Le Spa
by Zenith
“This has been here my whole life, and I’m only discovering it now?”
Katie was awestruck. After five years holed up in a lab working on her Ph.D., she was finally able to take a real vacation and see the sun again. She and two of her best friends (and all three of their boyfriends) had been planning this for years: they had agreed that when they finally graduated, they would take a month and vacation to an exotic, tropical place, a place where they could dedicate themselves to forgetting the pain they had subjected themselves to throughout their mid-20’s.
And they believed they had found it. It looked amazing on the website, but no .jpg file could do justice to the majesty of this place. St. Michel, a tiny French island in the South Pacific, was unheard of to most Americans, and the St. Michel inhabitants liked it that way. It was an island that dedicated itself to the chic and luxurious French tradition, one of fashion and decadence.
They couldn’t believe the deal they has gotten on their vacation house: it seemed like the kind of place built for Victoria’s Secret model photo shoots. Four bedrooms, a big outdoor pool, a terrace right by the ocean, and of course the obligatory hot tub. Katie put down her things in the first bedroom she saw and ran around the house, gleefully exploring where they would be spending the rest of the month.
She heard her friend Amy call from downstairs, “Hey, check out these brochures!” Katie came down the spiral staircase to find her friend flipping through a pile of ads that had been left in the house. All filled with beautiful barely-dressed French people having fun: water-skiing, beach volleyball, shopping at fancy boutiques. Katie started flipping through them when she heard her friend gasp as she showed Katie what she had found: a glossy brochure for something called “Le Spa de Seins”.
“Wow, look at all this,” Katie kept repeating, as she looked at page after page of relaxing treatments. It seemed too good to be true: they offered all the usual spa services (massages, manicures, hair treatments) as well as dozens of things she had never heard of: treatments involving all sorts of oils, creams, and lotions, aromatherapy, plus some new-age type things involving music and crystals. Katie had gotten a professional massage only once before, and although she loved it, she just never managed to find the time while working 90 hours a week in the lab. But now, it was time to relax.
“Don’t tell me you guys are thinking about going to a spa without me,” said their friend Dana, who had just gotten her things in from the car. Dana had been orchestrating most of this trip, handling a lot of the logistics while Katie and Amy were finishing their thesis work. Dana herself had finished law school a year earlier, but as a first year graduate, her new firm hadn’t been much kinder to her than graduate school had been to Amy and Katie. All three of them were certainly attractive girls, by any definition, but they weren’t necessarily the most fashionable. Dana was an athletic tall blond girl with short hair, but law school had kept her so busy, she had barely gotten herself any new clothes over the past four years and frequently found herself in her sweatclothes she wore for working out.
Katie and Amy, on the other hand, more resembled the types of girls in the first half of an eighties movie before they’ve taken off their glasses. Katie was thin with long black hair and glasses, and although for years she had wanted desperately to travel and begin seeing the world, graduate school had simply not cooperated with her plan. Similarly, Amy would be a knockout with a change of, well, everything, but her school was in a rural-ish area and didn’t give her access to the kind of beauty opportunities she might have found in New York or Los Angeles. Plus, her work was largely dependent on her cells in petri dishes doing what she needed them to, and she found herself accommodating to the cells’ schedule more than the other way around.
While their boyfriends seemed more interested in windsurfing lessons, the girls soon found themselves working out plans for a spa visit. One treatment in particular caught Katie’s eye: it seemed to be the signature treatment of the Spa, called simply “Le massage de seins”. “I’m pretty sure I can translate ‘le’ and ‘massage’,” Katie asked her friends, “but do you guys know what ‘seins’ are? I never took French.”
“I’m pretty sure they’re muscles, I mean, muscles are what massages are meant for, right?” Amy said. “And I could use it, my pipetting arm has been pretty sore,” she laughed. Dana had been around Katie and Amy long enough to know what “pipetting” was, but she frequently didn’t get all of their inside jokes.
