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Monday, February 15, 2021

[SS-881] Unending Massage


[UNENDING MASSAGE]

Leightus wakes up. He finds himself on top of a massage table. He is inside a private room in the spa.

He does not remember anything that happened before he wakes up.

The smells of jasmine and lavender alternately fills his lungs. He does remember those smells. But he does not clearly recall what those smells were about.

Leightus gets up and away from the massage table.

He wears nothing but white briefs. There is a mirror. He peers at his reflection.


"Damn, when did I get ripped?" he asks himself upon seeing his physique.

"Hello there!" someone calls him.

Leightus looks to the source of the voice and sees a very muscular man in leather box briefs standing by the wall.


"Who are you? I don't recall being here!" Leightus asks.

"You came here for a massage. An unending massage," he explains to you. "Go back to the table and lay down. You are close to getting to your goals."

"What goals?" Leightus inquires. But something inside him prods him to lay prone on the table. So he does that.

The masseur walks to him and starts kneading his muscles. He can feel warm gooey fluid being used as his body was being maneuvered.

Leightus enjoys the massage very much. After an hour, he feels fingers probe his ass. He is too dazed to even ask or retaliate. It does feel good.

The masseur then gets naked on top of him and started slicing his erection into Leightus' ass.

As he is filled with pleasure, and as the gooey fluid is absorbed by his as walls, and as he continues to smell the fragrance, Leightus finally remembers, "ohhhh shit that feels nice. What cycle is this?"

"Twenty eighth... ughh..." the masseur answers.

"How many days until I get ripped as you," Leightus asks.

"Two more. You need thirty days before the odor, fluid, massage and fucking therapies to lower body fat and increase your muscles." The massuer goes faster into and out of his asshole.

"Shit. I can't wait."

Since the first day of the month, when he first visited that special spa and availed the muscle grower service, he would receive the fluid, odor and massage therapy everyday. As soon as the masseur cums in his ass, he falls asleep. He wakes up the next day, to get another cycle. Thirty cycles to get permanently ripped. Side effects include forgetfulness.

Leightus is happy that his obese body is now almost in perfect shape. Taking a one month leave and paying a fortune for this novel therapy was worth it.

They both orgasm at the same time. As the masseur's semen swims into his bowels, Leightus falls unconscious. Twenty two hours of sleep. Then he wakes up for a new cycle.


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