Brain Drain Relaxation
After placing your belongings in your designated locker, you make your way to the room assigned to you, wearing some comfortable swim-wear. This experience was almost too good to be true. An advert to experience an alien's 'brain and body massage' was a bit unnerving, but when it said you could make some money, it was hard not to take the offer. The little research done on this place shows it is safe, so nothing bad should happen.
Opening the door reveals a large open space. The roof is similar to a green house and most of the ground is occupied by a pool. Lines of green and purple vegetation are hanging throughout the room. As you are taking in the sights, you are greeted to the same creature that was on the advert: a curvy stack of pink slime-like material with several tentacles. In the center of it's head and chest area was a bright yellow circle, producing a gentle glow. The top of it's head points up akin to a squid's. It holds a staff and extends a tendril towards you, speaking in a welcoming tone.
"Welcome in! We are so thankful for you to take us up on this opportunity. Please, have a seat here." It motions to a reclined chair. It looks like something you might see on the beach and has a nice pillow to rest your head on. As you sit down, the alien squid seems to now be holding a smaller specimen. It resembles the head of the one that brought you in, only posing one tentacle of each side of it.
"Please let your eyes relax on the sights before you and take a few deep breaths." the tall slimy squid explains, raising the smaller slime above your head. Letting the natural sights put you at ease, you feel a cool sensation make contact with your scalp. It felt off at first but continuing your slow breaths returns you to a state of ease. The slightly cold touch reaches the sides of your head, as the specimen's tentacles begin to gently press and rub your temples.
"Yes, just like that. We appreciate your cooperation." The squid speaks up, as it slowly moves around you to study you and the alien on your head's movements. It makes for a pleasing pattern: as you breath in and your chest rises, the tentacles push upwards. As you exhale, they reposition lower. Over the course of a minute, this close contact feels soothing. You begin to notice the slime feels a bit warmer now.
"Wonderful. Both of you seem prepared for the next step. Now, please let yourself go limp and allow us to treat you to this comfort." The squid speaks up, gently cupping one of it's tendrils under your chin as you see it reach 2 others over your head. After you reply an affirmation, the squid presses the smaller slime over your head, it's tentacles pulling away for a moment. After having your vision encompassed by pink goo for a brief time, you feel your head enter a pocket just barely big enough to contain it. This does not affect your breathing at all but it does make most of your vision encompassed in a yellow tint. You can barely make out the outlines of the room now.
Continuing to take deep breaths, you can feel the slime around squish and pull atop you, going a bit faster that your breathing. The new movement is followed by the feeling to tentacles wrapping and exploring your shoulders and arms, coating them in that calming slime you've been getting accustomed to. After some time you notice that your body is feeling pleasantly tingly, especially where the slimy tentacles have been touching you. It feels quite relaxing but you sense excitement as the slime squishes and pulls faster on you. Each passing second you find it a bit harder to focus on anything right now. As you try to think of anything it feels like the thought is slurped right out of you like a straw. You move your fingers to see how stuck you are. While it is doable, it doesn't feel right. You could move but you don't want to. You want to just relax right now as the tingles increase in strength. Whenever you think about anything but right now the idea gets drained just as quickly.
You don't even seem to process how more tendrils have joined in the exploration of your body. It feels good to be held and have that feeling of long tentacles cupping your chest and traveling down your body. Letting them press and squeeze your waist and legs. The weight of the tendrils feels intoxicating, it seems like their weight and girth have increased over time. You don't think you even have the strength to move if you wanted to. You don't though. You've accepted the alien's contact and it is happy. It rewards you by spreading more tentacles over you, pressing it's weight all over you. Crotch, legs, stomach, back, bottom, it makes sure to leave no spot of you missing of it's slime and touch. The only part of your body that seems to be really moving is your head, as it squeezes and pulls on you more eagerly than before. Whether its from the slime itself or your body instinctively moving in tune with it to give up all you have does not matter. The amazing tingles, that is what matters to you in this state. Giving it all you can so it can provide more of it's touch is what you want. Time leaves you as you just enjoy the draining euphoria this specimen has to offer.
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You wake up, able to see clearly but feeling exhausted. You are still in the chair but your body has been wiped clean of the slime. A fluffy towel covers you from the chest down. At least, you think it's covering you. The small slime from before is resting on your stomach, slowly rising up and down as if it is sleeping. It seems to have grown twice in size and has numerous more tentacles now, each one either folded politely in front of it's head or casually dangling and resting on the floor. A couple of clinks on the ground brings your attention to the side.
"We thank you again for donating your time and energy for us. This one has grown wonderfully thanks to you." The squid slime says, retracting it's staff from the ground and giving the smaller slime some pets on its head. You can almost hear a happy 'coo' come from it as it is rubbed.
"Here is your payment. Take as much time as you'd like to recover. We appreciate your donation and hope to see you again." The squid says, placing an envelope on a table close by before making it's way out the door. You reach your hand up and gently place it atop the alien that has provided you with such a pleasurable massage, giving it a few rubs. You can confirm that it does make happy sounds.
You decide to relax a bit longer with your new favorite massagist, already thinking of what day you can schedule to come back for another session.
