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Story: Moussage Treatment
🕑 Added 2021-11-30 00:52:58 +0000 UTCPremise: Hours of work have left Deiser's body a monument of pain. Fortunately he's been gifted one coupon for a massage guaranteed to change his life.
Contains: Human male to female mouse TFTG. Mind Alterations.
For Deiser
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No sooner did Deiser step out of his car than dozens of aches flared up for his undeserved attention. The young man had no idea if this was because of his rough work week, a sudden drop in temperature, or his general lack of exercise. Honestly, he couldn’t have cared about the reason. Its painful results were the real issue. Friends could point to any joint on his body and it was in some degree of pain.
Maybe that was why one of them sent a free massage coupon as a Christmas gift. They claimed it was a special promotion on their website, which became very hard to believe. Deiser had no idea such a place existed so close to home, given its near hidden location between a Burger King and Yoga studio. It must see some kind of business, though. Over a dozen people were in the studio, bending in impressive ways to work out their morning routines. He had a short pang of jealousy that they could be so limber and skinny before heading into the shop beside it. Its windows were all blocked by decorative curtains with colored lights intentionally set up to illuminate them. That added a rather charming air of mystery for new customers.
“Welcome!”
A cluster of bells shifted above Deiser when he pushed the door open, but apparently the proprietor didn’t need the hallowed jingling to announce him. Given all the hanging paper lanterns, Asian style statues, and aroma dispersers, he expected to see some majestic robed lady behind the counter. Instead, he got a dark-skinned girl in her low twenties with a Switch in both hands. The furry animal ears poking out of her brown afro were a cute touch, though. They twitched at Deiser almost like they were really listening to him.
“Good morning,” he straightened his glasses, returning the warm smile. Happiness was contagious, and he needed any painkiller available. Just digging out the slip from his pocket hurt a few fingers. “I got a coupon for a free session. Do I need to sign up?”
“Sweet!” The woman dropped her game console in a joyous rush around the counter. It landed a lot harder than Deiser thought one should treat with such devices, but she was already in his face snatching the paper from his surprised grasp. “You got some good timing. My other girl is busy with a client but I’ve had two cancelations today already. Wow! You got a golden voucher?”
“Uh, yeah? It was a Christmas gift actually.” Deiser paused with his eyes locked onto the shorter women’s hair. Getting a closer look at her triangle ears left him mesmerized by the way they twitched about. Only then did he realize there were no normal human ears visible lower down her head.
“Someone must have really liked you to get this, then. I don’t sell them cheap.” Deiser only blinked once, and she was already back behind the counter using a pen to scribble something on his voucher. Her whole body wiggled with energetic glee as she then slipped it into the register before sliding a clipboard towards the tired man. “You’re going to love this. I haven’t done a golden massage treatment in weeks. I just need you to sign here for record purposes and then head to room three when you’re ready. I’ll just need to grab a few things in the back.”
“Sounds great,” Deiser replied. Millions of tiny pins pricked across his arms while he tried to write, weakening his smile. It felt weird to be secret santa’d only one coupon until he saw the prices of normal season on the sign-in sheet. All the more saddening that he couldn’t have saved the voucher for a more special occasion. Still, it sounded like this was going to be just the treatment he needed.
“Nice to meet you, Deiser,” the lady said, reading the sheet upside down across from him. “You can call me Karla. Anyway, be right back. Also, if this is your first time, the more clothes you can remove the better an experience you’ll have.”
Deiser couldn’t help chuckling at that. “Don’t worry. I came prepared for that much.”
He set the pen down and headed through the small hallway while Karla ducked through a curtain behind her counter. Getting lost wouldn’t be a problem with only four doors to choose from. Two were firmly closed with ‘occupied’ signs on them, and the third housed three tanning beds. Process of elimination directed him into the one remaining room with a flat cushioned table surrounded by hanging incense burners and shelves of various tools or sculptures.
“Dang,” he mumbled while stripping. A pair of spandex shorts had been purchased specifically for this visit, but the overweight body wearing it was less than pleasing to show off. “That’s a lot of mismatched decorations. It’s like an assembly line across the middle east.”
