Well, I'm something of a fan of goo characters, and I notice there is a distinct lack of that in my gallery. So I decided to fix that with this story, where I begin to delve into the ideas of how goo characters would actually integrate into an anthro society. There's a lot more to delve into I'm sure, but this idea really called to me.

In short this story features a young Seal who discovers that the assimilation abilities of "gel entities" can actually prove amazingly useful.

While you can download the RTF for your own later perusal, you can also read it right now below. And please, I would love to hear from you, especially if you enjoy it enough to favorite. Speaking of which, I do hope you enjoy


The Full Body Massage


Terrence had tried everything, or at least everything that wouldn’t cost him an arm and a leg. But at this point, he was contemplating paying even that. At least then, some of his aching muscles would no longer be a concern. While he wasn’t young anymore, relatively speaking, the Seal still thought himself in decent shape, and he certainly wasn’t old in any reasonable standard, except by slang terms. But the fishing season was rough this year, and it wore on his body more than usual.

This led to tight and cramped muscles that at times made him so stiff he felt virtually useless. Such wouldn’t be too much of a problem, except that, unlike some of his crewmates, he was protected from the cold by a thick layer of blubber. While this saved on clothing, as he really didn’t need to layer much, it meant that when his muscles got tense and knotted, there was little he could do about it until they worked themselves loose, which took time and rest. Virtually nothing could get deep enough to relax his muscles, which at times had gotten so bad that he was al but useless on the ship, sometimes for days. And, of course, a useless fisherman is dead weight.

Though he wasn’t much inclined to a friend’s suggestion of going to a massage parlor, he was really running out of ideas and options. Nothing he’d tried up to that point had helped, muscle relaxant medication was out as that would make him just as useless on the ship as being tight, and he knew he was walking on thin ice with his boss as it was. He was getting a lot of slack, of which he was grateful for, but he knew it would only last so long. He needed to earn his keep again, or he’d be out of a job in favor of someone without his issues. The cost of the massage parlor would seem comparatively small if he ended up losing his job by not going.

The place was unassuming enough from the outside, and seemed at least reasonably modest. That helped his mood as he entered, having not looked forward to the general level of pomp he associated with such places, even if it was mostly a matter of prejudice. The receptionist was polite and not pushy as she pointed out the pamphlets from which he could look over his options. Most places like this, to his understanding, usually had a system of reservations and appointments, but from what his friend told him, this chain was designed as more of a walk in.

There was an air of serenity to the place, as was perhaps to be expected from a business that made money largely of relaxation, but it was a rather subtle ambiance. There was a clean look to everything without being sterile, some kind of background music was going that was too subtle to make out, but kept the place from being too quiet, colors were muted and everything was smooth. At a glance, nothing looked all that special in and of itself, and in fact seemed rather generic, but there must have been something to it, as he did feel more at ease as he sat down in one of the many chairs placed seemingly haphazardly around the large reception area.

A bit to his surprise, the prices seemed reasonable enough, certainly a lot cheaper than he’d expected, and he started to suspect that other places likely charged for the atmosphere as much as the actual service. Everything he was reading seemed pretty straight to the point, and while there seemed to be relaxing elements to the place that he’d noted, it didn’t have that “zen garden tranquility” feel or anything, like he’d expected. Even so, he was still dubious if any kind of massage could even get to his muscles enough to do anything. However, he knew he certainly couldn’t be the first with this problem, so maybe someone had already figured out a technique that worked. And, as was part of the argument his friend used to get him there, he wouldn’t know until he tried.

They had a fairly wide array of services so that Terrence had to wonder just how many ways one could massage a body. Skimming over the titles, it seemed the place offered a lot of specialty services among the things he had expected, some of them apparently only being ten to fifteen minutes apiece. There was a basic massage, foot massage, hand massage, neck and shoulder, deep tissue massage, full body massage, complete body massage…

Complete body massage?

