Virtually Working Out: Wrestling with Changes

Here's a new book that I put on Amazon. But because I've been so slow I'm also putting the PDF here [Link] I must ask that you don't share it around because I'm also trying to sell it but I do want to say that I appreciate the support you've given me since I started all this. 

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Wrestling with Changes 

Part 01 

Warren scrolled through his feed trying to keep some kind of normalcy. He couldn’t believe how  stupid the year had been, and it didn’t show any signs of stopping. If anything it was just getting  worse. But what he was most concerned about was his wrestling scholarship that he’d gotten to  go to college. He was pretty good at the sport, but the longer than usual break without any  

access to a gym or girls checking him out, made Warren fall into his lazy side. 

Never in his life had he thought that he’d be wishing to go back to school or the gym so he could  just be around people. However, with the power of technology he could see what most of his  friends were up to during the quarantine. Not that they were able to do much more than him.  Most were bragging about their weight gain. It was nice to know that he wasn’t the only one with  a bit more belly fat. But Warren wasn’t so proud as to post before and after photos. At least not  until he got that weight back under control. Lest the college find out and kick him off for not  complying with him being in the wrong weight class. 

He stopped scrolling when he came across someone. Someone who he barely even  recognized. “Dude… How the fuck did he get so buff?” Warren stared at the picture of Patrick,  one of the science geeks at his school. He couldn’t believe that someone so skinny could have  packed on so much muscle. He actually looked like he worked out. Or that he could play sports  now. 

That’s compared to the limp noodle arms that he always had back in high school. But maybe a  guy can really change after a year or two. His torso filled out his shirt, showing off his pecs, and  he could almost swear he could see a bit of contour from the abs underneath them. Not to  mention any fat in his face had leaned out to a solid and cut jawline. 

‘Yo,’ Warren messaged Patrick. ‘You been working out?’ 

Patrick sent back a smiling emoji. ‘Yeah lol Never thought I’d be one of those jock types.’ 

‘Yeah me either lol No offense but you were always such a dork. Where have you been working  out?’ 

A sweat smiling emoji replaced the normal smiling one. ‘I know. But I started working out at  home. Found this program online a few months ago and it’s been really helping me out. Just  boot it up for an hour and then I just do it.’ 

‘Really?! That’s all??’ Patrick looked like he’d been working out for at least two maybe even  three years. Hard. He had clearly defined muscles with a good outline of his pecs. Even had a  girl hanging off his thick arms in several of the pictures. More surprisingly, it wasn’t the same  one. ‘How much is it??’ 

‘Free lol. Like actually free. I used a burner email but it’s not like they send any spam. So don’t  worry about it.’ Patrick added a link to the next message. ‘If you want to try it out.’ 

‘Hell yeah! Thanks man!’

‘Let me know how you like it.’ 

‘Will do.’ 

Warren opened up the link and was greeted with a fairly blank webpage. Google said the site  was secure, but he couldn’t help but have his doubts over the near blank page that simply said,  ‘Welcome.’ He clicked the button and it opened up another page. ‘Please enter a valid email  address.’ Warren did so. There was a weird buzzing from somewhere. He couldn’t quite place  what it was. But he knew it wasn’t his speakers because they were off. 

‘What are your goals? Click all that apply. These can be modified later. Muscle Growth. Weight  Gain. Weight Loss,’ there were several other options. But the most surprising had to be ‘Penis  Growth’ and even more surprising ‘Penis Shrinkage.’ Warren didn’t pay them too much mind  and went onto the next screen. A bright flash blinded him for a second. 

“Fucking what was that..?” 

‘Do you have a webcam? Yes. No.’ 

Warren clicked next. The bright light flashed in his face. The number 5 popped into his head. ‘Is there a reason you want to participate in this program?’ 

Warren typed ‘Sport’ and hit the enter button. Another bright flash blinded him. ‘4.’ ‘How did you hear about this program?’ 

Warren typed ‘Friend.’ His eyes glazed over, not recognizing the flash, but the number ‘3’ filled  his mind. 

‘Are you satisfied--’ 

Warren’s mind went blank as he was trying to read the question. Suddenly he went through a  euphoric state and he couldn’t think about much of anything. His mind slowed and everything  just felt nice. Even though his fingers were still typing away at the computer, he didn’t mind it.  He just wanted to be in this blissful state. 

Eventually Warren moved the laptop off his lap. He had an intense desire to workout. His body  just wanted to go through the motions, feel the weight, and grow. As he went through the  motions a satisfied smirk filled his face. He pictured himself growing stronger. His muscles  getting bigger. Pumping full of blood and sweat dripping over them. Girls would fawn over him.  Running their soft hands up and down his powerful muscles. 

