(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Rio's eyes locked onto yours, and she smiled. "I think your reflexes are improving, Matt." She said with a hint of approval.
After a few moments, Lauren emerged. Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as you beheld your mother in all of her towering glory, and you felt indecent for even looking at her.
Thankfully, you had enough common sense to sprint to the opposite end of the bench from Rio, as you knew enough to believe that fate would try everything to screw you over. Sure enough, Lauren plopped right onto the spot you had just been without even glancing down, her bodacious booty quivering like a bowl of jelly as it impacted against the bench. It was only after she settled into her seat that she glanced to her side, spotted you, and smiled, fully unaware of what she'd just done.
After another minute, Alyssa returned from one of the employee-only doors. With a full smile, she approached the bench and bent down towards you. "Hey cutie. Ready for your massage, little guy? Eric, one of our professional masseuses for itty bitty guys like you, is all ready for you!"
The woman's casually and innocently condescending language usage was still a bit worrying, but you shook off the thoughts and smiled. "I'm certainly ready!"
"Great!" Alyssa beamed. She held her palm out to you and you hopped on. As she stood, Alyssa regarded your mother and Rio. "I'll be back in a few minutes to lead you to your rooms, ladies. We're doing a bit of room shuffling right now, so excuse some of the mess and disorderliness."
Lauren smiled softly. "It's no problem, honey. As long as I get my massage out of it, that's enough for me!"
Rio nodded. "It's the same with me. Don't let us be a burden on you."
With that, Alyssa turned on her heel and walked down the hall towards the massage parlor rooms. She walked past the first two rooms, which were currently in use, and approached the third door. Standing on a miniature platform at chest height by the door was another tiny. He had blonde hair, looked to be about thirty, and was dressed in the same employee attire as Alyssa and the other masseuses. His name was Eric, and he was one of the two affected masseuses at Golden Hawk Resort.
Alyssa grinned at him, and held out the same palm you were on. She then started walking, her sudden movement nearly tossing you and Eric off.
Eric cried out in confusion. "Alyssa! We're in Room Three today! That's why I was standing there!"
Alyssa looked down at him with a motherly smile, like she was dealing with a naïve child. "No, we were switching around the equipment, remember? All of your stuff is set up in Room Five." She grinned. "I mean, I was the one who made the schedule changes, Eric. It'd be a bit of a mess if I ended up getting it all twisted."
Eric, though still appearing unconvinced, couldn't argue with her logic. "If...you say so, Alyssa."
With a pep in her step, Alyssa crossed to the end of the hall, where the fifth and final private massage room awaited her. Pushing open the door, Alyssa strolled inside. You beheld the room around you.
It was your first time inside of a private massage room, but you'd heard enough and seen enough pictures to recognize everything. The room was dimly lit with candles, and the scent of soothing aromas wafted from every corner. Along the wall was a lengthy countertop filled to the brim with towels, rags, specialty liquids and chemicals, bowls of heated oil, hot rocks, and so much more. And, of course, in the center of the room was the massage bed itself, which looked to be made of heavenly soft plush material.
Said material was also, slightly alarmingly, tan colored.
It was also, confusingly, full-sized.
However, before Eric could voice any concerns, Alyssa unceremoniously dumped you and him from her palm onto the bed, the impact slightly squishing the both of you. Still apparently oblivious to how destructive her actions had been thus far, Alyssa gave the two of you a full smile.
"Enjoy your massage!" She cheered. "Golden Hawk Resort has the best and most relaxing massages in the world, so you're in for a treat, lil cutie!" Giggling, Alyssa skipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
You groaned and sat up. "Well...that was more eventful than I expected."
Eric shrugged. "That's Alyssa for you. She's..." He blushed. "...well, she's crushed and squished me more times than I can count. She's a total airhead, but she's good at her job and...uh...really pretty."
You laughed. "Hey, I can relate, man. Anyway, do you just want me to lie down?"
