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This story was written for Serling as part of his top tier Patreon reward for the month of August 2018. It contains massage related TF play, and intimate M/F sexual acts between consenting adults.

A New Blend

"So, how does it feel?"

Serling trembled as he felt the ferret's gentle paws run down his leg, not attempting to apply much in the way of pressure, just to coat his entire body from head to toe with this new blend of the Spa's signature massage oil. His face was red, an undeniable side effect of the fact that he was naked and currently lying face up, his back having already received its coat and his front side now needing to receive the same treatment. Just thirty seconds ago he had felt the ferret's hand upon his balls. Her fingertips rendering his sheath glistening with the pleasantly tingling massage oil. Thank god he had the willpower not to get aroused, the sense not to see this massage as a sexual or in any way romantic endeavour. But still, his body hadn't been able to deny how pleasant it had felt to feel hands upon his nether regions so softly and tenderly, and thus he was trembling as he tried not let his mind drift any further in that direction.

"R-really nice..."

Somehow he managed to speak, to summon up the mental fortitude to actually string a couple of words together as he smiled up at the ferret standing beside him. Theresa might have been a little rough with him during their first encounter when she had been working with her brother, but on her own she was as skilful a massage therapist as any of those which the Spa had on staff. That was why she had been entrusted with one of their new formula products, and of course as one of the Spa's most long standing and valued clients, it was why Serling was here as her test subject for the day.

"Good. Well, I'm almost done with the application. Then we just have to wait a few minutes, and you should be ready."

Her hands continued to drift down Serling's leg, pulling away every now and then to re-apply a fresh palmful of massage oil before returning and resuming where they'd left off. The ferret's touch remained tender and soothing, and she let the massage oil itself do the work while restraining her hands from the usual massage techniques used to soften and squish a client's more malleable body. She was careful and delicate right down to the tips of Serling's toes, and only afterwards, only when he was completely and utterly coated in the massage oil, his brownish grey fur glistening and twinkling with a slick coat of the deep amber substance, did she step back up towards the other end of the table where Serling's head was at rest. She smiled at the coyote. She wiped her hands off, freeing them from the remainder of the massage oil upon them, and talked with him.

They chatted about TV, about the weather, about how excited they both were to be given the chance to try out this new oil. They beamed at one another, until after maybe five or six minutes had passed and Theresa noticed that the shine was beginning to fade from Serling's fur. The massage oil wasn't lingering upon his skin and fur as was normally the case, but instead was being more fully and completely absorbed. At the same time, she saw Serling's eyes grow somewhat distant even as they continued to chat. She saw his mouth open slightly, and his chest rising and falling a little faster and more deeply.

"Everything okay?"

She murmured, not concerned, not yet, but still wanting to check in. Serling blinked as though for a few moments he'd forgotten where he was and who he was here with, but then his eyes turned towards the ferret and he smiled bashfully.

"O-oh. Yeah, it's... it's fine. I just feel like..."

He paused for a moment, frowning as he tried to find words to describe this sensation. The Spa was a place full of chances to feel things that you didn't feel anywhere else, and over the years of having treatments here Serling had gotten pretty damn good at putting words to experiences that were far beyond the norm. This one though, this was something new. Something he had to reach for a rather different vocabulary than normal to describe.

"...like I'm delicate. Not soft and squishable like with the regular oil. At least, not in the same way. I don't feel like I could turn into a ball of goo, or flood off the table and onto the floor if you didn't get a bucket or something to put me in. It's more like... like... soft clay, maybe?"

The ferret beamed, and she ran the backs of her fingers across one of Serling's cheeks.

"You really are good at this, you know. Going into these trials blind, and yet still you figure out their exact purpose even before you've been told what to expect. That's what this batch is. Our new Clay Blend. We could still squish or flatten you out, but you wouldn't be nearly as soft and liquid. I kinda think doing it that way would be a bit of a waste, given what other experiences this could offer. New feelings different from what you can get from other massages. At least, that's the hope."

Shivering happily where he lay, slowly beginning to forget about his nudity on a conscious level even if his cheeks were still red beneath his fur, Serling raised his eyebrows towards the ferret.

"New feelings, l-like what?"

Theresa beamed back down at him, and lifted her hand away from his face to bring it into contact with her other paw. She laced her fingers through one another, and giggled as she playfully cracked her knuckles before the blushing, exposed and eagerly waiting coyote.

"Well, how about we find out. Together."

Carefully she placed her hands on the sides of Serling's face once more. Just like last time she began to stroke his cheeks, only this time around it was both of them at once, and little by little, slowly and carefully the ferret began to ramp up the intensity of her touches. The more she did so, the more the tingling pleasantness of the massage oil returned to Serling's face even though he could feel that the oil had long since been absorbed. He felt the lingering aches and stresses within the muscles of his face being soothed, gasping at how good it felt and wondering why he didn't ask for a focus on the muscles of his cheeks more often. Soon though, it became more than just a thoroughly pleasant massage. The oil's magical effects began to take hold, and the coyote gasped as he felt Theresa's touches becoming sufficiently firm to start making a change to his face.