“Thanks! I tried to organize them by region.” Karla appeared behind Deiser so suddenly even her soft voice caused him to jump a foot off the floor. Arms cradled out in front of her, holding a wooden bucket full of bottles, brushes, and towels lacking identifying marks. “Sorry. Anyway, I love statues, so I thought I’d put my collection to some use. Everyone associates massages with some kind of eastern theme, but really anyone can get a license for it.”
“And which area are you from?”
Karla gave an amused snort. “New Mexico. You going to lay on the table or what? Face down, please.”
Deiser blushed, following the younger woman’s directions. The cushions were amazingly warm against his bare skin, with a headrest that even had a ring for his face to comfortably rest in. Too bad the view of the tiled floor was not that relaxing.
“Wow, you look tense,” Karla observed in her routine of lighting burners and setting up lotions. The room quickly became filled with the scent of flowers and fresh grass, not unlike a good cup of tea. “Bet you really need a good unwinding.”
“You could say that,” Deiser replied, trying to chuckle. A pained groan came out instead thanks to countless kinks in his shoulders. “The first month is always hectic at my law firm. I’ve been sent running on so many errands I’m sure I ended up doing other people’s work by mistake. Not that they’d complain, or thank me for it.”
“Running a bit of a mouse maze, huh?” Karla’s sly smile revealed a hint of sharpening teeth. Fingernails slinked out into thick black claws as she dimmed the lights. “Hope jazz is okay.”
“I ain’t going to complain either.” Deiser shifted on the table, making Karla freeze in her tracks. He quickly settled back in, letting the ambience of slow piano music relax his thoughts. “These are the times I wish I could just become another person entirely. Forget about life for a weekend and have fun like those curvy senior lawyers do. Those ladies always seem to have the world in their hands.”
“Trust me, we all feel that way sometimes.” Karla’s fanged smile grew, mostly because her nose was pushing out atop her lips into the long bridge of a canine muzzle. Chocolate brown fur washed over the rest of her face, growing quickly over the rest of her skin. “Then this is truly your lucky day, because a golden voucher does everything it can to grant your wishes.”
“Heh! You going to make me some kind of wild party girl for a weekend?”
“If that’s what you like,” she said with a newfound growl to her voice. Clawed furry hands popped a cork off one of the lotion bottles, partially to cover for the large fluffy tail that erupted through a concealed flap in the seat of her pants. It swished about happily across her buttocks while the coyote woman eyed up her current project with hungry, golden eyes. “Just think about your idea of a ‘good time’ while I work my magic and we’ll see what happens.”
Well, that was an easy enough request for Deiser to handle. Not being in complete pain while laying half-naked on this table felt like a great start. At least that much he knew this woman could deliver on. All this talk of becoming a new person and forgetting his worries just appeared weird. Maybe it was some kind of showboating for the voucher price, in which case she needed a lot more revisions.
Still, he wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry, so indulged in the notion. Trying to imagine himself as an entirely different person, unrecognizable to even his friends, did merit a lot of freedom. What if he was a cute, bouncy girl? That’d be a pretty damn cool vacation to remember or forget in some cases. Those hellish chores in the office were waiting on Monday, so why bother thinking about them? If he didn’t even remember himself, that’d be the easiest way to relax.
“AAH HAA!!”
Now getting something cold and sticky splashed against your lower back, that was not a great way to relax. Deiser tried to sit up and see what happened only for Karla to push him back with a smooth stroking motion. The sheer strength behind her arms surprised him, but the thoughts were derailed when her palms dug into his muscles, eliciting a spark of pain followed by a long moan of sensual relief.
“Geez, so tense!” Karla continued her up and down motions along Deiser’s bare back. The poor man twitched about, grunting with her every press into various hard spots. It had been ages since she had a client so rigid from lack of care.
As per usual, though, his body got softer and loose with her continued strokes. The oil she had dumped on oozed into every pore along the way doing its job. Before long, his flesh was like putty in her pawed hands, which made it easier to encourage a fine layer of purple hairs to grow across his back.
Even Deiser was surprised by how much he needed this. In just a few minutes of careful kneading, the pain burning across his back was gone. The pleasant warmth Karla left behind soothed his mind into an ever deeper trace. Idle thoughts of ‘what if’ turned to full on daydreams. He could see himself as a cute girl, and it was awesome.
