Hot Tub - New Starts

“I don’t get how you don’t think it’s weird”, Liam said as he put on the white cotton dressing gown, following his friends through the spa. “An all expenses paid trip to a spa for us three?”

“Maybe it’s because we’re top performers in the company or something”, Ross said with a laugh.

“Oh yeah, that’ll have to be it”, Frank added sarcastically, stepping out of the log cabin that each man had just had a refreshing massage in. After the dim lights inside, the sun felt blinding. “I’ve decided I’m not going to question it. If there’s been some mistake in the finance department that’s led to us three being sent here, it’s their loss, not ours.” The other two men followed him outside, nodding in agreement. Despite how strange it was that the three friends were randomly selected for the trip out, they definitely appreciated it. None of them had ever gone to a spa before and were feeling more refreshed than they thought possible. As their bare feet plodded along the dry stones, they could hear soft music playing, a relaxing ambience that put their minds at ease.

“Let’s finish up with a hot tub. I think my muscles are still aching from that massage”, Liam said, spotting the bubbling pool over by some sun loungers.

“They’ll feel better tomorrow!” Ross said, smirking. “If not, I guess we’ll have to come back.”

When they got closer to the hot tub, the three men realised that it was already occupied. A woman was sat in it, resting her head on her hand as she gazed lazily out towards the woodland that surrounded the spa. She looked so serene that Frank almost felt sorry for disturbing her.

“Sorry, is there room for us to get in?” Frank asked, Liam and Ross standing beside him. He knew the answer – obviously there was room in the massive hot tub. Frank was trying to be polite and avoid asking the awkward question of ‘Can us three guys get inside an enclosed space with you, mostly naked?’

The woman turned around, smiling. She stared at the three men for a moment and Frank felt immediately uncomfortable. It seemed as though she was taking them all in, appraising them. He could hear his two friends behind him nervously shifting on their feet.

“Of course! I’d love some company!” the woman said after what seemed like an age. Her smile suddenly set them at ease. She moved over to one side of the tub, making room for them to step in. Frank, Liam, and Ross all took off their gowns, dumping them on the ground beside the tub and got in. The water was hot, but not uncomfortably so. It came to just over their swimming trunks, a fine layer of pleasant-smelling foam mottling the surface of the water. While the tub seemed large with only the woman in it, now that all three men were inside, their shoulders awkwardly touching and their feet sharing the same space, it was feeling far more crowded and intimate than they expected. “I’m Cathy, good to meet you all”, the woman said, extending one hand out towards them all. As the men shook it and introduced themselves, Cathy’s touch lingered on Frank, the man quickly looking away, sheepish.

“Is this your first time for you all at the spa?” Cathy asked.

“How can you tell?” Ross said.

“You look like you’re surprised at how relaxed you are”, Cathy said, smirking. Frank couldn’t help but chuckle – she was right. This was a taste of the high life, and it was clearly a taste that was unfamiliar to them all.

“What about you?” Frank asked, his body now adjusting to the heat of the water. “Do you come here often?”

“From time to time”, Cathy said, opaquely. “I try to swing by whenever I need to relax a little.”

The men all nodded sagely. They took in the pause in conversation for the moment. There were still sounds – the distant rustling of wind through the trees, the bassy bubbling of the tub, and all of this overlaid with the peaceful music that was softly reminding them to put their worries aside. Frank closed his eyes and let the water take control, stretching out his legs, letting their buoyancy play against the water. Instinctively he pulled his leg back, feeling it brush against the soft skin of someone else. When he opened his eyes, Cathy was flashing him a smile before turning to his friends.

“So are you all local?” she asked.

“Yeah”, Liam said, resting his arms on the side of the tub. “We all work in analytics in the city.”

“Wow, that sounds…” Cathy said, her voice trailing off.

“Boring?” Ross joked, the group laughing.

“You said it, not me”, Cathy said with a grin. “I’m local too, though I tend to move around a lot. Lots of friends all over.”