Eric stood up and stretched. "Sure thing. It's been a while since I've had a fellow affected guy to massage, but you can trust that I'll give you an awesome experience. And..." He glanced around the room. "...even though Alyssa clearly didn't set up my stuff in here, we'll make it work. At least we know we won't be bothered after Alyssa switches on the 'OCCUPIED' sign."
*****
Alyssa closed the door to Room Five behind herself, and with the practiced ease of muscle memory and years of experience, reached behind herself to flip the hanging sign by the door from 'VACANT' to 'OCCUPIED'. She didn't even check back over her shoulder to ensure she'd flipped it the right way, as she was fully confident in her abilities after performing the action thousands of times before. She was still jazzed about being able to talk to such a cute tiny. It wasn't everyday she got to hold and flirt with one of the adorable squishy guys.
Of course, had she actually looked behind herself, she would've realized that, in her enthusiasm, she'd propelled the hanging sign to flip twice as fast as she usually did, and it went straight from 'VACANT' to 'OCCUPIED' and then right back to 'VACANT', settling into place. The oblivious girl was blissfully unaware of her colossal blunder.
Making it back to the changing room, Alyssa grinned at Lauren. "It's your lucky turn, miss! Ready for the massage of a lifetime?"
Your mother eagerly stood up and bounded over to the younger woman. "More than anything! Lead the way!"
Parting with Rio, Alyssa and Lauren entered the hallway. Alyssa stopped at Room One, where she rapped her knuckles against the door. After a moment's delay, the door swung open, revealing an attractive, top-heavy, black-haired woman in her late twenties. The woman's nametag was labeled as 'Gina'.
Gina flashed a confident smile. "Is it my turn?" She asked, giving your mother a handshake as introduction.
Alyssa nodded. "Yep! Your room is all cleaned and prepared for you."
"And it's Room Three, right?" Gina inquired, already moving towards that door as your mother followed. "I think that's what the schedule said."
Alyssa furrowed her brow. "Huh? No, it's Room Five. Why would you be in Room Three? That's the one we just moved the tiny equipment into. It's Eric's room...right?" The girl tapped her chin. "Gosh, you've got me all confused now."
Gina frowned and jogged to the end of the hall. She reached Room Five, and took note of the sign. "Hey, this one's open. You were right, sorry!"
Alyssa pumped her fist. "Hah, knew it! Never doubt me again, Gina!" She laughed, then ran off to fetch Rio.
Rolling her eyes at her co-workers exuberance, Gina opened the door for your mother, flipped the sign to 'OCCUPIED', and then entered and closed the door.
*****
For at least five blissful minutes, you were able to transcend to a new plane of existence. Eric was undoubtedly a master masseuse, and the way he worked into your sore muscles was nothing short of amazing. You had nearly fallen asleep already. The only thing you did notice, though, was how comical it was that you and him were using a full-size bed for a massage that took up about three inches of the six-foot thing. It'd be a funny sight if someone walked in on you, as impossible as that was. They'd probably have a hard time seeing you, at that.
As if to answer your sleepy idle thoughts, the door swung open unexpectedly, and both you and Eric cried out in surprise. That surprise turned to abject terror as the gigantic forms of your mother and another masseuse strolled into the room. Why where they in your room? Had there been some sort of mix-up? Why was fate always so cruel?
As the masseuse closed the door and Lauren dropped her towel to stand before you stark naked, Eric's jaw dropped and your eyes went wide. Whatever happened next, it wasn't going to be good.
What happens next?
1) Neither woman notices you, and you and Eric can only desperately scramble for safety as Lauren mounts onto the massage bed.
2) Gina spots you and Eric, and whisks you off to another empty room where you can have your massage in peace. However, do you really get to relax, or does yet another freak incident spell trouble for you and your tiny masseuse?
3) Your mother and Gina both spot you. Lauren, hit with a brilliant idea, proposes that her and Gina AND you and Eric can use the massage bed at the same time. She'll just try to be careful and not squish you. Gina, figuring the customer is always right, sides with Lauren's plan, and neither woman waits for you and Eric to respond. You and Eric simply move to the edge of the bed as Lauren climbs on. You have a sinking feeling this will go terribly.
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