The Massage Parlor (Patreon)

Daniel had heard more than enough about the massage parlors in Bangkok. All his colleagues sang praises of their experience at the place during their vacation. “Dude, don’t mind the hubbub or road traffic of the city. It’s worth it!” Ron said, who had recently been to one of the premium massage shops. “Here, take this card,” he handed it over to Daniel, “don’t get addicted to it!”

Daniel decided to finally witness what the fuss was all about. He flew to Bangkok and visited the massage parlor his friend Ron was talking about. “Welcome, Sir, how can I help you?” the man at the reception spoke. “Um, I want a massage,” he answered. “Sure, sir. Which one do you prefer?” he showed a list of the kinds of massage they provided. He found it absurd that there was no section for women. But then he discarded the thought, thinking maybe there’s another card for women. He wanted the full-body experience, and he had heard tales of sexual sessions with masseuses from the internet. So he went for the “Full-body massage with relaxation (female).”

“Alright, sir, please go in and get ready for your session. We’ll be right back to you,” he spoke with utmost professionalism. Daniel went in and changed his clothes with a towel, and lay down on the massage table. The man at the reception came in wearing a white uniform, holding the un-labeled massage oil and a bowl. “Uh, I thought it was going to be a woman?” Daniel questioned, bemused. “Ah, the woman you’re talking about is coming here soon. Meanwhile, I’ll be massaging you,” he said with a smile. “I think I’ll wait for her. After all, I paid for it,” Daniel replied. “Oh ho ho, I think you misunderstood me. I am a good masseur and a chiropractor. I can cure your ten-year-old back pain in an instant! And I assure you, every dime you spent here is going to be worth it. You’ll not be disappointed when you leave,” he said with much conviction and a sly grin on his face.

“Alright, but no homo,” Daniel giggled. The masseur reciprocated the sentiment and then asked him to lie down naked on his stomach. “Agh, here it goes,” Daniel did what he was told to do. The masseur put on a pair of gloves and spread a towel over Daniel’s buttocks, hiding his crotch. He poured the oil into the bowl. He dipped his fingers into the oil and spread it over Daniel’s back. “Wow, your hands feel great!” Daniel said, genuinely shocked by the relief he felt as his hands slid over his back. “I suggest you should close your eyes and feel my hands move. It will help calm you down,” the masseur said. His hands moved in periodic motions, and as Daniel followed his advice, he found himself falling deeper into a trance.

“Oh… this feels so good…” Daniel mumbled in his slumber under the soothing relief of the massage. The oil seeped into his skin, making his body supple to the masseur’s hands. He slowly advanced towards his buttocks. He poured some oil over his ass cheeks and pummelled the muscles lightly, sending ripples over them. “Ooohhh…” Daniel sighed in bliss as hundreds of hours of sitting at a desk-job had destroyed his glutes. Daniel felt intoxicated and aroused by the aroma of the oil. “I thought… no OHH!” he moaned as the masseur poked into his asshole with his oil-dipped finger. He worked on his ass cheeks like a sculptor, giving them a rounder shape. He spread them and pushed them apart with a jerk, giving Daniel wider hips and room for incoming mass. He pushed the excess muscle and fat from Daniel’s neck up to his bottom, filling in the void and turning his average butt into a curvy booty. Daniel clenched his tight asshole as his ass pushed to higher boundaries and squeezed together.

The masseur worked his way down to his legs, making them slender while molding his thighs to become thicker. Daniel’s euphoric sensation caused his shrinking dick to throb for a release. They became much more intense when the masseur turned him around on his back and generously poured oil over his nether. He simultaneously stroked the oil into his urethral opening and over his testicles. Daniel whimpered for an orgasm which never came. He jerked involuntarily for what felt like a retrograde ejaculation. He had no idea his masculine sex organ was being manipulated into that of a female one. Nevertheless, he didn’t mind the intrusion because he was getting what he wanted, the utmost satisfaction and relaxation of his life. The masseur moved on to his head and massaged a handful of the oil on his scalp. He gently pulled his dirty blonde hair, and they gushed out from his follicles, longer and thicker. He stroked his cheeks and the forehead, his nose, lips, and the chin. He rubbed Daniel’s ears with the oil too, morphing them to become more feminine.

