What did coffee joints, mattress stores, and spas have in common? They were often numerous and sprang up overnight. Maybe not so much the spas, but the newest spa in particular, simply named "Nu U Spa" certainly seemed to. Reviews of the place were great, often people said they "Came out feeling like a new person" and they often mailed out free coupons for their special treatments, which, at least based on what the claims were, sounded completely legitimate.



Dustin was one of these people to get that coupon in the mail.

He stood just outside his home and flipped through his mail, largely junk, bills, and advertisements.

He stood at 5'9 at 230 pounds, most of the weight in his gut and chest. His face wasn't shaved, showing off quite a lot of stubble.

His dark brown hair blew gently in the wind, though barely noticeable due to its short length. His hazel eyes, through those glasses of his, caught the 'Nu U Spa' ad.



The ad itself looked interesting, to say the least. Unlike many ads that just talked about how much one could save money, or some weird gimmick like a fake contest, this ad had a picture of a hot tub with a man sitting in it- a muscular happy man surrounded by women, all with their tops off and a black censor bar placed over their chest. Each censor bar on the women had different words- more specifically, and in the proper order, 'You could be here' on them. It almost came off as some kind of pornographic ad.



Dustin stared at that ad for a moment before he flipped it over- indeed on the back it said 'Redeem this for one free special treatment at the Nu U Spa! Treatment includes massage, hot tub, mud bath, sauna, and hot tub.'



"Uh...huh..." Dustin said quietly, as he stared at the back with those hazel eyes. He had heard of the place before, and it definitely sounded like the real deal. Really, he knew there was no harm in going, although he wasn't quite sure about...well...he didn't want to show off his body. It was more of him being shy than anything else, plus spas were infamous at removing body hairs with wax, which anyone that, even saw a parody of it knew how painful it was.



Dustin flipped through the rest of the letters briefly, paying less attention to that ad, going through the rest of the boring mundane letters. After he flipped through all of the mail and came back to the ad, he noticed something different with the text underneath; it was as if it had just magically came out of nowhere. That new text read as such:

'We ensure our guests are comfortable with their visit. Treatments can be private or public; massages can be done with a woman or a man, and there is no sales pressure to purchase anything.'



Dustin blinked a few times at that new statement. He swore he hadn't seen that text originally. It looked almost like it was made specifically for him. Now there was even less harm in going. Plus, he had the day off today, so why not? He went back inside his home and dropped off the rest of his mail. He didn't have to worry about changing into new clothes; he already wore a pair of casual jeans and a red t-shirt, he also wore a small white muscle shirt underneath. It was pretty hot out, too hot to worry about wearing anything else over that. He did grab his wallet though, but he didn't take a whole lot of money with- a twenty and a few fives, he didn't bother with a credit card. If it really WAS too good to be true, he didn't want to even give them the chance to take all of his cash.



Dressed and ready, he then drove off to that spa. Dustin's home, his car, both were fairly average in terms of size and appearance, if a little messy. It wasn't a bad life, all things considered. Okay, the car had problems, but what car didn't have those?



It wasn't that far of a drive to the spa either. Soon, Dustin parked that car and he stood right beside it. The spa looked...well, large was really the only way to describe it.

The exterior was painted white with not a shred of any other color on those walls. The main entrance exterior had a large roof over it shaped much like a cylinder cut in half and reached down the sidewalk, supported by thick white pillars. There was a double-door entrance with silver handles that led inside with what appeared to be gold nameplate on each door that read "Nu U Spa" on each of them. To the left of that entrance was a large building with partial see-through glass, tinted teal. It appeared to be a pool on the other side, although Dustin would not be able to see anyone in it. It was likely one of those kinds of windows that allowed people to see out, but not vice-versa. Farther along that side of the building was more building- but without any windows, it was impossible to see what was inside. The right of the entrance had much of the same, except it lacked the pool- it just had large walls with no hint as to what was inside.



"Maybe it won't be that bad, it does look pretty private." Dustin said to himself, coupon in hand and wallet in pocket. One thing he didn't see though, were people. He imagined the place should at least be a little busy. Heck, while he got a parking spot pretty easily, there were a large amount of cars. It was a little strange, but nothing he worried too much about, he wasn't a fan of crowds, anyways. He walked up to those double doors and stepped inside.



The interior of the spa had just as white as walls as the exterior. White pillars lined up both sides of the entrance that led down to a dark brown reception desk. Gold colored chairs with red cushions sat at each pillar, big enough for two people each. Behind the pillars were various paintings using calm colors, paintings of rivers or trees and general forest scenery. Behind the desk was a large wall with a sign on that big wall that read "Nu U Spa" in bold red letters. On each side of that wall behind the desk there were two paths that led back farther into that spa.



A lone woman sat at the reception desk, one with blonde hair, tanned skin, and a...well generous chest. She almost looked like a stereotype bimbo. Her nails and her lips had a very bright pink to them, those lips stuck out in a constant pout. The woman's blue eyes turned to Dustin. "Can I help you?" she asked, that tone of hers sounded just as bimbo as the rest of her body- high pitched with a hint of a slur that sounded like an accent, though a fake one.

She then quickly turned those eyes back to a black computer screen with black keyboard as she typed out...well...it couldn't be made out what exactly she worked on from Dustin's point of view.



Dustin wasn't sure how exactly to react to such a...strange woman at the desk. A woman like THIS worked here? He approached the desk and swallowed as he got a bit nervous. "I ah...I have this coupon...here?" he set that advertisement he obtained on the desk. Sure, he found his way here was no problem, but he found it hard to talk to others- he was shy, especially around a woman like this.

This woman just oozed sexuality, and Dustin could feel a tent that formed in those jeans of his, thankfully the desk hid it and there wasn't anyone else around to see it, but it really didn't help his situation, it just made him embarrassed. He was about average down there, but his own size was the least of his worries.



"Oh yeah." The woman took the paper with her pink manicured nails. "The special treatment- go have a seat and your specialist will arrive shortly." The woman didn't even bother to so much look at him as she spoke, she just typed away at a document Dustin couldn't see on the other side of that desk.



"Who? Aren't there multiple people? Like...one person who does the massage, one who does the manicure..." Dustin was a bit confused. True, this was his first actual spa visit, but even he knew that one person doing multiple jobs sounded difficult to perform. Sure he was nervous, but he was still a little...curious as to how it worked. While he spoke, he had a bit of difficulty as he tried to look at the woman in the eyes; his shyness often got the better of him. He was focused more on that nose, as he tried not to stare at...other parts of her.



The woman turned her head to Dustin, looked up at him with those deep blue eyes and opened those pouty lips. "Have. A. Seat." She said, slowly and firmly at that, before she turned back to her computer.