“Doesn’t your girlfriend know a Cathy, Ross?” Liam asked.

“Yeah. Though I’ve never met her”, he responded, looking to Cathy. “You know a Michaela Green? Works in marketing?”

“Yes!”, Cathy said excitedly. “Michaela’s been my girlfriend since we were kids!”

“Girlfriend?” Frank asked, confused. He looked to Ross, worried, who promptly shoved him on the shoulder.

“Girls sometimes call their friends ‘girlfriends’, idiot”, Ross said with a mocking scoff, prompting more laughter.

“Oh, sorry”, Frank said with a nervous laugh. He’d never considered the non-romantic use of the word. Cathy touched his hand reassuringly.

“Don’t be”, she said, gently. Frank could feel himself blushing. He wasn’t used to being so close to someone so attractive, and he could tell Cathy was seeing right through his faux casualness. She reached her hand back and it moved gracefully to the side of the tub, water dripping onto the stones beneath. “Do you mind if I turn the jets on?” she asked, one red painted nail hovering over a button.

“Go ahead!” Ross said. Cathy pressed it, and soon a rush of warmer water was furiously whooshing through the tub, the surface now too foamy to see the blur of their bodies beneath.

Frank had expected the hot tub to be little more than an awkward shared bath, but with the jets on he realised it was completely different. At first, they were uncomfortable, the water feeling as though it was blowing too hard against his skin. He adjusted his position, and soon found himself at ease, the hot, high-pressure water feeling as though it was painlessly scouring his skin and cleaning his pores. Looking at his friends beside him, their heads stretching back in bliss, he knew they were feeling the same. He took a long breath and felt his worries slipping away. Cathy watched the three men with a bemused interest.

Beneath the water, the men’s skin began to change. Whatever dirt still clung to their skin after their deep clean earlier that day was gone. The jets grew slightly stronger, and with a soft tingle, the men felt the hair across their legs being blown away. Cathy pressed another button, prompting a sudden burst of water that splashed over the men.

“Sorry!” she said, smiling innocently. “My hand slipped!” The men rolled their eyes sarcastically, soon settling back down as the relaxation took over once more. Where the water had splashed them, their hair was sliding away, the body hair of the men vanishing into the filters of the hot tub. As the jets stabilised to a more constant stream, their skin was left softer and more sensitive than ever. Cathy let the men relax, almost trance like, for a moment more. Her smooth voice brought them out of it, as if being softly woken from a dream.

“So, what else have you all done at the spa today?” she asked, one hand curling underneath her chin as the men looked at her, blearily.

“We all had a really good massage earlier”, Frank said.

“Yeah, I felt like my bones were all put back into place!” Liam said. Unknowingly, the men all began to stretch and relax more in the water. Cathy watched as their bones slowly begun to change.

“Well, that sounds blissful”, she said, her voice as warm as the water. The men’s shoulders quietly adjusted, shrinking down. Underneath the rumbling of the jets, she was certain she could hear six dull pops as the men’s waists grew wider. Just then, Ross let out a loud yawn, which soon infectiously spread to the other men.

“Sorry, I must be more relaxed than I thought!” Ross said.

“Don’t be! That’s what you’re here to do”, Cathy reassured them. Each of the men now were sat lower in the tub, their softer, smaller bodies leaving a lot more room. The waterline now lapped at their torsos, just below their nipples. “Did you have any other treatments?” Cathy asked. “You might as well make the most of it if you’re here on the company’s money.” Frank furrowed his brow as he tried to remember other treatments from the day. The memory of it was obscured in his mind, as if hidden behind the steam rising from the tub.

“I think we had a manicure?” Liam said at last.

“Oh yeah! I remember now!”, Ross said with a giggle.

The thought of receiving a manicure was strange to Frank. He was certain that his nails were chewed and cracked, but when he looked at his hands he could see pristine nails, finished with a glossy shine. They seemed smaller than he remembered, but he knew that they had always been this size. He caught a flash of light from beneath the water as something reflected off of his toenails.

