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A New Woman

Melanie gave a soft, bashful squeak as she caught sight of her reflection in one of the mirrors that were positioned up and down the length of the Spa complex's corridors. Immediately she adjusted her glasses, and ran a nervous hand through her long, hazel brown hair. Her gaze turned away from the fancily decorated walls and towards the figure walking in front of her, a tall, curvaceous giraffe whose entire body radiated grace, beauty, and the sort of finely honed attention to detail that seemed to exude from every single member of staff and client whom Melanie had witnessed since arriving at the spa. Everyone, that is, except for herself.

As if sensing her nervousness, the giraffe's head turned upon her long neck, glancing back over her shoulder and down to the meek little mouse with a comforting smile. Not a look of pity, per se, but one that bored into Melanie and made her want to curl up in a ball of shame nonetheless. She hated it when people looked at her, because she knew what they saw would inevitably disappoint. After all, she was never happy with herself... so how the heck could anyone else possibly be?

"Miss Brown? Melanie... please try to relax. We're here to make you feel better. To bring out your inner beauty. I'm not judging. I'm not... anything. All I want, all any of us here want is to make you happy."

Melanie whimpered, too humiliated as she realised that the giraffe knew exactly what she was thinking to even wonder how the staff member could have got it so spot on. She'd only met her a handful of minutes ago, to escort her to the massage room where she was to have her treatment. Yet somehow, the giraffe seemed to know exactly how she was feeling. Was it so obvious, really? Written all over her face? Or had the spa worker just seen so many women exactly like her... so obviously out of their league in a place like this, that such a line would always work?

In reality though the mouse barely gave any thought in that regard. All she did, all she could ever do, was exactly what she always did when people recognised that she was nervous and uncomfortable.

"I... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry..."

The giraffe frowned, and sighed, then turned back and continued to lead the mouse to her destination in silence. Melanie stared at the floor in horror. Less than five minutes, and she'd already managed to drive this lovely and oh so pretty woman away from her. Maybe this was all a mistake. She knew that the spa day was a gift from her friends, and that they really did believe it would do her good. But this just wasn't her kind of place. She didn't deserve it. She wouldn't be worthy of any of the treatments it had to offer, and even if she went through with it, it wasn't like they had a lot to work with after all. So... was there even any point, really? Maybe she could just go home. Go home and spend this day off doing... well, nothing. Precisely what she was best at.

It took less than another minute for Melanie and her giraffe guide to arrive at the room into which Melanie was booked. The giraffe held it open for the mouse, who whimpered, too embarrassed to say thank you, but that she'd actually changed her mind about the treatment, and walked silently through the door with her cheeks flushed and eyes boring into the ground between her feet. Once inside the giraffe passed by her again, and hurried over to the other side of the room to talk to the other figure waiting there. The masseuse, a beaming border collie in pastel pink attire and with streaks of cobalt blue running through her dark hair, greeted the giraffe warmly. Her smile faded slightly as the taller woman leaned down and murmured something to her, and as they both glanced towards Melanie where she stood silently waiting, the mouse wished that the ground could swallow her up right then and there. There was no denying, no hiding that they were talking about her. How much of a waste of time it was going to be to work with her. How hopeless and helpless she was.

The giraffe departed soon after, and Melanie stood perfectly still, frozen in place by her shame as the collie approached. She squeaked, and gave a nervous whimper when a warm hand fell upon one of her shoulders, and then, to her surprise, the crook of a single finger caressed the underside of her chin. The mouse's gaze was drawn upward by the other woman's tender touch, and she found herself staring through her glasses into a pair of deep green eyes that seemed to radiate warmth and confidence enough to permeate even her near total lack of self-esteem and find a glimmer of hope.

"Congratulations, Melanie. You've won an upgrade to your treatment."

Squeaking in shock, the mouse's eyes widened behind her glasses.

"I... I... w-what? But, I didn't enter any competitions. You don't have to..."

The collie cut her off, not rudely or dismissively, but with a smile so generous and kindly that it struck the younger, smaller woman absolutely dumb.

