Work out

You decide to try and bet some exercise in, figuring the massage would be helpful post work out.

You hit your free weights, but towards the end of your set feel a sharp pain through your back and down your leg.

A knock on the door comes, and you struggle to make your way, but manage to open it.

“Hi I’m-oh my are you okay?” a concerned but beautiful woman about your age comes in with a heavy bag before leading you back into your place. You explain what had just happened. “Well, now we know what to focus on in our session today!” she responds happily.

As she sets up her table, you attempt to lose take off your shirt for comfort, but find you’re in too much pain to manage it. You hear the masseuse gasp before she shuffles over, “here let me help, you must be in a lot of pain.” She slides one arm at a time out of the shirt before gently pulling it over your head to set aside.

Thinking you were done, you open your mouth to thank her. She returns and then drops to her knees. Before you can say anything your shorts and briefs have been yanked to the floor. Your exercise-shrunken little dong bounces into view. Your stomach drops but you see her eyes are on the floor.

At this point you can’t make a fuss…you don’t want to hurt her feelings or make it awkward, nor do you want to draw attention to your exposed major shrinkage.

You quickly jump out of the shorts and throw your hands over your crotch. The jump startles her a bit, but you’re already facing away and hobbling painfully to the table.

She rushes concerned to your side “here let me help you,” gently tugging at your arm to drape around her and support.