"Dress down to a comfortable level..."

The client's name had been Isaac. When he showed up he seemed like a pretty average guy, albeit a tad on the shorter side. Checking in went fine, and he was generally very kind and polite, if a small bit quiet, giving quick short answers to any questions or statements you gave him... if anything he seemed to be shy as opposed to rude or outright unfriendly. When you were leading him to one of the massage rooms, already well prepared for his appointment, you noticed how he walked, his body sashaying under his flowing somewhat oversized shirt and pants, those hips wagging side to side... and with every wag, an ever so gentle wet clap. You snapped out of it when you realized how odd it probably was to get so distracted by somebody's movement, looking back to him and smiling as you stepped to the side of the room's doorway, pulling a blackout curtain behind hanging beads aside, the ferret gasping cutely, his eyes dazzled by the setup of the room before him. "Go ahead on in." You smiled, the mustelid nodding and setting forth, yourself filing in behind him, your demeanor cooled again now that you had work to take your mind off your earlier pondering. You folded your hands over your front, letting him take in the space for a moment.

It was a small room, dimply lit by a few candles and a single overhead light, itself kept just bright enough to keep the table within view for the masseuse, but to allow the client to be unbothered. The candles were gentle, unscented, two little flames flickering and dancing below the table and casting their surroundings in a warm golden glow. If this weren't comfortable enough, there had also been plenty of incense lit, the room high and well ventilated enough to keep it from being made smoky by the sticks, the only remainder of them being their pleasant herbal scent. A mixture of frankincense, myrrh, and other old aromas, all carefully chosen for their healing and restorative properties. Lastly, over the table were set some warmed stones, their surface heating up the soft towel laid upon it. The whole sight was carefully curated and lovingly accomplished by yourself and another assistant, nothing pleasing yourself more than the look on a client's face when they finally see everything before them. His tail was wagging, his ears perked up, the sight absolutely adorable, his clothes shifting over his assumedly thin form, his hands kept cupped by his chest.

Finally, to seal the deal, you softly depressed the play button on the in-room speaker system, gentle relaxing music playing. The album was something ambient and experimental, the dulcet tones only further setting Isaac at ease, his shoulders gently slumping as his ears flicked at the sudden stimulus. You smiled to him, speaking up again, "We've prepared refreshments for you, feel free to enjoy as much as you like, if you need a refill we'll have more made. It's water infused with lime, lemon, and orange, all organic of course; all of this with a touch of house-grown mint! I'll leave you alone for a moment to settle in with your surroundings, take this time to dress down to a comfortable level." You kept your tone gentle, something about the ferret calming you yourself, his whole demeanor sweet, himself cute. Before excusing yourself fully you gently took up the stones, still a little on the warm side, setting them below the table, themselves cool enough to not be a fire hazard. As you were wrapping up this task he nodded to you, yourself taking it as a queue to step out. As you stood a short ways outside the room you could hear the shifting of fabric alongside the next track picking up, a smooth calming river accompanied by a synth joining the sounds of the man removing his clothes. He seemed to be humming gently, almost a little nervously as he set about whatever he was doing in there, the sound peaking your curiosity... especially as you picked up another noise.

It was something distinctly wet, almost slick, like something slippery sliding up against something else... all combined with occasional wet claps and plaps, far noisier than the earlier ones you remembered hearing. Just as you begin to think deeper on it the noise ceases, and after giving another moment for the ferret to get comfortable on the table, you part the curtain and step inside again. The first thing to hit you is the scent... it's deep, rich, almost indescribably potent... It immediately filled your nostrils, and despite its intense and musky overtones... it left you wanting more, to bring your snout directly to the source, wherever that may be... As you were sniffling at the air, then came the sound... Gentle, wet, a soft squishy slurping, that sound of something sliding against something again... Like two big globes colliding and mushing at each other, vying for dominance, but both equally too voluminous to overpower the other... Alongside that was this odd slurping, occasionally accompanied by a moist slurping hollow gurgle, often followed up by a gentle sputtering squelch... it was delicious, a symphony to the ears, and you soon knew why as your eyes caught up. Isaac wasn't just laid over the table, wrapped in a towel like you'd expected. In fact, nothing about him was as you thought it would be.