"Oh don't worry about that. There's no mistake. And there's no problem. Trust me, you'll want to take this deal. It's our most comprehensive massage package... it'll make you feel like a whole new woman."

Melanie wanted to protest, to say that it wasn't worth it. It would be better served going to someone more... well, someone just... y'know, else. Anyone else, who could actually benefit from it, rather than her. But thanks to the very same lack of confidence that allowed her to believe with absolute certainty that such a massage would do her no good whatsoever, she was unable to make that clear to the collie. Unable to do anything in fact as the taller canine took her by the hand, smiled at her once again, and began to lead her over to the comfortably padded massage table set into the centre of this beautifully decorated room.

The mouse squeaked and shivered as without a word, slowly and respectfully, but obviously forward in her actions, the masseuse began to unfasten the robe wrapped around Melanie's lithe little body. Her cheeks flushed as she saw the collie smiling at her all the while, watching her face for the slightest sign of discomfort. Of course, it was written all over her that she wasn't comfortable with any of this, but not in any regard to consent. Of all that was happening right now, having another woman taking off her clothes was certainly the least expected of all outcomes, but by no means the least favourable. It was the reason why her robe was being taken off, the fact that she was going to have this massage utterly wasted upon her eternally tense and nervously wound up body, that bothered Melanie so intensely. That, and the knowledge that when the collie finally did manage to get her robe off, and looked upon her naked form, she would inevitably see disappointment register across the far more beautiful woman's beaming face.

Only... that disappointment never came. As her robe was pulled away from her and Melanie stood with her hands cupped in front of her crotch with a bashful little squeal, she saw the dog's eyes roam across her figure with the keen gaze of a professional who had seen hundreds, if not thousands of bodies of all shapes and sizes. She saw the masseuse account for her modest breasts, her lean but not particularly feminine torso with little in the way of any curves. Every last inch of her, except of course for that which was hidden behind the shield of her hands. And yet, no disappointment was to be found in the collie's eyes. No disgust. No pity. Just warmth. Tenderness. Such confidence that as the dog raised her head and met Melanie's gaze, the mouse's furrowed brow uncreased slightly, and her muzzle twitched upward at the corners at the mercy of the masseuse's helplessly infectious happiness.

Gently the mouse found herself scrambling up onto the table at the dog's insistence, and soon she was flat on her stomach, arms by her sides and head resting in what turned out to be a surprisingly comfortable and padded hole. It wasn't the underside of the table that she found herself looking down into though, but rather an almost kaleidoscopic whirl of colours. It was like a projection of a galaxy or a nebula, something spacey for sure. It wasn't a hypnotic device or anything bizarre like that, just something to relax her eyes, an endless starfield for her gaze to explore while...

It was only then, as she lay down and gave a sigh of what might actually have been relaxation, Melanie realised something. She'd supposedly been upgraded, but hadn't at any point asked what was different about the massage she was currently to receive, compared to the one she had been on her way to get just minutes ago. No sooner had that thought crossed her mind though, the masseuse spoke up, and immediately her words removed that one final source of present nervousness.

"We call this our transformational massage. You'll see why soon enough, but trust me... all those worries and doubts you have now? They'll fade away soon enough. You might not believe it. You might not think it possible, but... this massage, it will make you understand. It won't change your heart of course, or your mind... no amount of skill, technique or oils can do that. But trust me when I say this. All the best parts of yourself, even those you don't believe are really there? You'll get to know them soon enough. And all you need to do is lie there, and let me work my magic. How does that sound?"

Melanie giggled, and murmured almost absent-mindedly as she peered into the shimmering, swirling, star-filled void before her.

"Impossible. But... if you want to try? I'm not going to complain."

