You could only watch as Lauren, your mother, tightened the towel around her body and left the room. Trapped as a rag in the oil you couldn't do anything and besides you didn't have the energy left. There was still small twitching movements from the tiny underneath you but he was used only half the time. Shit, this is really bad. They really did a number on my body. Before you could dwell on how long it would take to reform hands grabbed both of the tinys out of the hot oil.
Held in the assistant's hand you whipped through the air over to your original masseuse. Snatching your crumpled form from the air she proceeded to thoroughly clean her hands with you. Scrubbing in-between the webbing until both of her hands were clean. "You did a really good job today Marie, but I have to ask. Why did you cover up her pussy?
With her hand clean again the masseuse dropped your cloth like body into a jar filled with soapy water sitting on the table. Your cloth shape form drifted down until your face was pressed to the glass wall. From inside the jar you seen the assistant furiously scrubbing her hands with the tiny masseuse. "What, it isn't that big of a deal. I had already finished all of her lower half and Robert had signed the intimate masseuse waver. He will be doing way more than just laying on a hungry slit." Without a thought she dropped the other cloth on you again. With your view blocked you could hear a lid being screwed on. Suddenly the jar began shaking vigorously. The unexpected motion caused you to swirl around in a dance with the other cloth.It was a few minutes before the motion stopped and a firm hand lifted both of the misshapened tinies out of the jar.
"Hey Marie, I am going to take these little guys to the reform station. They earned a break." With that she gave the two tiny rags a twist to drain out the last of the water. To her it was a normal everyday thing but for you it was agony. Every fiber of you was stretched and twisted and then she began moving. Walking briskly she rushed through the waiting area and into a side room. Before you knew it there was a large bin in front of you. Held up over the side you seen a completely empty set up. There were chairs set along the edges made for tinies but they were all empty. The most concerning thing was that you couldn't see any exit.
The masseuse lowered down the two rags onto to open floor of the reform station. With your face being forced to stare upwards you seen her smiling face you could only twitch slightly. Her long black hair framed out her beautiful eyes. Slowly her finger began running up and down your cloth shaped body. "Robert, Robert, Robert" she silently whispered "You didn't tell me you signed up for that. Do you know how many woman had to cancel because there wasn't a tiny willing for it." Oh shit she thinks I am Robert! Fighting with a energy you didn't know you had your rag shaped body flopped uselessly underneath her stroking finger. "I know Robert..." She continued softly, "You are very excited to experience the whole thing. Don't you worry, I am sure we will have an appointment in no time."
With her hand laying flat on you she slid your crumbled body off to the side to reveal the real Robert underneath you. "And you little guy," she began now stroking the second cloth "you could make a fine addition to our staff. You were ready to go for your own mother, I am just glad Marie didn't set YOU on that woman's pussy. Now that would have been awkward. I will set you over in the after shift area so no one grabs you by accident." The second cloth rose back up and into a different section of the box.
No longer able to see the real Robert anymore the masseuse looked in your direction again. "Don't you worry Robert I am sure we will see each other real soon." Struggling to reform before this could continue any further made your whole body shake violently, but didn't help you pop back into shape. "Yeah, that is the spirit Robert." She said with a laugh. "If you keep up that work ethic you will get a ton of return clients!" Her foot steps thudded away leaving you hoping that you could reform in time.
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