Katie made a call to the spa to arrange a visit for the three of them for the next day, just after lunch. They spent the rest of the day down at the beach, then swimming in their pool, then sunbathing while the boys cooked up some burgers for everyone on the grill. Katie had never had so much fun, although she wound up falling asleep by eight o’clock. Her boyfriend Dave stayed up later reading a book, assuming the other couples were having sex long into the night. As it turned out, Dana and Amy were as tired as Katie.
The next day, Katie woke up late and found that Dave had already made breakfast for everyone. “He’s a keeper,” she thought, as she enjoyed a plate of freshly made fruit crepes. Soon after eating, they got in their jeep and headed on down to the spa for the day.
The spa, like the island itself, was leaps and bounds more beautiful than the brochure had made it seem. Natural looking, yet comfortable and somehow devoid of mosquitoes, it was just an endless paradise of infinity pools, lounge chairs, treatment rooms, beautiful girls in sexy spa uniforms (probably the employees) and equally beautiful girls in nothing but bathrobes (probably the customers). The relaxing sound of water running into the reflecting pool from above was soothing, and the girls found themselves beginning to relax before anyone had even laid a hand on them. A young, tan, blond girl at the desk greeted them with a smile, “Bonjour!”
“Hi, we’d like three basic massages please,” Dana told her. They were fresh out of school, after all, they didn’t want to spend the whole month’s budget in one day at the spa.
“Ah, oui, we give wonderful massages, is this your first time at Le Spa de Seins?” Katie told her that it was.
“Then may I recommend our signature treatment, Le massage de seins, it is our favorite, and the favorite of the customers as well.” She didn’t come off as a pushy saleslady at all; in fact, she really seemed to care about the girls’ enjoyment. “As you are all new to our spa, the charge will be the same as for a regular massage.”
“Hmmm, can’t pass up that deal,” Amy said to her friends. “By the way, seins means muscles, right?”
The girl at the desk paused a moment. “Yes, muscles.”
Before they knew it, Katie, Amy, and Dana had been whisked to their own private rooms. Katie was wearing the only two piece bathing suit she owned (she was more the one-piece type) under her clothes, so she put her outer clothes in the locker, put a robe on over her bathing suit, and followed the girl to her treatment room.
The girl who had been assigned to give Katie her massage was absolutely gorgeous: blond and tanned but shapely, with smooth skin that suggested this girl spent a lot of time at the spa herself. Katie couldn’t help but notice her breasts; large and plump, truly spectacular, quite a bit bigger than she would have expected on such a thin frame. Yet, Katie was fairly sure they were real based on their contour and shape. Katie was also surprised to find herself analyzing the girl’s breasts so thoroughly. “Probably just my scientific mind at work again, I thought I tried to leave that at home!” she thought.
As Katie took off her robe, the girl (whose name Katie learned was Colette) shook her head. “Is this your first time having a massage?” she asked in a heavy French accent.
“No, the second time, but the first time was years ago,” Katie admitted.
“Usually, to have a top quality massage, you should be naked. Do not worry, it is only the two of us, and I will keep you covered as well as possible. Do not be embarrassed, you will find that nudity is more common here on St. Michel than in America.”
Katie awkwardly looked around and took off her suit. She laid down on a soft blanket on a massage table, face down. Collette quickly covered her with a towel, and began working her hands all over Katie’s body.
“Oooh, I’ve needed this for a -long- time” thought Katie, as she felt all her troubles melting away.
About half an hour later, Colette told her to flip over onto her back. Colette covered her pubic area with a towel and began working around her arms. Katie noticed the vast array of creams and oils Colette was using, most of which were unlabeled. She wondered how Colette knew which one to use.
As Colette continued, Katie just focused on the feeling, the wonderful feeling of total relaxation and contentment that Colette was giving her. She noticed that Colette was being more bold than Katie would have expected, rubbing around the outside of her breasts over and over again. She couldn’t help but feel that Colette was gradually shifting her focus away from Katie’s arms and neck and towards her breasts. “Should I say something?” she thought. “But why would I say something? This may just be the way the French do it. If I...oh...said something, it might just offend her. Best to...mmm...lie here and enjoy it. It is their specialty, after all.”