The masseuse chuckled back, and mere moments later Melanie tensed as she felt warm hands slick with some form of slippery oil come to rest between the blades of her shoulders. She forced herself to relax, to slacken her muscles despite the unfamiliar touch, and drew a deep breath as the palms of those hands moved outward, beginning to rub firm circles into the muscles of the mouse's shoulders themselves. A few seconds later that breath escaped her as a ragged, near-silent gasp, and the eyes that she had tried to close to steady and centre herself opened up once more, wide as she peered into the swirling stars all around. It felt... good. No. Not good. That was doing this feeling a disservice, a rather immense one in fact. It felt, well... holy shit! Even though it had only just begun, the massage felt utterly incredible.

"O-ohhh..."

Melanie whimpered in horror as she heard herself moan rather loudly, her pink toes curling as the dog's surprisingly powerful hands dug into her flesh, softening muscles that had been tense and overworked for god only knew how long. Her hands clenched into tight fists by her sides, and as the masseuse's paws withdrew to apply yet more oil, now roaming down the length of her back and towards where her tail was twitching uncontrollably in glee, the mouse very nearly cried out for her to stop. It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying it, but quite the opposite. This feeling... this relaxation, it was too much. She'd not expected it to feel this good. This intimately pleasant. It felt so wonderful, it was almost erotic.

Before the mouse could get so overwhelmed by the intensely pleasant feelings that she had no choice but to stop it for decency's sake though, she realised that something else was happening. Something not sexual, but more intimate than practically any lewd act could possibly have achieved. She could feel the masseuse's fingers entering her. It was impossible of course, and yet she could feel it so clearly, so obviously, the collie's digits pushing not just against her skin, but through it, the flesh, the fur, and all the muscle and bone alike beneath it seeming to stretch and bend like it one was to push their fingers into the material of a sturdy plastic bag.

"Mmnh... aa-ah..."

She moaned again, but this time didn't hate herself for it. She couldn't help it, and from the silence coming from her masseuse, the dog clearly didn't care enough to make a big deal about it. Besides, Melanie could only imagine the collie had heard such things before from her clients. She had to have, if it felt even remotely this good for any other person to have experienced such a miracle of physical relaxation.

"Oh god... w-what?"

It was only when the impossibility of what was happening to her softening body reached new extremes, the border collie's continued massaging not just squishing through the flesh, but flattening it and leaving it that way with no attempt from the flesh, muscle and bone itself to reform and re-assume its normal shape, that finally Melanie raised her head. Or at least, she began to, but barely managed to pull her face out of the shimmering galactic void presented for her viewing pleasure before she felt two sets of thumbs and forefingers upon her neck. Digits slick with oil, and which pressed down firmly, not only stripping all the tension away from the mouse's neck with another cry of joyous relaxation, but flattening it and relieving her muscles of any ability to hold her head upright.

Beyond that point, it was hard for Melanie to complain about anything else that was done to her. Not only because as more of her body was squashed and flattened by the palms of the masseuse's paws she found it impossible to get more than a word or two out between grunts of joyous relief and pleasure, but eventually because she bore no muzzle with which to utter those words, or even her happy whimpers of contentment any longer. Her muzzle wasn't just flattened, it was folded over alongside the rest of her face. She felt herself being twisted, balled up. She was so malleable now, a fact that had snuck by her consciousness with only the most minor surprise despite it being wholly impossible, that her body wasn't just being folded over onto itself. As the massage continued, her squishy, flattened form was being pressed into itself. Blended. Manipulated not just into a knotted ball, but one amorphous mass. And yet all the while, despite her muzzle, her nose, her eyes and ears being blocked by goodness only knew what other parts of her body surrounding and being integrated into them, she was still aware. Still able to breath, to think, to feel, to hear... not to see, but beyond that, to sense in every conceivable manner one might wish to sense.

Indeed, it was around that point that Melanie began to let go of a few of her hang ups. Not just to be distracted out of experiencing them, but to consider them and then move on before they could begin to harm this incredible, utterly impossible situation. She felt the dog's hands pushing into her malleable form once more, and shuddered as what was now purely and undeniably erotic stimulation coursed through her flesh. Before now she would never have let someone be so casually intimate with her. Indeed, it had been over a year since she was last close in that respect with anyone, because while wanting a connection with any lover, she had also denied herself any potential commitments to avoid letting them down, certain that she would only disappoint. Today though, in that place at that exact moment, she felt nothing of the sort. She welcomed the masseuse's every touch, and though she could no longer moan allowed, her form writhed and quivered upon the table as with every penetrative stroke of the collie's digits, the mouse's pleasure built and built.

