warm. Pressing against him, she
began to rub the liquid into the muscles of his chest, pulling and
molding his chest with her fingers and hands. Paul groaned in his next
breath. Relaxation had begun to kick in. Through Brenda's
ministrations, stress he never knew existed there began to seep out of
him.
Suddenly Paul cried out, sitting up and opening his eyes to the darkness.
His nipples, once inactive and numb, had at once awakened and he could
feel, for the first time in his life, intense pleasure from them as
Brenda's hands did their work. Brenda shushed him, pushing him down
gently to the table again. "Just relax," she said as she removed her
hands and pulled what felt like a plastic sheet over his mid-section.
Then she began again.
This time she began at his nipples, her long fingers first circling, then
pinching, and finally gently pulling at his flesh. The pleasure he had
felt began again in force this time. He could feel his erection rise
beneath the towel, his penis strain upwards as the pleasure at his chest
increased. Brenda's fingertips danced over his nipples, touching them,
molding them, and pinching them. They seemed larger somehow, like little
erections on his chest, standing taller than they'd ever stood before.
Even the flesh around them had increased its sensitivity as Brenda's
fingers pulled and played with his new, erect nipples.
Then, as suddenly as it began, it was done. Brenda's fingers left his
nipples. And with a swish of air, she opened the door and left.
Paul, still lying on the table, took stock of his situation. His nipples
still tingled from Brenda's ministrations. They felt oddly large too,
larger than they had been previously. They seemed to push up into the
air now, where before they were quite dormant. Also, the cool air
blowing down from above made them stand up tall, almost painfully so.
Paul was about to reach up to touch them when the door opened again.
Afraid to move again, he lay on the table perfectly still.
Suddenly, Paul felt a mouth circle his right nipple. He cried out in
shock, his erection immediately coming to attention. The mouth began to
suck on him, gently at first, its teeth slowly nibbling on his flesh
while another hand began to pinch his right nipple. Paul gasped, his
erection throbbing up and down below him. He could feel an orgasm
approaching, though the pleasure was only coming from his chest! The
sucking continued and with each suckle Paul could feel himself get closer
and closer to an orgasm. Finally, he could take no more. He screamed
out, the mouth at his nipple still holding tight as he thrashed about the
table. His penis released its load, spilling all over his abdomen. He
pushed up toward the mouth which continued to suckle him as yet another
orgasm hit him. This time, his penis had nothing to give but continued
to painfully now stand at attention. At this orgasm, the mouth released
its hold and quietly exited the room.
Paul was shocked. What had just happened to him? What had they done to
create such...pleasure...where there had been none before. Paul sat up
now, turned on the light, and looked down at himself. Two large nipples,
like those he had seen on Carla's chest, now adorned his chest surrounded
by dark flesh about a half-dollar around. They looked odd on his
otherwise flat chest.
The door opened and Brenda walked in. "How are you enjoying your
treatment?" she asked.
"What the hell did you do to me," he said, gesturing to his two enlarged
nipples.
"Oh, don't worry," Brenda giggled, pulling the blanket back to clean up
the mess Paul had made earlier. "Did you not enjoy it?"
Paul blushed. "I enjoyed it," he said. "I just..."
"That's all that matters." Reaching in the closet next to her, she
grabbed another towel and draped it over him, this time, just above his
crotch and below his nipples. "Your next masseuse should be in shortly."
With a flick of her wrist she turned the lights off before shutting the
door.
Paul was left for a few moments to evaluate the situation. He could
always leave, he reasoned. Tell Carla that the treatment was not for
him. But he would never hear the end of it then. No, best to finish the
treatment, whatever it was, and then have license to complain to Carla if
things didn't go how he thought.
The door opened and another woman walked through. He couldn't see her
clearly, though he could tell she was shorted and stalkier than Brenda
had been. She said nothing, just closed the door and proceeded to walk
over to the bottom of the table. Paul breathed deeply, in and out,
trying to relax even in the presence of this stranger.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to work, working the muscles of
his legs from his feet on up. Paul had to admit her touch felt good.
