On an endless road straight to nowhere, an uncommon sight trundled along. It was a large charter bus - rare in the United States, rarer still in the bland and vast expanse of Nevada. Aboard were the thirty-something members of the Undereast Springs High dance team, each and every one of them dazed out of their mind with boredom. The only person that looked remotely lucid was Miss Wilson, the fussy instructor who was once again tapping away at her phone.
 
 
“Excuse me,” she finally spoke up with strained politeness, “are you sure we haven’t missed a turn?”
 
 
The large man at the wheel gave her a sidelong glance and a snort of laughter. “I’m sure, ma’am. There isn’t another road besides this one as far as I’ve got gas.”
 
 
“Really? I’m sorry to bother, but my phone… it’s just that the GPS hasn’t been working very well but when I do get a signal it seems like we’re completely off course.”
 
 
The man shrugged. “Yeah, well, all the fancy new stuff has an awful tendency to quit working the moment you get out of the city. Can’t trust it, ‘specially with that spotty connection.”
 
 
Miss Wilson frowned. It was getting late and she really didn’t want to spend the night in these seats. Neither did her girls, she imagined. Sleeping in the chairs would leave them hellishly sore just a few days before their expo in Las Vegas, too. Not good. Normally she’d dismiss it as a wimpy excuse, but with their funding for next year on the line, anything that could impede their performance was at the forefront of her concerns.
 
 
She watched and fretted as the road stretched on and on, but for the first time in hours she could see something jutting up from the sunset horizon. She squinted as it grew in detail, and then let herself sink into the seat as she saw the sign. “Oasis Desert Resort and Inn.”
 
 
The passengers stirred to life as the bus pulled into the parking lot, some with stiff lethargy and others with near-panicked excitement. Soon enough, they’d gathered their belongings and gathered out in front of the single, large building that made up Oasis. Miss Wilson felt another wave of relief as she looked it over. It looked nice, if a little drab on the outside. With how out of the way they were, she’d begun to worry if the pictures she’d seen online had been faked. The last thing she wanted was to take her girls to some sketchy motel and wake up with thirty students in ice baths missing their kidneys.
 
 
“You must be the group from Colorado?” called a pleasant voice. Miss Wilson found an attractive and professionally dressed brunette approaching them with a smile. “Dancers, no?”
 
 
“That’s us,” Miss Wilson replied. “Was getting worried we wouldn’t make it tonight. My phone’s been acting up and we couldn’t see how close we were.”
 
 
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. This place is rather remote, isn’t it? Well, it does have its upsides.” She gestured upwards, where the violet sky was giving way to the stars, clearer than Miss Wilson had ever seen them in years. “But we’re delighted that you were able to arrive safely, of course. As nice as the evening feels tonight, why don’t you all follow me inside and we can get your rooms sorted out?”
 
 
A dull cheer followed, and the lot went inside. Miss Wilson gasped aloud once she stepped foot inside. The lobby was gorgeous; absolutely pristine marble floors and counters and wooden furniture so polished it shined under the light. So welcoming was the interior of Oasis that it somehow felt warmer than the Nevada summer air. The girls murmured and stared at the luxurious entrance, so perfect and still that it seemed like a painting of twentieth century opulence.
 
 
“As it happens, I wondered if you weren’t having issues with your reception,” the woman spoke after letting them enjoy the moment. “There was a series of cancellations that lined up perfectly with your arrival, and I wanted to know if you were interested in upgrading to our suites - free of charge. That would put two of you in each room. Is that alright?”
 
 
Miss Wilson stared. “I… free? I mean, yes, I’m interested, but is it okay to ask why?”
 
 
The receptionist simply glowed with the same smile she’d shared when she greeted them. “As you’ve likely noticed, there isn’t much around here. Oasis must bring in guests on its own merit, so we pride ourselves on our service. Your pleasure is all we ask for in return.”
 
 
“Well,” Miss Wilson said after a moment, turning back to grin at her students. “How does that sound?”
 