“Oh fuck…” Warren grunted. The thought persisted. The women seeming all the more real.  Their soft hands caressing his skin. Testing his strength. He flexed his muscles for them  watching their faces fill with surprise at his strength. “Oh fuck yeah…” Warren’s cock throbbed  with excitement. He wanted more. More power. More strength. More people fawning over him. 

His body jerked and he let out a grunt. Slowly he started to come back to reality. His mind was  still buzzing. The lights of his room seemed to burn his eyes. He blinked rapidly to return them  to normal but he still couldn’t quite get there. Or maybe it was the dull headache in the back of  his mind.

“Damn… What was that?” he questioned as he slowly came to. It was still hard to think but he  finally could get a grasp on what was going on. “5:00pm?! What?” he looked outside and could  see the sun so much lower than it had been when he’d started. With fall around the corner it  seemed to get darker so much sooner. But he could have sworn he’d just started. That he’d  signed up for the program just a few minutes ago. 

However, based off how sweaty he was in his old football jersey, he couldn’t help but think that  he’d been through quite the workout. His body felt tired. Muscles a little weak and sore. He  needed a shower. Warren went to the bathroom and stripped off his jersey. He looked over his  hard sweaty muscles in the mirror, flexing for himself. 

“Look at that pump!” he slapped his bicep. “So good… So strong…” His cock sprung back to  attention. “Need to become stronger… Bigger...” Warren’s hand ran over his dick, massaging it  as he showered. The feeling was so distracting that he hadn’t even realized the only thing he’d  been wearing was that old football jersey. 

Part 02 

Over the next few weeks, Warren kept using the same website. And each time, he felt better  after doing so. He couldn’t believe how good of workouts that he must have been going through,  even if he couldn’t quite remember them. But other aspects of his life started to change as well.  He wasn’t eating out as often, drinking soda or beer, or even showering every day. Something  was telling him not to. That he wasn’t really seeing anyone anyways, so why bother? 

He’d also gone and bought a newer wardrobe. Something that showed off his growing body a  little more. Between sleeveless shirts and tight fitting t’s, the tight jeans or shorts, or all the jocks  he’d bought, Warren had something different to wear every day. Though when he was alone in  his house, the only way he could really get comfortable was stripping down to the jocks. Feeling  the cool air against his skin was so much better than he thought it had ever been. The freedom  it’d given him just to laze about with his hand on his cock felt amazing. 

However, he couldn’t do it all day. Warren went back to his computer and logged into the  program. Even as he saw the black webpage, he could feel his heart rate pick up. Excitement  filled his body. It just felt so good. He’d have to answer new questions each time. 

‘How much do you weigh?’ 

‘Do you feel any different?’ 

‘Do you want to keep changing?’ 

And then Warren would be out. He couldn’t remember the next couple hours. His body would go  through the motions, feeling the joy and pleasure as he rained down over him. Was he doing  pushups? Sit ups? Curls? Warren didn’t know. But he’d like the results. 

Almost each day he could see a little bit more of a change in his body. His arms were a little bit  bigger. His chest pushed out further in front of him. Abs more defined. Legs stronger. Dick  longer. And more sensitive to his touch. So good. 

“YO!”

Warren tried to ignore it. 

“Warren! Where the Hell are ya man!?” more pounding on his front door. 

Warren scrunched his eyes, trying not to let it get to him. 

“Dude! Fucking open up!” 

Warren was out of the trance. He could feel a dull headache growing in the back of his mind.  Anger filled his hands as he pulled up his shorts over his naked body. “What?” he opened the  door to see Vince standing on the other side. 

“Uhhh…” Vince’s eyes quickly shot up as he tried to ignore the boner pointed directly at him.  “Sorry man. I was just really bored. Didn’t think you were doing anything…” Warren gave him a  grunt. “But damn! Look at you man! What the fuck have you been doing? I don’t see you for two  weeks and then you get all jacked and shit?” 

Warren’s anger softened at the complement. He could feel the headache lighten up, even if it  were ever so slightly. “You like?” his arm went up as he flexed his bicep, showing off the defined  baseball sized muscle. 

“Damn dude! What are you on?” Vince grabs the bicep and squeezes it with all his might. He’s  by no means a small guy. When he wrestled he was 170, but now being out he’d gotten up to  185. Though a lot more of that was fat than it had been. The quarantine had been just as bad to  him. “You looking fucking great.” He released the bicep. “No homo.” 

