Muscular Relief

[6-Word "You Call It' Request: Spa steals muscle to sell off]

[LITERAL muscle theft, muscle drain, age progression, age regression to age 18]

Welcome to the Massive Relief Dayspa! You’re about to step into the #1 facility for providing physical relief to large, overworked athletes. Bring those tired, aching bodies in here. It looks like it’s been a long time since those bodies have been soothed in any way.

You’ve been selected out of thousands of applicants because of your athletic prowess, your considerable muscular development, your superior genetic profile and your, of course, large size. Men of your significant stature don’t get the proper treatment at most facilities, but we really know how to get to the core of you big boys and how to get to the core of your physical traumas to give you the relief you really deserve.

My goodness, look at all of you! I can practically feel the ground shake every time you big boys take a shape. Let me see your name tags… Bruno, Chet, Ray, Tyrone… Very nice… Brad, Dylan, Trent, Dean… Okay, good. And the last name on this list… Jason. Good lord, Jason. Each one of you men is a magnificent specimen of manliness but you, Jason… you’re twice as wide as any of the others, and it looks like every inch of your body is muscle! Calm down, you guys. There’s no competition in here. You’re all here because you’re spectacular. Every one of you is a winner.

Now it says here on the clipboard that you’re all over 6’ tall--Tyrone, you’re the shortest at 6’ even, but Dean, you’re a healthy 6’7. You’re like a redwood tree! I’m hurting my neck looking up at you. It’s hurting my neck just trying to make eye contact with you! Anyway, you gents over 6’4”, I’m going to bring you to our steam room. You’ll find it’s infused with premium eucalyptus, tea tree oil, ylang-ylang and our own special blend of very rare herbs. The tension relief will be considerable. Once you get a breathful of this very special steam in your lungs, you’ll find the tension in your bodies just easing away.

So Dean, Brad, Chet, Ray… Let’s go now. Come on, gentlemen, you can’t go in there with your clothes on. That’s right, time to disrobe. My word, look how shy you big strong men are! Take off your clothes. This is just like a locker room. Well now, certainly none of you have anything to be shy about, do you? Looks like you big strapping gentleman are large in every way! Wow. Don’t worry about denting the seat when you sit down with those big things--kidding!

Anyway, let the steam soak into those big, muscular bodies and let the tension just flow out of you. You’ll step out of here rejuvenated in every way, like your body has been given a fresh reset. I know moving all that heavy weight and building up those big bodies has put strain on you. It takes hard work to get as big as a buffalo! But this special steam will wipe all that physical trauma away. When you step out, you’re going to feel like brand new men. That’s right. I’m going to close the door and set the timer. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll play some very soothing music with a visually scintillating lighting scheme for you. Enjoy!

Now, you others, I’m bringing you to our sauna cubes. Yes, they do look a little old-fashioned, don’t they? Trust me, this technology is so cutting edge you’ve never heard of it. You’re going to sit in these cubes while your head sticks out the top. The machine’s going to scan your bodies and find your most traumatized physical areas to finally release all that pent up stress and tension. Being as big as you are isn’t easy! Tyrone, Dylan, Trent and Bruno, hop on in.

You can’t wear shorts in there though! That’s it, get naked just like the other guys. Oh, my, Bruno, I can see why you didn’t want to strip down. Don’t be embarrassed, buddy! Those massive legs don’t help your little guy there look any bigger by comparison. I mean, who cares about that one little bulge when every other inch of you bulges so much more? Hop in, boys. Good.

Now your machines are sealed and locked, but don’t worry. I assure you, everything is safe. The cubes rise to a very high-temperature but there are failsafes to prevent you from sweating too much out. They will seek out the source of your greatest aches and relieve you of them, repairing anything that causes you daily trauma. I assure you, whatever is causing constant stress in your bodies will be entirely undone and you’ll step out of here feeling better than ever!

But you, Jason, since there’s no room in the steam room for a man of your… forgive me for saying so, but GARGANTUAN size… and there’s no available sauna cubes, I’ll take you into my private studio for some personal massage. You’re in very skilled hands, my man. Let me lock this door and I’ll have you hop up on the table after you’ve stripped out of that sweatsuit.

