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This vignette was written for Serling as part of their Patreon commission reward for July 2019. It contains massage related size play/growth related fun. :3

A Little Something Extra

Serling sighed.

Sometimes when he took on experimental treatments for the Spa in exchange for some free sessions at a later date, he found himself exposed to new and bizarrely wonderful experiences the likes of which he never could have dreamed before. But, other times, like today, the coyote found himself lying flat on a massage table receiving a very dull, very average massage which didn't even have the benefit of being infused with a full dose of the Spa's usual magical massage oil. Before the massage had started of course, he'd been given a pill. And that pill, supposedly at least, was what had been meant to make this massage truly special. Thus far though whatever magical and transformative effects that pill was supposed to be having upon him, they were failing to materialise in spectacular fashion. If the pill was meant to replace the need for massage oil or perform any other notable feat insofar as helping to relax Serling was concerned, it wasn't doing a great job... or indeed any noticeable job at all. Thus all that Serling could do was lie flat on his stomach, and try to remind himself that the perfectly competent but utterly unremarkable massage he was receiving from the dalmatian standing over him was his ticket to another half dozen vastly more satisfying massages, even if this one itself was wholly lacking in that regard.

Closing his eyes and trying to doze, hoping that if he fell asleep then the time would pass faster and he could go back to reception and try and use one of his freebies for another session this same week, Serling could feel the ever so slight tingling of the Spa's uniquely patented massage oil against his skin. Not softening and rendering his whole body gooey and malleable to the extremes which he normally loved, but certainly making him a little more stretchable. He was tempted to ask the massage therapist working at his shoulders to make use of that fact, to start tugging at his limbs and stretching him at angles which might not normally be possible. But, the whole point of these sessions was to adjudicate how pleasant and how suitable these treatments might be for future inclusion in the Spa's normal rotation of offered options. Thus, it would really be unfair of Serling to ask for the whole style of massage to be changed to suit his personal tastes better, rather than simply letting it play out as planned and offering his honest feedback after the fact.

A minute or so later though, something did happen which was at least unique to this massage, if not wholly impressive or actively pleasant a feature of it. From somewhere within a pocket in the dalmatian massage therapist's green linen uniform, a timer beeped, and while continuing to work the fingers of his hands over Serling's shoulders in the same totally average manner as before, the dog addressed the coyote in a calm, gentle tone.

"Your massage will begin soon."

Serling blinked, and raised his head slightly from the indentation in the massage table, only to sigh and lower it back down again as he felt the dalmatian gently touch the back of his head, encouraging him to lie flat and still once again.

"Wait, s-so... if you're saying my massage is about to start, what have you been doing? Uh, no offence."

The coyote's face flushed as he considered the tone of his words and what he'd been thinking about the massage from the dog since it had started. If the man standing beside him took his comments the slightest bit negatively though, he did a supremely excellent job of hiding it. He chuckled softly, and when he answered Serling's question, everything that the coyote had experienced so far made so, so much more sense in the way that only a treatment at this incredible and impossible Spa ever could.

"I'm just your massage therapist's assistant. Here to ensure that you're suitably loosened up for her treatment, and to make sure that everything goes okay once she... well, once what's about to happen starts to happen. She's the expert here. In fact, the Spa sought her out by name because of her pioneering work with IMT."

Serling tilted his head slightly, though kept it in the hole this time as he did so.

"IMT?"

The dalmatian murmured in the affirmative, and a moment before he spoke, Serling felt his stomach jiggle. He didn't feel queasy or the slightest bit unwell in any sense. He didn't feel dizzy or that weird sensation of having left your stomach behind which arose when you accelerated particularly swiftly in a car. This was a much more physical, tangible sensation of something pressing against and manipulating the flesh of his stomach itself, only from within rather than without. And, in that same moment before the dalmatian more fully answered Serling's question, he felt a rush of that same tingling sensation which accompanied the presence of the Spa's magical massage oil being applied to his flesh and fur, only once again deep within the interior of his body.

"That's right, Internal Massage Therapy. With my boss's patented shrinking technology she was able to slip inside that pill you swallowed so she could massage your body from the inside out. Normally we used this technique on a smaller scale, to relieve internal muscular spasms and other more acute issues. But, when the Spa reached out and we learned about their massage oil, they collaborated to come up with this new therapy. More extreme, more holistic in its treatment, and... well, more fun, too."

Serling gasped, though pleasantly so as he felt something jiggle inside his stomach once more, and moments later felt the tiniest but most unmistakable pair of hands start to rub and to massage his tingling, massage-oil softened stomach from the inside. It was an utterly unique, incomparable sensation that made the coyote's tail twitch and his toes curl, and though he now understood why the man massaging his back hadn't been of the quality he was used to from Spa employees, the skill in every single one of those delicate, micro-scaled touches from within himself only served to highlight more and more to Serling what he had been missing until now.

"O-ohh..."

He murmured in wonder as once again the hands rubbed and pressed against him from the inside, though this time covering more surface area as though there were more of them, or like they were getting larger. The more area they were able to cover, the more prominently too that Serling could feel the effects of the massage oil which had been released into his stomach alongside his massage therapist. He could feel the walls of his stomach stretching with ease against the woman's touch, and after a short while longer found himself so enraptured by the feeling that he couldn't help but roll over where he was lying to rest upon his back. This allowed Serling to peer down at his own stomach, and sure enough he giggled and squirmed in wide eyed wonder as no sooner had he looked down at his belly, he saw the complete outline of first one, then another tiny little hand pressing up against his massage-oil enhanced, now extra malleable skin.