 
A cheer of approval rose up, some voices laced with teenage irreverence and the rest with genuine excitement.
 
 
“Wonderful! Well then, let me get the room cards out…”
 
 
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It took a while to make sure each pair of girls was settled into their own rooms, but eventually Miss Wilson found her way back to her own suite for the night. The door lock chirped happily as she entered the room, noticing the open bags immediately. “Oh,” she said, suddenly feeling the fool. “Hello, Carol.”
 
 
“Hi, Miss Wilson!” replied the mousy black-haired girl with a bashful smile. The teacher bit back a groan. She hadn’t bothered to ask if she would still have a room to herself, but even so, what were the odds that she’d be sharing it with the one girl who was so blatantly nursing a crush on her? They were low. Maybe a little too low.
 
 
“What a day, right?” Carol said with sigh, setting a pamphlet onto the bed and stretching. “This place is amazing. Totally worth the drive.”
 
 
“It’s a shame we’re only here tonight,” Miss Wilson agreed. “I might’ve booked it for tomorrow night too if I’d known how nice it was.”
 
 
“Is it too late now? Or too expensive?”
 
 
She shook her head. “Not too expensive; this place is crazy good for how much we got the original beds for. But I can’t just change how we spend the money the school set aside for us, even if it would save us just one dollar.”
 
 
Carol frowned. “That’s…”
 
 
“Stupid?”
 
 
“I was going to say silly.”
 
 
Miss Wilson snorted. “Well, the big secret of growing up is finding out that adults are a lot sillier than they let on.”
 
 
Carol giggled. “Totally. Hey, um, are you sore from the bus ride? Because, like, massages can be really good for that-”
 
 
The teacher winced, reminded of who she was talking to. “Er, that’s nice of you, but-”
 
 
“Not from me!” Carol hurried to say. She thrusted the pamphlet towards Miss Wilson, her thumb holding it open to a particular page. “They have complimentary massages here until 10:30. I was thinking ‘bout getting one… Would you like to come?”
 
 
“O-oh,” stuttered Miss Wilson, feeling her face redden. “Well, if it comes with the room. Do you know where it is?”
 
 
“Mmhm! I noticed a sign on the way up and that’s why I was looking through this thing in the first place. You good to go now or do you want to, like, unpack?”
 
 
“Not much to unpack,” the woman said with a shrug. “Lead the way?”
 
 
Carol bounced to her feet and opened the door for her, clearly pleased with herself. Miss Wilson felt a little guilty for misjudging her and tried to match her cheerful demeanor as they took the elevator.
 
 
“That’s a lot of floors,” said Carol, impressed at the button panel. There were, in fact, quite a few above and below the lobby. “This place is waaay bigger than I thought it would be.”
 
 
“The pictures didn’t do it justice. They really ought to hire a different photographer to come through here and update their website,” chuckled Miss Wilson. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this.”
 
 
“A little rushed planning?” Carol teased.
 
 
“Maybe a bit, but it wasn’t my fault. Just ‘silly’ faculty members not thinking that the performing arts are worth a dime.”
 
 
“Boomers,” said Carol with a harumph.
 
 
“Come again?”
 
 
“Nothing. Hey, we’re here.”
 
 
The doors opened with a ding and a smooth whirr, and sure enough there was a sign for an in-house masseuse. Carol almost skipped inside, drawing the attention of the staff member at the desk, a pretty Asian girl that was twice the woman Miss Wilson was while having the audacity to look half her age. The dance teacher did a double take at the beauty, wondering briefly where the hell the hotel had sourced its staff.
 
 
“H-hey,” stumbled Carol, visibly affected by the woman’s presence. “We’re, um, here for the free massage? Are you still doing that now? It said on the thing on our room table…”
 
 
“No worries,” the lady said. Her accent was red, white, and blue despite her appearance. “Which of you is going first tonight?”
 