Good lord. My apologies for my breathlessness about your size. I’ve just never seen such a… LARGE human being before! Let me guess: when you walk into a room, every man takes notice of you--and feels inadequate! You’ve walked into a room full of enormous men and strutted out there confident you had the biggest muscles, while other men hit extra reps and considering doubling their dosages just to keep up.

And that cock--good god! It’s enormous, and it’s still soft! (Well, half-soft. Don’t be alarmed. The pheromones we release into the air keep you docile and horny. That’s why you’re not freaking out about my fingers roaming all over your body without permission--and why it feels so damned good!) But I bet you’ve left a massive impression in every locker room shower you’ve ever stepped into.

I bet even straight-as-an-arrow men see you, looking like a four-foot-wide mass of solid masculine bulk, stinking up the air with a pure testosterone fog whenever your heart gets even slightly elevated, with this big cock and those enormous balls making you feel like you’re truly in charge all the time. Very nice. Let me massage those balls. I bet there’s a lot of tension in there. I bet they just swing back and forth, and get crammed into your tight boxer briefs, but they never get the right attention.

Look at you, head cocked to the side like a dog getting the right kind of scritches. Oh boy, is that a little drool? Looks like these pheromones are doing the trick! Okay, now, lay your big hulking body down. It’s going to take some effort for me to relief all the pain of this big massive muscle. All of it so smooth, all of it so veiny. It must be so hard to maintain a diet that keeps you this shredded. Feel these glutes--all those knots of scar tissue! Same thing in your shoulders. Being so big isn’t natural, is it? What do you way--oh, 310 pounds? No man needs to be that big.

I bet you sweat just getting to the top of the stairs. I bet you’ve broken chairs just by sitting down before. Beds too, am I right? Sure, all this unnecessary bulk isn’t meant to function in the everyday world. Pushing all that heavy weight, lumbering around, barely able to fit through doors, no clothes in any normal store could hope to contain all this size… You poor thing.

What? It doesn’t bother you? Sure it does. I can feel it in these big swollen muscles--so much tension! What a burden, and I know you’re desperate for relief.

Let’s take these calves for example. My word, look at them--they’re thicker than my arms, and I’m not a skinny man! How much work did it take to get them this big? Endless reps with tons of weight. Squeezing your calves until you couldn’t bear it any more, then again, and again, with all that weight piled on you. Days of tiptoeing around after because they were so tight. Groaning and sweating buckets as you rolled around on a foam roller to soften them up--all so you could do it again!

Well let me relieve you of that. Let me just snatch them off… there! Just like they were foam rubber, they peel right away. Oh, don’t you worry. You have very attractive calves still--they’re just nowhere near as big or strong! Let me just put these big muscley calves in this bag so someone else can make better use of them later.

Oh, calm down! I know it’s shocking when I strip off your muscles like they were just part of a suit you were wearing. You’re not hypnotized and you’re not drugged--mentally that is. The oils I’ve been massaging into you have made this possible. Your whole body is pliable now! And I’m going to strip away all this unnecessary bulk. You’ll thank me later.

Okay, okay, now calm down this moment. This is a place for tranquility. You think your fellow men out there are cursing like that? Okay, last warning. You’d better quiet down now or--fine, you forced my hand. Let me just peel that mouth away--ho ho, look at it, still jabbering away even though it’s in my hand and not on your face anymore! I’m going to put it in this drawer with a book pressing it down until this is all over. I didn’t want to do it this way, but it’s the only way you’ll stay quiet so I can work. And plus, your handsome face looks better all smooth like that--really lets your strong jaw stand out!

Okay, what’s next? Let me just unzip these big legs… Goodness, they’re heavy--and so warm! Ah, the feeling of big thick muscle flexing in my fingertips. Look at these quads and hamstrings wobbling and flexing! I know, you’re freaking out at the sensation--the big legs you spent all that time building just sliding off your body, leaving scrawny chicken legs underneath. The feeling of these hard-earned muscles disconnecting from you is blowing your mind, isn’t it? Let me pack them in this bag for safe keeping and I’ll keep going.

