Bruno liberally oils your ba.ck with his surgical-gloved hands. Your whole body is covered in the oddly
smelling oil. It smells a bit like machine oil mixed with mint and sandalwood and citrus. You lose yourself
in the moment. It feels so good.
"Oof! Ew, uh, how do you feel?" Bruno asks as he starts to knead your back. He's staring in horror at the
goopy flesh-tone, clay-like material in his hands.
You answer in a sleepy voice, "Oh, that feels good. Keep going."
"Uh, okay?" Bruno says with a shrug, and he earnestly goes to town on your backside. He peels off a buttock
and treats it like pizza dough. He flattens it and spins it, and tosses it in the air.
Meanwhile, you moan softly, "Oh, that's good. Feels like I'm flying."
Bruno chuckles nervously. Usually, the chemical just lets him slightly improve his subject's muscle tone, and
physique. He's reshaped pecs and abs and glutes before, but never reduced anyone to pure putty in his hands.
Either you're reacting differently or this batch of chemical is different. He hopes it wears off, but if
anything you seem to be more and more pliable.
"Okay let's flip you over," he says.
"I feel so weak," you mumble.
He helps and gasps. The front of your body is totally flattened while you lay on the table. The outline of
your cock and balls are visible in the flat flesh that is your front now.
There's a rapping at the door.
"Hey, Bruno, hurry up in there. I've got a paid client coming in in a few minutes and need the room," shouts
another masseuse through the door.
Bruno checks his watch and curses. He didn't realize it was this late. He looks at you, and shrugs.
"Gotta get this mess cleaned up. Will worry about fixing you later," he says in exasperation.
What does he mean? You begin to focus.
Impossibly he folds you in three. Your face mashes into your crotch as your knees bend backwards and into the
back of your head. He now has a big lump of flesh. He opens the closet and pulls out a big 5 gallon bucket.
He dumps you inside and shoves the bucket of goo formerly known as you into the closet and closes the door.
You make a gurgling sound as you try to speak or move, but your move rubbery body is too weak.
There is only silence for a while and then...