“I started a new program online. Found it from someone I used to know. And it’s been working  great.” 

“I can see that,” Vince said. “What are you up to now?” 

“196 this morning.” 

“What!?! Are you fucking with me??” Vince shouted. “You can’t be! You were in my weight class  last year! Coach is going to be pissed if you don’t lose some of that weight!” 

“And what’s Coach going to say about you?” Warren poked at the extra belly fat on Vince.  “Sides Coach can fucking suck it. I feel great and there’s no fucking way I’m going to lose  weight just for him. If I have to wrestle in the higher weight classes, then that’s what I’m going to  do. You think I’m scared of anyone?” 

“No,” Vince laughed. “Don’t remember you being this alpha…” 

“Dude, it’s the workouts. They’re making me feel so hot. I just feel so strong. So unstoppable.” 

“Uh-huh…” Vince nodded. He wasn’t going to comment on the creepy way he said it. “So what  are you using? If it’s legal of course…” 

Warren ignored the sly grin coming out of the corner of Vince’s mouth. “Lemme show you.” He  led Vince up to his room and opened up his laptop again. The timer had stopped with about 15  minutes left. “This. A guy from high school that I knew told me about it.” 

“Really..?” Vince looked over the computer. “Guess I interrupted one of them?”

“Yeah,” Warren grunted, offering no apology for his rudeness. 

“Guess you wanna finish?” 

“If you don’t mind.” 

“Sure. Sure.” Vince took his cue and stepped back. He watched as Warren clicked a button. A  bright flash filled his face and the life in his eyes drained completely away. His hands went to his  shorts and he dropped them to the floor. “Holy shit! What the fuck!?” Vince jumped backwards  but even with his loud shout, Warren didn’t move. 

“Hey. Bro? You still in there?” Vince cautiously got closer to his friend. A bit of fear still lingered,  from not fully recognizing his weird behaviors from before still lingered. He wasn’t sure what was  going on with him. He’d always heard of roid rage but figured that was just something people  liked to say. “Bro?” 

Vince waved his hand directly in front of Warren’s face. Nothing. However he couldn’t help but  chuckle. “Shit dude. You’re really out of it.” His attention turned to the massive erect cock  pointed out in front of him. “No way that’s natural,” Vince laughed. But then he turned to the  computer. “Edit profile?” the bright orange letters in the top right screen seemed to call his  name. “Edit profile.” 

It was just a joke. Just make a little change and if Warren notices, he’ll change it back. If not,  then it’s just a stupid prank. Vince clicked the button and looked at all the options. None of them  seemed to really be that funny to him. He could make Warren lose weight, or whatever, but  what was the fun in that? It wasn’t until he stumbled on the question, ‘Which do you prefer?’ The  women box was currently checked. 

Vince looked back up at the big strong man currently flexing and relaxing his muscles in  intervals. Sweat had covered his body and was dripping down over his hairless skin. ‘Wouldn’t it  be funny?’ the smile on Vince’s face would not go down. His finger hovered over the button. And  then finally he clicked it over to men. “So fucking funny… Wonder how long till he notices.” 

Part 03 

Warren’s least favorite part of this was how quickly he was outgrowing everything that he’d  bought. Even if he’d liked to wear the clothes tightly against his body, they were still getting too  small for that. A few times he’d felt the thought about just leaving naked. Even going so far as to  test getting the mail in just his jockstrap, but the annoying social norms had shamed him into  wearing clothes. 

He’d needed to upgrade from a large to an XL. The bottom of his shirts were starting to ride up  past his shorts and show off his skin. Even if he wanted to show off his defined abs, other  people seemed to be such prudes about it. And to make matters worse, the XL didn’t hug him  the same way. There was empty space in between his sleeves and his arms. It didn’t squeeze  against his chest. 

“Whatever,” Warren tried to shrug it off. The feeling was still there even as he went into the shoe  store. His size 12s were starting to feel snug and if he wanted to go for runs in the morning, he’d 

need something that would actually fit him. The flip flops he’d wear around weren’t going to cut  it. 

Warren went into the shoe store. People always seemed to look at him. He loved the feeling.  Their eyes would trace his body. Looking over each and every one of his masculine curves.  Even with the mask on, it didn’t seem to change the fact that their eyes trailed him, tracing every  inch of his body. Warren walked up and down a few aisles, looking for a nice looking running  shoe. In the corner of his eye he could see one of the employees following him. 

“Which one do you think looks better?” Warren called him out. 

The man juggled the boxes he was pretending to put on the shelves. “Sir?” 

