At first, you are tense. But the warm oil and firm gentle hands The
massage feels really great. You relax and lose yourself in the moment.
You nod off, and dream of running naked in a field. Your dream is
black and white. You move in and out of consciousness. The masseur's
hands seem to be huge as the massage continues. Your skin itches all
over, but the oil the masseur adds soothes and lulls you back to
sleep. It's impossible, but you feel as though his right hand
gripping your ass is big enough to reach both side of your body in a
single grasp. Impossible but it feels good - so good. You moan, but
it sounds more like a high pitched whine. You open your eyes.
Everything is monochrome. You blink and close your eyes, you must be
dreaming again.
You feel your butt muscles wiggling happily. You feel your tail
wagging as the man squeezes your shoulders. Then he rolls you over
with one giant hand, and begins massaging your manhood...at least it
used to be your manhood. You yelp like a happy puppy. The giant's
left hand grips your upper body pinning you to the table. You open
your eyes. Your arms flail helplessly. They aren't arms anymore.
They are short furry spindly legs with paws at the ends. You lift your
snout and look over the log sized fingers gripping your body. The man
is fervently tugging at your now conically shaped cock. You are
horrified, but it does feel so good, and you cannot resist this giant
barber. You lay back close your eyes and try to enjoy the good part
of the dream. You realize you're probably having a wet dream while
the barber massages you, and will probably be embarrassed, but at the
moment you don't seem to have a choice or really care that much. You
cum three times. Then finally it stops. You lay there panting and open
your eyes again. The tiny room is huge now - warehouse huge. You
roll over on your belly. The barber's back looms before you like a
small apartment building. You struggle to get up on your hands hands
and knees - no it on your feet? You feel groggy. You open your mouth
to ask what the hell is going on, as the giant turns around. He's
wiping his hands on a towel.
"Ah, you're awake, doggy. Well, now I understand why your new owner
wanted you for a breeder," his voice booms as he cleans your cum from
his fingers, "Three loads in 44 minutes, that's a new record. Of
course, you went from a 140 lbs down to six pounds, so I guess there
was plenty of mass to supply - heh, heh," he pauses and chuckles
looking down at your crotch.
You look down and between your forelegs and back at your erect dog
penis and pendulous sagging doggy balls. They look huge between your
tiny hindquarters. You know that it has to be a dream, but it's so
real. You feel terribly afraid, but terribly horny.
"Well, I'll be damned. I've already massaged you a new doggy sheath
to replace your circumcised foreskin, but after your pedicure, maybe
I'll help you lose another load," he laughs. He puts down the towel
and picks up a pliers like tool, and reaches for your front paw. He
adds, "Now maybe you understand why only a pedicure is included in our
special deluxe package." He chuckles again as he trims your claws.
His giant crotch is inches from your nose, and the scent coming from
the giant barber is intense and musky. The room screams with pungent
odors that are clogging your brain. You lose yourself in trying to
separate each distinct odor and identify it. You barely notice as he
finishes clipping and filing down your front claws, and moves on to
your hind paws.
"There all done. Now for your bath!"
The giant scoops you up so you are sitting on your haunches in the
palm of his left hand as he hold your upper body in his right hand.
He heads out of the curtained massage room and back into the main
salon.