Part of Dustin wanted to ask more questions, but he was a bit nervous, plus it looked like the woman now totally ignored him anyways. He'd find out soon enough, he figured. He walked over to the red cushion chair in the left-center of the entrance and had a seat like the woman asked, or more, told.

His mind was riddled with even more questions moment by moment. Why wasn't there anyone else even in the entrance? The place was absolutely quiet. Was there really only one person? Was it a guy? He wasn't sure WHO he wanted doing a massage on him. Part of him wanted a woman for, well obvious reasons. At the same time, a guy would have made him far less nervous when the time came to reveal parts of his body. At least the tent in his legs went down as he was distracted with his thoughts.



He didn't have to wait long. A figure came out of the right side path from the two paths that led farther into the spa. This figure was clearly a she; at least she looked like one with that large chest that measured at least a D cup. Those tits of hers were hugged by a rather plain white looking V-neck shirt, though they showed off that chest well. Below the chest were white colored jeans, a little odd color for jeans, but there was also a clear cut bulge at the crotch of those jeans that hinted that this creature wasn't entirely all female. There was also something else, something that stood out above the rest of her features- she was an equine anthro. She had a short muzzle with dark brown hair, white hide covered hands with feathering, and dark hooves instead of shoes, at least it explained the 'clip clop' noise she made when she walked on the hard ground beneath her. She also had a small hole in those jeans which exposed a small dark horse tail, the same color as the hair on her head. She had a small trail of white down her muzzle, and when she opened that equine muzzle of hers? She said merely one word. "Dustin?" she spoke in a deep voice, not so deep that it passed for a male, but a deep womanly voice.



Dustin wasn't sure if he should have been thankful, or frightened- an anthro horse? He didn't even know that anthro creatures could be a thing! It reminded him briefly of his own furry creature he roleplayed, though his thoughts were cut short when he realized that he should probably at least say something...not that it really mattered, he was still the only other person in the waiting room besides that one secretary. "Right...right here." He said, with a deep breath after he spoke. He stood up, and made his way over to the creature. It was hard for him to focus on her green eyes, especially since she was an anthro, a woman one at that.

She looked like she had a bit of weight yoo, but not quite as much as him.

It was then that Dustin realized something, something that he just HAD to ask. "How did you know my-"



"Name's Myu." The horse creature said, as she cut him off mid sentence. "The advertisement you gave us included your name and address on the front." She turned around and showed her rounded rear, hidden by those jeans, and equine tail that was right out in the open. "The special treatment includes a variety of our services here, but keep in mind we do these services in a very specific order, and we start with a full body massage." She paused briefly. "And I mean a FULL, body massage. We use all different varieties and techniques of massages too." She turned her head to him. "I'll also be giving it to you, personally, any questions, or shall I lead you to your room?"



"When you say full and MEAN full..." Dustin said quietly. Part of him had an idea of what exactly she meant- already he felt uncomfortable, he didn't want someone to give him a massage down...there! Well, it was an attractive woman, if anthro, which still didn't make much sense to Dustin- but that, was beside the point. "I mean..." he didn't want to say it himself.



"Yes." Myu replied, she turned around and faced him completely. "It includes down there. I understand if you're uncomfortable with a woman touching your private areas. I don't judge you on your sexuality, if you would prefer a man touching you down there instead, we can-"



"N-no!" Dustin jumped on that, beet red in the face from embarrassment. "I just, I mean, I haven't really...I just don't know if I want..."



"Look." Myu put her hands on her hips. "I don't have all day to argue. If you're really that unsure, we can start the massage everywhere else first, and then see how you feel afterwards, alright? I can already tell you're tense, you're nervous, you're shy, and you NEED some sort of massage." She turned around and walked  away from him. "Now, if you want a nice free massage, come with me, otherwise the door is right behind you."



Dustin thought to himself that she was quite assertive. He almost envied that. He couldn't explain exactly why he did what he did, but he followed Myu down the hallway, and made note of everything around the halls. "I guess I can't argue with that logic..." he said quietly.



Myu led him around the hallways- as pristine and white as much of the rest of the place. There were a couple of cameras here and there, as well as many rooms which were currently shut and lacked windows to reveal what was on the other side. The hallway was big enough for a small group of people to walk down it, though Myu led Dustin directly down the center. They reached points that branched out on occasion, and when the hallway went in multiple directions, there were signs that indicated where it went off to, places such as massage rooms, hot tubs, manicures, mud baths, and saunas. Of course there was also one for the pool and gym equipment, amongst other places, it almost seemed like the spa was larger on the inside than it was out.

It smelled quite a lot like a pool in many places, not that it was a bad smell by any means, though Dustin could not pick up any sound from the pool, just the sound of Myu's hooves, and Dustin's shoes.



Myu stopped in front of an open door and led Dustin in. This room in particular had white walls, though it almost resembled a doctor's office. It had a small dresser off to one side and a gray massage chair in the center- including a place to rest ones head that let them see the floor beneath. Although, instead of a plain floor where one put there head in this massage chair, it looked like a fish tank built into the floor itself, but covered with see-through glass. The ceiling was colored red, while the floor was, again quite white except for the spot where the fish tank resided. "Undress, lay on the chair face down, and if you're that uncomfortable with your body, put a towel over your ass." She said, rather bluntly. When Dustin came into the room, Myu closed the door and turned the other direction away from the chair. "Let me know when you're done. I give you my word I won't look."



Dustin took a deep breath and sighed. Her word alone didn't help, but what else did he have to go on? "Alright." He said quietly. He grabbed a white towel, from the stack near the chair, and set it directly on the chair itself. Then, he slowly undressed, while he checked back to see if Myu looked at the same time as he undressed. Dustin wasn't one to work out much, and when he was totally undressed, he only then remembered to check for cameras, and he did not see any in the room, thankfully.

He was a little hairy nearly everywhere, a typical guy. He also showed off that pot belly of his. His cock was, thankfully back to flaccid and was about average in size, along with those balls. He didn't want to show that off to Myu though- and if word about horses were true and their cock sizes, he REALLY didn't want to show Myu. He laid himself down on the massage chair with his back up. The chair felt like a combination of a chair itself, and a normal bed, and his face peeked through the hole in the center of where one put their head normally. He wrapped the towel around his rear and he could feel his heart beat at the thought of this equine looking at him like this. "Alright." He called out. "Ready." At least the scenery of the fish tank beneath him helped relax him- he could make out a few fish, odd exotic fish most people wouldn't know the name of, which included Dustin.



Myu walked up to him, not that Dustin could see her as she walked up, he could just hear those hooves, and watch that fish tank. What Dustin could soon feel though, were hide covered fingers on his shoulders, slowly and gently those fingers and palms pressed downwards, those delicate fingertips gently pushed at seemingly every shoulder muscle of Dustin's, and slowly traveled downwards to his back. Myu didn't speak a single word, those fingers spoke for her, and they spoke of a smooth muscle massage. Each push of each fingertip, each gentle palm, Dustin could feel those tense muscles of his relax and feel like little more than putty in her hands.



