This choice: At some point Lauren discovers that you are the cloth being used on her somehow • Go Back...Chapter #6Discovered as a Massage Tool by: matthias   (Chapter originally created by Hectic)
After a second torturous session scrubbing and massaging your mom’s other foot with your body, the masseuse pulled you away and twisted your body together over a separate, empty bowl on the tray next to her tools. Wringing you out without a second thought like a saturated towel, you felt the horrible combination of massage oil, foot sweat, and toe jam drip out from beneath you. The pain of this woman twisting your body so tightly was excruciating, but at the very least you would be separated from the dirty contents of Lauren’s foot that your body had greedily soaked up. You then felt your body uncurl and you breathed in as much untainted air as you could for the time being. However, this respite proved quite brief, as the skilled masseuse moved to dunk you in the hot oil once more. And when you felt yourself come in contact with the liquid again, you knew that your torture had only begun.
Lauren, on the other hand, was in heaven already. She didn’t even have to touch her own feet to recognize that they were noticeably softer, and even felt cleaner somehow! She let out an involuntary moan of relief into the pillow in front of her as she then noticed the sheet was pulled away from her once more. This time, it exposed the rest of her legs, all the way up to her massive ass. A cold chill hit her skin from the exposed air ever so slightly, but before she could hardly notice it, the masseuse had brought back whatever wonder material she was using and reintroduced it to her skin, this time moving up firmly through her calf. She performed a similar routine to what she did on her feet moments before, albeit this time with much more direct massaging of her calf muscles. She spent a few minutes on each calf before continuing up the leg, moving past the back of her knees and reaching her expansive thighs.
The masseuse couldn’t help but notice that this woman carried the vast majority of her extra weight in her thighs, and rear end as well, nodding to herself as she set out a large portion of the massage on these areas. As she dunked your body into the oil once more, she looked down at you and smiled, mentally appreciating the extent that you would go to in order to make your mom happy. If only her family members and ex-boyfriends would have demonstrated the same care.
Back down in the realm of oil-filled hell, you were nowhere near as content as either of the two women present in the room at that moment. Your body continued to be smeared up and down your mom’s legs due to something SHE requested! You thought to yourself that surely she did not know that this would be the outcome of asking for the Tiny and Me Massage, and took solace in that fact a bit. Even though she had become something of a wrecking ball of torture for you in these past two years, she never would go so far as to willingly cause you suffering. But as your rag-shaped body glided across Lauren’s gelatinous thigh flesh, you couldn’t help but wonder how more unfortunate your life could even get.
Immediately, you wished that you had not even had that thought, as whatever gods that cursed your life with such bad luck must have heard you and doubled down on the torture. You felt yourself get pulled away from Lauren’s thigh once more and wrung out painfully over the bowl, before taking yet another plunge in the hot oil. And as you were whisked through the air, you forced your eyes to open, seeing through a sheen of massage oil the unmistakable globes of your mom’s ass. There was nothing you could do but whimper. You were practically a broken man at this point, with the constant smearing, rubbing, and twisting of your body taking away all motor abilities. You felt your towel body contact with Lauren’s butt cheek, creating a slight clapping noise and prompting subtle giggles from both your mom and the masseuse at the situation. Of course, there was nothing funny about this to you, as the masseuse’s hands pressed into your back and crushed you deeper into the jiggly flesh beneath you than ever before. There was a monumental layer of fat to push through before the masseuse could even reach your mom’s glutes, and by the time she reached it you felt like you were essentially submerged in her warm, sweaty skin. You were then moved around subtly, yet forcefully, prompting yet another sigh of relief from Lauren. While she was nowhere near as active as Rio, carrying around her curves did cause the buildup of some stress in her muscles, and this massage was exactly what she needed.
You felt yourself finally pull free, only to be plunged into the butt flesh of the other cheek and have the whole process repeated. Some part of you tried to pretend like this was a massage for you as well. Maybe if you could reframe this horrible experience in your mind then you could get through it with less suffering. But with every passing second you spent, smeared into the clammy, slightly sweaty, and now oily, skin of Lauren’s ass, you knew you couldn’t reach that point mentally.
Finally, the masseuse pulled you off of her ass and wrung you out one last time, before speaking up softly.
“Ma’am, would you care for me to run him between your glutes as well? Other customers claim that this is the best part of the Tiny and Me Massage, but others do not feel completely comfortable with it. What do you prefer?” the masseuse said warmly.
Lauren thought for a moment, barely capable of staying awake she was in such a deep state of relaxation.
“Well… if you say it’s the best--wait a second… did you say run HIM between my glutes?!” Lauren pulled her head out of the pillow and turned it to the side, looking at the masseuse and the small rag that she held in her hands. It was slowly dripping oil back into the container beneath it, but as she focused more on it she clearly made out the sight of your face, comically distorted across the surface.
“WAIT. The rag that you’ve been using this entire time on me has been my son!?”
“Umm, of course it is, miss. That is exactly what the Tiny and Me Massage consists of. One tiny utilized for the most soothing massage imaginable for his giantess.”
Lauren’s eyes widened. “You mean he--all over my--”
A burst of powerful laughter escaped her mouth. “Oh my god I knew something was off!” Lauren struggled to speak through her laughter, “I thought you were somehow going to be giving us simultaneous massages! But then it felt like both your hands were on me, part of me thought something was up!”
“I’m terribly sorry about the misunderstanding, ma’am. I thought you both knew what this type of massage consisted of.” the masseuse was understandably confused at your mom’s reaction to this discovery.
“Oh it’s not the end of the world, dear. Don’t beat yourself up about it!” Lauren said to the masseuse, trying to assuage her concerns, before turning and laying her head back down to relax once more. She spoke up again, this time to you.
“I gotta say, Matt. I really wasn’t sure when you told me to stop babying you over stuff like this a few years back. But if we had never had that talk and this situation had happened, then I would feel absolutely awful. I mean, she literally flossed your body in between my toes and smeared you into my butt, that must have been torture for you!” Lauren paused to let out another giggle, “Now that we can just laugh off little mishaps like this, I feel so much more at ease.”
You cried mentally at what your mom just said to you. Your desperate wish for her to stop worrying so much over you had pretty much exclusively backfired on you ever since that moment. And while the slight amount of freedom that you gained from her treating you like “an adult” was nice, it was drastically overshadowed by the nonchalance with which she acted in situations like these.
The masseuse raised an eyebrow, a bit confused by what exactly Lauren was talking about. So when a moment of silence came to pass, she spoke up.
“Umm, okay so… do you want me to continue or not?” the masseuse said.
You held your breath. Sure, your mom didn’t seem to be taking this mishap seriously, but that didn’t mean she would now intentionally continue to receive a massage using your body, right?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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