You had never booked a meeting with an overgrown and obese Red Panda, not today and definitely not before. “You seem to still be a little dazed, so I’ll just run you through the obligatory introductions. Welcome to my joint Massage Parlour and Aroma Apothecary! It’s my job to give my clients a soothing and sweet-smelling shift into their new and improved selves. Nobody stumbles into a shop like this on accident so you must have an appointment somewhere…” You watch him pick up a clipboard on wall behind him, giving you a generous peek at the generous gift his mother/father has given him. Before he even turned round, you knew it was going to be exceptionally large since you could see his cheeks crowing from behind his torso like a round rear wagon. Yet still, his ass was huge. Sitting heavily on his thighs with the most pronounced set of curves you ever saw, you could see it bounce even with the slightest twitch. In addition to that, with such a slow and supple recoil from the tiniest movement you knew it was as soft and dense as risen dough. You chuckle for a second, from the residual shock of the two well-endowed figures you just witnessed and the thought that reserving a session with HIM would slip your mind. The idea that you just happened to forget about booking an appointment with a fat- hipped Winnie-the-poohing giant Red Panda who also happens to be a joint Masseuse and Aromather- He begins to read out your full name, address, and phone number. Down to the very last digit.