 
“She is,” Carol said before Miss Wilson could even open her mouth.
 
 
“Alright then,” the woman said, gesturing towards the back. “Follow me and we’ll get started. And miss, there’s a remote for the DVD player if you’d like to watch something while you wait.”
 
 
Carol gave her a giddy wave goodbye as the woman led Miss Wilson into the back room. The heady scent of incense came over her with a warm breeze from the corner. Candles were the only lighting, and the walls were covered with art and small sculptures, mostly of nude women. It was tasteful, but it did have a pornographic atmosphere that would’ve worried her if it wasn’t so relaxing. Some string instrument plucked lazily over generic, but soothing woodland ambience.
 
 
“Alright,” the woman said, gathering some unmarked bottles before standing in front of the teacher. “What’s your name, dear?”
 
 
“Dear?” she wondered, a little dazed by the incense. “Molly. And you?”
 
 
“I’m Kiera. It’s nice to meet you, Molly. You must be sore from the drive out here.”
 
 
“A little bit, yeah.”
 
 
“Oh, just a little? This is a bit of an out-of-the-way spot. I’m sure you’re pretty tight right now. Well, the most important part of a good massage is that you are relaxed. Have you practiced being relaxed before?”
 
 
Molly blinked, a little slow on the response. “Uh, yeah. I did some yoga and we did breathing exercises and… stuff.”
 
 
Kiera clapped her hands together. “That’s great! Well, we’ll be using those techniques and some others too, tonight. The pleasure and relief you’ll feel will all stem from the release of that tension and stress, so it’s important that we do everything we can to relax you. Iit seems like the incense is already helping! Now, why don’t you go ahead and take off your clothes.”
 
 
She frowned at that. “Oh… I don’t think- I mean, I’d rather not-”
 
 
“It’s alright,” said Kiera with a reassuring smile. “This is to help you feel relaxed. Taking off your clothes is natural, not embarrassing. Here, I’ll show you.” Kiera undid some hidden buttons on her shirt and pulled it to the side, causing the whole ensemble to fall off her body like a curtain and leaving her entire, sculpted body bare. “See? Doesn’t this look nice?” she said with a mischievous wink and a playful shake of her hips. “Just focus on the feeling of the warm air on your skin and I promise you’ll feel so much better.”
 
 
Molly bit her lip, her cheeks red as she stared unabashedly at the masseuse’s bouncing tits. “Right. Okay,” she said, her voice distant as she lifted her shirt with trembling hands. Surprisingly, the air did feel incredibly pleasant on her bare skin, suffusing her with a pleasant glow. In fact, she suddenly felt a little hot below the waist and hurried to undo her pants without further complaint.
 
 
“Wow,” she gasped, covering her breasts with her arm and her bare crotch with her other hand. “That does feel nice. You’ve got it at the perfect temperature.”
 
 
“Oh, it is great. I love it in here. Plus, I feel so much more at home like this than all wrapped up. You’re gorgeous, by the way. You take great care of yourself.”
 
 
“Thanks,” said Molly, blushing. Compared to her, she felt like an old prune, but Kiera’s praise was clearly genuine. She’d never felt better being complimented by another woman.
 
 
“Of course! Here, sit down here however is most comfortable and we’ll start with those breathing exercises,” Kiera said, adjusting something on the padded table to lower it for her height. Molly hopped on, calling back on her time at the gym to take the right posture.
 
 
“Oh, fantastic! You really know what you’re doing. Let’s start with some ten-count breaths. You can keep time with the koto, by the way. And I’ll join you for this, so we can get relaxed together.”
 