Dustin didn't want to admit that it didn't just feel good, it aroused him. He could feel that cock between his legs stiffen once more as he felt those fingertips. He didn't realize just how tensed up his body was, and this equine just worked those muscles of his. It felt as if his muscles were being pulled and molded to Myu's desire. If she was this good on his back, he could only imagine how good she would do on the rest of his body. He thought that maybe, just maybe, she could work on him down there between his legs...but he'd have to hope she wouldn't mind his...excitement at those hands of Myu's.



Each push of Myu's fingers and palms raised skin of Dustin's up- though it didn't seem to come back down into place until Myu pushed that skin back down herself, every finger left an imprint of that finger until Myu fixed it, Dustin's body literally was putty in her hands, and she molded those shoulders and back of his. Each rub on those shoulders broadened them, each gentle side push of her palm widened his body, and each push up grew his body, a mere inch or two at a time. Dustin's back looked softer and larger- he himself looked taller too, but his legs now looked on the short side- that was until Myu massaged those legs of his much like she did his back, those hairy legs grew larger and wider. Much like his back, they also grew stronger as they grew larger, though she wasn't quite done with them yet- she wanted to take care of that front side of his.

"Now, do you trust me for your more...personal areas?" she said as she broke the silence the two of them had.



"Y-yeah..." Dustin replied, quietly. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous before- this massage just relaxed him so much. He couldn't explain why, but he felt bigger and stronger. Those feet of his dangled right off the end of the chair that he swore fit him so perfectly earlier. He was still nervous, but he kept his eyes closed, and flipped himself around. He wasn't sure how to explain it, but when he turned, it felt...weird, like he wore a heavy backpack, and when he landed with belly side up, he swore he felt that back of his pushed past the edge of that chair- he thought he wasn't that wide before, but then again, he didn't care too much at the moment, he was too relaxed.



"Good boy." Myu looked at what she had to work with. Since Dustin's eyes were shut, he couldn't tell that Myu smirked as she saw that erect cock. Of course, she didn't comment on it, she knew better, heck by the time she was done? He'd probably thank her. The first thing she did was she took off those glasses of his and set them in her pocket. She then went to work on a full frontal massage- first she massaged his arms. Dustin's arms grew softer, broader, and stronger. Each push and pull of Myu's delicate fingers and palms on those muscles pushed them out, and made his body all the more relaxed. It wasn't just fat that grew on those arms; it was muscle- muscle that she put on those arms of his. Big, thick and strong muscles at the base of his arms, and it thinned down to his hands. It gave him a look of being big and powerful, as well as fat.



Myu then went to work on his chest and his gut. He already had a small gut to work with, but Myu's hands gently grabbed that belly from underneath, mere inches above his crotch. Two of her thumbs grabbed his belly, opposite sides of his belly button, and she gently moved her hands in a small wave motion that moved that gut. As she moved those hands of hers, that gut grew and grew. It wasn't just his belly that grew though; while he already had a small pair of moobs, he grew much larger ones on top of his chest. He still had muscle on that chest; it just didn't show nearly as well with that gut and moobs of his.

She also massaged those legs- she made them bigger, longer, stronger- much like his arms, his thighs had a lot of muscle and fat and it slowly slimmed down to his feet. He looked almost like he could have passed for a bodybuilder now, okay a fairly weighty one- Myu personally added more than 200 pounds to his frame, that made him weigh a total of 450. While normally a person that huge would look tremendously fat and overweight, Myu made sure quite a bit of that weight was his own muscle, and it damn well showed on those arms and legs! A lot of that fat did show on his gut, though.



Dustin's frame now looked largely complete- rather than a mere five foot something, he was now at least 6'10, almost a foot added to his height, as well as big, strong, and quite a bit fatter- really it just made him look all that more manly.

Almost manly anyways, there was one more thing Myu had to take care of before the massage was done. When Myu meant full body massage, she meant it, and she was going to give Dustin a 'happy ending' to his massage that he would not soon forget. She looked down to that cock of his and cracked her knuckles. It looked so...well, on a human it looked pretty average, but on that new body she gave him? It looked absolutely pathetic. Here Dustin was, so much bigger, so much fatter, so much taller, and his cock was just merely erect. "Just tell me if it's too much, okay?" she asked Dustin before three of her fingers gently went under those balls of his. Her thumb and pinkie shifted to the sides of those testicles and her fingers curved upwards slightly. She slowly pulled those balls down before she moved them in a circular motion on his crotch. Of course Myu didn't have gloves, but she figured who would complain about a woman that held their balls bare-handed anyways? Her other hand wrapped around that cock shaft and slowly pumped that erect cock up and down. It wasn't quite a handjob, Myu was merely repeating the movements and moved those balls while she pumped that cock, but it was pleasurable sensations nonetheless, especially as that shaft, and those balls, grew in her hands.



Dustin gasped quietly at the sensations. He wasn't sure whether to tell her to stop, or to keep going. That shy part of him definitely did not help, but it felt like part of him deep down said that this is what he wanted, that this is what he NEEDED. Neither side of him wanted to admit how pleasurable the sensations were, but both sides clearly enjoyed the attention to the cock. He swore he could feel that cock pulse and throb in Myu's hands all the harder. He swore Myu could hold his entire cock shaft nearly in one hand at first- yet as that hand of Myu's began moving up and down, he wondered if that erect cock of his was getting even more erect? Maybe Myu knew some sort of secret method- he couldn't explain it, but he could feel that shaft press up against the lower part of that fat gut of his.



Myu had lengthened Dustin's cock considerably- from only mere average, to now 10 inches, and it still grew! That cock grew just slightly over a foot- extending that cock to 13 inches long, and half that as wide- she made a very huge cock for a very large man. The hand that still rubbed his balls soon had to alternate between the pair, but it was easier when her second hand came down to help and rub and circular massage each ball together. She stopped when the balls were about the size of an orange- each! Next to impossible to hold both balls in one hand, and definitely impossible to hold that cock in one, it would definitely make masturbation sessions more interesting. Although Myu had made his cock and balls so much larger, she hadn't gone quite quick enough to make him cum, though there had been a few times where she swore he was close. "All done." She says, proudly at that. She stepped back to the door with a smile on her face. "Just take a minute, and then let me know when you're ready to go- the next stop will be a quick relax in the hot tub."



It took a moment for Dustin to recover, although his recovery was largely mental. He felt that huge cock that rubbed up against his gut, hard and aroused. He swore it was rubbing on him larger than ever, but he just couldn't bring himself to glance down at it. He just took deep breaths and tried to think of other things, boring things, not hands on his cock, not that cock in an ass. Eventually he felt his cock calm down and he finally opened his eyes.