Before long, Colette had masterfully moved entirely to Katie’s breasts, doing so gradually so as not to startle her. She rubbed around and around her breasts, up and down the peaks and valleys, over the sensitive nipples. And, oh, how Colette rubbed the nipples. Katie hadn’t felt so aroused in, well, probably ever, she knew that it was a good thing there was a towel under her bottom to catch any stray moisture. Over the nipples Colette went again and again, for what seemed like an hour. By the end, Katie’s breasts felt warm and tingly, and as sensitive as they had ever been.
Much to Katie’s dismay, the massage finally came to an end. She put her robe on, without her bathing suit, and sat out by the reflecting pool for awhile, joined by Amy and Dana. “That was amaaaaazing.....”
“Yeah........”
“So niiiiiiice......”
Katie glanced at the others, wanting to ask whether Amy’s and Dana’s masseuses had been so...breast-focused. As she looked around, she began to notice a greater trend. Although Katie, Amy, and Dana had only B-cup breasts at best, it seemed that every girl in this spa had D-cups or larger. And not floppy D-cups, these were full, plump, round, perfect breasts that seemed to defy gravity. “Well, maybe they just have a selective hiring system,” she giggled to herself.
Then, she noticed it wasn’t just the workers, but the customers as well. Across from them was another girl, also probably in her mid-20’s, relaxing by the pool, with breasts that were practically bursting out of her robe. Katie couldn’t help but stare. A few seconds later, the girl looked up, and Katie blushed as she looked away, hoping the girl didn’t see her staring.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’d like to head back to the house and see if Jay is back from windsurfing class,” Amy said. “I, um, miss him.”
“Yeah, I bet you do,” Dana laughed. “I think heading back would be a good idea though. I need to see whether Jeff was able to put up the hammock.”
“Oh yeah, Dana, that sounds like a pretty urgent need. You’d better go take care of that need right away,” Katie giggled. She paused, she didn’t find herself talking about sex with her friends that often, implied or otherwise. For some reason, though, sex was really on her mind at the moment.
After the girls got back to the house, they found that Dave, Jay, and Jeff had just gotten back from windsurfing. As Katie headed up the stairs to where Dave was showering, she looked outside and saw Dana physically grabbing Jeff away from the hammock and leading him to the bedroom. She also noticed Amy leaping on top of Jay who had been sitting on the couch, and already unbuttoning his shirt. “Wow, she was in a hurry,” Katie thought as she got to her room, just before she tackled Dave to the bed.
None of the couples left their rooms again that night.
The next morning, Katie awoke as the sun came through the window, Dave sleeping at her side. “Was that the best sex of my life last night?” she wondered to herself as she looked out the window at the beach. She turned and headed to the bathroom when she noticed something. Three things, actually. First, she had walked down the hallway having forgotten to put on clothes. The second and third things were staring back at her in the bathroom mirror.
It was unmistakable, her breasts were at least a cup size larger than yesterday. Not just larger, either, but improved in every way: they were rounder, perkier, bouncier. She turned to either side, staring at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out if it was because she had forgotten to put on her glasses. That’s when she noticed a fourth thing: how was she able to see so well without her glasses? She didn’t even own contact lenses.
“C’mon, Katie, you’re a scientist,” she said to herself in the mirror. “There has to be some explana—” She became distracted when a breeze blew in through the window and across her breasts. “Oooooh...” she moaned, being reminded of the amazing feelings Colette had given her breasts just the day before. She reached with both hands to gently graze her nipples, as a sexual shock went through her body. Her breasts had always felt good to touch, but not like this. It was like even the slightest graze of her hand felt so erotic, so pleasurable. She had to go back to talk to Dave about this...no, better to talk to Amy and Dana first. No, wait, better talk to...better to go back to the spa! Whatever they were doing there, she had to have more of it. She ran naked back to her bedroom, slipped on a robe, and went downstairs to make another spa appointment.
As she picked up the phone to make the call, she looked outside to the patio area where they had barbecued the day before. No sign of the guys, but Amy and Dana were sitting in the lounge chairs, getting some sun...were they topless? “My God,” she thought, mouth agape while holding the phone, “Since when do Amy and Dana sunbathe topless?” She put down the phone and ran outside to talk to them.
