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Massage of His Life
by Jack Andrews
Patrick finished his long day of skiing. He was sore from all of the
runs and headed to the spa club to soak in the hot tub. Just as he went
to get into the tub, he noticed an amazing looking woman over by the
club desk. They caught eyes and she smiled back at him.
Patrick stepped gingerly into the steaming hot tub and began to soothe
his tired muscles. The woman wandered over to where Patrick was in the
hot tub knelt down besides a surprised Patrick.
"Hi there. I'm Melissa."
"I'm Patrick. Nice to meet you."
"You looked like you weren't moving too well getting in here."
"Yeah," he laughed, "I took some pretty nasty spills today."
"That's why I came over, I'm the massage therapist here and was
wondering if you'd like one - I have an opening."
"Great. A house call of sorts. Do you always come after your clients?"
"Very funny. I've been up here all day with no clients, I'm pretty damn
bored and you looked like you could use a massage."
"Let me dry off and..."
"Head over to the desk and go down the corridor. I'll be in room A."
"Great. I've always wanted to be a cure for boredom."
Melissa smiled and headed back to the desk.
Patrick wasn't a loser, nor was he a slouch with women, but this was
very strange. Someone as attractive as Melissa had never approached him.
Even if it was just for a massage. He toweled off and headed down to
room A.
He opened the door and wasn't prepared for what he saw. Melissa somehow
looked doubly attractive. He couldn't really explain it. She was wearing
a simple t-shirt and shorts, nothing really out of the ordinary, but it
accentuated her figure. Melissa was a striking brunette who almost
matched Patrick's six foot height. He didn't check her out by staring,
but she looked like she had a 34C-25-35 figure. He was at loss for
words, since now he *was* staring.
"Like what you see?" Melissa said coyly.
Patrick smiled and sheepishly apologized, "Sorry. I couldn't help
myself. I'm sure you know you're beautiful..."
"Thank you very much," she smiled. "Ready for the massage of your life?"
"Sure am."
"I'm going to step out for a sec. You've had massages before, right?"
"Quite a few. I know the drill."
"Oooh, a veteran. I like that. I do things a little differently. Lie on
your back first."
"I'm in your hands."
Patrick took off his clothes and slid between the sheets just as
instructed.
There was knock at the door and Patrick said to come in. Melissa no
longer wore the shirt and shorts: She was clad in a leave-nothing-to-
the-imagination white catsuit. It was so form fitting, Patrick could
make out the design on her bra and panties.
Patrick just stared.
With a twinkle in her eye, Melissa said, "I like to wear this during
massages with my male clients: it gets their blood flowing. How do you
feel about aromatherapy?"
"Never had it."
"I put a mask over your nose with a soothing scent. It helps to
completely relax you...makes the massage even better."
"Bring it on," Patrick said with a smile.
Melissa walked around to the head of the massage table, behind where
Patrick was laying. She flipped a lever and a small machine rolled out
from behind a partition. It looked like a nitrous tank that you'd see in
a dentist's office.
Melissa grabbed the mask and strapped it to Patrick's face. Melissa
started the flow.
"Here it comes. Breathe deeply Patrick. You will feel very relaxed, very
quickly."
Patrick took his first deep breath and noticed the fruity scent. It
seemed relaxing at first, and as he started his second breath, it felt
like all of the stress and tension was literally pushed down through and
out of his body. Everything felt so heavy and relaxed. It felt so good.
Melissa looked down at Patrick. She began to stroke his hair.
"Doesn't it feel wonderful?"
Patrick wanted to answer, but couldn't really figure out how to form the
words.
A large smile drifted across Melissa's face.
"Yes, that's right, Patrick." Her voice seemed to linger on his name.
You probably can't speak right now... just keep breathing deeply and
listening to what I say."
She knelt down near to his ear and whispered sensuously, "Breathe deeper
and let yourself float. Not that you'd want to you anything
else...Breathe."
Patrick's thoughts were very scattered. All he could concentrate on was
breathing and how beautiful Melissa is. He felt like her eyes were
consuming him. She walked around to the foot of the table, and unlike
your standard massage, Melissa pulled the sheets off Patrick and then
began the massage.
"Keep breathing Patrick. Deep breath in and sloooowly exhale."
She reached into a seemingly hidden compartment in the counter near the
foot of the massage table. A small cart came out and on it were various
bottles of gels and lotions.
Melissa picked up one of the bottles with a sprayer on it and another
with a squirt top. She sprayed a fine mist all over Patrick's body that
seemed to make his skin glow. Patrick felt like his skin was being
bathed in the finest and softest caress ever to have existed. His sense
of touch had been greatly enhanced.
When she got to his head, she leaned down again to whisper to him. "How
do you feel?"