Dustin's body felt...heavy, was really the only way to describe it. He moved one hand to one side of the massage chair, and the other to the other side. He felt his own muscle, his own fat rub against his hands as he held the chair- he knew he wasn't this fat before. He leaned up and looked down at himself, and if his jaw could drop on the floor, it would- he saw that new frame of his. No longer was he a 5'9- a person that was 5'9 who stood up against him would be a foot smaller than him, and then some! His feet, heck, almost his own knees were dangling off that massage chair, and Dustin knew he fit on it completely when he first sat on it. That gut caught his eye too- it looked so round and huge, he doubted he could see that cock between his legs if he stood up, and that reminded him of his cock. It didn't flat out feel bigger, he wasn't imagining things- it WAS bigger. Without a sheath, or any animal kind of cock to hold that size in, it almost swung down to his knees with its massive size. He could also see how big and thick those thighs and arms were, and how much muscle it was- well, and the moobs and fat he had. He was a big, strong, fat man with a huge cock. His heart beat a mile a minute- on the inside, this was exactly what he's always wanted to be, but he knew it was wrong, despite how it felt so right, he knew his body was so wrong. "W-what did you do to me?"



"It's hot tub time now. You did bring your swim trunks, didn't you? Ah who cares, you can walk around naked like that." Myu said, sing-songingly, all with a smile to her face as she looked over that body- it was definitely taller than her, and quite a bit fatter. Sure that cock wasn't QUITE as big as hers, but Myu had an equine cock between those legs, it was hard to compare.



"N-no. I can't even wear my normal clothes like this! I'm...I'm a giant, a behemoth, I'm..." Dustin felt his whole body shake, at the same time; he felt all of those urges he kept hidden, all those desires of what his fursona was, it wanted to just burst out then and there.



"Hot tub time. Now." Myu said, firmer in her tone. Sure he was bigger, he was likely stronger, but Myu's tone still sounded intimidating. She did this to him after all, and she could do...other things, if he didn't cooperate.



"I-I'll go to the damn hot tub when I fucking feel like it!" he said in a sudden burst, and then quickly covered his mouth with his hands. Those words- the way he boomed out that voice, it didn't feel like himself, it felt like that fursona- the fursona he named Berkley- a big strong muscular bear/tiger...and now Dustin, Dustin has the muscles that Berkley had, and he just shouted, just like Berkley would have.



"Fine." Myu shrugged and turned her back to him. She opened up the door and raised a finger. "There's swim trunks that will fit you in that cabinet drawer if you need them. Head on to the hot tubs when you're ready." With that, she walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving Dustin alone.



Dustin was still in complete shock, not just over his body now, but the way he acted. This equine girl, was this equine girl going to make him into Berkley? He had the build for that bear now, what else could she do? It made him wonder, it made him curious. Deep down, he wanted to be tough, he wanted to be the kind of manly figure others could look up to, heck, maybe even raise cubs, or find someone much like himself of his own massive size. Myu would have never passed for someone big and strong, though deep down, he did wonder about that bulge he saw on her earlier. If she was a herm and if that was a horse's cock, then maybe it would be something at least...



He knew one thing, he wasn't going to get answers sitting here, and he definitely wasn't going to get answers if he left the spa, plus he couldn't find his glasses. Where had they gone off to? Maybe she still had them; he had to get them back. He went to the cabinet drawer Myu mentioned and pulled out a large pair of black trunks, they were plain, but they'd do the job. When he put them on, there was a very large bulge, and that cock of his still stuck out from underneath, but with Berkley's size, he had something else with him- more confidence. "They can just...they can just see what a real man looks like." He told himself before he left the room.



Much like before, there was nobody else in the hallways- except now, Dustin was by himself. He couldn't hear those clip clop hooves of Myu's, though he could still smell that chlorine from the pool, not that he could tell how far the pool was anyways. "Hot tubs should be...near the pool." He said to himself.



Dustin eventually made it down a hallway where he could see the pool itself down at the other end, along with two changing rooms to the left and right in that same hallway.

The pool was, as Dustin could see, surprisingly empty. He just wondered where everyone was, but he just shrugged it off- the hot tubs were just one more hallway down from the pool, although unlike the pool, the hallway in front of the hot tubs didn't have changing rooms. He couldn't see any hot tubs down the hallway in the new room ahead, but he could see the path changed from a completely white, to a brownish tile color in that, what must have only been, a hot tub room.



Inside that room was not one, but four hot tubs all currently on and swirling around. Steam could be seen coming from each tub that sunk in to the floor, and each tub had a staircase that led down into it, along with the rail. The size of the hot tubs measured about the size of two giant beds pushed together- maybe 20 feet around and four-five feet deep. He spotted Myu in one of the hot tubs with her head and chest sticking up above it. She wore a purple colored bikini top, and Dustin couldn't quite see what she wore underneath- the rapid bubbles and white water masked everything underneath the hot tub.



"Coming in?" Myu asked as she spotted him. "I know I'm not exactly the type of person you'd want to be in a hot tub with, but I can provide...entertainment, if you give me a chance." She added with a smirk.



Dustin thought about what Berkley would do. Indeed, Berkley probably wouldn't really care much about Myu- at least her appearance; Berkley wasn't attracted to that kind of figure. He preferred someone...larger...someone much manlier. Still, there was something about Myu, something he couldn't quite place about her that at least made her interesting to be around with, and not just him being larger because of her. "Yeah yeah..." he replied. He walked over to the hot tub Myu was in. He sat down at the edge of the hot waters, stuck his feet in, and plopped the rest of his body in, his upper half stuck out those moobs and the upper half of that gut of his. Part of him wished for a cigarette right now and he'd be REALLY comfortable. The water was so hot and soothing against that skin of his, almost as relaxing as that body massage. "So..." he said quietly. "What...do you do in the hot tub to me?"



"What WOULD I do in the hot tub to you?" Myu asked on the other side of the hot tub with a raised brow. "There's really only one thing I can think of two people would do in a hot tub, and I don't think you have the courage to do it, big boy." She leaned further back against that hot tub, and grinned at him.



Dustin had at least a couple of ideas what Myu meant. Part of him saw himself just...having at her, but he shook those thoughts out of his head. Berkley might want that- Berkley would want a LOT out of her, and maybe to let Myu...get thanked properly. "I mean...you must have made me this huge. What else would you do to me in here?" he wasn't sure why he felt a bit more confidence. Typically he was quiet, typically he was nervous, but there was just something inside of him that told him that he needed to know what else.