They both looked just a little different. Sexier. Dana, who had always had an acne problem, now looked like the models on TV commercials who talk about the acne problem they used to have. Amy’s hair, which had always looked like she had just gotten out of bed, now was flawless and flowing, like she had spent hours on it, even though she couldn’t have possibly done so this early in the day. Most obvious of all, though, was their breasts. None of the girls had been very well endowed before, but now, both girls’ breasts were fuller and rounder, with little pink nipples that pointed to the sky. Katie had a feeling that her suspicions were correct: that whatever cream Colette had used on her was used on the other girls as well.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Amy said, without opening her eyes. “Care to join us?”
“Well you guys look comfortable. Always good to avoid those tan lines, eh?” Katie laughed, a little nervous about talking so naturally to her two topless friends. “I was thinking of making another spa appointment for today, you guys interested?”
“We’re way ahead of you,” Dana told her, “We made an appointment for all three of us half an hour ago, they’ll be expecting us shortly after breakfast. We’re just trying to treat this vacation as an opportunity to really let go, you know?”
Katie ran back in, put on the bottom of her only two piece suit, and came outside to join them for the morning. When the time came for their spa appointment, the guys were still asleep.
“Bonjour!” A different girl greeted them today on their arrival at the spa.
“Hi, we were here yesterday,” Katie told her, speaking for the group. “We’d like to try...well, I’d personally like another of ‘le massage de seins’, if I can.”
“Me too,” Dana and Amy said simultaneously.
“Of course, is our specialty you know,” the girl said, jotting their names down in her book. “I am happy you like our spa, it means we have done our job.”
They were led into the locker area. This time, Katie knew better, she skipped the bathing suit and just put her robe on over her naked self. A different girl was assigned to her today. Although she was every bit as gorgeous, and large-breasted, as Colette, Katie was slightly disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to replicate the same treatment today.
It turned out her disappointment was unwarranted. Today’s girl, Marie, was if anything even better than Colette. She started, as Colette did, with Katie face down, as she massaged every inch of her body until Katie was nearly asleep. This time, Katie was a bit more bold, making no effort to cover parts of herself up when not being massaged. Then, she turned over, and worked her way closer to her breasts, just like Colette had, only with a difference. While the day before, the breast touching had been simply a nice comforting feeling that had turned more sexual over the session, this time it was acutely sexual from the first touch. Katie knew that if a gentle breeze felt as good as it had that morning, that this massage would be jaw-dropping, and indeed it was. She felt like every hair on her body stood up as Marie worked over and around her breasts, across the top and around the nipples, then right on the nipples themselves, over and over again.
Katie started to become more excited as Marie worked on her breasts. She wanted desperately to touch herself as Marie worked, but she knew that she couldn’t. After all, this was simply the French way, to massage the breasts, she might scare Marie away if she tried to touch herself! Still, she became more and more aroused, near the point of climax, as Marie worked. Just as she thought she was about to climax from touching of her breasts alone, their time was up. “Damn,” thought Katie, though she knew she would have no trouble getting off once she got home, if she lasted that long.
The girls sat to relax outside in their robes just like the day before, but they somehow found excuses to head back home within five minutes of sitting down.
The guys were away when Katie, Amy, and Dana arrived home. “Dammit,” thought Katie again, as she was in desperate need of release. “I’m going to go take a nap,” Amy announced, and was quickly followed by a “Me too” from Dana. Katie knew they weren’t fooling anybody, that they were going to take care of themselves in the privacy of their bedrooms. Katie made a beeline for her bedroom, stripped down in seconds, and climbed on the bed with her favorite vibrator. Her underwear was already soaked, even though she couldn’t have been wearing it for more than fifteen minutes for the ride home. Needless to say, she brought one hand up to her swollen, hypersensitive breasts as the vibrator worked around her clitoris. Every touch of her breasts was just magical. Her body started to shake as she moaned, when she heard the unmistakable sound of moaning next door from Amy’s room. “I’m not the only one who’s enjoying this spa,” she thought, as she climaxed violently. Her body shook and tensed, her vagina throbbed and squeezed around the vibrator, and she moaned loudly enough for them to hear it five miles away back at the spa. She collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed, catching her breath, and opened her eyes to see Dave looking down upon her from the doorway. “Guess we probably should have come straight back from the beach rather than stop for beers on the way,” he laughed.
