More Than A Massage

“You’re doing very well, Bradley,” Dr. Jennings said calmly. “How are you feeling?”

“Weak and very, very stange,” Brad said, half asleep. “Is that MY voice?”

“Please don’t touch. We’re not done yet,” Jennings said, gently taking and removing Bradley’s dainty hand from his slender neck.

“Might have to get a little rough here,” she said with a grunt, wiping the sweat off her brow. Dr. Jennings pushed and mushed Bradley’s waist inward with one quick motion. “Wow! That’s a nice hourglass shape. You’re turning out excellent!”

“I don’t FEEL excellent. I feel like a mushy pile of silly putty,” Brad said with a snarky chuckle.

“Physically, you kind of are right now,” Dr. Jennings smiled. She grabbed the lotion bottle again and squirted out the biggest glob of pink goo into her hand.

“You’re going to need that sense of humor to get through this next part. The morphing solution numbs most of the body when applied but because of the sensitivity of your genitals…”

“It’s going to hurt?”

“A little but it’s mostly going to feel… well, just try not to move around too much, all right? Lie back,” she said, cradling his long haired head. She began to slather on the pink solution. “Get ready. Here we go.”

“Oh hell,” yelped Brad, immediately shooting up. His junk felt like it was covered in a pleasurable warm fire. “That feels incredible!”

“Please, Bradley. Don’t move. If I don’t craft this properly, you’ll end up deformed,” Dr. Jennings pleaded.

“Sorry. It’s just so different,” he leaned back, feeling Dr. Jennings slender fingers push, squeeze and stretch his cock and balls into something new. It was impossible to ignore.

“Deep breath. One, two, three,” said Dr. Jennings and with one quick motion she slid her hand past her wrist right into Bradley pelvis.

“Let me know if this hurts too much, ok?”

“Mmmhmmm,” Bradley squeeked out, a single tear ran down his cheek.

Bradley felt like he was getting stabbed in the crotch, his dick and balls being pushed inside of him.

“Almost there,” said Dr. Jennings almost sing-songy. Bradley was beginning to feel his new equipment. The prodding and folding of flesh from her fingers definitely didn’t feel like his familiar cock and balls. Something that felt like the tip of his dick was being squeezed and whittled down to a small nub. He cried out as Jennings rearranged it to fit above his new slit and squished it into place. She folded the excess skin around it, crafting labia lips. Within five minutes, Dr. Jennings had transformed Bradley’s sizable package into a cute little pussy.

“And, just like, we’re done,” she said with a big smile. “You did great!”

“I’m going to get the heat lamps,” she said wiping the excess solution off Bradley with a rag.

She started heading for the door. “That’ll solidify your changes and in half an hour you’ll be on your feet. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Dr. Jennings phone chimed right as she was about to leave. “Oh! Looks like your girlfriend, well, friend has finished up in the next room. Sounds like she’s very excited to see how you turned out.