(Chapter originally created by Hectic)
Rio smiled as she saw you unsquished next to her thigh, albeit panting a bit due to the all out sprint that you had to perform to escape her plummeting ass. Even though in her opinion you should be in much better cardio shape than that, she was nonetheless content to see that you were at least capable of taking care of yourself to some extent.
At that moment, the door to your mom’s personal changing room swung open and she strolled out excitedly towards you two. You took one look at her and rolled your eyes. If Rio’s towel barely fit her, then Lauren’s was even worse for wear. She clutched at the fabric, trying her best to keep it from falling off entirely. Luckily this time she actually spotted you, as she flashed you a kind smile before looking back up at Rio.
The two giantesses struck up conversation for a moment, mainly discussing their excitement for the upcoming massages. Rio was in desperate need of some stress relief after a series of especially tough workouts that week, and while Lauren didn’t have quite the same level of reason, she was just as excited. After a few minutes, the same employee who checked the women in knocked and entered the changing room.
“Hi ladies, I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is that your massage rooms are all prepped and ready for you!” She said while approaching your mom and girlfriend’s mom before continuing, “But the bad news is that none of our tiny-masseuses are available right now, unfortunately. If you want you can leave him with me and collect him after your massages are done! Or if not you are more than welcome to bring him into the room with you if you are comfortable with that!”
You furrowed your brow in annoyance at the girl’s words. She didn’t even consider asking you what you actually wanted to do.
“Oh no! Well he can wait in my room with me during my massage! We’ll try to schedule one for him later on!” Lauren said warmly in response to the young woman.
“Alright then!” the young lady bounced back, “Then if you two would please follow me then we can get started!” Before you could even voice your opinion on the entire situation, Lauren quickly reached down and grabbed you in her fist just barely too tightly, squishing you a bit. The three women then walked out of the changing room and down a brief hallway, lit with warm, dim lights. There even were two waterways at the edges of the walkway, gently babbling to create a scene of utter tranquility. Both Lauren and even Rio couldn’t hide their excitement as the wonders of the resort wooed them.
“Miss Fuertes, you can head in this door on the left. And Miss Jacobs you can head into the right! I hope you guys enjoy!” Lauren and Rio walked into their rooms, tuning around briefly to show each other an enthusiastic thumbs up. Rio noticed immediately your slightly crushed body sticking to Lauren’s thumb and smirked, even though deep down she hoped that you would be able to unstick yourself soon.
Lauren walked into the dark room as a faint smell of eucalyptus incense hit her nostrils. She sighed contentedly as she felt herself relaxing already. She then walked towards the padded massage table in the middle of the room. Next to it was a small wooden tray that was attached to the side of the table. On the tray there seemed to sit a variety of oils and tools that could be used for the massage.
You finally managed to rip your slightly squished face off of Lauren’s thumb for a moment to appreciate the room as well. As you shook the sense back into yourself, you tried to look on the bright side of the situation. Even though you wouldn’t get your massage, maybe you could at least take a nap in the relaxing room. Lauren held you over the wooden tray and dropped you onto it. You landed dangerously close to a shallow bowl of oil and gulped as you felt its radiating heat even through the ceramic walls. Looking behind you, you noticed a variety of other tools intended to get at knots in muscle.
Lauren then pulled back the sheet on the bed, and at the same time dropped the towel that had been desperately struggling to stay up until that point. You spun around as quickly as possible and shut your eyes. Your mother’s brazen, carefree attitude towards exposing herself to others, even you, was a constant source of stress and annoyance for you. You then heard her slide into the sheet, as her sizable weight shook the entire massage table a bit, causing you to fall on your ass. Facing your fears, you turned around and saw that thankfully she had at least placed the top sheet over her body as she laid down face first. However, nonetheless the thin white sheet clung to the mountain of ass that jutted out from behind her and you groaned anyway. She turned her head to the side and locked eyes with you.
“Sorry we couldn’t find you a massage, sweetie. I promise we will get you one somehow before we leave!”
“Thanks, mom. It’s fine though. You two had this booked already, I shouldn’t have expected to just walk in and get an appointment.” You responded a bit disappointedly, which Lauren evidently noticed. Even though the past two years had seen a dramatic rise in her airheadedness, she was still your mom at the end of the day, and could (mostly) tell when you were bummed out.
Just then the door clicked open and a woman who seemed to be a few years older than you walked into the room smiling. Lauren turned and shoved her face into the pillow in preparation.
“Alright then Miss Jacobs! I hope you are feeling the stress melt away already thanks to our aroma therapy, and now the massage can beg-- Oh! Hello there!” She said when her eyes scanned over your tiny body sitting next to all of her massage tools. “I had you scheduled for a regular massage, miss, but it looks like it should be a Tiny and Me Massage, instead. Is that correct?”
The hair on the back of your neck stood up in an instant. Something didn’t sound right about this. And you cleared your throat to respond, but even Lauren’s relaxed voice easily overpowered yours.
“Uhhhh yes! That is exactly right. Tiny and Me Massage for me and my son.” She said confidently. In her head she thought she must be the best mom ever. In her mind her quick thinking had just secured a massage for both of you for the price of one.
“With your son, even! Wow what a lovely child you have to do this with you! Typically we have a male staff member assigned for this particular treatment, but for some reason they all keep quitting. It’s incredible that your son would volunteer for it!” the masseuse added.
“Whaaat! Those tiny guys got to get free massages for their job and they all keep quitting? Sounds pretty dumb to me.” Lauren said with a giggle.
“I like the way you put it, miss. Now if you wish we can begin.” The masseuse concluded with a smile.
“Let’s do it, then. I’ve been looking forward to this for days!” Lauren practically moaned with anticipation.
Without another word, the masseuse reached her hand for you quickly and grabbed you. You didn’t even have a moment to register the situation before her other hand clapped together and utterly flattened your body. You then felt her well-trained fingers begin to yank and pull at your squished form until you must have looked like some sort of small rectangle. Disoriented, you couldn’t prepare yourself for what was to come. You then felt your flattened body freefall for a moment.
Splash. Your body began sinking into a thick, overwhelmingly hot liquid. It wasn’t so hot that you felt yourself at risk of burning (even though you were fairly sure that tiny bodies couldn’t burn anyway) but it was absolutely uncomfortable. The masseuse then fished you out and walked around the table. She flipped up the sheet and exposed your mom’s rather large left foot and leg. The trained masseuse wasted no time, priding herself in delivering the best possible experience for her customers in the limited time that she had. So that moment she slammed your flattened, rag-like body into the sole of your mom’s foot. The warm oil that practically saturated your body flowed out onto her rough, worn soles, causing her to immediately sigh with relief. The masseuse then began to smear your body firmly into the sole, effectively massaging your mom’s feet through you.
Sadly, while you transferred oil onto Lauren’s well-worn skin, her sole oh-so-generously returned the favor by transferring its sweat, bits of dead skin, and other miscellaneous debris onto your entire body. The masseuse quickly moved on to flossing your body between each and every one of Lauren’s toes, taking a minute to stop on each one and dexterously massage them. Your mom groaned with satisfaction and unintentionally wiggled her toes, adding just a bit more humiliation to the torture that you were already experiencing. Finally, the masseuse seemed to finish with her foot, and pulled you away, before taking you to the other side of the table and beginning on the other one. You sobbed as you realized that this horrific experience had just begun.
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