You wake somewhat refreshed but with a taste kinda like cotton in your mouth. There is also a stench like your gym bag after a week's use of gear without washing it. You struggle to move to open your eyes. Everything is distorted. You don't have hands or feet anymore. You try to open your mouth to speak or scream but it seems to be full. You're staring into the side of the massage table you were on earlier, and you seem to be upside down. There seems to be someone else on it getting a massage. You hear Bruno's voice, and he's saying that he's done. You feel bloated and your muscles feel taut but unresponsive to your will. The man gets up from the table and retrieves his wallet from his pants. He takes out a twenty dollar bill and then pulls back your upper lip and shoves the bill inside your mouth. Bruno turns to face the mirror as you feel a giant hand patting the top of your head. You realize that the man on the table has just patted Bruno's butt, and from your position you realize that you must be Bruno's new flesh tone speedo.
"Bruno, you give such great massages, even if they're free. I can't imagine anyone would stiff you without leaving a tip."
"Oh, it happens once in a while," Bruno says reaching down to adjust himself. To your horror you feel the thing in your mouth growing and stretching you more. In the mirror, you can see Bruno is starting to show signs of an erection.
"What do you do?"
"Oh, I usually think of a way to teach the cheap bastard a lesson." You feel as though you're being ripped apart. A wet salty taste is experienced by you, as a wet spot forms where the head of Bruno's cock is straining against the fabric of his speedo.