The next morning, Katie woke up later than the day before, it looked like it was probably already almost noon. She headed to the bathroom, still amazed at how she didn’t seem to need glasses anymore. Although she remembered to put on a robe this time, when she took it off inside the bathroom, her jaw dropped at the sight before her. Her whole body seemed to be transforming before her eyes: her skin was smooth and silky, her stomach was flat and tight, her hair was flowing and brilliant. She turned around, her butt had swollen outward and become rounder and firmer, not a trace of cellulite or fat. But by far the biggest change was in her breasts, while yesterday the size difference was certainly noticeable, today it was unmistakable. She was probably at least a D-cup now, with small pink nipples right in the middle that seemed to stick out at the slightest hint of stimulation. She knew breasts this size usually sagged quite a bit, but hers were truly miraculous, full and plump, but bouncy, jiggling with her every motion. “I wonder...” she thought as she touched them ever so slightly. The gentlest touch of her breasts with her hand was now as powerfully sexual a feeling as she would have experienced after half an hour with a vibrator before, and she felt it every time they were touched, even as they brushed against the inner lining of her robe.
She heard splashing outside, so she walked down the hall and looked out the window. Jay and Jeff were sitting by the pool, as Amy and Dana were swimming and diving. Today, however, the usually modest girls were swimming completely naked, screaming with glee as they splashed around, climbing into a floating pool chair periodically, only then to be capsized by the other. Jay and Jeff seemed dumbfounded, mouths agape, as they watched the girls play. Katie with her new 20/20 vision could see an unmistakable swelling in their shorts as they watched the incredibly sexy display between these two now gorgeous female specimens.
She walked outside to take a closer look, and it seemed that Amy and Dana’s bodies were improving just as quickly as Katie’s. Each of them was at least a D cup, with lightly tanned smooth skin, perfect hair, round tight bubbly butts, and carefully trimmed pubic hair. Katie paused and looked under her own robe, and sure thing, her own pubic hair was flawlessly manicured as well.
All four of them stopped and turned to look at Katie, who was learning to really enjoy being the center of attention with her new look. “Katie, come play with us!” Dana yelled from the pool, as Amy dove in with her. “Yeah, Katie, come play with them,” Jay said, who seemed as confused as he was excited by all this. Five seconds later, Katie’s robe was on the ground as she dove in to join her friends.
All six of them agreed that the girls should return to the spa again, the guys would find something to do. Two hours later, Katie found herself back on the massage table, this time being catered to by a girl named Lucie. Lucie was clearly missing out on a possible career as a swimsuit model, though Katie realized that she herself was starting to look more and more like the girls at Le Spa de Seins. The only downside is that she worried she wouldn’t be able to make it through her massage without inadvertently climaxing, or feeling a need to touch herself in the middle of the massage.
Sure enough, as Lucie worked on Katie’s breasts, she felt her vagina start to moisten and her labia begin to swell. She had to ask. “I’m sorry, but I would feel more relaxed if I touched myself a little bit as you worked. Would that be OK?” she asked nervously.
Lucie just smiled and guided Katie’s hand down to her pubic area. Katie began to rub herself as Lucie held her hand. Katie had been touching for what felt like thirty seconds when her breasts began to swell, her muscles tensed, and her whole body was rocked by a thunderous climax as she moaned at the top of her lungs. As she relaxed, Lucie just smiled and continued the massage as if nothing had happened.
When the girls arrived back home, the guys were just finishing making dinner. “Hey baby,” Dave said as Katie approached him, “I figured you guys would be hungry after a long day of massa—” Dave’s sentence was interrupted as Katie tackled him to the floor.
“Fuck me, now.” Katie said, looking him right in the eye.
“OK,” said Dave, who after about half a second’s hesitation put down the skillet, turned the heat off, and began to take her to the bedroom.
“No, I said now,” Katie stated defiantly, as she pulled him to the ground near the hammock.