"That's it... let go..."

The collie's tender murmurs brought a scarlet glow to Melanie's cheeks, wherever in her current form they were located, as she convulsed and jiggled just a few minutes later in what both was and wasn't an incredible, overwhelming orgasm. It was because... well, frankly it couldn't have been anything else; surges of near cataclysmic pleasure overwhelming her in potent, crashing waves. Yet at the same time it wasn't, because it had no centre. No point of origin beyond any and everywhere being touched by her masseuse. Thus, unless Melanie's clit had spread itself out so that she couldn't be touched without hitting that blissful sweet spot, it surely couldn't have been that intimate an experience which she had just shared with a near total stranger, a woman whose name she didn't even know.

"Karen."

Melanie's eyes bulged as the collie spoke warmly, and the motion of her fingers drifted from the plunging, searching motions that had brought the mouse such pleasure to more firm, rough kneading of her quivering flesh.

"My name's Karen. I'm so sorry I didn't say as much earlier. I just... I was excited. I don't get to go all out with the deluxe package very often. But, that's no excuse. I hope you can forgive me."

The collie's palm pressed down against something that might once have been a part of Melanie's g-spot, provoking a surge of pleasure so potent and fierce that if she could have, the mouse would have screamed at the top of her lungs. She quivered like jelly, and felt the whole of her body's flesh flushing with blissful embarrassment as from some part of her exterior, a brief jet of liquids poured forth. Merely hours ago, even doing something like that in the privacy of her own home would have shattered the mouse's confidence. She would have called herself a whore for getting so worked up, for being so disgustingly filthy in her masturbatory greed. But now... now she blushed, but revelled in the sensation, and in the fact that when the collie, Karen, saw it... felt it, she only had one reaction.

The dog giggled, and withdrew her hands from the quivering ball of flesh and soft grey fur as it continued to tremble in another potent, all consuming orgasm.

"I think we're ready now. Ready to properly relax you... so we can get ready to rebuild."

What that meant, the mouse didn't know. But she wasn't scared. She wasn't even nervous, not the tiniest bit. Melanie listened, and waited, shivering and revelling in the peace and relaxation both of her current hyper softened and blissfully tension-free state, and of course the trembling wake of her multiple orgasms, as Karen left her side for the first time since this incredible event began. She could hear the rattling of some sort of device being pulled over to where she was at rest, but beyond that it was only when Karen's hands began to touch and manipulate her again, and the collie spoke up as she worked the gooey ball of formerly mouse-flesh, that she learned what was going on.

"This might feel a bit strange at first, Melanie... and, well, it probably should. It is strange. Do you like taffy?"

Melanie couldn't answer. But then again, she had found that Karen had a knack for guessing what she was thinking up to this point. Maybe it was more than a guess. After all, she was currently sitting on a massage table as a quivering ball of amalgamated goo. So... yes, she liked taffy. She liked it a lot, in fact, no matter how bad it was for her teeth.

Karen giggled, and the ball of Melanie shivered as she realised that it was true. The collie could sense her thoughts.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to be feeding you it. It's just, have you ever seen one of those taffy pulling machines...?"

The was the dog's voice trailed off, and the way that the masseuse's hands were trembling slightly with obvious anticipation as they came to rest upon Melanie's soft form made the muse shudder in excitement of her very own. Could the other woman really have been suggesting what it sounded like she was? She felt her body being stretched. A part of her quivering form being tugged out and away from the rest of her flattened and folded self, and wrapped around something cool, something metallic in texture. She shivered and wiggled again, the only meaningful motion her body could make. She heard another, softer giggle escape Karen as another part of herself was pulled out and wrapped around another metallic extension, and then a different sound from the collie. A moan. A pleasure-stricken, anticipation laden moan.

