Luxury Spa

[6 word request: alexey leuskov aware skin suit tf[

Alexey warned the masseuse as he slung his massive body on the cushioned table that this would be the most difficult massage of the smaller man’s life. “My body is… both large… and… very dense…” he said in his thick accent, gesturing to his 270 pound form. The thin masseuse had to weigh over a hundred pounds less than Alexey, but he just smiled at the oversized bodybuilder and oiled up his hands.

“You just gotta let these guys do their job,” said Roman, Alexey’s coach, who hopped onto the table next to Alexey’s.

As the masseuse got to work, Alexey was shocked. Normally his incredibly dense body was so difficult to penetrate that massages only lasted twenty minutes or so before the masseuse’s hands got tired and they refunded his money. But this guy dug deep, using his elbow and penetrating the bodybuilder’s aching tissues so effectively the large Russian kept crying out as stars shot out across his vision.

Afterward, Alexey felt weak and pliable. It took all his strength to sit up, and his coach, who wasn’t quite as built as the freakish Alexey but whose large, full muscles immediately conveyed his career in bodybuilding, shrugged his beefy shoulders. “I told you, big guy,” Roman said. “This place is worth every penny. You’ll come out of here feeling like a brand new man.”

Roman’s suggestion of the spa vacation had seemed totally uncharacteristic of the usually insanely driven coach, especially several weeks before Alexey was to begin dieting for his next competition. This was one of his last few weeks to pile mass on his absurdly hyperdeveloped frame, and yet Roman insisted that coming to the Celestial Calm Luxury Spa was the best way for him to cultivate the kind of mind-blowing physique Alexey needed to win his next show.

After the massage, Alexey looked down at his body, surprised to see that he had a little extra size all over, like a full-body pump.

“Look at you! You look like you just did Dbols for two weeks. See how great relaxation can be? YOu can’t always punish your body, ‘Lexey. Show it a little love and it will do wonders!” Roman, six inches taller than Alexey, slapped the tank of a man on his swollen deltoid. “C’mon. Let’s hit up some steam.”

In the greenish light of the sauna, puffs of lavender-scented steam blew across the dimly lit room periodically. Alexey and Roman sat across each other with towels around their waists. Alexey felt restless, desperately missing the gym, but Roman laid back and sighed, a huge grin on his face, his salt-and-pepper hair soaked in sweat.

Alexey quietly rose from his seat and sank to the floor, busting out some pushups to get his blood flowing. Roman just chuckled.

“Alexey, how many years have we worked together?”

“Six,” Alexey responded, continuing to press his heavy body.

“So six years in you decide you can’t trust me?” Roman scoffed, and Alexey’s pushups slowed, then ceased. “Your coach says take it easy. Trust me. Your body needs to recover and fill out before this next cutting phase. Do what your coach says, big man.”

Alexey sighed as he sat back down on the bench. Another cloud of lavender filled the air. He swatted it away. “But… if I do not lift, I’ll lose size. That’s just simple science,” Alexey pointed out.

Roman clucked his tongue. “This is a little earlier than I planned on telling you this, but… what if I told you there was a procedure here that would freeze your body at the state it’s in? It could improve of course; you could add mass and cut down, but it would never deteriorate. I’m talking in the next fifty years, ‘Lexey.”

The Russian bodybuilder just shrugged. “Sounds like witch magic,” he grunted back.

Roman just smiled as a soft bell toned. The door to the sauna clicked open and the two stepped out into gloriously cool air. Alexey filled his massive chest with huge lungfulls of fresh oxygen.

“Your skin looks radiant,” said the sauna attendant, another scrawny man whose eyes lit up at the sight of Alexey's massive proportions. He was used to people gawking at his body, but Roman had said huge guys stayed there all the time. Every time they saw Alexey, they got excited like it was the first supermuscular body they’d ever seen.

“Feel your skin,” Roman said, rubbing a hand across his own chest. Alexey felt silly, but he did as he was told. He let out a soft moan as his skin felt so silky soft, it almost seemed slippery. It seemed incredibly sensitive as well. Just a gentle touch to the top of his pecs made his whole body tingle.

Alexey followed Roman down a hallway to a large ornate door, locked with a wheel like on a submarine. Roman spun the wheel and opened the heavy door, gesturing for Alexey to enter. He did as he was told, still in a dreamy haze from the day of relaxation.

“IV treatments,” Roman said as Alexey took a seat in a large padded chair. Two attendants flanked the big Russian, wheeling over IV bags containing a bright amber liquid. “We’re gonna bomb that big body with every essential nutrient you can imagine. Tons of antioxidants. Nutrition and rejuvenation on a cellular level. You ready to feel better than you ever have before?”

The attendant chuckled at the thick veins running across Alexey’s bulky forearms. He easily found one and inserted the needle to the IV bag. Alexey lay back. He could actually feel something coursing through his veins. Could this ridiculous “science'' actually be real?

“I tell ya,” Roman said, standing up as Alexey’s breathing got very deep and slow. “When I got this treatment, I literally became a new man. I didn’t believe it either--but then they gave me the same stuff they’re feeding you right now. And then… well, I had no choice but to believe it.”

Alexey opened his mouth to respond but he felt exhausted. His tongue felt thick and useless in his mouth. He softly moaned, unable to do more than that.

“You see, the thing is,” Roman said, reaching behind his neck. He grabbed hold of something and pulled. Alexey could hear a zipper--but, his whole body gently twitching but otherwise motionless, he could only watch and listen without participation. “Your coach, Roman, got the treatment. I merely paid for it.”

