"C'mon Matt, it'll be fine, no one will know we're not actually a couple," Hannah said as she beamed her friend a reassuring smile.
    Matt sighed, "I guess you're right..."
    "Of course. I'm always right," Hannah shot back with a facetious smile.  Matt returned the smile.  The two had become friends back in high school. Despite the fact that Matt was a lanky, video game playing introvert and Hannah was a thick, outdoorsy extrovert, the two got along wonderfully.  
    "So," Matt said, "should we say we're in a relationship on Facebook?  The ad for the couple's massage says that you only get the discount if we're 'Facebook official,' whatever that means."
    "I don't think we need all our friends being like, 'Oh my god I knew it, you two make such a cute couple!' when we aren't actually dating," replied Hannah.
    "I mean, you're more like a casual fuck," Matt said in his often used sarcastic tone.
    "Hey... Yeah I guess you've got a point."  Hannah laughed.
    Though neither of them realized it, they both had the same problem: they had developed feelings for one another, but they were both too emotionally closed off to confess.  Instead, the two played a seemingly never ending game of trying to gauge the other's feelings through sarcastic flirting and subtle implications.  Not revealed their true feelings for one another, the flirting and teasing only served to make them wonder about each other even more.
    This, however, was the grandest implication of them all.  Hannah had invited Matt to join her in a "Special Couple's Massage" at a local massage parlor.  Hannah's excuse for this was that there was a huge discount for couples as long as their relationship status was made public on social media, but the fact that the massage promised to "bring two lovers closer than ever before" made Matt's heart leap at the possibility that Hannah might actually like him in the same way that he liked her.  Hannah felt similarly after Matt had accepted the invitation despite his worrying over the minutia.
    "What are they going to do, actually look us up on Facebook to see if we're dating?  Let's just go! Right now!"  exclaimed Hannah enthusiastically.
    "Right now? But I have a date with my right hand at eight tonight..."
    "Shut up nerd, get in my car."

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    As Hannah and Matt entered the massage parlor, Matt worked up the courage to boldly take Hannah's hand in his.  Hannah slightly blushed at the sudden move.
    Matt looked at her. "What? We have to seem convincing," he said with a wink.
    The two walked in and went up to the counter, where a somewhat attractive lady who seemed to be in her 30's greeted them with a smile.
    "Oh, you two must be here for the couple's massage!  I can tell by how cute you two look together!  You look so eager to start, just follow that hallway and take the first door on the right.  Worry about paying me afterwards!  Just go you two lovebirds!"  The woman doted on the two as she busily came from behind the counter and pushed the two friends in the direction of the room she had indicated.  Neither Matt nor Hannah were able to get a word in edgewise by the time she shut the door on them.
    The two simply looked at each other in confusion before simultaneously looking forward to see two figures, a man and a woman, already in the room.  The two were dressed professionally, and both were fairly conventionally attractive.  
    "Strip down to your underwear."  The woman commanded with a stern voice.
    Matt and Hannah comically looked behind themselves to see if anyone else had snuck in behind them, then looked back at the man and woman with puzzled expressions.
    "You do want to have the full experience, don't you?" asked the man in a gentle voice.
    "Surely if you're the couple you claim to be you won't be embarrassed to get down to you underwear in front of each other," the woman added.
    Matt and Hannah looked at each other, trying to figure out the other's thoughts without saying a word.
    "Uh, ok," Hannah broke the silence.  She started by quickly pulling her tank top over her head, revealing her D sized boobs clad in her white bra.  Matt instantly felt his excitement grow as her chest slightly jiggled from her shirt being pulled over it.  Still watching Hannah, Matt removed his shirt and pants as Hannah slid her jeans off to show her thick, American thighs and ass in panties that might have been a bit too small.  Matt's excitement grew even more.
    Looking down, Hannah noticed the growth in Matt's "excitement."  Following Hannah's gaze, Matt realized what she was looking at and blushed deeply in embarrassment.  He was now at a huge disadvantage in their game of romantic cat and mouse.  As Hannah brought her eyes up to meet his gaze, she made sure to check out his body on the way up.  Pleased with what she was seeing and the fact that Matt had inadvertently disclosed his attraction to her, she made eye contact and gave Matt a wink and a sly grin.  Matt was at least reassured that Hannah was ok with the situation.