A few seconds later, a motor whirred into life. And then, all at once, Melanie's head was filled with the silent screams of her own shock, wonder, and pleasure once again as her already gooey and flattened, squished up body was suddenly pushed to whole new limits. Pushed... but also pulled, twisted, and stretched, bent around and over as she was spun and tugged and teased apart and pushed together in whole new and wonderful ways, now totally and obviously aware of what was happening even though she was dizzy from how fast every last part of her was spinning in constant motion.

She was being pulled. Taffy pulled. Stretched, manipulated, and teased into an even softer and more malleable state than before. And it felt absolutely, utterly and undeniably incredible.

Quite how long she spent suspended within the many arms of that whirling machine, twisting and bending her in more ways than she even knew existed, Melanie wasn't sure. Minutes certainly, but whether ten or thirty or even an hour, she couldn't possibly have guessed. What she did know was that when the machine began to wind down, and a pair of familiar hands began to untangle her now noodly-stretched form and lay it back down upon the massage table in overlapping and interweaving strips, those hands were shaking. Shaking with what was no longer just anticipation, but almost certainly full on arousal. If Melanie could have, she would have blushed crimson at the idea that what she was going through was turning Karen on. But strange as that thought was, it didn't upset her, or make her feel ashamed, or unworthy, or anything like that. It simply delighted her. And that fact, in turn, seemed to delight the collie.

"I'm... I'm glad you don't mind. I know it's not professional, but like I said earlier, I so rarely get the chance to do this. To see it happening. To make it happen. It's..."

Her voice trailed off into another moan, and before the masseuse could get too distracted, she excused herself once more.

"I need to prep the next stage. I'll be right back."

The taffy machine was wheeled away, and a new device was brought in instead. Melanie soon felt herself being placed inside it. Inside what felt line a smooth, enclosed cylinder. A chamber of some sort, but with several cool metal protrusions at the base that made her form quiver as it made contact with the cold, hard material.

"Do you trust me?"

Karen spoke up again, and without even thinking about it the answer flashed up within the stretched and flattened mouse's mind. Yes. Yes, of course she did.

"Then... trust me when I say, t-this... it won't hurt. I promise. I swear to you, it won't."

The mouse shivered in anticipation. What wouldn't? What was this device she was being set down inside? What was it that she could now hear Karen clipping a lid onto, locking her away and separating her quivering form from the collie's oh so pleasant touch?

"This is a blender, Melanie. And... I'm about to blend you, so I can remake you. Please, think about that. Think about... a-about who you are. Not what the world has made you, so meek and blind to your own beauty that you've almost lost yourself, but... the real you. What you know yourself to be now, with all those stresses and expectations stripped away. Please, think about it."

And she did.

For about five seconds, right up to the moment where the blender's motor engaged, and Melanie's world was turned upside down, inside out and back to front in a split-second as she found herself not just spun, but ripped... shredded, torn to pieces of increasingly smaller and smaller size. Liquefied from her already soft and gooey state, and reduced to a million bubbling, quivering individual droplets of gooiness that bound back together into what was less of a blob, and more a lake as it was sloshed and swept around the blender's interior over and over and over again.

And of course, all that while, the mouse's mind was screaming. For if the sensation of her body being touched by fingers had been intimately pleasurable, and the sensation of her body being stretched and pulled had driven her out of her mind with how relaxing it had been... then this was a whole new dimension of pleasant sensation again. There could be no tension now. Not a fraction. Not a drop. For now there was no flesh to hold tension. No body to bind that stress within itself. Just liquid. Just bubbling, rippling liquid being whirled around and around, creating a sensation that was unlike anything Melanie had ever known before. A sort of giddy dizziness. A light-headed madness.