Daniel’s voice became higher and sultry as the masseur’s hands rubbed his adam’s apple down and slimmed his neck. As his hands stroked his nipples, feminine urges flowed into Daniel’s brain. His newfound pussy leaked juices onto the table. His nipples engorged and soaked in the oil, which dripped generously from the bowl over his chest. The masseur kneaded the muscles over his chest, making them sore and sensitive. He let them sit and absorb the oil, meanwhile, he massaged his waist. He pressed them down from the side, giving Daniel an hourglass shape, and pushed over the excess mass to his chest. Daniel bit his lips in pleasure as the influx expanded his chest into two large orbs. The masseur quickly formed a defined crease in the middle and squeezed the left breast, making it more perky and natural. “Mmmmm,” Daniel whimpered in her new feminine voice as her masseur cupped her right breast and squeezed it. “Does this feel good to you?” he asked. “Mmhmm,” she nodded. The masseur took extra care of her breasts, sculpting them to perfection.

“Alright, you can open your eyes now,” the masseur said. Daniel opened her eyes. She gasped in surprise, looking at her gorgeous body. The oil had almost dried up by being absorbed into her skin, completely transforming her from the inside. “I suppose you are all tensed up down there. You don’t mind if I help you release that tension, right?” he smirked. “Well, it’s not gay if I am the woman,” Daniel smirked.

The masseur stripped off his clothes. He pulled her closer to the edge and spread her legs. Being manhandled fluttered Daniel’s heart. He dropped down and slid his tongue into her moist slit. Daniel’s eyes rolled back from the sensations spreading throughout her body. When his tongue explored her inner folds, she squealed, “Fuck, this feels so much better!” After a few minutes, the masseur shoved in one, then two, then three fingers into her to stretch and adapt her pussy for his dick. Daniel’s clit throbbed when she saw his ginormous shaft hung beside her hole. As he positioned himself at the entrance and pushed in, her well-lubed walls didn’t put forth much resistance. Daniel was shocked by the event, and the waves of orgasmic ecstasy, flowing over her. As his thrust got deeper and faster over time, Daniel’s body trembled. She couldn’t fathom her thoughts, her feelings, her sensations. As the masseur leaned over her and she looked into his eyes, she knew she was addicted to it. “Ahhh, Yesss!” she moaned, basking in the most intense orgasm of her life.

“Okay, I am pulling out because I will cum,” the masseur groaned. “No! Cum inside me!” Daniel shouted as she held him in position with her legs, still writhing from her orgasm. “Ah fuck!” he bawled out as he ejaculated, filling her womb with his thick creamy fluid. Daniel released him and curled up in bliss from the warmth inside her loins.

“Why did you do that?! You may get stuck as a woman if you get pregnant!” the masseur barked at Daniel. “Oh shit!” Daniel yelped, finally back to her senses. “You should have started with that!” she exclaimed. They both sat over the table for a while. “How long does it take to revert back?” Daniel asked. “3 hrs,” he responded.

Four hours later…

“I guess I am a woman now,” she whispered. “I think you have bigger problems to worry about, like returning back to your country? You are in a foreign land with no id,” the masseur said. “What are you-“ she realized her predicament. “I am literally and figuratively fucked, aren’t I?” she said in a stressful voice while she glanced at his bulge. He had been staring at her naked tits for the last half an hour. “What’s your name?” Daniel asked. “Trevor,” he said. “Call me Danielle now. Mind helping me come up with solutions while we fuck?” she said with a sly grin on her face.

They fucked for an hour without any discussion. “I have… some connections…” Trevor said, exhausted, “they can… give you id, but it won’t be American.”

“Then?” she asked while riding on top of him. “You have to live a new life here, with me. Will you be my wife?” he proposed.

Danielle blushed as she turned around and said, “I thought you would never ask! I didn’t have much of a life there anyways. I was all alone, doing a corporate job. I feel much better here. We can both work together here! You be my masseur and I’ll be your masseuse!” she exclaimed. They both leaned forward for a kiss while he kept thrusting her until she brimmed over with another orgasm.