“The shoes. I think this red one makes be stand out, but I can see the blue one making me look  dignified. Which do you think looks better?” 

“Uhhh…” the man approached, pretending his interest was in the shoes. He wore a nametag  that said Lenny. “I’m not sure. Most guys don’t ask me that… But I kind of like the blue ones  more.” 

“Yeah? Me too.” Warren couldn’t give a shit about the shoes. Suddenly his heart rate had  increased and his mind changed its focus. “I normally wear a 12 slim but I’ve been growing a bit  lately so I think I’m up to a 13 wide.” 

“You think?” Lenny looked down at his feet. “Maybe. That would mean those shoes must be  pretty tight. Take them off and I’ll go get something to measure them.” 

Warren sat down on a bench and spread his legs wide open. His feet kicked off his shoes,  letting just his stained white socks show. He watched as Lenny came back with the tool and got  onto his knees. “Wow… Those are some big feet…” 

Pride filled Warren as he heard the complement. Something about it just felt so good. He lifted it  up closer to Lenny’s face, allowing him to properly grab it. 

“You were really wearing 12’s?” Lenny asked. “Those had to be really tight…” “They were gettin there.” 

“So crazy. Don’t even know how you fit your feet inside there. Must have been quite the  squeeze,” Lenny’s hands gripped Warren’s feet as he measured their size. 

‘Fuck yeah…’ Warren thought to himself. Strange thoughts were starting to fill his mind as he  saw the employee down on his knees, feeling Warren’s feet. Those tiny fingers could go in  between each of his toes. Still he wanted more. Warren wanted to shove the small man’s face  into his feet. Make him sniff and lick the sweat off them. Calling him sir. He stifled a grunt.  Pretended it was a cough. 

“Wow! Yeah. You definitely needed more than a 12. You’re up to a 13 and a half. And if you  keep growing you’ll probably need a 14.” 

“You think?” Warren’s hands were planted on his dick. He could feel just how hard he was but  didn’t make a motion for it. 

“Yeah man! You’re massive!”

Warren gripped himself at the complement. He couldn’t do anything. Not here. But fuck did he  want to shove that small body against one of the racks and fuck it till he could was all done.  ‘Stop…’ he growled to himself, gripping his legs all the tighter. 

“But you’re lucky. We’re having a buy one get one half off sale. So if you keep on growing then  you’ll have a pair ready for you.” 

“Oh, I plan on growing. Just get me a 14. One in red and the other in blue. I’m sure I’ll need  them.” 

“Yes sir!” 

Warren felt his dick throb at the statement. “Thanks,” he tried to flex to move the blood  elsewhere, but it didn’t seem to do all that much. Each step was a struggle as he felt his rod  swinging back and forth, wanting attention. Begging for this guy to get on his knees and worship  his massive cock. 

His eyes watched as Lenny’s attention slipped between scanning the shoes and Warren’s body.  Never in Warren’s life had he enjoyed the eyes of another man on eyeing up his body. It’d been  like this for the last few days. All of a sudden he was liking the way other guys looked at him.  Whether it was a jealous glare or complete admiration, it didn’t matter how they looked at him, he felt good. It changed with his porn habits as well. Normally he’d have a hard time getting off  to a guy in the shot at all. Just the thought of another man cumming would make him feel  uncomfortable. But he spotted a video with a cute little twink and a big guy on the home page.  His mouse hovered over it for a good thirty seconds before clicking it. 

The video started off slowly. The two guys just meeting up in an apartment. But then the little  guy started to get more comfortable in the bigger man’s arms. His little body fit so perfectly next  to the hard muscles of the other man. His hands slowly worked their way down to the muscular  man’s pants, freeing his cock. And what a cock it was. The large sausage couldn’t be handled  with one of the small man’s hands. 

Warren was getting into it more and more. He wanted to feel that. To have another man worship  the way this guy in the video was doing. To see his bright happy eyes filled with joy when he  was able to make him cum. 

Warren let out a grunt but covered it up with a, “Thanks.” He had a fake smile hidden by his  mask when he grabbed the two boxes of shoes and went back into his truck. He could feel his  dick wanting attention all the more. Thoughts about whether or not that little guy would do what  he wanted floated through his mind. His hand caressed his own cock, wanting more. “I need a  boyfriend,” he finally stated. 

Part 04 

“YO! I can’t believe you found this awesome site!” Vince said. “Man! I don’t even feel like I’m  working out but it’s fucking working. Just look at me! All that fat’s gone but I weigh even more.  All muscle.” 

“Uh-huh,” Warren nodded. “You’re lookin good. Coach is going to be really happy when he sees  you.”