His right arm rested limply when Karla took his hand next. Using deep calculations, she used her pointer and thumb to pinch at the joints of each finger. There came a little grunt from Deiser each time though not hard enough to break his half-slumbering state. She moved on to rubbing the back and palm, causing another rash of violet hairs to grow out of the skin. Digits popped again without needing contact, dwindling to a thin daintier size. Once Karla worked out the last bit of tight knots, she found herself holding a lady’s hand smaller than her own.
“So, what are your plans for the weekend?” she said with a playful bark. Fingers pushed and pulled along Deiser’s arm, coaxing the fur to slide down his wrist down the rest of its adjoining limb. Fat and bones thinned out in drastic ways, leaving his bicep in a more attractively smoothed state.
“Oh… I m-might stay ho-OOH!” Deiser arched his back against the table in a moan that snapped a few octaves higher. Karla had picked that moment to give his shoulders and neck a well deserved rubbing. Both of which deflated under her strong pressure, making his elbows naturally point inwards with their petite width. “I was t-thinking of staying h-home and playing games with a friend.”
“Wow. Really?” Karla clicked her long tongue to the roof of her muzzle in mock disappointment. She continued along her path from Deiser’s shoulder to his left arm, seducing it with magical finger play until it matched the sleek furriness of his right. “That seems like a waste after going through all this. Why not hit up a bar? You got a whole weekend off. Grab yourself a spunky piece of meat and go to town. I know a few clubs. Heck, we can even go bowling.”
That was a good point, Deiser had to admit. His tiny furred hands curled and relaxed their well-manicured fingers a few times enjoying their lighter refreshed nerves. There was no reason to be afraid of a little flaunting around the office. Hell, why would he even go to the office on a weekend? The beach sounds much nicer, despite it being winter. Maybe with a thin, curvy body he could try that yoga class next door. It’d be easy to catch the eyes of anyone he wanted with a full bouncing chest and ripe butt.
As if Karla could read his thoughts, her next round of treatment took her fingers under the sensitive parts of Deiser’s armpits. She ignored the soft giggles and thrashes of her client’s body while gently pushing out the tension along his sides. It was like his torso’s mass became flowing water to her whims. The large bulge of his middle collapsed into a drastic inward curve with a few passes of her coyote palms. Seconds later, Deiser coughed from the tight pressure, causing his head to rise slightly out of its rest. What little pectorals he had became masked under thick developing mounds, giving them a slight degree of uplift while most of their soft flesh spilled out against his feminine biceps.
“An overworked mouse like you deserves a good time,” Karla cooed, ducking her hands to rub at the sides of Deiser’s sagging gut. It too contracted tightly against the man's abdomen, deflating almost like a balloon until it was just his inflated chest getting squished against the table. Not an ounce of fat could be gained from the fine fur covering his slim belly anymore.
Of course, Karla had to put all that girth somewhere fast.
“Mmh. Mouse?” Deiser was too lost in his delightful dreams to notice the complete warping of his torso. He had no clue why Karla would just randomly call him some animal, but it was already infecting his thoughts. Suddenly the fantasized female version of himself became even better, sporting a long rodent tail, round adorable ears and that signature pronounced front teeth. She had gone from cute to being downright adorable, and it was everything he wanted. “Oof!? Aah! I-isn’t that a little personal for a massage?”
“Just part of the package!” Karla explained while both her hands calmly, and roughly, kneaded the cheeks of Deiser’s behind. While her rocking tug and squish motions snapped hip bones into a position that forced his thighs together, all the excess fat from his midsection poured into the opening space this created. The coyote's tail wagged faster as the gluts pushed her hands wider and wider apart. Her clients’ spandex shorts strained and tightened over the ever puffing shelf of a delicious female backside. It became too much that the waistband slipped down in a sharp jerk, exposing a deep purple crack.
The experience overwhelmed Deiser, silencing any complaints about boundaries. Everything from the neck down felt so good, filled with a pleasant warmth that had his pronounced hips bouncing against Karla’s palms. Things only got better when the coyote reached up to firmly pressed into the top of her spine. She ran it along the length of each vertebrae like squeezing out a tube, massing pleasure that reached its apex when she slammed into the pit above his rump.
“SQUEAAK!” he cried as a long fuzzy tail shot out from his lower back. It collapsed between his legs rapidly flicking between them in his rush of pleasure, unaware of the spinal extension slowly connecting to his brain.