“Um, you don’t mind that we’re here, outside, where your friends can see?” he asked nervously. The two of them looked behind them, and saw that Dave’s concern was unwarranted. Dana and Jeff were in the hot tub furiously humping away, while Amy had already stripped down and was being bent over the lounge chair by the floor by Jay, who was pounding her from behind as Amy moaned.
About ten seconds later, Katie had one of Dave’s hands on her breast, and the other on her little pink nub. Moments later, she guided him in as she screamed with pleasure.
“Now! Give it to me now!!!”
Dave pounded her like she had never been pounded before. They fucked on the ground. They fucked doggystyle in the grass. The fucked in the hammock.
“MORE! MORE!” she yelled, with each of her hands furiously rubbing her massive swollen sensitive breasts.
“HARDER!” she yelled. She was hearing similar cries of pleasure from the other couples fifty feet away. “DEEPER!!”
“YEAH! LIKE – AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs with the most powerful orgasm of her life, as her breasts swelled and her vagina throbbed with pleasure.
She took a second to catch her breath, as Dave looked on excitedly. “Wow,” he said, “I didn’t think girls orgasmed like that in real life.”
Katie didn’t say a word, she just stared back at him as she came to life again. He had not yet finished, so she kept riding up and down his shaft, as if she had never come at all. Her hands promptly returned to her breasts as she rode him in every possible position.
“I want you over there,” she said, pointing to the hot tub.
“Um, I think there’s a line,” said Dave, referring to Dana and Jeff who were still going at it in the tub.
“There’s room. Let’s go,” Katie said defiantly, climbing off her still very much erect boyfriend and bringing him over to the tub. Dave followed, just going along for the ride.
Katie climbed in and mounted Dave once again in the tub, about two feet from her friend and her boyfriend. Both girls were being mounted doggystyle as they stared at each other, their faces just inches apart. Their lips met just briefly, before Katie kissed her way down Dana’s neck to suck on her massive breasts. Her head immediately bumped Amy’s, who had also climbed with Jay into the tub to do the same thing.
“Ooooooh,” yelled Dana, now being pleasured from three different directions. Katie licked all around Dana’s right breast, holding it in her hand, feeling it bounce, flicking her tongue across the nipple. Amy did the same with Dana’s left breast.
“Ooohh....Ahhhhh...AHHHHHHHHH!!!!” screamed Dana, as she and her boyfriend climaxed simultaneously, the double breast sucking combined with being pounded from behind being too much for her.
It was now Amy’s turn, as Dana and Katie each took a breast in their mouths, making it their sole job to pleasure each ultra-sensitive breast as much as possible for as long as Amy lasted. It turned out this wasn’t long, as Amy soon screamed in pleasure as she came along with her boyfriend.
As Katie looked upon her finally satisfied friends, she momentarily felt left out, as she was far from finished. She should have known that her friends would not abandon her in her moment of need, though, as Amy took only a few seconds to catch her breath before she began feasting on Katie’s engorged breast. Dana licked furiously away at the other breast as Dave pounded into her ever deeper. Katie’s life for the past five years flashed before her eyes as she was pleasured from all angles. She had been felt so terribly unsexy for so long, now she was being fucked while having her newfound massive plump round perky sensitive breasts sucked by her two gorgeous friends in the midst of a full blown orgy in their island hot tub.
“Ooooh...” she yelled, eyes closed, focusing on the feelings in her breasts as her friends sucked away.
“OOOOH...” as she focused on the feeling inside her as her boyfriend pounded into her from behind.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!” she screamed in climax, tossing her head back in ecstasy, as it felt like every nerve in her breasts and vagina was on fire at the same time. Dave exploded inside her as she came, only taking her pleasure to an even higher level. Her body shook side to side, but Dana, Amy, and Dave held on for dear life, making sure she was stimulated in every way as her body took over.
“oooh....” she quietly moaned as she came back to earth. She slowly relaxed back into his arms, as each of her friends did the same with their respective boyfriends.
Nothing was heard again for hours, only the soft sound of the hot tub jets, and the quiet breathing of Katie and her fully satisfied friends.