She felt drunk. Drunk, but far, far more intense and overwhelming than any alcohol buzz she had never known. And all she wanted to do in that moment, even as her body was blitzed and reduced to quivering puddle, was slosh herself all over another living creature. To have Karen lie down in her, to engulf the collie, and just... be there with her. Holding her. Embracing every last inch of her solid form, and relishing the contact... the intimacy, the affection that they felt for one another, though she didn't even known the collie's last name.

Soon after those thoughts began to permeate practically every last corner of the mouse's mind, the blender shut down. Melanie heard the top of the device being pulled off once more, and felt a rush of comparably cool air over the rippling surface of her... well, of her, in this new and liquid form. Then, fingers. Dipping into her. Splashing. Flicking her thick but undeniably liquid self playfully back and forth within the confines of the blender's main body. It felt wonderful, but not in the way that such penetrative contact would have just a short while ago. Now the touches were more intimate than lewd, and as once again the mouse heard her masseuse moaning, those sounds too were laden with tender intimacy.

"It's time. T-time to... rebuild. Oh god. Melanie, you have no idea how proud I am to be with you right now. To see what's going to come out of this. To see you. The real you, a-at last..."

Melanie felt herself being poured. She felt the container in which she was held being tipped, and turned onto its side, and then she was flowing... flooding into some sort of wide, not particularly deep vat or trough. She would have laughed, a ticklish sensation overwhelming her as something began to be dripped into the vat from above. Some chemical concoction that made every last drop of her it touch tingle with the most pleasant and mentally giggle-inducing sensation.

"Let your thoughts wander..."

Karen's voice was calmer now. Softer and more tender than ever, but not quite so excitable in her intimacy.

"Let them carry you wherever they may. To moods. To hopes. To wishes and dreams for the future."

The mouse obeyed, and realised that as she did so, different compounds were being dripped into and onto her from what had to have been a vast variety of nozzles somewhere above whatever she was resting within. If she thought of Karen... of romance and passion in her future, a nozzle somewhere over what might as well have been called the upper left hand size of her liquid form activated and drizzled her with some sort of different liquid. If she thought of work, of finding herself a career she loved, a different nozzle to the middle-right sprayed a short, sharp jet of some different compound into her. And little by little, as she thought of countless different parts of her life that she now knew could be, and would be different, she felt her liquid form growing less so. Thicker, firmer once more, back to the stretched and malleable state it had been post taffy-pull, and then to the amorphous, stretchable but more fleshy blob that had followed immediately after her massage.

Only then did the border collie masseuse's paws fall upon her once more, and began to stretch her. To massage and tease her body not into a quivering ball again, but out and away from the centre of itself. To stretch her by hand. To mould her into... well, into a shape. A shape with outstretched portions almost like limbs. With a thick trunk like a torso, and a bulbous orb at the top... like the beginnings of a head. Still Melanie couldn't speak. Couldn't see. But just as ever Karen knew exactly what she was thinking, and murmured tenderly as she continued to massage and stretch and pull the former mouse's form into a new shape.

"The new you... oh, Mel. I can't wait to meet her."

And she did. Little by little, over the course of not minutes but hours of careful and tender work, they both met the new Mel. She shivered and flailed, helplessly stricken by mirth as Karen worked each individual toe of new paws into being. She flexed her fingers as they too were born, and felt lush, soft fur covering the backs of each one as she allowed them to blindly caress one another. She shuddered, she clutched at the sides of the shallow metal trough in which she was being reborn as firm hands massaged and teased her buttocks for what seemed like far longer than had even been spent on her limbs, as though making them the softest, roundest cheeks possible was the highest priority for the masseuse crafting her anew. And as she rolled over onto her back, feeling a thick, lush and powerful tail twitching beneath her, she felt her face... her muzzle being teased and worked into place, and at long last uttered a joyous, frantic cry.

"P-please... oh, please, let me see myself..."

Karen obeyed immediately, and soon Mel had eyes once more. A whole face in fact, and soon, with just a few more caresses down the sides of her skull, hair too. Long, flowing, silvery curls that fell in front of her eyes as she blinked in the unfamiliarly bright light.