Patrick sighed the sigh of someone who was experiencing a great deal of
pleasure. Melissa smiled broadly.
She took the squirt top bottle and squeezed a light blue gel into her
hand. She began to apply it to Patrick's face, working carefully under
the mask. From temple to temple, over and in each ear... she slathered
it on his closed eyes... everywhere.
"Patrick, I need you to concentrate on your face now. Feel the gel as it
binds to your skin. Feel it changing your skin, making it softer and
softer... softer and softer... lighter and more delicate. It feels
wonderful. Concentrate."
Patrick didn't know what was going on, but his mind heard every word
that Goddess Melissa said. He had just felt like his entire body had
been caressed to a point of bliss, when Melissa's wonderful voice told
him to focus on his face. There was a cool, heavy wet feeling all over
his face. He wanted to open his eyes or raise a hand to feel what was on
it, but those thoughts were way too complex to break through the intense
pleasure he was feeling now.
Melissa continued to apply the gel to his face as Patrick began to feel
his face... change. He couldn't put connect the thoughts, but through
the pleasure he could tell things were different. His skin felt
different. He actually felt a luster on it. The feeling seemed to
permeate through into his skull. The pleasure was so intense that he
wasn't sure, but it felt more than just skin deep.
Melissa put that bottle away and sprayed him again. He had almost no
body hair left, but Patrick didn't know that.
"Patrick, concentrate on the most prominent thing you feel."
She took a sprayer filled only with water and sprayed it on his nipples.
And his cock. From the outside, it looked like he was having a seizure.
On the inside, his brain almost melted. It felt like Melissa applied
bottled pleasure to those areas.
Melissa continued applying the gel to his entire body, making Patrick
look like a mannequin covered in blue gel. She went back to the cart and
replaced that bottle while picking up another.
She leaned over and whispered, "Concentrate, Patrick. Enjoy the
pleasure."
This one had some pinkish gel in it which Melissa squirt in her hand and
began to rub it on Patrick's chest, concentrating on his nipples.
Patrick immediately began to feel the pleasure from his nipples out pace
all of the other pleasure in and on his entire hypersensitized body. He
felt like he was receiving a blowjob on each nipple, except it felt
better than any blowjob he ever got on his cock. In reality, Melissa was
kneading and stimulating his nipples to massage the pink gel in, while
coaxing his not-yet-formed breasts out.
Melissa continued the local massage of his chest. She was doing a good
job since he was already and decent A cup. She continued the kneading,
when she reached back for a metal container of what looked like talcum
powder. She sprinkled it over his A cups and continued the massage.
The rest of his body was hard at work under the direction of the blue
gel. The muscles in his calves and thigh had already rearranged
themselves in accordance with the bones of his legs. His feet, once a
size 12, were now a dainty women's 6. They were as adorable as a pair of
feet could be.
Another bottle from the cart, Melissa had a green gel that she applied
copiously to Patrick's stomach, waist and hips. She rubbed in the gel
with the grace of a pastry chef. She glanced up to look at his breasts
and realized it was time. She really did enjoy this part, even if it was
a wee bit cruel.
She reached under the table and grabbed a strap (no, this was NOT your
every day massage table). She strapped down his legs and his upper
thighs. Moving around the table, she carefully strapped down his waist -
being very careful to position the strap right on his hips - his arms
were next, and she even had one going across the very top of his chest.
She made her way to the head of the table where she secured his head.
With that, she slowly turned down the gas.
Patrick's euphoria began to slip away like soap in a shower. Strange
sensations began to register from all points.
"I just need to turn it down a drop, but don't worry, we're not even
close to being finished," she said as she stood where he could see her.
She gently pressed on his new chest.
Patrick tried to speak, but nothing came out. His face felt like Silly
Putty, his legs felt like sticks of molded clay and there was something
odd about his hips, waist & stomach. He was definitely not at full
mental capacity, that's why his new A cups only registered as tightness
and pressure in his chest.
Melissa watched the expressions on his face while he was struggling with
what he was feeling. She didn't know why she got such a thrill at this
part.
With that, she pressed on his breasts again and said, "Patrick," while
looking right at his eyes, "how do you like your new breasts?"
The look of confusion on his face was nearly enough to make her cum.
Melissa did feel a serious wave of pleasure run through /her/ body.
At that moment, for Patrick, it felt like two giant plungers were trying
to be pushed through an unbelievably thick piece of rubber. Patrick felt
his nipples suddenly got relocated. They seemed to be further away from
his body. There was a considerable amount of pain with the skin moving
so rapidly, but the intense pleasure mostly nullified the pain. It had
to be done rapidly to insure the best looking transformation. For
Patrick, it felt as if two containers of something simply pushed out of
his chest. His chest felt heavier than he could ever have remembered it.