Reading further, he found there wasn’t even a timeframe or price associated with the option, only that it was a new service in a trial period and to ask the receptionist for further details. Curious, he inquired, and she explained that it was a new methodology they were trying out, and that the only price associated was to fill a survey at the end regarding it. It was a blind trial run, and it would be unfair to the customer to pay for such and potentially be dissatisfied.

To Terrence, that seemed a win/win. Try out the service free of charge to see if it would help, and then just fill out the survey at the end. If things didn’t work out, then at least he tried something. As he agreed and signed all the requisite paperwork for services to be rendered, he let his mind wander as to why the service was phrased the way it was, listening to the receptionist with half an ear. Perhaps the masseuse used their whole body to massage? That would be interesting. Or maybe rather than a one on one thing like usual, it was a group thing that covered the entire body at once?

Lost in pondering, he nearly missed the room the receptionist had indicated to go to. It was the only open door, so it wasn’t hard to find, and come to think of it, she had gotten on some kind of intercom as he left. Apparently, the masseuse was buzzed when there was a client, so that working or not, everyone else had privacy, and the open door made it that much easier to find the right place.

The idea of multiple workers on one person was refuted when he saw but one lady Leopard in the room. While the room had much the same unassuming yet relaxing ambiance the reception area did, his masseuse was another story, as there was something about her pose that seemed almost sensual, which made him a little uncomfortable. But no sooner did the thought cross his mind that she stood from the table and greeting him professionally, leaving Terrance to wonder if that sensuality was just hid mind wandering a little too far.

“Welcome, my name is Vanessa Hiles. And you would be?”

“Terrence. Terrence Geril.” He closed the door as he addressed himself, assuming she would ask that of him anyway, and he guessed her approving nod was as much for that as to acknowledge his return greeting.

“Have a seat please,” she asked politely as she indicated the cushioned table she had been sitting on herself a few moments before. “Now, what brought you to try the complete body massage?”

Terrence sat down and took a few moments to organize his thoughts, deciding to take the simplest route. “Well, I’ve tried everything else I can think of and can’t seem to loosen my muscles under all this,” he said with a pat to his shoulders. “That’s a pretty thick layer to get through.”

“Hmm…I don’t believe I’ll have any trouble with that,” she told him with seemingly genuine confidence. “Now, if I’m going to get to it, I’ll need you to remove your shirt.”

He expected such, but for that, he’d waited for the request. It seemed no sooner than his skin was exposed than her hands were on his shoulders, and he began to wonder what part of the whole thing made this a trial run. Everything seemed pretty straightforward so far as far as he could tell. Still, she was certainly good at her craft, as the way her hands passed over his shoulders certainly felt nice, even if its effects hadn’t reached his muscles yet. Rather than let his mind wander again, he focused on her hands, thinking perhaps he could feel what made this massage different. It was why he could tell when her hands gradually began to cover more surface area than hands were capable of.

He froze in place but for his head, which turned to look over his shoulder. Sure enough, her hands were no longer solid, spread out across his back like a gel connected to her wrists, and now he realized what she truly was. She was a gel entity, what some called goo people, though such was generally considered a derogatory phrasing. There had been a huge scene at their discovery about twenty years ago when they were discovered, only for people to learn that they had integrated themselves into society long before that. It wasn’t a pleasant time in history, nor the years that followed, but when the dust settled, things actually managed to go back to something like normal, but with people aware, for the most part.

The gel entities were silent about their origins, and still were, speaking as though there were always a part of civilization. And maybe they were, which was actually still a matter of historical debate. But what more concerned Terence was what such entities were capable of. They could mimic the look of almost anything, and sustained themselves by assimilating mass, most often organic mass. More than one gel entity serial killer had made headlines over the years, and legal battles were still fought in courts regarding laws applied to gel entities and how to keep fair law with what all they were capable of. And there he was, alone in what was perhaps a sound-proof room with one of them. Was this entire operation a sham?

It wasn’t until he noted the absence of something that his mind was brought back to what was actually happening in the room. That absence, in particular, was Vanessa’s hands being removed from his back.