“Fuck yeah he is! I feel better than I’ve felt in a fucking long time. So much stronger and only a  bit heavier than I had been. But when the season starts, I’ll probably use that weight lose  function just to make sure I can make weight.” 

“That’s a good idea,” Warren said. 

“You thinking you might use it too?” 

“Use what?” 

“Yeah, the weight loss part,” Vince said. “You’re getting pretty big…” 

It wasn’t supposed to be a complement but that’s not how Warren took it. A broad but coy smile  filled his face. “You think I’m big? This is still nothing to what I want.” He’d finally gotten over the  200 pound hump. But for working out for less than a month, dropping his body fat percentage  near the single digits and then still gaining weight, it was hard to take it as anything else. He  was big. And when another guy noticed, Warren felt a surge of pride run through his body. He’d  flex subconsciously. 

“You… You want to be bigger?” 

“Damn right I do! Like fuck! Look at me,” Warren flexed his arms showing off the hard definition  running through them. He had thick forearms that led up to massive mitts for hands. Throughout  his entire body he could feel the power and strength buried deep into the muscular power. “And  look at you! Can’t you feel it?” 

For a second Warren stopped admiring himself and broke the distance between him and Vince.  His strong hands gently ran up and down Vince’s arms. “Look how big you’re getting,” Warren  continued. His voice soft, but sultry. “You’re so much stronger than you had been before. And  then you can see all the definition. The cuts and curves of those powerful pecs. The hard blocky  abs. Those thick thighs.” 

Vince could feel Warren’s hands exploring his body. “No homo,” Vince laughed as the hands  went under his shirt and then were leading down to his shorts. Normally Vince would joke about  shit like that but this wasn’t the same. It didn’t feel like a joke. 

“Right,” Warren stepped off. “No homo.” The silence between them was palpable. He could feel  a distance building that he didn’t want to be there. He’d overstepped the boundary. 

“Anyways--” 

“Hey,” Warren interrupted, “Why don’t you work out here today?” 

“I don’t know… I usually like to do it by myself…” 

“Dude… C’mon… It’s not weird or anything,” Warren said. 

Vince winced. “Last time you got completely naked in front of me…” 

“Do you not?” 

Vince shook his head. The distance was growing. Warren didn’t know why. Why would he get  naked but not other people? It just felt so much more comfortable that way. He’d always liked  wearing less clothes but that wasn’t exactly a very acceptable thing to do either.

“Oh…” Warren said. “How about I just don’t. For today?” 

“I don’t--” 

“C’mon man. What are you gay?” Warren taunted. 

“Dude--” 

“Then what are you afraid of? Huh?” 

“Afraid? I ain’t afraid of nothing.” 

“Then why not?” 

“Cause…” Vince couldn’t think of a solid answer without going back to the gay thing. He didn’t  want to ever be seen as that. It was bad enough that people were starting to talk about wrestling  like only gay men would ever want to be rolling around on the mat like that. But it totally missed  the point of testing strength and tactics to get the other man down. “I don’t know…” 

Warren smiled, knowing he’d won. “Then c’mon. I’ve got the link saved and we can do it  together.” Vince followed Warren to his room with his laptop. “Go ahead and sign in. I’ll be right  behind you.” 

“You sure?” 

Warren nodded. 

Vince went to type in his username and password then logged into the website. He still felt a  knot in his stomach. His little prank had been on his mind since Warren asked him to workout.  But there was no way a guy like Warren could like men. He was straight as an arrow. Always  had been. However, the way Warren had been acting he was having second thoughts. 

“Warr--” 

However it was too late. Warren had grabbed the top of his hand and slid the mouse over to  start button and clicked it. The first flash blinded Vince. His mind went at ease. The second put  him a little more under. There wasn’t anything to worry about. He was just going to work out.  That’s right it was just a work out session. Another flash and he stood up straight. His body  reacted to the unknown stimuli. 

“Good boy,” Warren’s hands found their way back onto Vince’s body. He gently caressed the  other man’s near hairless skin. “Sooo goood.” He moaned. His lips kissed the nape of Vince’s  neck and went up to the side of his body. He wanted to do so many different things to it but  knew there was no way Vince could be ready for any of them. It’d have to wait. 

Warren hated the idea of having to be patient but knew he had to be. He couldn’t do anything  until Vince was ready. His attention turned back to the computer, specifically the change profile  settings. He clicked the button. 

