Full Package

Lara just wanted to take a brief respite from all her troubles. But seems like her little sabbatical won't be brief at all..

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Hello! This is a fun one. The story ended up longer than I planned so sorry for having such a tiny little text, but hopefully y'all would still like it. And I know it is a bit later than a week, but hey, I count this within the timeframe.

That is all I have to say. Enjoy the story! As always comment or tell me if you like a certain idea or want to see more of some things.

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Lara’s heels clicked on the asphalt as she trailed behind her friend Jessica, the spa’s neon sign glowing like a beacon in the dim parking lot. Her arms were crossed, her brow furrowed, a nervous energy buzzing through her. “Jess, I don’t know about this,” she muttered, her voice tight. “I’ve got a presentation due Monday, and I’m already behind. This feels like a waste of time.”

Jessica spun around, her blonde ponytail bouncing, a grin plastered across her face. “Lara, babe, that’s exactly why you need this. You’re wound up tighter than a drum. This place is magic—trust me, it’s gonna melt all that stress away. You’ll thank me later.”

Lara sighed, pushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “I don’t even know what they do here. What if it’s some weird scam? I mean, look at this place.” She gestured at the sleek building, all glass and soft pink lights. It screamed expensive, maybe too expensive for a broke business major drowning in student loans.

“Scam? Please.” Jessica laughed, grabbing Lara’s arm and tugging her toward the entrance. “I’ve been here before. It’s legit. They’ve got this deluxe package that’s, like, life-changing. I booked you the best one they’ve got. You’re gonna feel like a new woman.”

Lara’s lips twitched, half a smile breaking through her nerves. “Fine, but if I end up with some creepy foot massage, I’m blaming you.”

The glass doors slid open with a soft whoosh, and a wave of lavender-scented air hit them. Inside, the reception area was all plush white carpets and glittering chandeliers. A woman behind the counter—tall, curvy, with glossy lips and a cascade of platinum hair—beamed at them. “Welcome, ladies!” she chirped, her voice bubbly. “You must be Lara, here for the VIP Glow-Up Package?”

Lara blinked, taking in the receptionist’s tight dress and the way she seemed to… jiggle with every movement. The other staff gliding around the lobby were similar—long legs, tiny waists, and smiles that screamed carefree confidence. She didn’t say anything, but her stomach did a little flip. Jessica nudged her. “See? Told you it’s fancy.”

“Uh, yeah,” Lara mumbled, forcing a smile. “That’s me.”

“Fabulous!” The receptionist clapped her hands, her nails sparkling under the light. “Tina’s gonna take you to the private suite. You’re in for a treat, hon!”

Before Lara could protest, a woman—Tina, presumably—appeared, her heels clicking as she sauntered over. She was all curves, her uniform barely containing her chest, her lips painted a glossy red. “C’mon, sweetie,” she said, winking. “Let’s get you pampered.”

Jessica gave Lara a playful shove. “Go! I’ll be here when you’re done, looking all glowy and hot.”

Lara rolled her eyes but followed Tina down a hallway lined with soft pink walls and soothing music. They stepped into a private room, all dim lights and plush cushions, with a massage table in the center. Tina handed her a silky robe and a lacy black lingerie set. “Slip into these, hon. It’s part of the experience. Gotta let your skin breathe.”

Lara’s cheeks flushed. “Lingerie? Seriously?”

Tina giggled, a sound like champagne bubbles. “Oh, totally! It’s super comfy, and it makes the treatments feel extra luxe. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

Lara hesitated, clutching the lace. “I… okay, fine.” She ducked behind a screen, her hands shaking as she stripped down and slipped into the bra and panties. The fabric hugged her slim frame, and she felt exposed, her modest B-cups barely filling the cups. She stepped out, arms crossed over her chest.

“Gorgeous!” Tina cooed, guiding her to the table. “Lie down, babe. Let’s start with a full-body massage to loosen you up.”

Lara settled onto the warm table, her nerves still buzzing. Tina’s hands, slick with scented oil, began kneading her shoulders, and Lara let out a small, involuntary moan. “Oh… wow, that’s good.”

“Told ya,” Tina said, her voice dripping with honey. “So, tell me about you, Lara. What’s got you so tense? Got a man keeping you up at night?” She giggled, her fingers working deeper into Lara’s muscles.

Lara laughed nervously. “No, no guy. Just… school. I’m a business major, and it’s kicking my ass. Deadlines, group projects, all that crap.”

“Ugh, sounds like a total drag,” Tina said, her hands sliding down Lara’s back, warm and firm. “You need to, like, let loose, y’know? Have some fun. You ever just… go wild?”

Lara frowned, a bit thrown by the shift in tone. “Uh, not really. I’m more about keeping things together. Gotta stay focused.”

Tina’s hands moved to Lara’s thighs, her touch slow and deliberate, spreading a tingling warmth. “Oh, sweetie, focused is great, but you gotta live a little. Like, let a hot guy take you out, maybe get a little naughty.” She giggled again, and Lara’s cheeks burned.

“That’s… not really my thing,” Lara said, but her voice wavered as Tina’s hands worked some kind of magic, the tension in her legs melting away. The oil seemed to sink into her skin, leaving it soft and glowing, and she felt her hips… shift? No, that couldn’t be right. But her thighs looked fuller, her hips curving out just a bit more under Tina’s touch.