Her hands felt warm and soft and as she squeezed his muscles, he actually
felt relaxed. When she reached the top of his calf, she stopped for a
moment to open something beside her. Paul continued breathing, in and
out, in and out. Suddenly he felt her hands grab his penis. Warm fluid
flowed from between her fingers as she squeezed and pulled at his cock
until it stood at full attention. Paul gasped at first, feeling the
beginnings of arousal. The warm liquid flowed over his shaft. But as
she continued, the feelings passed and his fully erect penis stood numbly
upright. She reached forward again and with another handful of liquid,
worked now on his scrotum. Paul gasped at first, feeling her fingers
play with his testicles in an uncomfortable manner. But slowly, as she
worked, Paul began to feel arousal coming from his scrotum sack. With
the aid of the warm goo she had slathered him with, her fingers traced
over each of his testicles, pushing them gently before returning to
circle them again. Slowly, over the course of a few minutes, her fingers
seemed to push deeper and deeper into his body. Finally, in a rush of
sensation, her fingers actually pushed into him, breaking through his
scrotum wall. Paul gasped, his nipples painfully erect as her fingers
continued to dive deeper into a crevice he never knew existed. In and
out they moved within him, pulling out and then pushing deeper within.
Molding a canal into the deepest part of his body all the while under the
watchful eye of his completely erect penis.
Then, after her last dive, Paul heard it. A faint humming noise from
beside her. What was that, he thought, just as a rush of sensation
overwhelmed him. A long, vibrating rod began to move deeper within this
strange canal, pushing him into pleasure he never knew existed. Paul
moaned, his back arching upward toward the mysterious object of his
pleasure. Within him he felt a curious heat and pleasure, rising to
levels he had never experienced.
"Oh god..." Paul moaned, his own voice surprising him. He had never been
vocal, but this pleasure had pushed it out of him.
"More...more...more..." he began chanting as the rod continued to push in
and pull out of him. Paul reached up and with one hand began pulling on
his nipples. This caused him even more pleasure, sending him rocketing
upward past anything he had ever experienced. "Oh god... I think...I
think...I'm cumming!!" He screamed in the room. Muscles within this
curious hole grabbed hold of the vibrating rod, keeping it wedged deep
within his body as they began to pulse stronger and stronger pleasure
into him. He squealed, a sound he had never made before before
collapsing on the table, the vibrating rod still wedged deep within him.
He didn't see her go, nor did he witness her pull the rod from within
him. The next thing he realized he was being carefully pulled to sit
upright on the curious table.
"So...how did you enjoy that?" Brenda said with a smile.
Paul sighed. "What was that sensation?"
"Oh just your first," she said. "There's sure to be more stronger than
that one!"
"I've...never...felt that way...before..."
"Of course you haven't dear...now get up. Careful now, you're still
recovering..."
Paul looked down at his body. The engorged nipples still sat on his
chest. Below then he could see his penis, still fully erect standing at
attention.
"Am I still... horny?" he asked.
Brenda giggled. "No. That'll pass in time. It's just an effect of the
whole process."
Paul reached carefully between his legs as gasped. Below his fully erect
penis was...nothing! No balls. No scrotum. No sack of manhood hanging
down. Just a small hole into his body.
"What...happened...to me?"
"Don't worry about a thing, dear," Brenda said. "Now get dressed."
Paul pulled his clothes on beside him, careful not to harm his penis
still standing erect on his crotch. Pulling it upward on his body,
though, he managed to get his clothes on and head out the door where
Carla in the car was waiting for him with a smile.
* * * * * *
"So... how was it," Carla asked for the umpteenth time that night as they
sat propped up in their tent.
"It was fine," Paul replied again.
"Fine...?"
"Carla I told you," Paul said a bit annoyed. "I liked it, okay?"
Carla smiled, settling down next to him. "I know you said that," she
said, "but I want to know HOW much you liked it."
"A lot, okay?" Paul said.
"A lot?"
"Okay, a whole lot. It was the best I've ever felt, okay? Are you happy
now?"
She leaned back. "I hoped you'd say that."
Paul absently scratched chest.
"Are they still bothering you?"
Paul nodded. "Well then...take off your shirt. We're not going anywhere
anyway."