Scrolling through the profile, Warren realized he hadn’t really looked at his own. There were so  many questions on it that he didn’t even remember answering. ‘What is your desired height and  weight?’ ‘Do you like to work out?’ ‘Will you ever be big enough?’ ‘Who do you look up to for  inspiration?’ The questions went on and on. But he already knew one of the questions he  wanted to find.

‘Do you like men or women?’ Vince had obviously clicked women. The only reason the horn dog  was doing this was to get with women. He could like about wanting it for wrestling all he wanted  but the way he posted on his online profiles, it was pretty obvious what he was after. 

And then scrolling a little bit further, Warren found the question, ‘Who do you find attractive?’ Of  course it was a couple of really famous actresses and then a few girls from college. Warren  typed his name in the first slot. He wondered how else it would change. Would Vince change  the settings as the work outs continued? Or would he still be attracted to those girls, despite  having the conflicting question about whether he liked men or women. 

Warren didn’t pay it too much mind as he kept scrolling down through the questions. One of  them caught his eye. ‘Are you dominant or submissive?’ Neither box was checked. He’d skipped  right over it. But Warren couldn’t allow that. He clicked the submissive box and another one  appeared right below it with the flashing I bar. ‘Who are you submissive to?’ 

“Perfect…” Warren smiled as he typed in his own name. “And if you really want to lose weight,  we might as well get you started on that now.” He went in and typed in several more changes to  Vince’s goals. “You’re going to be my perfect little twink…” 

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Vince went through his entire workout and then came to. His mind was slowly starting to wipe  away the pleasant and euphoric state; however he couldn’t help but notice Warren wasn’t doing  the same. “You didn’t want to work out?” 

“I was worried that if I logged you out that you would have woken back up. And I know how  annoying that can be when you don’t finish your workout.” 

“Uhh… Thanks,” a smile was creeping on the sides of Vince’s mouth at the consideration from  the other man. 

“Not a problem. I can always work out later tonight. How about we just go get some dinner. I’m  sure you’re famished.” 

Vince held himself back. “Actually… I’m not really hungry. But--” 

“Hmm?” 

“It’s nothing.” 

“No. What is it?” 

Vince felt his body freeze up awkwardly as Warren stood up again. His shirtless body filled his  mind. “Well… It’s just if you want to get something, I wouldn’t mind just sitting around and just hanging out.” 

“I don’t see why not.” 

“No homo,” Vince interrupted the moment. 

“No homo,” Warren agreed.

Part 05 

Warren’s phone vibrated in the morning. It was another picture of Vince flexing without his shirt  on. It’d only been about three days but it was quickly becoming one of his favorite parts of the  day. Seeing his show off specifically for him was nice. He’d only gave it as a passing suggestion  at the dinner they had together, but the next day Vince had picked up and run with it. 

The first couple of pictures he was fully clothed. Then no shirt. Now he was starting to lower the  angle of that camera showing off a bit more than he would have ever before. Warren wanted to  ask for his more private pics, but thought it might have been to forward at this stage. “Patience,”  he told himself as he rubbed his boner. 

‘Hey… I know this is weird, but have you been feeling any different?’ Vince texted. ‘Different? How so?’ 

‘It’s nothing.’ The text was a lie. Warren could see it as Vince was desperately trying to type  something else but was probably deleting it over and over again. Those spinning three circles  told him something was up. ‘It’s just, I was 182 on Sunday and now I’m down to 178. Have you  been losing any weight?’ 

Warren took a picture of himself. ‘Does it look like I’m losing any weight?’ He was getting close  to 210 and he’d grown another inch taller. At 6’2” he looked really big, but he could always be  bigger. And the long pause Vince was giving made it obvious that he’d noticed Warren wasn’t any smaller. 

‘No… But I don’t know… Why am I losing weight?’ 

‘Don’t worry about it. It’s probably just a glitch in the program.’ 

‘You think? Should I report it?’ 

‘No way. I’m sure they’ll fix it in a day or two. You shouldn’t stress out over a couple of pounds.’ ‘But... Don’t you think that’s a bit weird? I’ve only ever gained weight. Never lost it.’ ‘Nah. Shit like this happens all the time with new programs.’ 

‘Still… I think I should report it.’ 

‘Don’t. It’ll just bother them. Besides, weren’t you the one saying you wanted to lose weight for  wrestling?’ 

‘I did...’ 

‘Side’s I think you’ll look really cute if you get even smaller. Sure be an ass I’d love to pound.’ ‘Dude…’ 

‘Sorry. No homo.’ 

Vince sent back a few laughing emojis.

“Patience…” Warren reminded himself again. However, it didn’t stop his hand from feeling  himself up any more. His mind seemed to be working nonstop thinking about Vince’s body.  They’d always been in a similar weight class. Often wrestling each other for practice. But  Warren would usually lose. He was too weak. Too slow. Not enough stamina. 

