Jack the Rabbit

The masseuse starts at my shoulders, making them droop as I relax into their skilled hands. I'm a little surprised, I thought they'd skip right to the bulge under my towel but, eh, I can dig a little foreplay.

They're hands glide to my chest, I open my mouth to complain, I'd actually prefer they didn't grope me there but... huh, it's actually kinda nice. Their fingers make my flesh feel warm and hot even. Instead of demanding they stop the only noise that escapes my throat is a guttural moan. Why is this so good? Each time they squeeze, release, then squeeze again I feel more sensitive, biting my lip and silently urging them to use more force, more twisting and tugging. I feel close... My chest heaves, it feels heavier, the harder I pant, the harder my pecs wobble... feels good. Dizzying. I can't believe this is how they're gonna make me -fuck, fuck!

I cum so hard I barely hear the voice saying they were gonna move lower down, but the pair of hands molesting my swelling boobs never left their station. Instead, what must have been a second masseuse (I can't focus my eyes enough to see them??) starts rubbing my stomach. I'm shocked, did they somehow not feel the orgasm that ripped through my body? Surely, they know they can stop now... or do I get to cum more than once?

I thought by "lower" they would surely start jacking me off by now, but no, hands are rolling over my lean tummy, kneading the tiny pouch I had again and again, somehow building out my gut until there's ample paunch to obscenely play with. It's weirdly sensitive, like my womb itself was filling up my abdomen, bloating bigger and squeezing out my other, less important organs. A palm came down with a sharp smack against a particularly sensitive spot, my ovary, not that I believed it at the time. Nor did I believe that I was cumming again just from that... This can't be a normal part of the massage, right? I open my mouth to complain again, and two fingers press down on my tongue. It's yet another, additional hand... how many people are in here, touching me like this?

My tongue lights up with sensations I didn't know I could experience, the fingers prod, pinch and stroke it like they can make me -fuck, hhhng OUGH~ No way I just came again, thumb pad rubbing my swelling lips, second hand stroking my throat... I feel like such a slut, what is happening to me? My body? M-my mind...?

Two more sets of hands begin digging strong fingers into my plush thighs, squeezing the rolling flesh and slapping it encouragingly when they thicken up even further. My legs are lifted up, hands gripping my ankles like shackles and forcing my legs wide even as I quiver and cum again. More (?) hands on my ass, my cunt, my c-cock... wait, what's happen- hnn, OOOUGH~ n-not again...

My cock is being tugged meanly, crudely, and it swells up way bigger than it's ever been in reply. I grunt as fingers explore under the thickening hood, digging out build up I didn't know my body could make. (It never has before... right?) My legs shake uncontrollably as four thick fingers slip in my pussy just to pry it open enough a whole fist can slip inside, my head flies back and I gush cum all over the place. A hand (these are hands, right? How many people are in here? How can they all be touching me like this at once? Why can't I see anything?) clamps around my fat, puffy asshole like a ring, wait... why is it so thick and - OOOOUGH fuck me... they just shoved a couple fingers in it, too much! It's too much!!

I try to say something again, but my lips are so plush and fuckable they just wrap themselves around the digits all but fingering my mouth instead. The fist in my cunt goes deeper and not only scissors open my cervix but starts poking and scratching my ovary directly. I should be horrified, that isn't medically possible but mostly I'm thinking "please, fuck, molest the other one tooooooo".

I can't beg around the hand stuffing my face, but it seems my masseuses know what I need because a second fist bullies it's way in until it too is snuggly packing my uterus and finger fucking my tube wide enough it can tease my other ovary now too. I've lost track of how many orgasms I've had...

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Just when I think I'll cum myself to death the hands all pull away at once, thank fuck... it's finally over! Maybe now I can breathe and think a little and figure out what the fuck -hnn- the fuck happen -hnnd- uuh... hnng- hnnNNNG OOUGH~

Did I just cum...? Again?! I was just trying to get off the table but like, the weight of my fat tits resting on my womb filled gut, squeezing down on my -my f-fat ~mmph~ cooooooock~

Oh, fuck's sake, just thinking about it has me blowing another load... what the fuck is happening? Why is my body l-like this? So big, sensitive, hot and fuck every time I move, I feel -hnng- I gotta control myself! How am I supposed to get to my car let alone drive myself home if I can't even take a step without squirting? This can't be happening, surely these weird side effects will pass! Where'd my masseuse go, I gotta find out when this will wear off... cause I can't go back to my life if I'm gonna bust a nut just by breathing too hard...

It took me like an hour just to drag my shuddering flesh to the front desk and demand an answer but the lady there just looked confused, I did ask for the 'Happily Ever After' no? I scoffed, face hot and red as I nut yet again right in the lobby where several strangers were watching... "Yeah I asked for that but this -fffffuck- this isn't -oourrgh, ooooh~ this isn't what that m-means -unff- r-right? This can't be -mmph- my body for -for -forrrrrrr -oooooOOOOOOHHH~~~"