Nothing made sense to him.
Melissa stuck her finger in her mouth to moisten it. She had her other
hand on the gas valve.
With one hand on the gas valve, Melissa stuck a finger from her other
hand into her mouth to moisten it. She looked intensely into Patrick's
eyes and without breaking eye contact Patrick, she cupped his right
breast and wet his nipple with that finger. As expected, Patrick took a
very sharp deep breath in response to the intense feeling of pleasure
that his new nipple communicated to his brain. Melissa was rather
confident this would happen and turned the gas back on just as he took
that breath. His mind once again clouded over with euphoria, sending him
back to super pleasure land -- but his new C cups weren't going
anywhere.
Melissa was so turned on that she slid off of him and awkwardly got onto
the floor. She couldn't help herself and jilled her clit right through
her catsuit. The orgasm she had was so intense, she saw stars. Melissa
has a huge smile on her face, part from the amazing orgasm and part
because she knew she wasn't done with Patrick by a long shot. This was
definitely a good cure for boredom.
--
As intense as the feelings that were ricocheting around Melissa's
orgasming body were, they were no match for the amazing sensations in
Patrick's. In the haze of pleasure, he sensed something just not right.
With what little cognitive ability he had at the moment, he could feel a
gentle tug somewhere in his mind that things weren't how they were when
he got on this table. The pleasure was too great to comprehend more than
that.
Melissa gathered herself from the floor and immediately tweaked
Patrick's breasts. Melissa knew that just about each touch of his
breasts would make it seem to Patrick that his breasts were growing even
larger, when they actually weren't.
She carefully walked around to the foot of the table and pulled out what
looked like two steps. She raised their positions to be exactly under
where Patrick's feet were. She added a strap to his ankles and reached
to the cart for yet another bottle and a plastic bag. Around to the head
of the table, Melissa pulled some of the mask's tubing out from an
unseen compartment. She added another strap just above his luscious new
C cups.
Preparations in order, she hit a foot pedal under the mask and the table
began to swivel. Patrick's feet began to head towards the floor and his
head began to rise up. Melissa edged the gas down slightly so he would
get very disoriented and feel gravity on his new tits for the first
time. She also changed the mixture of the gas to add some straight
oxygen for the next face. She checked that the mask was sealed tightly
to his and once satisfied that it was, she added a thick, heavy white
cream over his eyes.
The table stopped rotating upwards and Melissa took the plastic bag and
placed it completely over Patrick's head, right down to his neck. She
secured it and began to empty the contents of the bottle into the bag
from the opening on the top. The contents began to foam violently and
completed what she'd already begun. She had an aroused and slightly
smug, cat-that-swallowed-the-canary look on her face. Her nipples were
plainly visibly through her catsuit.
She kept the oxygen flowing high and also raised the gas level back to
where it had been earlier. Patrick couldn't feel what was going on under
the bag, nor would he feel what she was about to do to his hips and
waist. Each breath simply felt like pleasure to him.
Melissa grabbed a contraption from the under side of the cart and placed
it over his gel-covered hips, waist and stomach. It looked like a
torture device, and well, kind of was. She pulled his body away from the
upright table and secured the back of the device. A few adjustments to
make sure it all lined up correctly... Melissa began to spin some dials.
One on each side at the top of the device seemed to line up with his
waist. A second set of dials under those looked as if they aligned with
his hips. Two additional dials on top were poised on top of his stomach.
Melissa engaged the first set of dials with a pushing motion on both
sides. Next were the levers on top, again with a pushing motion. The
lower set of dials she carefully pushed in, but finally pulled out.
She checked on the bag over his head and was satisfied with the
progress. Patrick was still ensconced in a world of pleasure. Another
bottle from the cart produced a thick gray gel. She opened a spout in
the device and emptied the entire gallon into the area between Patrick
and the device.
She was feeling the fever she got while doing this and was desperately
fighting off the urge to jam her hands between her legs again. Time was
now of the essence.
Back to the head of the table, she pulled the bag off of his head to see
a full mane of deep brown hair spill out. "Rogaine, eat your heart out,"
she thought to herself. She grabbed a sponge and wiped away the residue
from his face. His face would not really be accurate anymore, it was HER
face now. The foaming action of her ingredients had sculpted his face
into the face of a beauty. She now had a small, pert upturned nose with
full sensuous lips and eyes that appeared much larger than before. It
seemed that the foam even penetrated the skin and bone, because Patrick
now had high cheekbones and a rounded jaw. Even his Adam's apple was
gone. Patrick now looked, completely from the neck up, like a beautiful
woman. Melissa re-engaged the table and lowered it back to its
horizontal position. She cleaned up the bag and the foam and retreated
to the cart once again. She grabbed a spray bottle and some plastic
wrap. She proceeded to spray his legs - all the way up to his crotch -
and immediately wrapped them tightly with the plastic wrap. She did the
same to his arms. She sprayed, but didn't wrap his very aroused cock and
balls.