“A pedicure, too!” he said. “My feet have never felt so soft!” Cathy nodded understandingly.

“I love getting my feet looked after! Makes me feel like I can walk with confidence”, she added. The men all let out an approvingly murmur, agreeing with the woman. Somehow, they all knew she was right. “What else did you have?”

“I got my hair done!” Liam said proudly. As Frank watched, he could see that his friend’s hair was a dusky blonde, pulled up behind his face with two long strands framing his features.

“We all did!” Ross added, his hair having grown longer, a casual plait resting on one shoulder. Frank’s hand went to his own hair. He could feel it was softer than he remembered, but he reasoned that that must have been the conditioner they used at their earlier session. When he had first stepped into the tub, he was certain that neither he nor his friends had had anything done with their hair, but he put the thought aside, bringing his long blonde hair behind him, keeping it out of the water.

“Well, they did a great job!” Cathy said, smiling knowingly. “It all really suits you, very cute!” Frank could feel his cheeks growing rosy at the compliment, even if it wasn’t only directed at him. His ponytail tickled his neck as he leant back. He strangely thought that he had never considered long hair before, but somehow Cathy made it seem like the right decision.

“I think my favourite part of the day was the facial”, Liam said. Frank found himself nodding in agreement. He couldn’t quite remember the details of the facial, but he was certain he and his friends had had one. He took a deep breath, worried that the heat of the tub was getting to him.

“Me too!” Ross said. “They did a deep massage on our faces. We had face masks, cleansers – the works!”

“Yeah, it even cleared up my acne scars!” Liam said, delighted.

“You’ve never had acne scars, Liam! Your skin has always been gorgeous”, Ross said petulantly. Frank looked between his two friends. Ross was right: he couldn’t remember a time when Liam’s skin wasn’t as glowing as it was today. His friends were as they always had been – beautiful, soft faces, smiling and laughing. The bubbles cleared momentarily in front of Frank, and he looked down as his own face looking back. His cheekbones were high, his jawline tapering down in a feminine point. His nose wasn’t as broad and long as he thought, with its slight upturn and symmetrical bridge, but perhaps it had just been too long since he looked in a mirror? As he stared at his reflection, he was silently thankful that his makeup was still looking good, highlighting the natural beauty present in his face. Looking at Liam and Ross, he was glad to see that theirs was looking perfect too.

“I’m so jealous of all of your make up!” Cathy said, as if plucking the thoughts straight from Frank’s mind. “Do you wear it often?”

“I don’t think so”, Frank said, his voice quiet.

“Not all the time!” Liam quickly added. “But we all like to put a good face on – especially for special occasions like this!” he said, one wet hand gesturing around at the spa.

“Got to impress the boys, right?” Cathy said with a smirk. There was a pause as the three men processed her words. Their furrowed brows soon softened, and they nodded enthusiastically.

“I thought you have a girlfriend? We were just speaking about her earlier”, Frank said, looking to Ross. His friend rolled his eyes.

“God, Frank! You can be so ditzy sometimes! You’ve got a girlfriend, not me.”

For a second, Frank felt confused. What was Ross talking about? He didn’t have a girlfriend, did he? Cathy’s voice soon distracted him from his disorientating thoughts.

“You know, they’ve got a fantastic consultant here. Last time I visited they worked out this whole diet plan for me…” she said, looking at the group of rapidly changing men before her.

“We did that!” Liam said.

“Yeah! They were wonderful – I feel like I’ll be able to get my perfect body in no time!” Ross said, smiling prettily. “They said I had great thighs for skiing, nice and thick!” he added with a laugh.

As they relaxed, the memory of the consultation began to take hold of each man. Beneath the water, their bodies were bubbling and changing. Muscle that had built up over years of attempts at the gym was fading. A thin layer of fat now covered whatever muscles they had left, leaving them soft and pliable. The fat continued to bubble, clinging to their hips. Frank felt himself adjusting in his seat as he rose slightly, the far making his already wider hips positively curvy. He could feel his body becoming more buoyant, but the relaxation he was feeling overwhelmed any potential feelings of panic.