Dustin tried to think of what Berkley was- that bear/tiger anthro. How big and fat he was...well Dustin already had that down. He knew the brown fur all around his body. Looking over Dustin, he was...well, fairly hairy, but only as hairy as the guy next to him. He had paws too, and a huge cock with a mix of ursine and tiger, something Dustin also lacked- even if he did have the huge cock part. He knew Berkley's age too was a bit older than him. If he was going to become Berkley, he would need to be older, and changed into an anthro still, and he didn't know how Myu could do either of those. Well, technically one was already older- reading this paragraph alone made one a few seconds older by the time they were done reading it, but Dustin was in his 20s, and Berkley was in his 30s. One didn't get THAT old THAT fast.



The deeper in thought Dustin was, the deeper he slinked into that hot tub. His legs slowly shifted upwards as he bent downwards, pushing more and more of that big fat gut of his underneath. He was soon only above with his head, shoulders, and arms- and even then a lot of the fat in his arms were underneath. The hot tub was relaxing after all, he thought about how it just felt like he could drift away here for a long time...and then he recalled that Myu still watched him, she just didn't say anything, not even responding to that question of his, but it felt like he had asked that question ages ago.



Dustin wasn't even sure how long he was in that hot tub, time felt like it was just washing over him with that hot water. His entire body just relaxed completely in that hot tub, yet he was still keeping his head afloat and his arms just above along the rim of the hot tub. He slowly closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them. The time it took to even blink felt like ages. What time was it? What DAY was it? Not even he was so sure anymore.



That hot tub continued to push its bubbles at Dustin's back, and washed away what fears he might have had, what nervousness he might have had. He should just lean back and accept it; Berkley was everything Dustin WANTED to be. The more he relaxed, the more he felt his whole body rest with him, and the stranger his body was beginning to feel. It wasn't changing as extreme as it did when he grew huge, but it was just...it felt as if small granules from the sands of time latched onto his body. He could feel that belly start to drop down, along with those moobs of his and that face developing small circles underneath his eyes, and his face widened, calmed, though developing minor wrinkles.



Dustin didn't look so much as if he were in his mid 20s anymore, no he looked as if he was in his 30s- 31 to be more precise. As there wasn't many years added, and since it was going forward in his age when he was already fully grown, there didn't seem to be that much different with him physically speaking, a little bit more saggy, but barely much of anything else. If anything, it was years of added confidence to him, years of tough, gruff, decisiveness. He wasn't quite Berkley yet, he didn't have Berkley's history- but he tasted a brief moment of his history in his mind, how tough he was- he wasn't shy anymore about showing himself off, he was huge, why SHOULD he hide himself?



Dustin was brought back to reality when he noticed Myu was still watching him all of this time. He couldn't help but smile a little, though. This horse was just looking at him with eyes that he could only think of were admiration. "What...like what you see?" he said in a gruff voice. One that he swore wasn't his own, and yet, he didn't seem to care that it wasn't, either. There was something about this equine in particular, Dustin thought to himself, something special, but he couldn't quite place a finger on what exactly it was.



"You might say that." Myu replied casually. "Call me rude, but I'm curious, how old are you?" it was a question, short sweet and simple.



Although for Dustin, it was hard to recall his own age. He looked down at his body- those moobs resting on that fat gut of his. He could feel the slight sagging of that huge belly from at least a few years of it being there, he had gotten used to it. His muscles had only slightly deteriorated, not that he didn't work out, it was just age, the sands of time naturally made it harder to keep the muscles around, and made it easier to store the fat. "31." He replied, firmly and confidently. Yes, that age felt right. Something told him he was...younger- wasn't he in his mid 20s? No, that just didn't sound right, he MIGHT have passed for late 20s, but definitely not mid. "What about you, horse girl?"



"Dear." Myu placed her white equine hands on the rim of the hot tub and pulled herself up. She revealed that she wore trunks herself as well as that bikini top. It was an odd set- normally one wore a bikini bottom with a bikini top, but Myu had...attachments down there that made it difficult. "You never ask a woman her age. Still, now that you're wet and relaxed, just two more things to go- a mud bath treatment- and it's only one hallway down from here." With her body pulled out of that hot tub, she put those hooves on the ground and stood up. "Meet me there when you're ready. Feel free to keep wearing those swim trunks, too. Or not. I really don't care." With that, Myu walked away and left him alone once more.



Dustin watched her vanish from his sight, and left him be. It was only when he watched her that he had totally forgotten about his glasses. She still took them from earlier, and she wasn't even wearing that original suit of hers- where could they have gone now? He still wasn't going to get answers sitting here though, and she was going to be over in the mud bath treatment area- he'd have to get going there. He pulled himself out of the hot tub and stretched his back, his back popped many times as he did so. "Not far from here..." Dustin didn't even bother drying himself off- the equine didn't, why should he? If he got cold, then he'd worry about it, but his frame would make that pretty hard to accomplish. He walked out of that hot tub room and glanced up at the signs in the hallways. He quickly found his way to the mud bath treatment room which wasn't too far from the pool. Unlike most other rooms, Dustin found a door in front of the mud bath room- a steel door with a turn handle.



Dustin opened the door and looked around inside, finding Myu wearing...her old getup- the shirt and pants and...how DID she change so fast? Plus, she was now as dry as a bone. Right in front of her was a large mud bath with grass lining the sides of it. It looked...well it was mud, big and brown, as brown as Myu's horse hide. "I just kind of realized." Dustin asked once he got in. "You have my glasses? I mean, I'm more than willing to take the mud bath treatment and everything, but I'd like to at least know where my glasses are."



Myu whipped out a pair of glasses from behind her back. Really, that was the only way to explain where she got things. How she pulled things out from behind her had yet to be explained, and likely it never would. "Right here, big boy." She teased, well- it was a pretty accurate statement given his size. "If you REALLY want them, come over and grab'em." She added, while she motioned him forward with a single finger, using the same hand that held those glasses.



Dustin wondered briefly what Myu thought of. Was he finished with his spa treatment? He still had the mud bath at the very least, but...well, it would be nice to hold on to his glasses, as much as he was following Myu around, it was kind of hard to trust her. "Fine. I will." He said, determined. The normal Dustin would likely be a bit more intimidated, but Dustin felt not quite himself anymore. He felt stronger and more...sure of himself. He walked straight around that square shaped mud bath and right in front of Myu. He then held out that hand of his. "If you don't mind." He stood on a towel right in front of Myu- it was a pretty large towel actually and part of him wondered why it was even there, but he didn't think about it too much.



"Since you asked nicely..." Myu glanced down at that towel and smirked up at him. One of her hooves stomped on that towel and pulled it to him, causing Dustin to slip. Of course Myu had the towel there for a reason. She couldn't just damn outright push him into the mud bath, not someone of his stature, not someone with that big a gut- her hands would just go right on in that fat of his.



