"What's the 'Wide Load'?" You ask, ready to try something new and different. Olivia humms and haws, before confessing it's an oil-massage therapy. "Best to be experienced, rather than explained."
As she pulls something from beneath her counter, it takes you a moment to recognise them as clothes. Seeing the concern and contempt mingle on your face, she offers an explanation.
"It's to expose as much skin as possible to the air, to the oil, to the relaxation..."
Swallowing nervously, you accept the bikini. Plucking it up easily between two fingers. Passing through the door, a changing alcove is situated on the left, with the therapy room on the right.
Slipping out of your clothes, you quickly get dressed in the bikini. It's hard to feel more exposed, than when you're naked. But, it achieves the task, with the back of the bikini bottom disappearing out of sight, only it's teasing presence remaining. Demanding to be plucked free, you hope the massage is worth it.
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Almost jumping across the aisle. Feeling exposed and vulnerable, you enter the therapy room without knocking. Thankfully, it's empty... apart from the therapist. She rises with a broad smile on her face, taking your body in with an open appraisal, that makes you glad she's not a man.
Patting the work surface, you hop up onto the table. A hole at one end allowing you to relax fully, without any awkward neck twisting.
A badge on her uniform tells you her name is Alice, and she's a Senior Therapist.
You still flinch, as you feel the chill of the oil splurted onto your back. Quickly your body warms it, as Alice, works it into your muscles. The smell seems to impregnate every surface, and it's pine aroma is mixed with Sandalwood. The faint hint of a variety of flowers raises it from the scent of cleaners into something more like a perfume.
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As her hands wander low, your muscles automatically tense. She gives you a playful -smack-, "Naughty girl, unless you relax, I can't tease the knots out of your muscles."
The hole stops your jaw working properly, and your objection is muffled. You decide not to get up, as it was only playful, and the oils do seem to be working. It does feel odd, as she massages away what feels like a hand print on the spanked cheek. You feel yourself slipping back into a drowsy haze.
- - - - -
The sound of the music ending, wakes you with a start. Alice offers you a hand and invites you to hop back down from her table. You've never felt more relaxed in your entire life... Until you feel the extra bounce in your rump.
Catching your reflection in the mirror, leaves you aghast. You've now got an ass that belongs on a horse!
"I didn't want that!" You shriek, gesturing to your rear, and waving at it's immense size.
"You wanted the 'Wide Load'!" she tells you resolutely.
"But, I didn't know it meant this...." Your hand bangs against it, due to the extra width at your hips. The smack seems to echo around the tiny room, reminding you of her chastening blow. "Just.... Just fix it!" You demand, hopping back up onto the table.
There's a sigh from Alice, but she pumps more oil onto her hands, as you settle back into place. Allowing her to rework your body, to restore it... properly!
Soon, her hands work their magic, and you're limp beneath her caressing fingers. You bite back an objection, as your feel her fingers at your ass once again. But, you clench your teeth against objecting. She can't fix it, if you don't allow her to work.
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Again, you're startled to find you've fallen asleep. Only waking, with a 'I hope you're satisfied now!" delivered sourly by Alice. During your doze, Olivia has apparently joined her.
Hopping back down, it's even worse this time! The mirror showing you that Alice has made things even worse. Her arms folded over her chest daring you to challenge her. Olivia looks unsypathetic too, if more approachable.
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It's beyond equine. The width, the weight impossible to ignore. Your whole centre of balance is different, is wrong. An experimental pace or two, tells you that from now on, you'll have to walk with a bounce and sway in your step. That magnificent, grotesque ass following you everywhere, drawing mens' eyes behind you every step of the way!
"I wanted this fixed!" you plead with Olivia. On the verge of tears. Breath hisses between tightly compressed lips. "Her speciality is adding, not subtracting. You shouldn't have got on a second time..." Her words leave you cold.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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