Alexey was horrified as Roman peeled his own face away, slipping out of his own muscular body like it was nothing more than a realistic costume. The man left behind as Roman’s well-built body collapsed into a hollow suit was barely five feet tall and looked over 80 years old. The frail old man stepped forward and leered over Alexey, poking at his powerful body. Alexey was powerless to the assault.

“You see,” the old man who used to be Roman said, “your coach is still in there. He can still think and hear everything I say and do when I’m him. But he can’t do a damned thing. Every time I fuck some little twink, every time some big juicemonkey eats my ass… every time I jerk off to YOUR stupidly huge body…” The elderly man’s calloused fingers scratched Alexey’s skin as they dug into his supple pec muscles, then moving down to his thickened abdomen. “...he just has to sit there and watch. That was about six months ago. Poor guy.”

The elderly man picked up the Roman-shaped skinsuit and shook it out like it was laundry. He held it up, revealing Roman’s face, his mouth frozen open in an O, his eyes panicked but empty. The old man started rolling the suit up into a tube. “And now… that’s what you’re going to be, Alexey. Remember how I said I’d freeze your body the way it was? Well that’s just what happened. You’ll never age, never die. Neither will I, as long as I’m in my suit! But your days of being in control, of doing whatever you want, of saying a single word aloud… well, those days are over.”

Alexey wanted to scream, but he could only wheeze as his body started to deflate. The huge mounds of his muscle started to go slack. Alexey barely got a finger to wiggle, but then it lost all dimension. His huge pecs sank and sagged, all of him crumpling in on himself like a stuck inflatable.

“There you go,” the man who had posed as Roman said. “Let it all go. Your life is over, Alexey. And the man who’s purchased you… HIS life is just beginning.”

When the last of his density dwindled away, Alexey’s head slumped forward. He found himself with an inconceivable view of his own pecs, face down in them at an angle that should have snapped his spine. The knowledge that he no longer had bones was almost as upsetting as the feeling of strong hands grabbing him, lifting his formerly heavy body with ease, and shaking him out like he was a bedsheet.

His head hung backwards as the man held him up, swinging gently as he was examined. “Yes, this will do nicely,” said another hiss of a voice. A man just as old as “Roman” licked his dry, cracked lips as he examined the skin suit Alexey had become. “How long do I have to wait to try this on?” he said in a dry voice.

“It’s ready go now.” This was Roman’s voice again. That man had once again donned the fleshsuit of Alexey’s coach, and was once again a 6’5” muscleman.

Alexey wanted to scream as he felt himself being entered by the other man. He could feel it all--fuck, how did it feel GOOD?!--but he had a hard time processing the sensations of arms slipping in behind his, legs sliding down his own, and finally a head settling in where Alexey’s brain should have been.

When it was over, Alexey felt a tingle in his back and heard another zipper. Then, when the zipper had sealed the suit, Alexey felt a pinch--and realized he had fully merged with the man within. His huge arms flexed and he heard his own voice chuckling as he pawed at his full, round muscles as if feeling them for the first time.

“How the hell do you walk around THIS huge?” Alexey’s voice said--but without his Russian accent.

“Oh, you’ll get used to it,” said Roman’s voice.

“Is this boy big all over?” Alexey heard himself say again as his own sausage-thick fingers immediately went to hsi groin. “Damn, this guy’s got a little cocktail wienie down here!” Alexey was humiliated as his own hands fiddled with his junk against his will. Despite the fact that they were his fingers flicking his three-inch hard dick back and forth, they felt like they belonged to a stranger.

“Here, take a good look at the finished product,” Roman said, rolling a full-length mirror in front him. Alexey was shocked to see himself clumsily flexing his muscles without any power to stop the show.

“Incredible,” Alexey heard himself say. “What’s it like to be your guy?” he asked.

“I was hoping you’d ask that,” Roman said, reaching up and yanking down his own zipper. Alexey felt his big chest bouncing as a laugh that wasn’t his burst out of his mouth. Then, his big hands grabbed at his own zipper.

The two bodybuilders went limp as their “drivers” stepped out of them, exchanging the suits. Alexey’s limp, empty head slapped against Roman’s as they passed each other, their still-warm lips brushing against each other. Alexey thought he felt something--some sort of connection from his coach, who was as powerless to save himself as Alexey was as well.

A moment later, Alexey felt himself being pulled around the other man. With the zippers up, the suits became full bodies again. “Fuck. Fuck! This one has a nice big cock,” Roman said.

“You know, all this time acting like this overgrown ape’s coach,” Alexey’s voice said as his meaty fingers tweaked his sensitive nipples. Every touch was magnified to Alexey now, and he would have given anything just to cry out, to release the escalating tension--but he couldn’t make a sound. “And I have to admit, I’ve been dying to be in this musclestuffed body the whole time.”

The attendant who had affixed Alexey’s IV returned to his line of sight once again. “Sirs, if you will, there will be a bidding war for the Alexey suit later on. The men attending the auction would like a demonstration.”

Alexey glanced down only because the man wearing him did. He saw in the attendant’s hands a huge purple dildo the size of a thermos.

“Should we work up to this size?” the attendant asked as he switched the dildo on. It roared to life, vibrating furiously and twisting on three axes.

“Nah, just get a bunch of lube and shove it in,” Alexey heard himself say. “This big bitch is tough. If you can squat a tank, you can take a big dick. I bet the big bitch will fucking love it, won’t you Alexey?”

Try as he might, Alexey couldn’t be heard--ever again.