“We can stop now, if you are uncomfortable,” she said, more detached than she had been before. “Just see the receptionist about the survey.”

Terrence took a few deep breaths to calm himself. If she really intended to kill him, she could have engulfed him the moment he tensed up, and he chided himself on jumping to such a conclusion. Still…

“Um…can I…speak to the manager first?” he asked. He felt a little guilty, given how dejected her voice sounded, as well as she tried to hide it. Terrence knew he had acted quite rude, knowing intellectually that gel entities were at large no worse than any other people, but that fear still resided in his mind that he could not shake, and he just had to make sure before he did anything else. Though the odds of this being some kind of death trap were likely astronomically small, it had happened before, and that news story would not leave his mind.

Vanessa simply pushed a button on the discrete little intercom in the room, and it wasn’t a long wait before the door opened to reveal a Polar Bear in what could best be described as a loosely business casual outfit standing in the door frame. His expression said that he already knew exactly what was going on, and before a single word was spoken, he simply pulled out a handkerchief and what looked like a letter opener, pricked a finger, and let a few drops of blood fall on the handkerchief. It was a sign that one was flesh and blood and not a gel entity, as they didn’t bleed and couldn’t even pretend to in the matter displayed. Apparently some of those before him had had similar thoughts to Terence, and had thought the manager may have been a gel entity as well in an elaborate trap.

“I can assure you that Ms. Hiles is an employee here and that her abilities are what makes the ‘complete body massage’” the manager said in a matter of fact way that broached no contradiction, and was said with the ease of familiarity of one who had said the same sentence countless times before. After a few moments though, his expression softened considerably. “Caught you by surprise I take it?”

“Um…yeah…a little?” he said a little sheepishly, starting to feel like an utter fool.

“And your mind wandered in a fight or flight way?”

“Yeah…” There was so much understanding in the big man’s voice that it was surprisingly becoming more difficult to feel stupid.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll admit, how people react is a part of this whole thing, as we were afraid that people would be too hesitant to try at all if they knew in advance. Honestly it’s the ones who are perfectly fine from the get go that have me a little worried.”

Terrence got a little chuckle out of that. “Yeah, well, thanks. Sorry to call you in I guess.”

“No apologies needed, it’s perfectly understandable. Now, I’ll let you two get back to it, if you’re still willing.” The manager left on that note, closing the door quietly behind him before Terrence could get a “thank you” out of his open mouth.

“Would you like to proceed?” Vanessa asked from behind him, causing him to flinch. He hadn’t heard her get behind him again.

“Yeah, sure,” he said, trying to calm his jump started heart, of which he was only moderately successful. It had been a long, long time since such defensive instincts had really come on him.

She chuckled, helping to relieve Terrence’s fears that he’d offended her. “I’m guessing that ‘yeah’ is something of a nervous tick of yours?” She had begun her massage of his shoulders again, but not immediately spreading herself across him, and he appreciated that she was starting from the beginning.

“Ye…I guess so,” he replied, shaking his head as he almost said it again. Vanessa chuckled heartily, a merry sound, and he felt the subtle vibrations of the laugh through her hands, which was an interesting sensation.

“So…what exactly are you going to do?” he asked once she had begun to slowly spread herself over his back.

She paused in her ministrations a moment as she mulled it over. “How familiar are you with what I’m capable of?”

“Passingly, I’ll admit,” he replied honestly. “Mostly through the news and the basic stuff that’s taught in schools.”

“Then you know some of our abilities of assimilation?” He tensed again, but only a slight wince this time, as he nodded. “Well, what most people don’t really understand is that it’s not an all or nothing matter. It’s actually a rather involved process.” As she spoke, her form was moving in a thin coating from his back to his front, gradually enveloping his torso, massaging the skin everywhere it touched. It looked quite surreal to Terrence as he looked down to watch her progress, as though her spreading form was smooth in its natural form when not imitating fur, it still possessed her coloration, making it look like he had leopard spots instead of his normal grey and black speckled hide.

