Master Masseuse
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 9
by
Bobob1
After a few boring minutes, the door opened. Heather shot up in her chair, instantly dropping her phone, which almost landed on you. The girl who entered appeared to be about 17, and she was pretty attractive. Big breasts, butt, the usual. Come to think of it, there were a lot of stunningly attractive girls at your school. Whatever, not like it bothered you. The girl said her name was Sandra, and that her back was sore and very painful. Heather told her to lay on the bed, and that her "assistant" would be right with her. Sandra complied, taking off her shirt and pants before laying down as well. Why she did this, you had no clue, but her smoking hot body was all you needed. However, you were interrupted by Heather picking you up.
"Alright tiny. Our first big assignment!" The attractive nurse looked at you with concern. "Can you, like, massage her or something?"
"Um...will that really help?" You asked.
"IDK!" You face palmed.
"Sure, whatever. I'll do it."
"Thanks!" Heather smiled, and then tossed you over to Sandra. You landed with a thud on her back. Sandra let out a yelp.
"What was that Miss?" Sandra asked with concern. She began to reach for you.
"It's alright Sandra." Heather assured her. "That is my assistant. Just let him massage you for a while, and all your troubles will be gone!" Sandra still seemed confused, but she complied, and put her head down, drifting off to slumber land. Meanwhile, you began going to work. You had quite a bit of experience with massages, so you had an idea of what to do (many a time had you been stuck to a girl's ass or breasts when she went to get a massage). You began punching the girl's back in all of the sensitive areas. Of course, your punches were so insignificant, they wouldn't hurt at all, but would feel good instead.
You proceeded to punch and kick massage the girl's entire, far reaching back. It was incredibly tiresome work, but it was honestly kinda fun. The fact that the girl you were on was a total hottie was bonus points in your book. Finally, after a half hour, you finished your massaging job. Heather had been watching you the whole time, and when she saw you were done, she walked over to Sandra and shook her awake.
Sandra groaned, and rolled over onto her side. You screamed at the sudden, unexpected change, and fell off her back and onto the bed. You landed on your back in pain. Heather was too focused on waking up Sandra, and had no idea what had happened. You were too hurt to move, and could only stare up at the ceiling, and Heather's breasts, blocking out her face. A moment later, things went from bad to worse. Sandra, the heavy sleeper, groaned again and rolled back onto her stomach. You let out another scream of terror, as the giantess's massive, bare, and sexy stomach crashed down onto you.
You were instantly flattened by the pounds of weight dumped onto you. Sandra was by no means fat, but that really didn't change much in the end. Her stomach smushed you flat, and you stuck to her lean skin.
Meanwhile, Heather finally managed to wake up Sandra. Sandra climbed out of the bed groggily. She stood up and stretched, causing you and her belly to jiggle. She patted her stomach, her hand pressing down on you, but she felt nothing. You hoped Heather would notice you, but she clearly did not. Why would she look at a teenagers stomach anyways? Sandra put back on her pants and shirt, casting you into darkness. Her shirt was also tight, so you were firmly pressed against her belly flesh, offering no room to reform.
"Wow!" Sandra exclaimed. "Your assistant did a great job!" Sandra picked up her bag and prepared to leave. Heather smiled, and looked at the bed to pick you up, but could not find you. Does she think to check Sandra?
"Alright tiny. Our first big assignment!" The attractive nurse looked at you with concern. "Can you, like, massage her or something?"
"Um...will that really help?" You asked.
"IDK!" You face palmed.
"Sure, whatever. I'll do it."
"Thanks!" Heather smiled, and then tossed you over to Sandra. You landed with a thud on her back. Sandra let out a yelp.
"What was that Miss?" Sandra asked with concern. She began to reach for you.
"It's alright Sandra." Heather assured her. "That is my assistant. Just let him massage you for a while, and all your troubles will be gone!" Sandra still seemed confused, but she complied, and put her head down, drifting off to slumber land. Meanwhile, you began going to work. You had quite a bit of experience with massages, so you had an idea of what to do (many a time had you been stuck to a girl's ass or breasts when she went to get a massage). You began punching the girl's back in all of the sensitive areas. Of course, your punches were so insignificant, they wouldn't hurt at all, but would feel good instead.
You proceeded to punch and kick massage the girl's entire, far reaching back. It was incredibly tiresome work, but it was honestly kinda fun. The fact that the girl you were on was a total hottie was bonus points in your book. Finally, after a half hour, you finished your massaging job. Heather had been watching you the whole time, and when she saw you were done, she walked over to Sandra and shook her awake.
Sandra groaned, and rolled over onto her side. You screamed at the sudden, unexpected change, and fell off her back and onto the bed. You landed on your back in pain. Heather was too focused on waking up Sandra, and had no idea what had happened. You were too hurt to move, and could only stare up at the ceiling, and Heather's breasts, blocking out her face. A moment later, things went from bad to worse. Sandra, the heavy sleeper, groaned again and rolled back onto her stomach. You let out another scream of terror, as the giantess's massive, bare, and sexy stomach crashed down onto you.
You were instantly flattened by the pounds of weight dumped onto you. Sandra was by no means fat, but that really didn't change much in the end. Her stomach smushed you flat, and you stuck to her lean skin.
Meanwhile, Heather finally managed to wake up Sandra. Sandra climbed out of the bed groggily. She stood up and stretched, causing you and her belly to jiggle. She patted her stomach, her hand pressing down on you, but she felt nothing. You hoped Heather would notice you, but she clearly did not. Why would she look at a teenagers stomach anyways? Sandra put back on her pants and shirt, casting you into darkness. Her shirt was also tight, so you were firmly pressed against her belly flesh, offering no room to reform.
"Wow!" Sandra exclaimed. "Your assistant did a great job!" Sandra picked up her bag and prepared to leave. Heather smiled, and looked at the bed to pick you up, but could not find you. Does she think to check Sandra?
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April 23, 2025
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