He felt her thumbs push in against his cheeks, but rather than simply squishing through and into his softened flesh, he instead felt the flesh, the fur, the very fabric of his body blur and blend as it was swept across the rest of his cheeks like soft clay being moulded by a master potter's delicate touch. He felt his face growing longer and sharper as Theresa smoothed and rubbed his cheeks thinner and longer, his body remaining solid, retaining this new shape rather than simply softening the more it was touched and ending up as a pleasantly soothed ball of quivering, living jelly. Soon the direction of her thumbs rubbing reversed itself, and he gasped as equally pleasantly the feeling returned as his body was squished and rubbed back into a vague approximation of its former proportions, before the changes continued once again. He felt his muzzle becoming shorter and his cheeks stockier, growing rounded and plump in appearance as he was rubbed and teased into that different state. He blushed as Theresa looked down at him and giggled, murmuring to the coyote as she stopped shifting his features for a moment and just paused to admire his somewhat flattened muzzle and the added mass, the greater roundness to his cheeks.

"Adorable..."

The more time that passed, the more bold and outrageous Theresa grew with her manipulation of the male's sculptable form. She explored his face to its limits, twisting his muzzle around into a corkscrew and stretching it alone out until his face more closely resembled that of an anteater rather than a coyote. She applied the tiniest extra bit of oil to the tips of her thumbs and teased a single layer of clay-like flesh down over his eyes, blindfolding him with his own body before sealing up his muzzle in a similar way. Unable to see, unable to speak, Serling trembled with bashful excitement, trusting in Theresa but still feeling as though every other sense had been heightened thanks to his inability to see or communicate his wishes. He quaked and murmured within his lipless maw as her hands roamed over his upper body, fingers pressing into his flesh and painting shallow patterns, trails in his fur and skin which lingered there long after her digits had departed. He gasped as she teased some of his torso a little further up than it might once have been, and blushed as he heard her giggling while her hands cupped his now larger, somewhat buxom chest, fingers not just teasing at his nipples, but rubbing them flat and coaxing them back to firm, ample peaks of bare flesh over and over again.

"You know... you rather suit a pair of breasts..."

By the time that Serling realised just how intimate her touches were becoming though, and how substantial an effect those touches were starting to have on his undeniably receptive body, he was too far gone. Enjoying them too much to care that he couldn't speak, that he couldn't remind her that this was supposed to be a professional exercise. The Spa sincerely wasn't that kind of establishment, but Serling would have been lying if he said he hadn't found himself in intimate situations with various members of staff and even other clients here over the years. When magic was in the air and when oils were being applied that could make you feel this good, it was no wonder that emotions could flare and passions rise. It was no wonder that the intimate touches between massage therapist and client could sometimes drift from the tender to the inappropriate and yet ever so enjoyable.

Perhaps that was why even when Serling felt Theresa restore to him his eyes and his speech, he didn't say a word. He just looked down at his chest and the new pair of breasts which she had coaxed and teased into being upon him, and blushed as beyond them, further down his body he saw something which until now had been present only in the very back of his mind. His reaction, his physiological, undeniable reaction to all those touches, all those rather pleasant, teasing, pleasurable interactions with his nipples.

His face burned, but as he looked bashfully, apologetically up at Theresa, the ferret didn't so much as blink. She smiled. Giggled audibly, and shook her head in reassurance. Her hands slid down his body, past his newly sculpted breasts, past his somewhat slimmer stomach from which that extra material had been skimmed, and lower still. He felt her hands upon his thighs. Caressing, touching, not really changing or manipulating anything there as though the ferret was just thinking about something for a few moments. He regarded her once again, but her gaze was no longer meeting his. She was looking elsewhere. Looking down between his thighs, between his legs at what had risen there thanks to her earlier touches.

Serling whimpered, and his eyes widened as finally the ferret's paws began to work at his strong thighs. To tease and sculpt away some of their flesh, and to move it. To shift it up a little, and towards the centre of his midriff. A ragged gasp escaped him as he felt where Theresa's hands were moving. A louder cry erupted from his muzzle as he felt her add that portion of his mass elsewhere, the massage oil's magic allowing it to not simply encircle the flesh upon which it was placed, but bond with it and become a part of it. Only... longer than before. Thicker. Bigger overall.

Honestly, Serling was glad when Theresa's face flushed at the sound of his pleasured cry, and her hands immediately roamed up his body to seal his muzzle once more. Not only did he not want them to be caught in such a... vulnerable state, he didn't want to be given the chance to lose his nerve. He didn't want to be given the chance to ask for this to stop, or even to slow down. His eyes bulged as her hands moved back towards his midsection. His body shook as she set her hands to work once again, shifting, teasing, changing the shape of his flesh like malleable clay. Working it, turning it, stroking it so delicately and yet with undeniable purpose.

He watched as she transformed his body before her eyes, and with every stroke and shift, every caress to make his body more and more beautiful and more receptive to each proceeding touch, he wordlessly howled his gratitude to the ferret through his bound, lipless muzzle as like a master craftsperson she worked his form ever closer to its perfect state, and ever closer to their shared work's completion.

By Jeeves

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