Those big feet have to go, too. They look stupid at the end of these skinny legs. Just slide this one off, then the other, like they were slippers. But they’re real feet! They’ll make some other man REALLY happy when he gets to call these his own.

Don’t give me that look! What did you think, I was going to give you these muscles back when this was over? There are men paying BIG money for all this. So what’s next? These big meaty melons have to go--no, not your pecs, relax. Just these big glutes! Grab this one, snatch this one… My goodness. Let me bury my face between them… Oh, did you feel that? Yeah, you’ll feel a little from all this mass for awhile, even though it’s not part of you anymore. That perky little butt you have right now is good enough though.

Quit trying to force me away! The pheromones in the air are making you feel weak, so you won’t manage more than a light push, but just to be safe, lets yank this arm off, and now this one… Okay, good. Those bony little limbs are going to feel much better, I assure you. You’ll need help carrying your groceries but you won’t feel the ache of a biceps burn-out set two days after your arms day! And you can finally order clothes with sleeves again.

Let’s measure them before I pack them away. My goodness, 24 inches? Now, you tell me, who needs that much size? (Oh, wait, you can’t tell me anything. Well, just inhale twice if you think this is a reasonable use of your time and energy, making your arms this big and unnecessarily bulky. What’s that? Oh, you do? Well, I heavily disagree, my friend. All the calories you’ve consumed just to swell up like a tick, all the hours you’ve put into making your body bigger and bigger… and for what?

But then again, now that I’ve got these flexing arms in my hand--damn, I can’t even get my hands around these cannons!--I’ve got to try them on. My… GOODNESS! This is exhilarating! Yes, they look silly on my body, way too big to be useful, but the feeling of all this power and size, the way the muscles feel while they crunch up… Here, I’ve got an idea. Try to peel them off me. If you can do it, I’ll give them back to you. That’s it, keep searching for the seam. Oh yeah, rub over those big fucking mountainous biceps… maybe if you dig your fingers under my triceps you can get them off? No? Well, too bad. Your hands roaming over my flexing arms felt absolutely amazing, for the record.

Okay, I know that look. They’re not MY arms, I know. But they’re not yours either! No, those bony things coming off that thick torso are your arms now. I bet you’ll strain to push doors open now. Nobody’s going to fear a punch coming from those little things! What a downgrade in status. But yeah, look, off they go. Like tearaway sleeves. Aw, look at them flexing like crazy as I put them in the bag? They really wish they were still attached to you. Too bad for both of you.

Now those big massive pecs, take this one… Good god! That’s a heavy fucking thing. Didn’t realize I’d be handling these one at a time. You look silly all lopsided like this, but I wonder if you can still feel this big cannonball even though it’s not attached. Let me just lick this fat sexy nipple… Oh! I could tell by the rolling of your eyes that you LOVED that. I’m certain you used to tweak these sensitive gumdrops and flexed these big mountains every time you jerked off. You must have cum buckets. Well, no longer. Let me get that other one too…

Okay, those abs are coming off in one piece. Aw, that’s a soft-looking belly underneath! Man, these abs are ROCK-HARD. And the veins! But look at your nice squishy belly now. It jiggles so nicely. Doesn’t that feel better? All warm and soft? Than these hard cobbled things? Aw, it doesn’t? Oh well. It’s going in the bag too.

So these shoulders and traps are coming with me too… I mean, you just look silly with them. God, these things are HUGE! Man, they taste good too. I have a thing with licking delts, especially as thick and developed as these. And your traps, fuck, I bet you filled out every sweatshirt you put on! And this massive back, that’s just coming off in one peel as well. Yeah, like a pile of writhing snakes, all those corded muscles. How many pullups did you do to make them that big? How many deadlifts? Oh, that’s right, you can’t talk.

Well, that’s just about it--although this long flowing blonde hair has to go… pops off like a wig, isn’t that cool? And let me just peel away this pretty muscular face of yours--oh, man, the one underneath is… birdlike, is I guess the best way to describe it? Nowhere near as pleasing.