She opened the spout on the device over his mid-section and stuck a
finger in. She was satisfied with what she felt because she walked
around to the head of the table and adjusted the flow to his mask.
"Patrick, " she said, "it's time to feel what it's like to have curves."
She went back to the device and gently, but firmed pushed down on the
top dials. If Patrick could have felt this being stone cold sober, it
would have felt as if an anvil were compressing him. Instead, he felt a
heavy pleasure that seemed to be making his stomach tighter. Melissa
grabbed the top two dials on both sides and applied the same type of
pressure. Patrick only felt firm pleasure, when he should have felt like
he was being cut in half.
She finally grabbed the third set of dials and jammed each one hard into
Patrick. His body jumped and for the first time, he could feel actual
pain. He moaned for a moment, but then quickly got lost once again in
the haze. The pain wasn't unbearable, but it certainly wasn't
pleasurable. This was always the toughest one, she thought. Melissa
screwed the dials in until they read that they were securely deeply
enough. She began to slowly pull them back, like a corkscrew pulling a
cork out of a wine bottle.
Patrick could clearly feel his hips being pulled. It did not feel good
at all. The pain was bringing him out of the pleasure world. He was
registering a slew of new sensations, but unsure what to make of them.
There was a muted scream and Melissa quickly finished the last set of
dials and moved to the head of the table to turn the gas back up.
Patrick's scream of pain slid into a moan of pleasure. She removed the
device from his mid-section to reveal a wonderful female tummy, flared
hips and small waist. His waist could not have been larger than 24
inches while his hips did just the opposite: they'd been pulled out into
wonderful womanly hips. His tummy was as flat as a board and tight as a
bed made in the Army. She was nearing the end of this transformation and
knew exactly how she wanted to end it.
Melissa went around the table removing the plastic wrap from Patrick's
limbs. The gel and the heat converted his extremities into perfectly
womanly ones. Muscle had been redistributed to make the limbs completely
fit his new body. She was so hot now. This was such a great thrill for
the sadistic masseuse. She changed the hose connecting to his mask to
another tank.
His eyes fluttered open. His consciousness was just under the surface,
but he was more awake now than he'd been since it all started. It was
just what she wanted. She kicked the table into an upright 20-degree
angle and locked it.
She walked around to the foot of the table and proceeded to shed her
white catsuit. Patrick was lucid now but couldn't move. His thoughts
were coming at a mile a minute, and predictably he focused on Melissa's
hot body, not yet the thousands of new sensations his body was
producing.
She stripped off her flower-patterned satin push-up bra and matching
thong, reached over to the cart and grabbed a jar. She took that spray
bottle and sprayed his cock and balls again. She placed two fingers in
the jar and proceeded to fondle herself with those fingers.
Melissa climbed on top of a very wide-eyed Patrick. She began to fuck
him hard. There was no real reason to apply the final catalyst this way,
but something about the second part (the part that she applied) made her
come violently. She didn't want to miss that. Or the look in Patrick's
eyes.
She was pumping and riding. Patrick was as confused as he was in
euphoria. His tits were tingling and being played with, but it still
wasn't registering completely. They both were in near-orgasmic bliss.
Melissa rode a little faster and finally exploded with a long scream. As
soon as she caught her breath, she got off of him and reached down below
to grab his cock and balls. She pushed his hard cock straight up into
his body and cupped his balls inside as well. There was no resistance,
only a crazy-sounding cry of ecstasy. Melissa watched his crotch and
marvelled how labia and a vagina formed within moments of her deed.
Patrick's cry continued for some time. His last male orgasm melted into
her first female orgasm. It was mind-numbing.
Melissa never looked away from her eyes. At that very instant she
pushed, she could see what could only be called anticipatory terror in
Patrick's eyes. She got off her and toweled herself off. She grabbed a
robe from the wall and walked around to the front of the table where she
took the mask off her face. She turned the tank off as well.
Patrick's eyes fluttered open and she regained lucidity for the first
time. She saw Melissa's smiling face looking into her eyes.
"Something wrong?" Melissa asked thoughtfully.
Patrick had no response. Melissa reached around and gently cupped her
breasts and kissed her firmly on the lips.
Patrick, who's name was really inappropriate now, had a frightened look
on her face as she realized the new and missing sensations. Then she
started to scream. Melissa just smiled her wicked little smile and
kissed her to shut her up.
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