    "Good," the woman said, "now kiss."
    Both parties hesitated, once again trying to figure out the other's feelings on the matter.  Emboldened by Matt's clear enjoyment, Hannah gave Matt her best bedroom eyes and coyly said, "Pucker up, darling." 
    Hesitantly but happily accepting the invitation, Matt closed his eyes and leaned his face closer to Hannah's.  Hannah, in return, closed her eyes and leaned towards his face.  Their lips met and exploded with the softness and warmth that they had always imagined each other's lips would feel like.  
    While the two were caught up in the pleasure of their first kiss, the man came up behind Hannah and the woman behind Matt as they began their work.  Each massage therapist revealed their expertise in rubbing out the knots in the backs of the couple.  If Hannah and Matt didn't have their lips locked at this particular time, they would have both agreed that this was the best, most thorough, and deepest massage they had ever received.  As the masseuse and masseur continued, the kissing couple felt that the man and woman were pushing their hands deeper and deeper into their bodies, to an impossible extent.  Neither Hannah nor Matt thought much of this at the time though, being so caught up in their current feeling, they didn't notice that it was getting harder and harder for them to move their bodies.
    This feeling was due to the massage therapists' secret; a special cream designed by the owner of the parlor.  They dipped their hands in it periodically as they continued the massage.  Hannah briefly opened her eyes to see them coat their hands in the stuff, but she figured it was just some sort of oil as she refocused her attention on the long, drawn out kiss and the sensation of the massage.  The man and woman pushed harder and harder into the couple to the point that it would normally hurt them, but instead of feeling pain the two friends felt more and more relaxed.  They were so relaxed, in fact, that they didn't even think to object as their butts were groped and massaged by the two professionals at work.
    As the massage continued, Hannah and Matt's bodies began to feel more like putty than actual flesh.  The man grabbed a handful of Hannah's ass and squeezed as hard as he could.  When he opened his hand, the part that he grabbed retained the shape his hand had molded it to, leaving that piece of her butt flat and with finder indentations in it.  The woman similarly grabbed Matt's butt to check his malleability.  The man and woman then signaled each other to proceed to the next step of the massage.
    Matt and Hannah, still lip-locked, didn't even noticed their deformed rears, however, as the initial passion of the kiss had died down, they were aware of when the man and woman pressed their entire bodies against theirs.  Completely sandwiched between the two massage therapists, Matt and Hannah's bodies were in turn pressed very closely together.  They tried to pull their heads away from each other to get a better look at what was going on, but the man and woman made sure to press their faces even closer than before.  They pressed the couple's faces so close, in fact, that the entire surface of Matt's face was making contact with the entire surface of Hannah's face.
    "Uh, guys, this is getting a bit tight," is what Hannah tried to say, but with her mouth closed in a kiss and completely engulfed by her partners face, it was so muffled that it was impossible to tell what she tried to say.
    Matt also tried to complain, attempting to say, "It's getting a bit uncomfortable being this close," but his speech was just as muffled as Hannah's.
    Ignoring the complaints of their clients, the man and woman continued to press their entire bodies into the confused couple.  As they pushed, Hannah and Matt's bodies gave way to the force of their pressing, and the couple tried to wiggle their bodies as they felt themselves compress into each other.  They felt themselves flatten and slightly spread out from the pressure squeezing them from both sides, and they felt more and more of their skin touching each other's skin.  As their squishing left the realm of what should have been possible and entered the realm of what was practically cartoon physics, the discomfort faded into a pleasant dull feeling, not unlike what a normal massage feels like.
    At this point, the man and woman temporarily let up on their full body pressing.  Matt and Hannah felt a bit of relief from the pressure, but when they tried to move away from each other they found themselves completely stuck together.  Looking at them from the side, they were now pressed so closely that the two of them together were thinner than Hannah normally was by herself.  The massage therapists had left indentations of themselves in the backsides of their clients.  Hannah and Matt both tried to move and say something in protest, but they merely wiggled in place and released muffled groans.  Though they were now enjoying the new sensation of being squeezed so intimately close, they could both tell that something was not normal.
    The two workers returned shortly, each with a pair of scissors in hand.  They deftly cut the undergarments away from their respective clients, as each of the squished people let out their muffled protests at the removal of their last bits of clothes.  
