Happy Ending [Futa/F, Excessive size/cum]

"Cleanest dang room in the whole city." She mused, proud of her handiwork. And handy work was her specialty. Rose worked at the Fancy Fingers massage parlor and took pride in the satisfied smiles of her customers. Granted, they were mostly men over fifty and just thankful to have a pretty young woman touching them, but she liked to think her technique was still impressive.

And Rose was pretty, there was no doubt of that. Her chestnut brown hair flowed in soft curls down to her shoulders and framed her delicate face and bright green eyes. She was tall and lean and ever the feminine figure with gentle hips and a pair of lovely C cup breasts. For now, her feminine figure stood quietly behind the massage table in the middle of the room, ready to welcome her next appointment.

A quiet click later and the door swung open, revealing the last appointment she'd ever expected. Standing maybe five foot two on a good day with extra volume in her hair was, quite simply, the most fascinating woman Rose had ever seen. She considered herself straight as an arrow, but looking at the girl - no, woman - in front of her she couldn't help but wonder.

She was captivating. Alluring. Mesmerizing, all manner of words that explained an inability to tear ones eyes away. Her face was delicate and feminine, but sharp and seductive all at once with plush lips, wide brown eyes and a smile that immediately brightened the room. Her skin was a rich olive and by all estimates she must have had Egyptian lineage. She was thin, Rose could tell from her arms and legs, shapely and strong though they looked.

And yet, for all her slight and unimposing beauty, there was no ignoring the mountainous swell of her chest. Envy sparked in Rose as she guessed an E cup at least, though that may not be giving the impressive strain on the woman's shirt enough credit. Her hips were generous without being too wide and she held herself with an air of quiet confidence.

Rose hadn't realized how long the two stood in silence before her routine kicked back in.

"Uh, hah, sorry, brain farts. My name is Rose, I'll be your Masseuse, misss...?"

"Julia, Just Julia is fine." Even her voice was sweet.

"Okay then, Julia. There's a screen over there in the corner, here's a towel. If you wouldn't mind undressing and lying down. I'll turn around if it'd make you more comfortable."

Julia giggled as she took a towel "I'll be fine, Rose." and with that, she disappeared behind the screen. Her shirt and shorts soon draped over the edge, followed by a pair of panties so frilly and lacy they couldn't have been cheap. Rose nearly choked when she returned with the towel wrapped only around her waist.

E cup was definitely too modest a guess and, as much as she may wish it wasn't so, they were definitely real and definitely amazing. They stood firm and proud on her chest, looking ridiculously large on her small frame. Topped with thick brown nipples, they swayed and bounced as she walked to the table and laid face down, the shadow of a smile playing on her lips.

Rose kept her professional poise as best she could, remembering her routines and warming her hands in a hot towel.

"Would you like scented or unscented oils? Or no oil at all?"

"Scented, please. Something simple, like lilac." Rose grinned

"Lilac's my favorite, good choice."

"Really? You haven't gotten sick of it by now?"

"The opposite, actually. I hated it when I started working here, but the more I smelled it...I dunno, it's really grown on me."

Julia mumbled something she couldn't hear and rose returned to her routine, lightly lathering her hands and setting her iPod's pre-programmed relaxation mix to shuffle. Damn this tiny woman - though tiny didn't really do justice to those tits. Tits? Rose didn't usually even think words like that, but there was no other way to describe them. Big fat perfect monstrous tits. Damn her and damn them, even her skin was lovely.

It was soft and smooth and she smelled...yummy. That wasn't very descriptive, but it'd have to do. Rose took a breath and that was what popped into her head. She swallowed the green monster of her growing envy and returned to her work, rubbing and kneading the client as she had a million times before.

Rose's delicate fingers worked along the woman's back and shoulders, down along her arms and back again, retracing every subtle line and contour. She even indulged herself in a bit of curious danger and dipped her fingers briefly below the towel line, shoving it lower to find that at least Julia didn't have dimples of Venus.

"Muaha! Victory!" she thought. "Not SOOO perfect now, are we, h

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