Insomnia is my least favorite

Posted by marloweny 3 years ago

 

Laying awake, staring at the wall, waiting for sleep. Decided to do this instead.

Start 1:58 am

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"Now just relax," she said to her customer, though the words really should have been to herself.

This was her first solo massage, which normally wouldn't be so harrowing, except this was the massage parlor who had made waves a few years ago by introducing, "The Special," a massage type that used a proprietary oil that allowed bodies to be made malleable in any number of ways. She cast a nervous glance at "The VIP suite," which was what they called the display shelf that showed the various sculpted clients at some stage of their thirty day stay in some compressed shape or another. Most were vaguely phallic. Whether they were men or women, a nice dildo shape helped the massage therapists finish up the massage, since they only hired women to administer the special. (Marketing had come up with that idea.)

All she had to do was focus. Just do the massage. Don't make any mistakes. She squirted some of the oil on her hands and started to glide them up and down the body of her lovely client. It was an older woman whom the years had been kind to. She had dusky skin and a toned physique, though as the client purred and murmured through the early stages of the massage, the masseuse couldn't help but notice there were streaks of lighter complexion forming on her legs, on the small of her back, and around her shoulder blades... Come to think of it, the lighter streaks were showing up everywhere her hands were massaging.

When she tried to lift her hands away, and found them sunk about a half inch into the smooth skin of her client, she huffed an exasperated breath and recalled the crucial step when using "The Special" oil. Wear gloves. She weighed her alternatives. She could call for help, but as far as she knew once "The Special" started, the effects lasted about 30 days regardless. There was very little likelihood she would be getting out of this without getting fired... But perhaps she could delay the inevitable.

She climbed up onto the table, carefully straddling the client. With a few careful shifts, she pressed one knee on the back of one of the clients knees, then the other knee on the other. Her weight slowly eased her own legs down into those of her client, enfolding and blending their bodies like half-melted wax. She felt the twitch and tug of the client's muscles, but the woman was so relaxed, and so thoroughly enjoying herself that she didn't realize she was losing direct control of her legs. The masseuse glided her hands down along the woman's, leaning forward until her belly and breasts pressed against the woman's as well. Her tender flesh sunk into her like quicksand. Gradually she felt all but her head and shoulders drift into the warm, silky embrace of the older woman's flesh. When she'd gotten enough of herself mixed with the woman, she coaxed their combined arms and legs to roll them to their side. The change in position was enough to start bringing the client around, but the masseuse acted fast. While she still had control of the woman's arms, she reached them up and pressed them hard on the woman's head. It sunk down, mashing like clay into her own shoulders. The masseuse then flopped to her back on the table and quickly started sculpting the now disoriented woman deeper and smoother until she'd teased the two bodies smoothly into one, with her own head as the only bit that wasn't combined or altered. The combination of sensations was distracting in a wonderful way, as she felt everything the client felt as well as herself, but she tried to ignore it as she sculpted and flattened the extra flesh. Two women combined into one body made for a VERY curvy figure. She was tempted to keep it, but it would raise too many questions. She stroked and pressed and sculpted her body, tightening and mashing and compressing it until she had herself roughly looking as she did before, albeit with a more tanned complexion.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I promise I'll take good care of you until this wears off. I just can't lose this job right now."

She felt an odd twitch and a swell of arousal that suggested her client wasn't entirely dissatisfied with the arrangement.

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End 2:31 am