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The Massage           by: Jack Andrews              jackandrewsis@hotmail.com

 

Part 2

The feelings that were ricocheting around Melissa's orgasming body were no match for the amazing sensations in Patrick's. In the haze of pleasure, he sensed something, well, just not right. With what little actual cognitive ability he had at the moment, he could feel a gentle tug somewhere in his mind that things weren't how they were. The pleasure was too great to comprehend more than that.

Melissa gathered herself from the floor and immediately tweaked Patrick's breasts. It was an unexpected after-effect of the procedure: Patrick could now clearly feel his breasts growing larger, when in fact they weren't.

She walked around to the foot of the table (still a little bit wobbly, mind you) 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 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. Melissa added a thick, heavy white cream over his eyes.

The table stopped 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 a slightly smug, slightly cat-that-swallowed-the-canary look on her face.

She turned the gas back up to its "standard" level and 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.

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 car 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 as her 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 whatever was in there sculpted his face into the face of a beauty. She now had a small, pert upturned nose with full sensuous lips and, somehow, wide eyes. It seemed that the foam even penetrated the skin and bone, because Patrick looked as if he 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.

Melissa 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 wrap them tightly with the plastic wrap. She did the same to his arms. She sprayed, but didn't wrap his cock and balls.

She opened the spout on the device over his midsection and stuck a finger in. She was satisfied with what she felt because she walked around to the head of the table and turned down the gas.

"Patrick, " she said, "it's time to feel what it's like to have more curves."

She went back to the device and gently, but firmed pushed down on the top dials. If Patrick could feel coherently, it would have felt like an anvil was 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 felt as if his waist were caught in a vise. It was a pleasurable sensation to him, although, through the haze of his pleasure world, it did feel rather intense.

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. It wasn't unbearable, but it certainly wasn't pleasurable. This was always the toughest one, she thought.

Melissa screwed the dials in until she knew they were far enough. She began to slowly pull them back, not unlike one takes a cork out of a wine bottle with a corkscrew.

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.

Melissa finished the last set of dials and quickly moved to the head of the table to turn up the gas. Patrick slipped back into his pleasure world.

She removed the device from his midsection to reveal a wonderfully female stomach, hips and waist. His waist has to be whittled or converted or transformed or whatever into a 22 or 24 inch waist. His hips did just the opposite, they had been pulled and Melissa got it right again: wonderful womanly hips. His stomach was as flat as a board and tight as a bed made in the Army.

She was nearing the end of this transformation and wasn't exactly sure how 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 a hose connecting to his mask and ostensibly gave him something from another tank. (This was one hell of a massage room.:) )

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 a 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 we focused on Melissa, not the thousands of new sensations.

She stripped off her 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 (new) eyes.

She was pumping and riding. Patrick was in heaven. His tits were tingling and being played with, but it still wasn't registering 100%. They both were in near-orgasmic bliss. Melissa rode a little faster and finally exploded. She slowly rode it down to point where she could think and immediately reached down below and pushed Patrick's cock and balls straight up into his body. There was no resistance. It was replaced almost immediately with a vagina.

Interestingly enough for Patrick, he had his last male orgasm at the same time as 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 sarcastically.

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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