Somehow Vince could just go. Everyday he’d compete in practice, go work out and then still  have enough energy to do whatever the fuck he wanted. Warren envied it so much. He’d  pretend that he wasn’t tired just so he wouldn’t look like a loser but he always wanted that same  built in energy that Vince had. 

Warren’s body flipped over in his bed. His hard dick pressed against the mattress as he twisted  and writhed thinking about the difference in size now. Vince kept acting like it was nothing, but  Warren could see it. He was bigger. Stronger. If they wrestled right now, Vince probably couldn’t  even take him down. 

“Yeah… Fuck yeah…” The thought of him sparring off with Vince filled Warren’s mind. He could easily take down Vince now. There was nearly thirty pounds between them. All muscle. “So  much stronger,” Warren moaned as he visualized their differences. He was taller, wider and  hands bigger. He could easily throw Vince to the ground. 

But Vince was fast. His body could easily dodge under Warren’s grapple. “Bigger…” Warren  thought about him getting up to 220. “And smaller…” And then Vince losing another ten pounds.  There’d be a whole 50 pounds between them. Would it matter how fast Vince was if he could  never get Warren down on the mat? And then the first time Vince would try to grab him back. 

Warren could easily push him down on the mat at 140 pounds. His tiny body couldn’t do  anything to the 70 pounds difference in the weight. He could easily fit his hand around the  thickest part of Vince’s arms and hold him still. Vince would complain about the weight  difference. Saying that’s the only reason he lost. Warren would remind him that Vince was the  one who challenged him. 

Vince’s abysmally small 130 pound body would squirm under Warren’s overpowering strength.  Not many people were stronger than him and even fewer could get out of his grip. Vince’s body  would calm down and his eyes would lock onto Warren’s. He’d have such a dumb look on his  face, mouth slightly agape, with eyes unblinking. 

“Oh fuck yeah…” Warren grunted. His pace with his mattress had picked up. He loved thinking  about how much control he’d have over a tiny Vince. Or hearing his bro-ish voice calling out his  name. Or feel his body squirm underneath his. Or hear him beg for more. 

Warren’s body flexed and he bit hard into his pillow. A deep primal grunt came out of his throat.  “Such a sexy little beast…” he grunted as he came out of his high. A large mess was currently  being made on his bed, but he didn’t care. Just added more of his aroma to the room. 

He stood up pacing back and forth like a caged animal. “Patience,” he reminded himself again.  His dick hardened again as he looked over Vince’s pictures. He tried to ease the boner, but it  only seemed to get him worked up even more. However his eyes scrolled down a little further.  There was another text from Vince. ‘Hey. Since I’m showing you some progress pics, why not  send me some of yours?’ 

The grip on his phone tightened and he kneeling doubled over from the sensation surging  through his dick. He couldn’t think straight any more. All he wanted was Vince. His mind was  racing as he tried to ignore the primal sexual pleasure and replace it with something more 

civilized. ‘Sure,’ Warren texted. Then it was followed up by a link to his online profile. He’d loved  seeing the numbers growing as more and more. Just like him. 

It was a good twenty minutes before Vince texted back. ‘Hard to believe what we looked like just  a few months ago. Never thought you’d look this good!’ There was another text that quickly  followed. ‘I mean get this big.’ Followed even more quickly by, ‘No homo.’ 

“Pat--tience…” Warren’s breathing was haggard. His mind wouldn’t get off of Vince’s naked  body. He wanted to touch every inch of the other man. But that single word was the only thing  keeping him from driving over to the other man’s house and fucking him right then. If he was too  quick then he might scare him off. There was no way he was going to let that happen. Vince’s  hole was going to be his. 

Part 06 

“Are you sure I shouldn’t report it?” Vince asked. It’d been another week and he’d still been  losing weight, a little over a pound a day. “I just feel like it should have been fixed by now.” 

“Nah. Don’t worry about it,” Warren said. “Besides, you look great.” 

Vince’s stunned silence told Warren all he needed to know. He could see him shifting his  weight, squirming ever so slightly at the complement but not wanting to address it. “Thanks,” his  eyes wouldn’t look up at Warren. Instead they stayed lowered, no longer watching the TV they  were watching. “So… I got this girl who’s really all over me.” 

“Yeah?” Warren smiled through his anger. “She hot?” 

“The hottest! All the right curves in all the right places. Don’t think I could have nabbed a girl like  her if not for that program thing you found. But if I don’t get this figured out soon I might lose  her.” 

