Hands on Relaxation in the Locker-Rooms (p1)

Adam would be lying if he said he wanted to resist. Hands gripped and maneuvered him until he found himself laying stomach down on a bench padded with towels, several of the girls crowding around him. Even with the towels, he would have thought the bench would have been uncomfortable, but the padding of the voluptuous latex body made it easy to tolerate, even as he blushed under the almost leering eyes of the girls around him. There was some talking but. an influx of hands turned his mind to goo.

Firm hands pressed down on his back, rubbing knotted muscles he didn't even know he had, as others began to softly caress his sides, legs, and... He left out a soft eep as a girl touched his latex-clad feet, the sensation filling like his bare skin. The girls seemed to press in closer after hearing his squeak, his thoughts feeling foggy as a warm heat overtook his body.

“Sensitive feet, Aida?”

He wanted to say no... but she muttered an agreement. Aida could barely wonder what her objection was as she felt their wonderful hands soothing her body. Were her feet always this sensitive? Did she... him. Her. It all felt so fluid right now, like their brain was torn in how to identify itself... not split but rather jumbled. Adam was Aida and Aida was Adam at this moment.

“Ooooh god, right there!” She moaned as the girl working on foot applied pressure and she felt a jab of pleasured relief. It was like a muscle knot being massaged... on her foot. The girl kept working even as Aida arched her back up and moaned, her latex boobs jiggling with the motion. Some part of her didn't want to like this, didn't want to be changed from what she was, but could not deny how good this situation felt... and that **** itself seemed to make her burn brighter.

The girl massaging Aida's feet felt a strange fulfillment while rubbing them. Aida's feet drew a strange fascination within her as she rubbed the strange-feeling soles and she could almost swear that the muscles, sinew, and even bones were slightly shifting under her constant massage. As Aida moaned the girl felt herself grow excited from them, her eyes fixating more on the beautiful feet in her care. They even smelled wonderful and she couldn't help but feel dirty as a soft ache of desire built up in her core. She nervously glanced around and, upon seeing everyone else fixated with Aida as well, snuck a kiss upon those wonderful soles.

It was wonderful. She could not help but quiver in delight with touching these feet and now disregarded everyone as she brought her face closer and lightly nuzzled the soles, giggling as she heard Aida's intake of breath. The feet were so clean, soft, cushy, and just wonderful. Her hands worked harder on this foot and she felt like she was helping mold a masterpiece, that Aida's feet would become perfect if she showed them what love she could give. Without stopping her motions she slid her nose upward to Aida's toes and gave them a kiss as well.

Higher up another girl was rubbing Aida's shoulders. They felt tense but also odd, and to her hands, they didn't match what she was seeing. Aida's shoulders looked wonderful, a perfect size for her voluptuous body, but to her hands, they felt bonier than they should be and broader than you would think. From experience with her boyfriend, it felt more like a guy's shoulders with soft padding than a girl's. It created a strange disconnect in her mind but it only made her want to rub them more... they wouldn't be right without some adoring care. She strengthened her approach, firmly rubbing her fingers into strangely deep muscles, feeling like somehow she knew right where to press for the best effect.

Aida quivered, letting out pleasured sounds as she was worked on. The girls almost cooed with delight as they saw the fruit of their efforts. They each felt like their efforts and energy were contributing to something wonderful and grand. Aida's every twitch, shudder and moan felt like a gift received by them all. They all felt keenly aware of Aida's pleasure and feelings, even her ****, as though something was connecting them with Aida to harness and maximize their efforts.

Standing away from them stood Hala. The middle eastern girl stared transfixed at the form of Aida, she felt almost overshadowed by the girls who had stepped into pleasure Aida. Yet, as Hala's grey eyes traced along Aida's backside, she felt like she was just gathering herself for something... special. Hala felt like something was speaking into the back of her mind, searching deep for... her hidden interests and attractions... letting her know that if she wanted to truly contribute to... whatever was happening here, she needed to go a step further.