Paul complied, pulling his shirt over his head. On his chest sat two
nipples, twice the size of normal male nipples. The flesh around them
was dark, discolored, in a half-dollar size circle. The nipples
themselves were the size of his pinky finger, round and extended. Carla
brushed them with her hand, illiciting a gasp from Paul.
"What did you do that for?"
"I just wanted to see if they were as sensitive as before."
"They are, okay?"
"Take off your pants," she said with a grin.
"No," Paul said, turning away from her.
"Why? Is it still..."
"Huge... yes."
"Then, come on," she cooed, pulling down her own pants. "I'm in the mood
for some fun."
Paul pulled down his pants. His penis still stood, tall and erect
through his boxer shorts. Its head purple and swollen, its shaft hard as
stone. Paul pulled down his boxers over it, revealing the empty sack
that had once held his family jewels. In the center of the sack, a dark
line split the skin in two, revealing a cavity he hadn't possessed some
twelve hours ago. Paul tried to ignore the line as Carla sat slowly on
his lap. With one hand, she guided his long, hard cock within her own
moist crevice. Then she cooed. "Ooo... Paul... this feels
so...so...good!"
Paul nodded. The numb feeling had not passed from his penis and he felt
nothing as Carla sat down on his lap.
"What's wrong," Carla asked as she began to grind up and down on his
hardness.
"Carla, I don't feel anything."
"You don't?" she said, her eyes beginning to close with the feeling.
"No... Nothing..."
Carla pulled herself up and off of Paul's lap. "Well then," she said,
pushing him down to the ground. "I guess its time for me to take charge
a bit, huh?"
Hovering over him, Carla pressed herself down on Paul's hardness, once
again allowing it to penetrate her snatch. Then, leaning over him, she
began to play with Paul's nipples. Paul gasped in surprise as feeling
rushed through him. Carla smiled. "I see you like that, huh?"
"Uh...huh..." Paul panted.
"Then you won't mind if I continue..." Leaning down, Carla took his
right nipple in her mouth. Paul gasped, pressing up into her mouth as
Carla herself continued to bounce, up and down on his hardness.
Carla released it and smiled. "I sure will miss this," she said in a
whisper.
Paul looked into her eyes. "Please..."
"Please what?" she pressed.
"Please... continue..."
Carla smiled, taking his nipple again in her mouth she gingerly began to
suckle it, surrounding it with her tongue. With her free hand she began
too tenderly teasing the other nipple. Paul began, first to moan, and
then to groan in response to her ministrations. Finally he shrieked,
pulling her face down toward the nipple she had suckled. Carla could
feel a strong pulse coming from below the penis still embedded within
her. She smiled, releasing the nipple from her mouth and sitting,
upright on Paul's crotch. Paul himself lay, almost motionless below her.
His body covered in sweat, but his penis still rock-hard within her.
"Now," she said confidently. "Now it's my turn."
Reaching behind her, her finger found the small hole in the center of
what use to be Paul's scrotum. Gingerly she began to press her finger in
and out, all the while bouncing herself up and down on his hard shaft.
Paul's eyes shot open.
"What are you doing?" he exclaimed.
"Just enjoy it..."
Paul began to moan again, his hips moving in rhythm with Carla's finger.
Carla herself continued to bounce up and down on his shaft, while at the
same time her index finger moved, in and out, of his new hole.
"Oh... yes..." Carla moaned, her eyes closed.
"Oh... god... don't stop..." Paul said, pushing his crotch up into her
finger."
"Oh...Paul...oh... Paul..."
"Carla... Carla... I can't believe... I'm feeling... like this..."
"Oh...Paul... your cock... is so... hard..."
"Carla... I think... I think...I'm... cumming..."
"Me. Too...ahhh..."
The two of them screamed as their bodies acted as one. Carla's vagina
clamped down hard on the rod within her while Paul's hole had reacted so
hard that Carla couldn't pull her fingers away. The two of them began to
pulse, each pulse sending similar feelings through them. They both
continued like that for several minutes until they both collapsed next to
each other, their own bodies drained and exhausted for the exertion of it
all.
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