“But to put it simply, it’s a matter of merging myself into you. If I go so far as to remove all distinction between you and I, it’s assimilation, and irreversible, but everything up to that point I can remove myself from you as though I was never there.”

Terence took a moment to absorb that. “So what you’re saying is, you make me like you, and kind of part of you, but not completely?”

“In a sense, yes. It’s much easier to understand through experience than explanation though, but that’ll come. Let me just say that I can ease your muscles manually.” As she continued to slide over his body, Terrence noted how her breath seemed to get closer and closer as she spoke, her form working down from the torso and under his pants. Much to his relief, he felt nothing of interest as she passed over his privates, and if anything it felt almost like that one time he tried on a too tight Speedo.

It wasn’t until she’d worked herself over his legs that he put two and two together. If she was moving herself to be mostly on him, she couldn’t very well keep her distance behind him. She was working herself over him much like a bodysuit, and he was sure that by this point that most of her mass was likely now covering his body, though certainly there was still a fair bit of mass that was still separate, given how thinly she coated herself over him.

It was certainly an interesting sensation to get the feeling of a massage all over his body simultaneously, but it still wasn’t enough for his muscles. He didn’t make comment though, letting her take her time. She had said that the merging, which he assumed was part of the procedure, was a matter of degrees after all, so he focused instead on deep breaths and trying to enjoy it. After all, succeed or fail, he was paying nothing but time anyway.

After several minutes, he was beginning to have second thoughts. Surely she could have worked her magic by now? But he was still tight, and all he could feel was her continued kneading and rubbing across his skin. As nice as that felt, it wasn’t why he was there. She had increased the pressure he felt over time, but that was all. But then again, what exactly did the merger feel like? Surely he could feel something as involved as that.
That thought was interrupted by pure bliss as a most wonderous sensation flowed through his body. Starting with his shoulders, his muscles began to ease and loosen. It was a most wondrous sensation, and he practically feeling like they were liquefying, like her were an ice sculpture melting in the sun. Even though she was still just getting started, and there were muscles still working loose, to feel relief of any sort felt amazing to him, and as she gradually and carefully loosened and relaxed his muscles now under her control, he found himself leaning back into her supportive figure.

“Well, I must admit,” Vanessa broke the silence, “It did take a bit of effort to get down that far. So how does it feel?”

Given that Terrence had already begun humming with pleasure, he decided to treat that as a rhetorical question. From what she’d explained earlier, she was merging into his skin, and through his skin, merging into his muscles, and with his muscles in part a part of her, she had control of them to a degree. He wondered how much control, but opted against asking. As scary as the idea had been at first, it certainly seemed far less daunting now, now that he had the relief he’d so desperately sought.

He was like putty to her now, and he soon realized that his body was more under her control than his own. Not that he minded, given that he finally had release from his aching muscles and he was already comfortable. “Just how deep are you going?” he asked on a whim.

“All the way, truth be told. It’s actually safer to merge with the entire body than it is in only parts. I’m working on your bones right now in fact.”

“Um…does that mean you’ll go…above the neck?” She had kept herself to his neck down, but if full merger was safer than partial, that would mean she’d need to work her way up eventually, and that thought brought an odd shiver, given it was only his head that moved.

“Perhaps” She said calmly, not precisely answering his question. “I’ve already merged with most of you from the neck down, including organs, supplying what your brain needs to keep functioning but otherwise staying out. Would you like to know the details of the process?”

Terrence shook his head. Discussing science and physiology wasn’t exactly his idea of relaxing, and being perfectly honest with himself, in this case, he would likely be more relaxed not knowing the details. Knowing she was a professional and that he wasn’t the first she had done this with was more than enough for him.

“Hmm, few do,” she said absently, giving Terrence the impression that she apparently enjoyed explaining it, likely because most people were ignorant on those details. Still, he felt that ignorance was bliss in this instance.