“Now that sounds more like it.” Karla’s own fluffy tail wagged with her enjoyment of these results. The process was nearly done. Her hands alternated between Deiser’s thighs, making them shift and plump in different ways. The space between them quickly filled until they were pressing together, and then she moved to slim out his shins so they led into the cutest dainty mouse feet. “You got the world at your feet. Forget about any problems and cut loose while you can.”
“Y-yeah? Yeah!” Deiser parroted, his voice a fraction of its masculine self. Granted the lack of a certain bulge beneath that fat furred butt left pronouns in question. “Forget all about being some loser for a few days. Those office jocks can suck it. In fact, you couldn’t pay me to suck them. I’m going to pick up some slamming guys that deserve a good time.”
“Great plan! Now hold still.”
Before Deiser could ask, Karla’s hands clenched into the sides of his skull. The entire world, no, his concept of reality felt warped with her presses and strokes. Padded fingertips seemed to massage straight through his skull, shifting the grey mass of his brains with careful strokes of her claws. His nose popped, twitching as it stretched away from his face. Teeth itched from excess calcium, causing them to grow, especially his upper front pair. Each time Karla pulled back her hands seemed to run through more and more amounts of hair, allowing large rounded ears to flick about in their new position far at the top of Deiser’s head.
“And that should do it!” Karla chimed with a brief glance at her wall clock. “Another successful massage in thirty minutes. Don’t feel in a hurry to leave, sweetie. You had a lot of tension to work out.”
A little squeak came from the purple furry creature laying on Karla’s couch. Gone was the human man that had stepped into the room earlier, replaced by a body much shorter yet way thicker in all the right places. Slowly, its elegant arms and legs moved, rotating her into a sitting position that caused a hefty pair of breasts to bounce and swing from her chest. Epic amounts of plush in her butt gave a natural rise like a personal pillow. Pressure of her own short body caused the waistband of her spandex shorts to slide even further, leaving only the long locks of her brighter lilac hair to cover its exposed crack.
“Ugh!” Feeling the gust of conditioned air across her naked butt fur, the mouse wrinkled her whiskers in annoyance. She tried to pull the shorts back up to her tiny waist with some awkward shifting and failed miserably. Her bodacious hips were just too much for the inferior elastic to reach around. “How did I ever think coming in this was a good idea? I’m sorry if I ended up mooning you for the entire session.”
Karla shrugged, being busy washing the oil out of her hand paws with a towel. “I don’t mind, Deiser. You do have one of the nicest rears I’ve ever seen.”
“I said my name’s Sedire, you weirdo, but thanks.” the mouse giggled, stretching both hands towards the ceiling with a pleasant squeak. It was only after the fact she realized this thrusted her rack eagerly at the happy coyote. “Ugh! Where are my clothes? It’s chilly in here.”
“Right by the door,” Karla answered, despite knowing the question had been rhetorical. Ears dropped slightly when she watched the mouse hop off the table and nearly topple over. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Never better! Just… man! You really loosened all the stress out of me. I’ve never felt this fluid before.” Sedire reached her clothes in several clumsy steps, almost as if she was unused to the hard sway of her hips. “I’m ready to forget about everything and just take over the world.”
“Well, you’re halfway there, ironically.”
“What?”
“Nothing! Feel free to take a card on your way out if you like. I’m always eager to have returning clients.”
“You may just have one,” Sedire yawned before slipping her white crop top back on. It was one of her favorites, sized just right, so there was just as much boob pushing out the neckline as there was spilling under the hem. A mini-jacket helped make sure her slim midriff was visible at all times, which went well with her black sneakers. “For now, I can’t wait to get swinging around a man’s arms. Maybe a few girls too.”
“Go get’m champ,” Karla shouted after the departing mouse.
Sedire could have sworn there was a bit of echoing laughter tickling her satellite rodent ears. She was just too energized from the massage to really care about it. That clever coyote must have fused lightning into her curves. It was hard to stand still without bouncing in place.
“Hmmmm.”
She had started for her car but had glanced back to burn the shop’s name into her memory. That was how the mouse caught sight of the yoga gym next door and the class of human and anthros setting out mats in preparation for a session. With a moment longer considering the options, she slipped car keys back into her jacket pocket and moved towards its open door. Her ropy tail curled into the air with devious glee.
“Hope I can get a spot up front. I wouldn’t want anyone to miss how flexible I can be.”