“Mmm, you say that now,” Tina purred, her fingers circling Lara’s lower back, “but I bet you’d love a big, strong guy grabbing these hips, don’t you think? Someone to just… take charge.” Her voice was all teasing, her glossy lips curling as she leaned closer.

Lara squirmed, a mix of indignation and something else—something warm and fluttery—stirring in her core. “I-I don’t know about that,” she stammered, but her body was betraying her, relaxing deeper into the table. The massage moved to her arms, and as Tina’s hands glided over her skin, Lara swore her frame felt… softer, her arms less angular, her skin practically gleaming.

Tina switched to a new oil, this one with a faint shimmer, and began working on Lara’s chest, just above the bra. “Oh, honey, you’ve got such cute little tits,” Tina said, her voice all bubbly. “But we’re gonna make ‘em pop, okay? This treatment’s gonna make you feel so sexy.”

Lara’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?” But before she could protest, a warm, pulsing sensation spread through her chest. She glanced down, her breath catching as her breasts seemed to swell, pushing against the lacy bra. The fabric strained, and she could see her cleavage deepening, her B-cups blossoming into full, perky C-cups, then edging toward Ds. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

“Hot, right?” Tina giggled, her hands massaging in slow circles, the oil sinking in and amplifying the sensation. “Guys love a nice rack. Bet you’re thinking about showing these off already, huh?”

Lara’s head felt fuzzy, her thoughts sluggish. “I… I guess?” she mumbled, her confusion fading as the warmth spread. She should’ve been freaking out, but it felt so good, so right. Her breasts kept growing, now a solid DD, round and heavy, straining the bra until the clasp groaned.

Tina moved to Lara’s lower body, her hands kneading her ass with a new cream that smelled like vanilla and sin. “Mmm, let’s get this booty nice and juicy,” she said, her voice dripping with mischief. “Guys go crazy for a thick ass, y’know? Perfect for grabbing… or spanking.”

Lara’s face burned, but her body arched into the touch, a soft “Mmm” escaping her lips. Her ass was changing, filling out, becoming rounder, firmer, the kind of curves that begged to be noticed. The panties dug into her new curves, riding up as her hips widened to match. She felt a strange, giddy thrill, her mind clouding over like she’d had one too many cocktails.

“You’re, like, totally hot now,” Tina said, her hands gliding up Lara’s sides, accentuating her new hourglass figure. “Bet you’re thinking about some cute guy’s cock right now, huh? Sliding between those big tits of yours?”

Lara gasped, a mix of shock and arousal hitting her. “Tina, that’s… that’s so crude!” But her voice lacked conviction, and her body was humming, her new E-cup breasts spilling out of the bra, the fabric barely holding on. She giggled, the sound high-pitched and unfamiliar. “I mean… maybe? Oh God, why am I even saying that?”

“‘Cause it’s fun, silly!” Tina chirped, applying a final lotion to Lara’s face, her fingers tracing her lips, making them fuller, glossier. “You’re gonna be, like, the hottest girl ever. Ready to have all the boys drooling.”

Lara’s head spun, her thoughts a jumble of heat and want. She barely remembered the stressed-out business major she’d been an hour ago. All she could think about was how good she felt, how her new curves jiggled with every move, how she wanted—no, needed—to feel someone’s hands on her. Preferably a guy. Maybe that cute barista from the coffee shop. Or her econ TA. Or… God, anyone with a hard cock.

Tina stepped back, clapping her hands. “All done, babe! Look at you, a total bombshell!”

Lara sat up, her bra finally giving up and snapping open, her massive E-cups bouncing free. She giggled again, not even bothering to cover herself. “Ohmygosh, these are, like, so big!” she said, her voice all breathy and light. She ran her hands over her new curves, her ass so round it barely fit on the table, her hips flaring out like a pinup model’s.

She stumbled to her feet, the panties digging into her thickened hips, and caught her reflection in a mirror. Her face was flawless, her lips plump and glossy, her dark hair now a cascade of silky waves. She looked like a fantasy, all curves and confidence, her old self a distant, foggy memory.

Tina led her back to the lobby, where Jessica was waiting, her jaw dropping. “Holy shit, Lara! You’re… wow, you’re fucking gorgeous!”

Lara giggled, twirling a lock of hair, her bare tits bouncing with every step. “Like, totally, right? I feel so… yummy.” Her mind was a haze of heat, her thoughts fixating on that barista again, imagining his hands on her, his cock sliding between her new tits. She didn’t know what a titjob was, but God, she wanted to try it.

Jessica laughed, grabbing Lara’s arm. “Babe, you gotta put some clothes on before we head out. Can’t have you flashing the whole parking lot.”

Lara blinked, her glossy lips parting. “Oh! Right, clothes! Duh.” She giggled again, slipping into her old jeans and top, though they barely fit now, her curves straining the fabric. The bra was a lost cause, so she stuffed it in her purse, her nipples hard against the tight shirt.

As they walked back to the car, Lara’s hips swayed, her new body moving like it was made for attention. “Jess, I feel, like, so good,” she said, her voice all syrupy. “I wanna… I dunno, find some hot guy and, like, play with him.”

Jessica smirked, unlocking the car. “Oh, you’re gonna have no trouble with that, trust me. Let’s get you home before you start humping the gearshift.”

Lara laughed, her mind a swirl of lust and giggles, her old worries gone, replaced by a burning need to be seen, touched, fucked. She was a new woman, and she couldn’t wait to show it off.