"W-what the fuck!" Dustin shouted. Sure, standing on a towel might have asked for it, but, well...there went what little trust he had in Myu as he lost balance and fell back first into the mud with a soft 'splat' noise. The mud swallowed up much of his body quickly, but it left his hands, feet, and his head exposed right above it. "Dammit horse woman! What the fucking hell is this shit, making me slip in the mud like I'm some damn entertainment to you?" He didn't feel...mad...oddly. Irritated definitely, but not mad. Dustin had to pause once he was finished talking- Dustin just to wonder WHY he was swearing like a sailor. The normal Dustin wouldn't do that, but Berkley....Berkley might, especially if someone did THAT to him.



"Sorry. Normally I'd just say to jump on in the mud, but in your case, we can't have all of you inside the mud just yet, we have to do some special hand and feet treatments. And a facial." Myu pulled out more things from behind her- things that just left people wondering how she put such things back there in the first place. She pulled out a white facial mask with two cucumbers in one hand, and the other had a single large blue nail file. As if she were then lighter than air, she stepped on the mud without sinking. She had made Dustin slide right to the center of the mud bath, and she certainly didn't need to get into that mud herself, well most of her anyways. "It's not like you're in any real danger here. So really, don't worry about it. I can tell that heart of yours is going a mile a minute, too." Myu walked right beside Dustin, those hooves stepped onto the mud, but they treated it like it was some kind of water bed, the mud wobbled, but her hooves never sunk down. "Just lay back, relax, and let Myu do the work." She tossed that facial mask over Dustin like putting sheets on a bed. It left his eyes exposed, but she covered them up with the cucumbers. It did briefly raise the question, what DID she do with those glasses? But...well...they went behind her back somewhere.



Dustin's nervous side kicked in, the Dustin that was still Dustin. He didn't have a choice in the matter- the mud clung to him firmly and prevented movement. He could only wiggle his hands and toes, or just BARELY move that head. The mud constricted and held him in place, though oddly he was still able to breathe in and out normally underneath it. The mud smelled...well fairly obvious, like mud, but it felt oddly warm underneath. Not hot, just warm- as if a soft blanket surrounded his entire body, though not a very clean blanket since it was just mud. He had to wonder to himself, how did Myu walk like that? But he quickly lost his vision due to the cucumbers placed over his eyes. It still didn't calm him down any of course; it just made him more nervous. "D-dammit woman...I just wanted my glasses back. You could have ASKED and I could have gotten in here afterwards, or just like...said something." He still wasn't sure where his words were coming from, he knew a lot of it wasn't his own, he wouldn't speak like this usually- heck, he was shy, him talking should have rarely happened.



"Well, I needed you to fall in the mud a very precise way. You ever try falling in the water backwards? Hard thing to do." Myu explained. She reached down to his feet and gets down on her knees. The fact that the mud didn't swallow any of her yet was, needless to say, amazing. She hummed to herself while she filed away at those toes of his, one digit at a time, though her other hand forced those toes of his to stick together. "Don't worry, this won't take too long, then you can relax in the sauna and you'll be good to go home."



"Shouldn't I at least wash the mud off first?" Dustin spoke, though with that facial mask over him, he tried to be careful about opening his mouth. The mask didn't solidify over his face, but it still felt weird talking with a wet mask directly over ones lips.



"Can't hear you. Filing." Myu casually responded. Those toes, those feet of Dustin's were still fairly small compared to his large frame. As Myu filed those digits with one hand, the other gently held onto those hairy feet- her thumb pressing into the sole and pushed it forward; she grew Dustin's own feet in the process, all while those nails of his were receding into those toes of his. Myu whistled while she worked and dipped one foot of Dustin's into the mud before pulling it back out, amazingly leaving her own hand completely free and clean of mud, while covering Dustin's foot in so much of it that it was absolutely caked in it. Myu casually brushed away the mud pile on Dustin's foot with her hands, and what was left underneath after she removed all that mud, was fur and paw feet. Not just normal paw feet, but big bear/tiger paw feet.

His nails were no longer there, but a slight press of a toe brought one out briefly- retractable claws. Myu then did much of the same process with his other foot; she gave him two large bear/tiger feet that measured MAYBE size 14. Myu wasn't good with shoe sizes honestly for obvious reasons; Dustin's size was probably larger. "Alright, now the hands."



Dustin couldn't explain the odd feeling in his feet. One moment it felt nice with filing, then he felt a thousand pinpricks, and then...well it felt like a warm soft blanket covered his feet outside of that mud. He couldn't see what was going on down there, the cucumber eyes prevented that. As for Myu- she was...well he was sure he had already mentioned everything she could be- he didn't know WHAT to think of her. She was a free spirit that was both sane and insane. One minute she was mean to him and tripped him up, the next she was giving him the foot treatment of a lifetime.

He wiggled those new digits, unaware the mask stretched out that face of his. Those eyes of his eyes changed underneath those cucumbers, too. He swore he saw the cucumbers turn a light brownish and he just figured they took away some dirt in his pores or something. He felt more...Berkley than ever before, he couldn't explain it, but he still felt Dustin on the inside too- it was almost like two minds sharing the same body, and that gave him mixed emotions- part of him wanted to comment on her craziness, the other part thought she might not like that.

Part wanted to know just how much more changed he was going to get, the other part? Okay, the other part was beginning to embrace it. Sure he was still nervous, he couldn't go back to his place like this, but...why would he want to? He could live a new life, a new life as a big strong fat man, one he wouldn't mind living. Of course clothes would be a huge pain in the ass, but it was a small price to pay for his generous size. He already knew those feet felt so different, and now she was doing the same to his hands. He already looked so much like Berkley, and with those hands, what else was left?! Well, his face and fur. He also recalled a long tail, too.



As Dustin thought of that fur, he also felt a little strange underneath all that mud too. It felt like his skin got thousands upon thousands of tiny prickles. It didn't hurt; it was just a tingling sensation throughout so much of his body. Even that cock of his underneath the swim trunks felt odd. He couldn't help but wonder how the mud even got underneath the swim trunks- that mud worked like sand he swore, it got up in all of his places. Perhaps, he thought that was the fur. He couldn't dig himself out of that mud, as annoying as it was, to be able to check, though. Once the pinprick feeling was over with, it just felt like he was wrapped in a blanket underneath that mud. It made him feel a little warm, but it wasn't like he could get out, and he doubted Myu would let him out until she was finished.



Dustin also thought perhaps it was the facial mask that might have changed that face of his, and he couldn't have been more right- that facial mask stretched and pulled his face. He could feel that facial mask adjusting, yet he couldn't move his face enough to get it off of him. He was afraid he'd swallow the thing if he opened his mouth as he felt that muzzle grow into place. And his ears shifting to the top of his head no less.



As for Dustin's hands, Myu was molding them and pushing them into large paw digits- much like she did with his feet, they became front paw hands with retractable black claws, and those digits were quite large- she gave him large hands to go with the large feet, not ridiculously large, but he deserved large hands for that big huge frame of his. Of course, she dipped them in the mud and pulled them out. She then wiped off the mud to reveal those retractable claw hands, big, furry, and manly. The sheer fact the mud came off so easily was actually quite amazing.