As she worked herself in further, he finally began to feel what she was doing to him. The sensations were difficult for him to put into words though, as they were unlike anything he’d felt before. Even though most people don’t consciously feel their various organs or other parts unless they’re in pain, their gradual disappearance was notable, as everything of his body that she covered and merged with gradually lost all solidity, leaving him partially a semi fluid mass, much like a gel entities natural form.

It was an incredible feeling, a sense of weightlessness he’d never experienced before, to the point that his head felt like a rock compared to the rest of him. Though it was perhaps a touch artificial, he knew that there was no way he could ever conceivably be this relaxed in body without the aid of someone like Vanessa. This was exactly what he needed, even if it was only temporary.

“Will my muscle tighten as soon as you leave them?” he asked, a hint of worry coloring his voice as his practical side decided to annoying interrupt his pleasure at the possibility of this whole thing being impractical, glorious as it felt.

“Not at all, they’ll stay as I leave them,” she assured him. “I can’t give you anything to keep them from knotting up again I’m afraid, but I can loosen them again, perhaps. However, I’m afraid this trial is a one time offer, but I may be able to work something out with my boss. Now, there is one thing I must ask before going further; this is the complete body massage, and there is still one part of your body that I am not massaging. Would you like the full experience?”

The question did not take him nearly as long to answer as he intellectually thought, his head nodding repeatedly almost instantly. The whole thing was amazing, and he wanted to know if it could really get any better. That and, well, he’d gone this far, may as well go the whole way. He was on his third nod when as his head went back, her head moved forward, quickly engulfing it, sending his vision to blackness. Despite his willingness, being taken within her fully triggered an instinctual fear in him. However, his body was not his to struggle with, and it wasn’t long before he was wondering what he was so worked up over. He felt good, very good, and he let go of his worries to ride the pleasure.



Without, Vanessa had assumed her normal figure now that Terrance’s body was little more than a malleable mass within her. However, instead of her mass being wrapped around his body, his mass was now centered in her belly region, making her swollen out almost a foot. She always enjoyed having the weight of extra mass like that, mass that was malleable to her, but not fully her own. It was a sense of fullness she didn’t get from true assimilation. That, and she liked to rub that extra mass.

Of course, it was not only Terrance’s muslces she had control over. As his brain was now partially merged with her, she kept the pleasure centers of it going, allowing him to ride an emotional high of pleasure for as long as she wished. His muscles were as relaxed as they were going to get, and he was feeling good, and so was she, so everyone was winning. She was glad that Mr. Furel had persuaded her into trying this.

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door, and she called for him to enter, for she already knew it was Mr. Furel. The Polar Bear let himself in, and she guessed that he’d never gotten all that far from the door. He looked from her face to her swollen stomach, shaking his head.

“You know, technically, you don’t need to go that far.”

She knew, but on the same technicality, there was nothing keeping her from doing so, and her mischievous little grin said as much. Vanessa knew that her manager would rather the customers kept their shape and form, and that she should simply envelop and merge, without molding. But he had left it up to her discretion, and she made use of that fact. It wasn’t as if the clients could feel the difference anyway.

Before any further words could be exchanged, the intercom buzzed. “Ms. Hiles, we have someone interested in the complete body massage. Are you available at the moment?”

This time, the look Mr. Furel’s gave her was more one of concern. “Can you loose the gut without killing him?”

“Simple physics,” she replied, putting statement to action as she compressed Terrence’s mass within her to return to her original shape. She didn’t much like doing that, as compressing mass like that made her less fluid with the increase in density, and feeling more solid was not altogether pleasurable for her. But she was an employee of the massage parlor, and her preferences came second to the needs of her position when it came to dealing with clients.

“Thank you,” her manager said kindly. “I’ll leave you to your work, though odds are I’ll be seeing you again shortly.” He left in good humor, and Vanessa leaned over to the intercom to say that she was indeed available at the moment.

Not long after, a Rhino stepped though the door, and all she could think about was the belly she’d have if this one was as cooperative as Terrance.