Okay, stand up, you scrawny bitch. Let’s get a look at you. Shit, you’re still way taller than me! Let me grab those bony shoulders and just… squish… you… down… okay, great. Don’t worry, you maintained your proportions as you got shorter. You’re just as skinny at 5’4” as you were at 6’5” tall. Wouldn’t want a waddling muscle midget bumbling around!

Well, I guess I’m finished. Let me give you your mouth back. Ha ha ha… psyche! You thought I was going to leave that big cock attached? No, I’ve got something better. Let me just jerk that big thing with this nice, pleasant oil… oh yeah, it’s tingling nice, isn’t it? Okay, yeah, getting you all worked up… your skinny chest is just rising and falling, you’re curling your little toes.. Wow, your eyes are rolling! Almost there, “big guy”--you know, let me give you your mouth back. I want to hear you moan.

WOW--feels good to talk again, hunh? Oh, you can barely think of words, I’ve got this big bulky dick worked up so hard. Damn, you’re like 10 inches hard! Let me work these balls, oh yeah, you writhe that skinny little body, work that little ass against the table… almost there, almost there, now…

Well, off comes the dick! Oh, this big thing is just THROBBING in my hand, desperate to cum! And that’s how it’s going to be when it’s attached to its new owner. Aw, look at that cute little thing! Smaller than a thumb, and those little tic-tac balls. They’re not going to be producing much testosterone, are they? But you’re still so worked up, let me just--wow, just barely grazed it with a fingernail and it shot off! What is that, like, four drops? Yeah, that’s your load now. Too bad buddy.

Security! Come get our latest patient and get him out the door. Yeah, Jason, struggle all you want, these guys would be no match for you if you were still big, but one of them could squash you with one hand now. But all these muscles are going to make some very rich, very ugly men very happy!

Let’s go check on the other men, shall we? Oh, look at all you men in your sauna cubes. Oh, it’s too hot? Well, that’s how you sweat out all that toxicity! Your faces look nice and pruned up, too. Maybe you have been in there too long. Let’s get those cubes open and see how you all look…

Good god! Look at those shriveled, pruny bodies! You men don’t look a day under 90 years old! Aw, all that body mass just sweated away, along with sixty years of your life. Those big dicks, all shriveled up--not like any of them work any more. Don’t worry. We’ll be giving you all a miracle salve to ease those aching joints. But if it’s any consolation, your youth has been distilled from your sweat and some men who are just as wrinkled and skinny as you are now are going to get big, buff and young, just like you used to be! Aw, that’s some nasty language coming from a senior citizen. You better watch your mouth, old man. Jeez, you can hardly see me, can you? I’m over here, geezer. That’s right. Security, get these old farts out of here. Send them to the old folks home where they can go on and on about how they’re not really old man.

Okay, let’s get the sauna open! Wow, look at all of you fresh-faced men! I bet you feel great--like you’re 18 again! That’s because you are 18 again--although you don’t look exactly as you did back then. No, the main thing causing you all the pain that brought you in there was all that bulk and brawn, so we just sort of melted it all away. But look at you, so young and vibrant now! I think you’re all what the gay community would call “twinks”--and sadly, those big dicks dissolved into the steam as well. Nice little nubs, though--they’re adorable! Aw, you’re going to be pretty much hard all the time, though. Side-effect of being 18 again. I bet you men used to be big studs in the sack before, but you’ll all be two-pump chumps now!

Don’t bother going to the gym. Your genetics have reworked themselves so that you’ll only ever been lithe, skinny, and flexible as hell. Just imagine how much easier it’ll be not having to worry about pushing all that weight again. Don’t bother trying to fight me, boys. You’re just skinny little punks now, and I’m twice the size of any of you. Our security guards will help you out the door, into your new lives. It’s up to you what you want to be--gay club kids? Ballet dancers? Gogo boys? I guess your options are a little more limited than before.

But rest assured: all of your strength, virility, and size was all stored by our special steam room technology. It’s not gone, just repurposed, and some fat old men with large bank accounts are going to make me very rich when they come in looking like potatoes and walk out looking like the studs you used to be. But at least you have your youth! That’s something, isn’t it?