The fat continued its way upwards, and the men all instinctively leant back against the cooler edge of the tub, their bodies becoming submerged. Fat was building in their chests, rising into soft, squishy mounds as the water lapped against them. Their nipples grew slightly, the heat of the water sending a shiver of sensitive pleasure through them all. A soft moan escaped Frank’s lips, helpless to the sensations. His voice was rising higher and higher.

Cathy’s voice, his own now sounding far more similar in tone, drew him gently out of the world of relaxation he was in.

“I love your tops by the way. I should have mentioned it earlier!” Cathy said, directing it at them all. Each of them looked down, where only moments before they could have sworn they were wearing swimming trunks, now they were wearing women’s bathing costumes. The fabric had changed under the water, clinging snugly to their newly feminine forms. The fabric was wet and slick. Frank could feel his breasts gently supported in the strapless bikini he was wearing, a matching pair of light blue pants delicately covering his more sensitive parts. Liam and Ross were unthinkingly adjusting their own outfits, ensuring their breasts were adequately covered.

“You mentioned boys earlier, right?” Cathy asked them. “Anyone you have your eyes on?”

Ross smiled, looking down at the water.

“You don’t mind a bit of gossiping, do you?” Cathy said, already knowing the answer.

“Well, there’s this one guy…” Ross said coyly. “He’s really cute. We get the same bus sometimes, and he always tries to sit next to me. Even if there are spaces elsewhere.”

“That’s a sign!” Frank found himself saying with excitement.

“Are you sure?” Ross said. “I don’t want to assume. Maybe he just likes the seat or something?”

“God, you’re so innocent!” Liam said with a giggle. “He’s definitely into you! You need to ask him out!”

“Ugh!” Ross said, tossing his long hair back. “Boys are so complicated. I don’t even know his name!” He turned to look at Frank. “At least you don’t have to deal with all that, right?”

“Right?” Frank questioned back, feeling odd. He knew somehow that his friends were never into guys, but how candidly they spoke of the experience seemed more genuine than ever. There was real passion in how Ross spoke – they were genuinely into the mysterious man on the bus. Frank could imagine the butterflies that he must feel every time the man locked eyes with Ross before taking his seat. However, he knew that he didn’t feel the same. For all this talk of boys and their affectations, it didn’t stir anything in him.

“Right”, Cathy said, taking his hand beneath the water. Her eyes looked deep into his own, and he felt a loving connection between them, once that had been established for some time. Frank realised why he wasn’t into guys: he had everything he wanted, right here with Cathy.

“Do you mind if I turn the jets up?” she said, smirking. A childish giggle crept between them all.

“Go ahead”, Frank said, curious how the water would feel. Cathy pressed a few buttons, increasing the pressure, and soon they were being squirted by powerful jets beneath the water. Frank wriggled pleasurably in his seat, but no matter where he turned, it was as if the jets were focused on his genitals. From the soft sighs from Liam and Ross, he knew they were going through the same.

As the water pressed hard against them, underneath their swimming costumes, their manhoods were shrinking. Their testes retracted, sliding up into their bodies, and their shaft reduced down smaller and smaller, its sensitivity increasing with every inch lost. A slit opened up for each of them, leaving them all with a soaked and sensitive vagina.

“Shall we get some drinks, ladies?” Cathy said, pressing a button to still the jets. “Don’t worry, I’m buying, Francine”, she said, resting her hand on the thigh of her girlfriend. Francine nodded, the name taking hold, along with a whole life of new yet familiar memories with her girlfriend that left her smiling cheerfully.

“What about you two, Tia, Rebecca?” Cathy asked, the women accepting the offer with an excited nod.

Soon, their drinks were produced: bright red liquid shining in the sunlight, berries bobbing peacefully in the potent smelling drink.

“What are we toasting?” Francine asked, looking to Cathy.

“To new starts!” she said, clinking their glasses with a smile.

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