"Oh god."

Propped up on her elbows, she looked down at her body as the masseuse went to work on crafting her breasts, drawing an almost immediate moan of deep, abiding longing from Mel's toothy maw. She looked over her fluffy white torso with the still malleable flesh being separated and worked into large, plump mounds; breasts far larger than those she had possessed before, though not unnecessarily so. Just... beautiful, plump and yet firm, exactly as she had always longed for them to be. She looked down all the way to her toes, clawed and upon feet not mousey pink, but themselves covered with fur, and between her legs, twitching and shivering in glee, her tail. Such a thick, lush, gorgeously huge tail, its underside white, but its upper surface laden with the most gorgeous silvery grey fur, and inlaid with rosettes not just of black, but of blue, red, green... countless colours, lighting up this snow leopard's body with vibrant glory.

The very last part of herself to be rebuilt was of course that which lay between Mel's legs, and she remained propped up, nibbling on one of her brand new bottom lips with sharp feline teeth as she watched Karen reach down between her legs. The collie's own face was bright red, and through her pink uniform the outline of her nipples pressing through the material was painfully obvious. No sooner had she laid her fingers upon the soft fur and flesh of Mel's form, both of them let slip a helpless moan. By the time she actually began to work her magic, her fingers flying with ease and flesh parting, spreading, forming that which was meant to lie between the snow leopard's legs, Mel was mewling and whimpering in helpless and undeniable pleasure. And by the time she was done, or rather, by the time she should have been done, any remaining pretence of professionalism was gone from Karen's actions.

"O-ohh... please... don't stop..."

Two of the collie's fingers pressed into Mel's depths, twitching upward, caressing her innermost walls in search of her sweet spot. Needless to say, they found it. Maybe they even created it beneath them, perfectly aligned within their reach. Regardless of how though, the result was the same. The brand new feline shrieked in pleasure, and as one of the very first conscious actions she performed as her new, improved self... she felt her body tense, her muscles convulsing around the masseuse's invading digits, and listened to herself roar with passionate rapture at the heights of the potently provoked orgasm wracking its way through her body.

It was over soon enough. Far too soon, in fact. But even as Karen withdrew her hands, no more changes to be made, Mel had no intention of the two of them remaining apart. She lifted herself upright. To her feet. New feet. Strong, steady. She pulled herself up and out of the shallow trough, which she now recognised as the base of the massage table upon which she had been seated with all its padding removed, and a large machine with a hundred or so nozzles protruding from a wide hose-array hanging from the ceiling above. Landing upon the floor, she pulled herself upright, standing at her full height for the first time. She looked at Karen. Looked down at Karen, now standing taller than the collie by a good number of inches, and laughed aloud as she swept forward, and snatched the dog up into a passionate, whirling embrace.

"I'm me..."

She purred tenderly, clutching Karen close to her and grinning as she saw the collie's cheeks burning bright beneath her fur.

"I'm finally me. All of me... let loose, unrestrained by shame and fear. My best self. My sexiest self."

Her hands roamed down the collie's back, and fingers hooked around the waist of the masseuse's pink lower garments.

"Tell me we still have time together..."

Karen whimpered happily, feeling her trousers being tugged down, underwear too, and shuddering as the snow leopard's confident and powerful hands grasped and squeezed at her ass.

"We h-have... all the time you need to... to adjust to your new body. To your new... self. We have facilities to help. Anything you need."

The snow leopard moaned happily, and pulled the collie's half naked body against her wholly nude form once again.

"And if what I need... is to thank the woman who did this for me? To thank her again and again, until she can't bear to be _ thanked _ one more time..."

She peeled off Karen's top, and they kissed passionately. The black and white collie with her beautiful blue hair, and the rainbow-rosetted snow leopard, both unabashed, both shameless. Both now having known the transformative touch of this place... and now eager to share what it had awoken within them, as tender, and yet as deliciously hard as their bodies would let them.

"Oh... o-ohh, Mel. Mel! Oh god, Yes"

By Jeeves

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