    "Don't worry, we'll replace them," the woman said, not realizing that the couple was more concerned with their nude bodies being pressed against each other than with their clothes being destroyed.  
    Their concern quickly faded, however, as the feeling of their sexual organs being squished so tightly into each other's bodies made them forget that there was anything to worry about.  As the man and woman resumed their pressing into the couple, their arousal increased exponentially.  Eventually the masseur and masseuse came within a few centimeters of each other, Hannah and Matt now just a thin and now slightly wider layer of themselves between the two.  The man and woman then stepped apart from each other, letting the thin sheet of two friends collapse into a pile of itself on the ground.
    At this point, Matt, being a sensitive kind of guy, had been ready to unload his sexual frustration for the past two minutes, with Hannah not lasting much longer.  However, with their junk so tightly pressed, they found themselves unable to release their tension.  The two were caught on the edge of orgasm, as they writhed in pleasure to the best of their abilities.
    Not letting up, the professional pleasure creators began step three, a personal favorite for both of them.  Contrary to what any normal business should do, the employees began to relentlessly stomp on the customers, squishing them under their feet.  Hannah and Matt felt increased pleasure and intimacy with the pressure of each stomp.  The stomping continued for the next 15 minutes.  By the end of the ritual, the very thin line that had separated Hannah and Matt had completely vanished; the two were mashed so thoroughly that they had fused into a single pile of uniformly colored gum on the floor.  The feelings, thoughts, and pleasure of one was now shared with the other.  They were even capable of communicating with their thoughts with how mixed they were, but neither could form a coherent thought amidst the new, extreme rapture that they were experiencing.
    The woman picked up the new globular form of the two old friends and placed them on a table.  The entirety of the two friend's bodies was now compressed to a blob about the size of a football.  The man and woman began the fourth phase, which consisted of them kneading the two-person blob like a huge ball of dough.  Hannah and Matt were mixed even more thoroughly as the massage therapists smashed, stretched, and folded the two onto themselves over and over again.  If the two were on the edge of ecstasy before, they were now hanging over the cliff of pleasure by their pinkies, however, they were unable to plummet into the abyss of sexual release due to their new form.
    Suddenly, the owner of the establishment burst into the room.
    "Stop the massage! These two are frauds!" she blurted out angrily.
    The man and woman instantly removed their hands from their clients, much to the disappointment of all four of the involved parties.
    "These two are not Facebook official!  They were merely deceiving us to get the discount!" proclaimed the owner.
    "Such scandal," the woman whispered under her breath.
    "Curs... What shall we do with them now?" the man hissed with resentment.
    "Hmmm..." the owner placed a finger on her chin in contemplation as she walked over to the squirming mass of flesh lying on the table.  "I think it's time for me to practice my other passion," she stated in a matter of fact tone.
    With that, she went to work on the combined liars lying on the table.  She deftly stretched, pulled, and squeezed the two, much to their utter delight.  After a few minutes, she was satisfied with their shape.
    "Ah yes, I do love sculpting clay!" she said triumphantly as she stepped back to admire her work.  Matt and Hannah's combined body was now manipulated into the shape of a fancy vase.
    "Most excellent, boss," the female employee remarked.
    "You would never even suspect it wasn't clay!" complimented the male.
    "I'm glad you like it!" the owner replied.  "Now, you two, I hope you realize that you practically tried to steal from me by fibbing about your relationship."
    Hannah and Matt were so lost in the sensations of being fused together that they were hardly aware of what the owner was trying to tell them.
    "You two will just have to pay me back by working here.  I've always wanted a nice vase in the lobby, so I'm going to use you two until I decide that you've attracted enough customers to pay me back for the money you owe, and then a little bit longer to teach you a lesson!" the owner stated resolutely.
    "Excellent decision, boss," the woman said.
    "Do you think we could paint them?" the man asked.
    The owner smiled at her two employees.  "Of course you can paint them!  We wouldn't want the customers to think we keep everyone as decorations!  Find some flowers to put in them too."
    The owner left the room and the two employees to their own devices.  She pondered how long she should keep the two college students as a decoration in her lobby.  She figured that it would only be a week or two, after all, they were pretty cute together.  Still, they lied to her, so she considered a longer time.
    "Eh," she thought to herself, "I'll just restore them whenever I feel like it.  I'm sure they won't mind being like that for a while..."