"Oh gosh, is... is it just me, or... a-ahhhh... or are her hands getting bigger?"

Serling's eyes rolled back in overwhelmed delight as he spoke, these feelings so relaxing and yet so uniquely new that his body didn't know how to handle them in the way he had learned to take so many weird and wonderful experiences here in the Spa in his stride. When eventually he found himself able to open his eyes and regard the dalmatian now simply standing close by once more though, the dog simply smiled, nodded and continued to observe. In one sense this reassured Serling greatly as it was clearly part of the plan, but on another level as those hands got bigger and indeed Serling started to watch as his whole stomach began to swell and bulge the coyote couldn't help but wonder just when the woman within his belly was going to be big enough to perform whatever more extreme massage she had planned.

The more time which Serling spent asking himself those questions though, the closer the body within his own came to answering them without so much as a word. Serling shuddered and squirmed and whimpered louder still as his belly got bigger and bigger, not simply growing round like a beach-ball but with all sorts of angles protruding forth from it. No longer just hands rubbing at his flesh from the inside, but feet and even the outline of what looked to be the top of a head, all parts of that body squirming and wiggling around and rubbing against him in a way that was entirely more than Serling knew how to process, but which was undeniably serving to massage and relax his torso from the inside out to a delicious extreme that he had definitely never felt before. Those ever so pleasant though overwhelming sensations continued to build and crash through Serling by the second until the body within his massage-oil softened, ever so stretchable stomach was large enough that it was clearly having trouble staying balanced on the massage table where Serling was lying. Only then did the active massaging and rubbing of the interior figure's hands and feet at the coyote's stomach cease, and Serling gasped louder still as the massage therapist began to re-arrange her position in what seemed like a very deliberate manner.

Within his body, she lay down on her back just as Serling was laid down on his, and with the massage oil having probably long since liquefied and homogenised the coyote's various internal organs into one jelly-like, pleasantly quivering mass, it didn't take much effort for the internal figure's legs to stretch out and begin sliding down into Serling's own while her arms reached up and pushed themselves into his. Serling shuddered as he stared down and watched the body within his continuing to grow, now rapidly approaching parity with his own figure though much more rounded and thick throughout. Everywhere she touched within him, his muscles softened and relaxed as they were pushed aside by the massage therapist's own. The more she pressed her arms and legs into his like someone slipping into a jumpsuit, the more he found himself unable to even tense up in surprise, totally relaxed and relieved from the physical ability to be tense with anticipation if not actual worry. It was only when Serling felt a pressure building at the base of his neck however, only to let slip one final yelp as he felt the woman's body growing in another surge and her head push upward to occupy the space within his own, that the coyote was wholly freed from the burdens of his own uncertainty. Because, from that moment onward, he had no choice but to admit and accept the fact that he wasn't in control any more. Not physically, not even mentally.

He could still see. Still feel. But, Serling was a passenger now as he felt his body rising up from the massage table, and walk over to a mirror on the far side of the room. He watched himself look into the mirror, and saw the corners of his muzzle turn upward in a warm smile as his hands reached out and soothingly traced across his chest in the soothing yet professional manner only an expert massage therapist could achieve. He regarded himself in calm, serene, utterly powerless wonder not just at the fact that his body was moving beyond his control, but most prominently because of the shape of his body in that moment. His fur, his skin, his eyes and everything that made Serling who he was on the outside was unchanged in its fundamental appearance. But, with the massage therapist's own body only just ceasing to grow as she stood before the mirror, the outline of Serling's body was no longer what it had once been, or even close to it.

He was a hippo. Or rather, Serling found himself staring at the shape of a hippo wrapped in a Serling-suit. And with every passing second as the hippopotamus stood there within him, now fully restored to her full size while still inside of him, her body pressing against the interior of his provided Serling with a constant, full body massage that would not stop. Every inch of him was stretched thin and rendered utterly free from all stresses and tensions. His fingers, his toes, every last little bit of the coyote was being constantly stimulated and soothed all at once by the hippo's very presence within him. And then, just when Serling was certain he couldn't have been any more stricken by wonder, he watched himself open his mouth only to hear a deep, rich feminine voice issue forth from within.

"Well, that seemed to go smoothly."

The massage therapist looked through Serling's eyes, peering into the mirror and past the hippo-shaped coyote's reflection to the dalmatian standing calmly, patiently in the background.

"Now, since we have a little time left... why don't you see if Harrison, or perhaps Dave are free. Perhaps I could lie down again, and before I shrink myself down and slip out to let Serling's insides solidify again, one of them could give us both a little extra massage."

Serling shivered in delight at that suggestion, and the hippo giggled as she clearly felt that response. Her brow furrowed a moment later though when the dalmatian cleared his throat, and spoke up somewhat nervously.

"Uh... are you sure? Aren't we meant to stick to a specific plan for this massage, so that Serling can review it as it would be offered to other clients in the future?"

The coyote felt his arms fold. He felt one of his feet start to tap impatiently against the floor, and he watched as the dog winced, blushed, and nodded as he began to move towards the massage room door before the hippo could even speak up from within Serling once again.

"Our job, first and foremost, is to make sure our clients are as relaxed and happy as possible in the time we spend with them."

The massage therapist chided her assistant, smiling as she felt Serling shiver again around her, this time in obvious gratitude.

"And if there's one thing I've learned in my experiences sharing IMT with clients, it's that few things make people happier than getting the relaxation and comfort they asked for... and then a little something extra on top."

By Jeeves

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