 
Molly nodded and began to concentrate on the feeling of her breath, imagining the air passing through her feet and up through her bosom to her empty mind, then out past her loins and through her fingers and toes again. It was nice, and the room was that special kind of quiet - not dread silence, but no one sound particularly called for her attention. Even the plucking seemed to meander. She inhaled, counting the seconds as she held the breath in her lungs before expelling the air in an equally controlled flow. Beside her she heard the gentle sound of Kiera matching her breathing, and then her thoughts began to slip towards the slope of her breasts and the pink nipples against tan skin, and then on to her student just behind that door, ready to stumble in and catch her in such a state of undress…
 
 
“Hmm. It seems like you’ve still got some tension,” whispered Kiera. “Let’s try this. Turn around and lie down with your face here - there’s a cushion… there, you’ve got it. Your posture and breathing was great, by the way. I just think you’re ready for some advanced methods.”
 
 
The soft “O” around her face was quite comfortable, supporting her neck and letting her breath while lying on her front. “Alright, what-”
 
 
“Shhhh. You need to forget yourself, Molly. Hear the sounds of the river?”
 
 
“Yea-”
 
 
“Shhhh,” Kiera hushed her again, her voice gentle as she patted Molly’s head. “You are not Molly. You are the river. The river does not speak, it only flows. There is air, air floating in the river. Breathe, and let the air empty your mind. Do not focus on breathing, just breathe.”
 
 
Molly breathed, letting the irritation of being told to be quiet ebb with her breathing. The world began to slow once more as she counted the seconds between inhalations, but curiously, as the incense wafted and the ambience seemed to surround her, the seconds began to fade. She felt hands run from her heels up her legs to her shoulders, as smooth and as soft as the cushion she was lying on.
 
 
“You cannot be a river if you are thinking about breathing. Molly thinks. The river flows. Flow, river.”
 
 
The riv- Molly flowed. Her body felt lighter and lighter until she felt like she was floating, yet no sense of vertigo intruded on the sensation. One breath and another seemed to blur until she was not aware of inhaling and exhaling, only of the passage of air through her body.
 
 
“Good,” said Kiera, her strong hands working over her muscles with dextrous pressure. Molly felt herself unwinding under the woman’s touch, greying out the sensation of her muscles until she couldn’t have moved them if she’d wanted to. Her leaden limbs and airy core seemed to blend and contrast, throwing her into turmoil.
 
 
“But air is frothy and raucous. It bubbles and runs rapid, trying to escape instead of flow. Water is pure and obedient. Water flows. Let your water flow, river.”
 
 
Molly the river’s eyes rolled lazily as the allure of letting go overpowered the momentary hesitation of modesty. The towel beneath her grew warm and wet under her legs, warming her as the urine spread like a blanket. Muted pleasure blanketed her as she pissed, like the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm, only there was no up and down, only a deep satisfaction as steady as the stream of urine. Kiera’s hands pressed lightly on her lower abdomen and the result was euphoric. Molly the river moaned gently with fluttering eyelids as her bladder continued to empty itself, and only dimly was she aware of Kiera’s hot breath on her lower lips and the gentle sounds of lapping.
 
 
“Water rinses away the grime and dirt,” Kiera finally continued, pulling away from the fountain. “It carries away whatever is unwanted and polishes what remains. Piss away your worries and concerns. You are not ashamed. You are not frustrated. You have no grudges or fears. You are a river, and you only need to flow.”
 
 
Molly the river felt something tug at her mind and let go of a binding she hadn’t even been aware of. The dam broke, and soon her shouting match with the Maths teacher and the Principal washed away, forgotten. Her deadlines for the recital and guilt for the pressure she’d put on the newer members, all gone. Stress of the mind and body both trickled out of her body and into the towel, leaving her perfectly empty on the bed.
 
 
“Good river,” Kiera whispered, placing her hand between the river’s legs and soaking its crotch with urine. Her oiled fingers found their way inside the river’s pussy, splashing it merrily and moving her digits in slow circles inside the river. “You must be empty so that you can flow. Flowing brings pleasure to a river. The more you are empty, the more you will flow. Empty everything, river.”
 