Myu let go of those hands and dusted her own hands off. She could have let him take a shower after all that mud, but she didn't think a shower scene with the two of them would work out well at all. "Alright, all done- only thing that's left to do is the sauna. I'll meet you there like we did here; just follow the signs- not too far from that pool. But one more thing..." Myu reached forward and put her fingers around Dustin's face. With a quick SHOVE, she pushed Dustin's face into the mud. "Meet me there when you're ready, okay?" she then said before turning around and taking her leave, leaving Dustin to...well, flail in that mud.



Dustin gasped briefly as his head was pushed in- he couldn't breathe in mud- that was for damn sure! He felt thousands of pinpricks and the mud pulled at those ears of his as he struggled. That equine was clearly messing with him again- he waved his arms wildly, surprisingly that mud's texture was completely inconsistent, not just with Myu, but with him as he quickly found out.

His hands clung onto the top of the mud while he pulled his head back out, as if the mud was both the water, and the lifesaver to pull him out of that water. He was able to, in fact, pull his entire body out of the bottom of the mud and get on top of the mud much like Myu had done, unfortunately his butt just didn't want to come out. There was a spot right above his ass that was stuck. He got the rest of his body out, and this spot just made him look like a dog dragging its rear on the ground. With a grunt, strain, and pull, Dustin forcefully pulled it out and yelped as he felt a pain of that spine just grew then and there. He glanced back and noticed there was a tail caked in mud. One quick stroke with a hand wrapped in that tail cleaned off the mud revealed a tiger tail- with brown and green stripes. Of course, he then noticed his arm- which was also covered in brown fur and green stripes.



With a heavy sigh, Dustin stood up and brushed the mud off of the rest of him, much of that mud just fell to the ground naturally which saved quite a bit of time. He already knew his hand, his arm, it was all covered in fur, and when he saw what was underneath all of that mud, he knew one thing- he needed a mirror- badly. He saw more fur, a lot of fur. His body was covered in that fur- and he could make out stripes on both of his arms too, green stripes. He could only imagine himself looking like Berkley, if only because through his eyes, those eyes he could only imagine also changed color, was Berkley. He looked down at those hand paws of his and flexed those fingers now that he was mud free, small black claws popped out just like that. "I don't know if I should be scared, or aroused..." he said to himself. He was becoming Berkley, hell; he must have looked totally like it! He was still Dustin though, at least mentally. "What else can she POSSIBLY do in the sauna?" he also could tell his voice wasn't quite...different, it was still him being his own voice. Well, there was only one way to find out what Myu might do. Maybe it was his curiosity, not even he knew at this point.



Dustin left the mud bath and went to the exit. He glanced back at his own footsteps to notice not a single drop of mud was being traced now, and he didn't have any mud on him anymore, at least none he could detect with the fur covering his body. He made his way out to that white hallway and followed the signs to the sauna, those new bear/tiger ears of his picking up the sounds of the pool while his new noise could definitely smell it.



Before Dustin got to the sauna, since he knew it was so close, he went to the locker room. It wasn't that he had to change, but he had to see himself for who he really was. The locker rooms were as empty as the rest of the hallways, and included a large open shower area, as well as toilets off to the side. Berkley wasn't concerned about the shower though; Dustin was more worried about- "Aha. A mirror." He had found a full length mirror that stretched alongside one wall- measuring at least ten feet tall and three times wide! He rushed over to it and glanced at himself in that mirror.

What Dustin saw stare at him right back through that mirror wasn't his own body, but Berkley. He stood at 6'10, measuring around 450 pounds- he was a big bear/tiger anthro. His big bear/tiger feet stood on white tiled floor with their claws hidden underneath those paws. His legs were a combination of muscular and fat, only getting larger at his thighs where it showed off quite a bit of muscle, but large fat muscle. He still wore those swim trunks, but he couldn't help himself but take those down to see a new cock entirely- no longer human, but pitch black with an ursine slight textured barbs at the end- a combination of his two races. It was still quite giant too, any underwear he put on, any CLOTHES he wore over it, would still give that bulge- just like those trunks of his.



His belly was huge- had his cock not been as big as it was, it would have been difficult to see it, that gut stuck out a good near-foot or so in front of him, while those moobs rested softly on that very same stomach. His arms were also big and beefy, but fat too- he could make out the muscle lines, but at the same time he could see all that fat on those muscles., all lead up to his hands with those retractable claws. All along those brown furred arms and legs were green stripes



He even had a tail- a slim striped green and brown tail, the first thing Dustin recalled seeing in this new form- well along with those hands that swiped the mud clean from that tail. It was placed ever so slightly above those swim trunks, while the rest of his back looked...well it was brown with green stripes. He didn't have any stripes on his belly; those stripes were all along his sides and back- with some on his shoulders, too.  

And then there was Dustin's face. That bear and tiger muzzle stuck out like a sore thumb with that big black nose. He opened his mouth and saw all of those sharp teeth he had, pristine white. Not one to shave often, he had a white beard, although not a huge one, one maybe a couple inches long that just made him look even manlier. And those eyes, no longer a hazel, but aquatic blue. Lastly those pointed brown ears, Dustin saw Berkley through and through- he didn't sound like him, he didn't think like him, at least too much, but there was Berkley, staring at him in the mirror.

"That's...that's me..." he said quietly, he brushed a fur covered hand over the small beard of his. Now, he really was more curious than ever what Myu would do. He fixed those black swim trunks and made his way to the sauna.



The entrance to the sauna, like the mud bath, was steel, though when he opened it, it looked as if it had a wooden interior, which included light brown wooden floors with careful lightning. The all well known sauna rocks lay on a small table with a small pool of water nearby, while long benches attached to the walls and floor lined up the walls- traced upwards almost like seating at a sports event, though not going up quite as tall- about three floors worth. There wasn't any steam right now, but he could spot Myu sitting there naked right in the center of those seats. Dustin knew saunas that one could be naked in on occasion, but he swore there would be men and women one- actually, Dustin thought, with that equine cock and those balls, he wasn't sure if Myu was in the 'correct' sauna or not...come to think of it, this one didn't even have any gender signs on it. "So, what's left to change? I'm Berkley now it looks like." He was straightforward with that- thinking about how Berkley might react in such a situation.



"Take off those swim trunks, have a seat next to me, and find out." She said casually, with a small shrug. Myu's body was toned. That equine cock was sheathed, but it was clear- she wasn't fully female. Those brown tits with dark brown nipples rested out in the open, exposed, just like her gut with a small white splotch belly. "And don't worry. I won't push for sex. I'm not into big manly guys, and I don't think you're into herms." She stuck out her tongue. "But, I think we could get along pretty well as friends."