It seemed beneath those baggy clothes he'd been hiding the body of a true flesh and blood Venus. His arms, gentle and skinny, led to his upper, a delicate and barely sculpted upper which smoothly cascaded via his adorably slim grabbable waist into a slowly widening and fattening lower... until it all flared out, terminating in the widest sides you'd ever seen on a man... maybe even wider than any women you'd worked with... Those child bearing hips led of course to his butt cheeks, and his haunches were glorious. There was no guessing or thinking on your past needed, you knew these were the biggest and fattest most wobbly dough globes you'd ever had the delight of laying your eyes upon. They jiggled even as he laid still, their enormous round shapes bouncing in a wide arc, rolling to the sides before crashing together, the source of that noise you'd heard earlier finally made oh-so-deliciously apparent as his now rippling booty cheeks came together. Of course, they could never fully slam shut, their wild quaking dance cut short by the most plump turd cutter you'd ever seen... better yet, it was flexing, the deliciously wrinkled center of his puffy soft almost candy-like hole pursing ever tighter every few moments, excitedly and wetly winking at you. As his moist sweat-drenched no doubt high mileage shitter relaxed you could hear that guzzling noise that resonated from the room earlier, the noise now clearly being his hollowed out logchute sucking up the nice clean air around it, his bruised battered radiantly hut sweltering bowels tainting it as his pussy clenched up, finally setting the stage for all that pressure to ripple out, the wet slimy sputtering now clearly rising from his shithole's sloppy noisy announcements of its presence, those hot musky loose gurgling farts.

You flushed, now able to put two and two about the scent and humid air filling the room together, especially as your eyes wandered past his deliciously used asshole and his shiny butthole piercings, rolling down his sweaty perineum, further slickened by the slime that would occasionally rocket and gurgle up alongside his gaping rippling chute's roaring winds to land on his big soft suckable balls. They were deliciously plump and full, just like his fat rump and his big swollen shitsplitter, his powerful slimy clenches making his testes jump, visibly flexing, the ferret's balls tensing and relaxing as his asshole pulsated, those lovely sweltering and sweaty saggy orbs hanging well below his ass, laid out on the table for you to delight in as you devoured every inch of his body. You could swear you almost felt yourself drooling, his whole body a delicious sweaty wet dream for you, its radiant heat reaching you even as you stood a meter or so from his backside... The stimulation was impossible to handle, that delicious intense intoxicating odor rising off his drenched steamy musk-billowing ass crack, those incredible slurping sputtering frothy squelches, and god that candy soft fart-blowing steampipe and those plump churning testes...

Your senses were so overwhelmed that you just had to fulfill the rest, approaching him from behind, your tongue practically hanging out, your hands reaching without you feeling as though you even made the conscious decision to do so, Isaac's gorgeous form so delightfully mind-bogglingly beautiful that you just had to delight in it... Just as you were about to take a hold of that huge bouncy ass your mind overcame your lust, your body almost in pain as your needier side yelled out at your better judgement, your trembling hands slowly coming to rest on the table as your face practically glowed bright red. You looked over to him, his face laid in the headrest, the ferret clearly already well comforted... at least cozy enough to let all this hang out before you... You huffed, the air potently thick with the sweltering sweaty scent of his big beefy blown out shitter and his fat nuts, his sweaty ass not helping any; so shiny and slick it was that you could practically see your reflection in those big plush silk-soft globes... The air was dense and visibly steamy, hot air rising off the ferret's glorious wobble wagon, his haunches jiggling as he laid there beneath you, awaiting the true start of the appointment, one of your spa's well known and deeply rejuvenating massages... Of course, you didn't feel relaxed at all, your heart racing as you fought yourself from shoving your tongue up that sweaty turdpipe, or worse, punching your whole hand in just to see if it was as loose as its battered soft wrinkly form implied... Biting your lip you held back, ducking dangerously close to his huge ass, almost leaning in to lick the surface of his heaving cheek, managing to shake your mind clear as you drew up a bottle of lavender scented massage oil, pouring some of it onto your hands and rubbing them in.

You huffed further, blushing all the more as you knew what you were about to have to do... that you were about to need to hold back as hard as you possibly could while massaging the most deliciously knock-dead gorgeous person you'd met in your life... rubbing each and every kink, every muscle, and every delicious plush soft inch of that glorious larder... This was going to be a lot harder than any of your usual clients... even harder than some of the more attractive ones in memory...

You gulp as you reach out and...

Hey all! I've posted up a poll for an idea of a fun thing I (and we all!) could do for this story, I think you'll dig it so bear with the sudden break in this story! PLEASE check out that poll and thank y'all for reading this far~!

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And it's complete! I can definitely say this is one of the most complex pieces I've done in a while, but I'm all the more proud of it for that reason. I gotta say that a lot of the effects and shading that I foresaw being annoying to do actually weren't as bad as I thought they would be, everything sort of came together as I worked at it, and after a while of my pen leading my hand... here we are!

This was a total mammoth of a project so I'm really excited to see it releasing, I think it's funny how I often try to limit the scope of things for the sake of not exhausting myself, and then do projects that are wide in scale anyways... but I'm happier for it. Pieces like this are a big part of why I enjoy art so much, and I am really proud to have it complete! Hopefully y'all will love it too, because I'm really excited to finally be fully unveiling it! Thank you for your support throughout me working on this, and for sticking with me despite how long it was taking with me. You're all very wonderful! ^^

This is a seriously great track from one of Discovery Zone's latest albums, you should check out the full album too!

Cheers~!