It is said to be drawn from ancient spring waters dating all the way back to the time of the pharaohs. The clear blue ice which gives the bath its legendary chill supposedly originated from a meteor that struck the Earth thousands and thousands of years ago.
To you, however, it looks like your ordinary ice bath, no different than the dozens you took when you played sports back in high school. But it’s been so long since dipping your toes in such freezing cold water. Just staring at the mystical bath sends shivers down your spine.
Impulsively, you remove your clothes, as if the very water is calling out to you, overwriting your fears and amplifying your curiosity. It is said that the bath can rewrite the very fabric of your existence, a sort of bridge between possible lives and infinite existences.
Which new existence awaits you?
As you lower yourself into the glistening pool of diamonds, as that cruel cold stings your feet like angry wasps, you allow your mind to wander, imagining all the different ways the bath may transform you. Will it give you a perfect body? Perfect hair? Will it bring you money, fame, and renown?
Or perhaps, all of the above.
But your fantasies begin to fade as violent shivers wrack your naked body. Not even the chilliest baths from your athletic days hold a candle to this unique breed of cold. You feel as if you are trapped inside a glacier. You shake, and shake, and shake, until the very tendons holding your muscles together seem to break loose and rearrange themselves.
And just like that... it stops. The shaking, the cold. All feeling in your body vanishes as you enter a stage of total transformation. A piece of clay to be molded and shaped as the ice bath sees fit.
You see yourself reflected in a thousand different ice cubes, your face shifting and contorting as the water literally rebuilds your DNA from the ground up. In an instant, your vision becomes clear as crystal, and two sapphire gems stare back at you from the bath. With your brand new eyes, you study the dark, handsome visage filling each tiny reflection, hues of golden brown speckling your chin… your upper lip...
Facial hair. You can see it sprouting up at the very bottom of your vision, just beneath your cheeks. You’ve never had much facial hair, and seeing it grow out of your own skin is strange in a way you struggle to comprehend.
But past the reflections — under the ice — is a sight even more impossible to wrap your mind around. At first, you think it must be a trick of the light, distorted by all the chunks of frozen water between you and your body. Skin isn’t supposed to move like that, like the thin rubber of a balloon as it fills with air.
And yet: it is. Bubbling and bulging, an ever shifting pattern of flesh, muscle and bone, at once grotesque and astonishing. If you could still feel, you imagine it would be like being torn apart, disassembled and reassembled at lightning speeds. But you’re still numb, as if your mind is off in some distant space watching your body through a television screen.
You take a breath, and with it, two fantastic pecs emerge from the bath like islands. Your pecs, hard and solid as the ice being pushed aside to make way for them. You can see your entire body hardening now as the water continues its work: biceps thrice the size of your original arms, legs dwarfing their original length, and an ass so magnificent, it raises your entire upper body an inch above the water line. With a vast, rippling back and two quarterback shoulders sandwiching you between each side, you have become so large that you can’t scarcely move around in the tub.
You are frozen — literally frozen, witnessing your body transform into that of a god’s. Though still submerged, you swear you see your torso contort into a six pack and adonis belt: an elaborate array of hills and valleys leading down to the only part of your anatomy the ice bath has yet to alter.
And that’s when the first sensations begin to arise, the first tangible awareness of your new form. It starts as a quiet heat, burning in your chest like a lone candle before spreading around your entire body. When the heat reaches your crotch, it becomes something else, something stronger, more primal: arousal.
The bath is making you horny as fuck, as an intense desire to be touched, to explore your new body fills you with white hot yearning. Your hands glide over your new skin, feeling every nook and cranny under the ice. Your fingers trace the lines of your obliques all the way down to your cock, and you begin to stroke, feeling it get longer, harder, and thicker with each tug.
You have now entered the final stage of your transformation, the one where the bath washes away your old self and fills you with new purpose, new memories. In this case, memories of growing up in Australia with your two brothers, of playing one of the most iconic movie characters of all time. Of getting married, getting more roles. Getting jacked.
Getting hard…
So, so hard…
Warm cum erupts into the freezing cold water, and with it, any trace of your old life. You are now Chris Hemsworth. Always have been, always will be.
“Ready?” Your trainer calls from beside you. “You’ve been in there for ages.”
With his voice comes that all-too familiar feeling of cold. Now, this might as well be any other ice bath. The work is done, the fabric of reality properly folded.
It takes you a moment or two to remember what you’re even doing in here. Right: you’re training for the new Thor movie, giving yourself a much-needed ice bath between sets. As exquisite as your body may be, you’ve still got a lot of work to do. After all, if you’re going half-naked on camera again for the whole world to see, you just need to act like a god. You need to actually look like one.
If you ask me, you’re pretty goddamn close.
You emerge from the water, shivering slightly as the fresh air kisses your skin. Though in your head you know this is just an ordinary ice bath, no different than the hundreds you’ve taken in the past, something about seeing your body rise up out of the icy water and into the sunlight makes you feel triumphant. Alive, like a new man.
Your trainer offers you a towel, but you wave him off. “I’m fine, really,” you say in a deep, Aussie accent that feels at once familiar and alien in your mouth.
“Crazy bastard,” he laughs, shaking his head. And you do feel a little bit crazy for missing the freezing water and the biting chill of the ice.
Perhaps, it’s not the ice you miss so much as the effect it had on you. Perhaps, you miss the feeling of being made new, of watching your body burst forth with growth, of feeling your muscles with new hands. Of knowing you are being made new.
Perhaps, this won’t be the last time you visit the ice bath. There are infinite futures awaiting anyone who enters the legendary waters, and I have no doubt they will call to you once more.
But not today. You’ve got a movie to shoot, big guy! Not to mention a shit ton of training left. The life of a celebrity sex symbol is always busy, but I think you’re going to enjoy living it. Perfect job, perfect house, perfect body… it really doesn’t get much better than this.
Go get ‘em, tiger.