Dustin knew he was...well... endowed. He wasn't sure how big Myu was, but the idea to expose it around her...well...he had done so before already, what harm was there now? With a deep breath, he pulled off those swim trunks and revealed that 13 inch ursine/feline cock. He then sat down a foot away from her on the bench below her, though turned right to her. "Fine...now what?" he had to ask.



"Now...I think we fix up another part of you." Myu reached over and grabbed a ladle. She dipped it into a small pool near the coal, and dumped water onto the coals- starting the steam in the room. "But first..." she dropped the ladle and reached behind her back. Myu pulled out a cigar- a large brown cigar with a black stripe in the center. Wherever she pulled out the cigar from, it was already prelit with an orange glow at the end of its tip. "Smoke?"



Dustin had...a LOT of questions about that- where the hell did Myu pull that out from? She was NAKED! He wasn't a smoker either. Berkley was, but not him. "No thanks I-umph!" he was cut off when Myu just...popped that thing in his mouth anyways. Unfortunately, he was in mid-inhale when he spoke, and unfortunately, that cigar was lit which made him inhale in that smoke.

Dustin turned to the side and spit out the cigar, and coughed- and coughed a LOT, like a man that took his first cigar, and so unexpectedly no less. "W-what the fucking hell?! Stop with the tricks!" he shouted, his voice sounded deeper than it was before.



"Sorry. I'm all about the tricks." Myu pulled out ANOTHER cigar, not caring where the first one went off to. "People seem to enjoy them...unless they're the dominant type. Are you the dominant type, Dustin?" she put one hoof up onto her own bench and rested the arm that held the cigar on it. "If you REALLY don't want the cigar in your mouth, you really should just be more...assertive. Forceful. REALLY let me know you don't want it."



Dustin shot an angry glare at Myu. He was dominant...wasn't he? He was big and tough, that showed so well with his body. "I know what I am, and I don't want-" he was cut off again as Myu shoved that cigar in his mouth. He turned to the side and...well he inhaled deeper this time before he spat it out to the side and exhaled. It felt so much smoother going down his throat, he felt so much calmer, and so much more...powerful. Still, he turned back with an angry glare. "I said fucking stop that!" He didn't want to admit that, the second time he inhaled it, it actually felt relaxing. He didn't want Myu pushing the cigars in his face, though.



"Fine." Myu pulled out one last cigar and...offered it to him instead. "I won't force you. Why not just take it instead?" she held the lit end towards her, and the other end towards Dustin.



Dustin was half ready to smack that cigar right out of her hand now, but the only thing that stopped him was...well, the cigar. He had them before today...hadn't he? It was hard to remember...something in his body told him that he'd be more relaxed with a cigar though, so with a frustrated sigh, he took it and slowly put it in his own mouth. Not even he could explain why, he just took it, put it to his mouth, and inhaled once more.



Now smoking to Dustin felt... familiar, and just like he thought, it relaxed him, as if he had done it many times before. He reached up and grabbed that cigar in his mouth, although with only two fingers. He held it out of his mouth and exhaled that smoke. It felt so different to him now, as if Dustin had inhaled confidence, toughness, decisiveness, and exhaled nervousness, unsure feelings and how he had to put up with Myu's...crap. Clearly, Myu had done so much to him, but she still tricked him on so many levels.

"I'll keep this cigar...but only because I damn want to." He told Myu with a voice that sounded deeper and rougher.



"That doesn't sound like you being assertive. That sounds like me pulling a cartoon trick and making you think you want it." Myu said with a grin on her face. "But hey, I'm not going to complain. Keep it, you deserve it, Berkley."



Dustin paused at that. Did Myu just call him...but...well Berkley was the name of that bear/tiger, the name of the creature he looked like, but he couldn't have been Berkley, could he? "I might look like him...I might sound like him, but I'm not..." he paused as he took another inhale of that cigar. As steam filled the room and Dustin exhaled that smoke, the name Berkley sounded more...accurate. He couldn't have been Dustin. Where did that name even come from? "What was I saying again...?" he asked her, scratching his head with his free hand.



"Nothing. Hey, want some glasses?" Myu pulled out yet another thing from behind her naked back. The sheer fact she continued to pull things back there was just getting downright silly. The glasses she pulled out? Dustin's own pair she held on to, the pair she had, quite literally, teased him about giving back to him earlier.



"The fuck would I need glasses for?" the bear/tiger anthro replied casually. He leaned back and began to relax, though he kept staring up at Myu. He still knew deep down that she was a tricky one, to say the least. She pulled things from behind her naked back, she tricked him into...what did she trick him into exactly? A mud bath, a massage...he recalled she still owned this place, and she pampered him, but she also pulled some odd tricks here and there. It was confusing, to say the least.



"Nothing, nothing." Myu tossed the glasses and they landed right next to that first discarded cigar. "So, are you going back to Montana when you're done with your vacation here?" It sounded as if Myu tried to help fill in the blanks in Dustin's head. "I can imagine your job as a psychiatrist can be stressful at times."



Dustin...no, Berkley, took another puff of that cigar. "It's stressful here when you pull your pranks. Mind cutting that shit out? You're a damn good spa other than that." Each puff of that cigar, he felt less and less like Dustin, and more and more like Berkley. What was left of Dustin? WHO was Dustin? Not even Berkley could recall, anymore.



"Only if I get kisses and cuddles from a big papa bear like yourself." Myu teased. She had already expressed little interest in sex with the creature, but hey, kisses and cuddles? She loved those from just about anyone and anything, especially those she gave the...treatment, towards.



Berkley wondered about that. Why was he invited here, anyways? Wasn't it a coupon? He took another whiff of that cigar. No, Myu was his friend. Not a girlfriend, but a friend, a close one. Sure they lived far apart, but there were times Berkley swore she was just a block away some days, as if she had some crazy magic or something...well, magic would explain how Myu pulled so much stuff behind her back. Myu also liked kisses, cuddles, and...well she liked sex, but she never bugged Berkley about it. Myu didn't quite like Berkley in that way, and Berkley didn't like Myu in that way, it was mutual respect.

"Fine. But only if I get a VIP access to come here all I want." He replied, tougher, smarter, and happier.



"Agreed." Myu didn't need to think twice about it. She quickly hopped down from that bench onto Berkley's naked nude lap, her nude body brushed up against that gut of his, as did those balls and her sheath. She reached up and gave him a kiss while she hugged that gut. "So, how much longer you going to stay here, then?"



It didn't take long for Berkley to think for an answer for that. He smiled down at her and chuckled. He wrapped one arm around her and held her close to that fat furry gut of his. "I think I'll stick around with you for awhile. This 'Nu Spa' of yours is quite good...in fact I think I'll tell everyone I came out feeling like a new person!"