 
The river moaned and drooled, cumming its brains out on Kiera’s fingers as memories of teaching, of friends and rivals, of good times and bad, all passed through her with the current. Her home, her family, her name followed them, and soon the river joyfully pushed away everything else, too. The river began to moan and roll its hips in perfect time with the hand pleasuring it, uncaring of the sounds it was making because it did not know what caring was. Eventually though, the flow slowed, then it turned to a dripping trickle, and then it stopped altogether. The river did not move, nor cry out. It only breathed, dried up of anything that might have been a person, perfectly relaxed.
 
 
“Here we only know pleasure,” Kiera said softly, removing her hand to lick up the last drops of the woman’s soul from her sodden nethers. “And you will make a fine vessel for pleasure, now that you have emptied yourself.”
 
 
Kiera placed her fingers higher this time, forcing the husk’s back door open. Carefully she pried the opening wider until she could slip her hand inside. It gaped and sucked greedily, drawing her arm deeper and allowing her to squeeze her other hand inside too. Molly’s body gasped in brainless pleasure as Kiera ducked her head inside, wriggling her shoulders and prodigious chest through the woman’s hips. Her own torso was quickly sucked inside and already the sphincter was inching along her own hips, steadily drawing her inside. Pleasantly surprised, Kiera went still, letting her body be consumed by the millimeter. It took far longer that way, but Kiera let her mind drift in relaxation - almost as content as her predator. Almost.
 
 
Eventually her feet slid inside with a wet shlunk and she was sealed within Molly’s body. She shivered as her hand brought her to her own orgasm before wiggling around inside the distended belly. As her own mantras of relaxation and emptiness echoed in her mind, she felt her mind and spirit drift apart and her body expand. Her hands traced up and outwards, her feet arched and slid ever lower. Her back straightened and her neck wriggled, careful as she stretched outwards.
 
 
Molly’s body moaned louder, her eyes white and expression dumb and happy as she felt the hands reach into her arms like a pair of sleeves. Legs slipped into her own and the bulge in her chest rose higher and higher, up between her breasts and into her neck. She felt her limbs begin to move of their own will and the pleasure was indescribable, rising with white-out intensity as Kiera’s head pushed up into her own…
 
 
And then she was gone. Kiera blinked, focusing her eyes on the mirror as her new body shifted and grew in all the right places. Grey hairs lightened to their natural blonde and sagging breasts lifted and grew to pert perfection. Her figure trimmed and hips flared, leaving her an idealized form of Molly’s body in her prime and youth. She didn’t go too far with it though; maturity was appealing and she honestly liked the look. She rubbed her tummy thoughtfully as the Asian minx she’d worn last was quickly digested, going from a massive, distinctly woman-shaped gut to a slightly rounded belly in less than a minute. Really, she looked quite stunning. It was a shame she couldn’t keep the look for longer.
 
 
She grinned slyly and opened the door to the entrance. Carol sat frozen in place, her eyes as wide as a doe’s as Kiera sashayed closer. Across from her, a live feed of the massage room on the TV showed her walking out of the panel as she leaned over the girl.
 
 
“How was the show?” Kiera asked, looking down at the girls conspicuously mussy shirt and undone zipper. She reached her fingers down Carol’s open shorts and drew forth a mewl of fearful pleasure as her fingers touched wetness.
 
 
“There’s my answer, then,” she said with a smirk. “That was incredible, darling. Thank you for bringing me up here.” She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before pulling back and giving her youthful dancer’s body the kind of look a coyote would give to a rabbit. “It felt unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. So passionate. So intimate. Her entirety, filling me so completely. I think I felt more loved there than by any man I’ve slept with.” She traced her thumb fondly over Carol’s cheek, feeling the enraptured girl’s warmth. “I’d like to show you how grateful I am. Are you ready?”
 
 
Carol’s heart fluttered in her chest, confused and frightened, but delighted all the same. She nodded once, wondering if she could get another kiss.
 
 
“Good girl,” Kiera said, leaning forward to taste the soul she’d be dining on and the body she’d get to play with. “Now go lay down on the table.”
 
 
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