“Her loss,” Warren grunted. 

“Yeah but this one’s down for anal! Don’t think I’ve ever had a girl tell me that before.” “You like anal?” 

Maybe it was the devious smirk on Warren’s face or just the question itself but Vince’s body  tightened up. He sat straight up and every muscle in his body seemed to be on edge. “Yeah I  like anal.” The laugh from Warren made Vince’s face flush. “Giving! Asshole! Not catching!” 

“No you said it. You like giving asshole. Don’t lie,” Warren mocked. 

“Like hell I do. I ain’t gay,” Vince got up from his chair and went over to punch Warren. His feet  tripped over his shoes and he fell down onto Warren’s body. He’d caught himself on Warren’s  massive arms. And paused. Their eyes locked. Heart beating faster. Louder. His mind was  giving into the desire, quietly planted in the back of his mind. A hand let go of his arm and then  drifted to Warren’s thick pecs. It stopped. “Sorry.”

Vince tried to shake the thoughts out of his mind as he stood back up. He purposefully turned all  the way around to hide the bulge in between his legs. “Damn that program. I bought these  shoes last week and now they’re too big again. My feet keep slipping out of them.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. It’s fucking bullshit. I don’t know what’s going on. I haven’t changed any of the settings  but I keep getting smaller.” Vince looked back at Warren. “You have anything weird start  happening to you?” 

“No? Don’t think so,” Warren said. 

“You… Uhh… Sure?” 

“Yeah. Think so. All I wanted to be was bigger and stronger so I could let out my alpha side a bit  more. I hated feeling like a shrimp. But now look at me.” Warren stood up and flexed his arms.  The thick muscles were all the more impressive in person. At least 18 inches round, with a light  sweat covering his smooth skin. “Pretty sexy right?” 

“Yeah… I mean-- No. That’s not what I mean,” Vince shook his head. His bulge was back in full  view. The disconnect between his conscious mind and primal urges made it harder for him to  think. “It’s just I’ve really been thinking I should contact user support or something. Or maybe go  through the setting or…” 

“Calm down…” Warren’s big body wrapped around Vince’s from behind. “Shh… It’s okay.  You’re fine. Don’t worry so much.” He held onto Vince tightly, who relaxed at the slow rocking  sensation. “You look great. Don’t stress so much about it. Okay?” He released and took a step  back. “How about you go up and work out and then I look over it for you?” 

“I don’t know…” 

“Do you not trust me?” 

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that I think--” Vince cut himself off. He didn’t know what to think. 

“It’s okay,” Warren said. “Just look how stressed you are about it. I just wanted to try to help you out.” 

“I know, but…” Vince cut himself off again. “Are you sure that you haven’t been feeling any  different? Any different at all?” 

“No,” Warren shook his head. “Can’t say that I have.” He stopped and lifted up his bare arm  again, flexing. “Other than gaining all this muscle.” 

“Okay,” A wry smile filled Vince’s face as well. He followed Warren up to his bedroom and  watched as the familiar screen popped up. 

Warren moved the mouse over the starting button. “I’ll tell you if I see anything weird. Okay?” “Okay.” 

The starting button was clicked and several bright white flashes filled the room. Vince looked  directly into them feeling his body and mind fade into the dull euphoric state of a trance. His 

mind drifted to Warren. A good friend. A strong friend. A handsome friend. He needed to do  everything to make sure Warren was happy. 

He could feel those strong hands touching his body. The feeling made his heart race. Joy and  pleasure filled his mind and body as the hands touching him drifted down over his shoulders to  his back. They traced the swell of his back, as gentle kisses followed. 

Vince’s shorts dropped around his ankles. His ass cheeks spread open and feel a wet tongue  enter inside him. He wanted to moan. Groan. Make some kind of satisfied noise as it went  deeper into his insides. Something had been telling him that this is what he wanted. Over the  last week he’d slowly started to play with himself the same way. While he was looking at porn, a  finger slowly pushed up against his ass. 

After the satisfaction came the shame. He liked women. He liked fucking bitches. Doing tricks.  Just like all the other bros. But what about Warren. “Oh god… Warren.” His dick throbbed at the  thought of the massive muscular man. So sexy any other guy would have to feel the same. Who  wouldn’t want to feel those strong muscles? They were so big and seemed to always have a bit  of sweat on them making them shine. 

Or that smell. Sure it was a little rank but it’s just because he worked out so hard. Who couldn’t  love a man like that? It meant he could feel safe. Taken care of. Loved. Vince felt his hips buck.  The sensation was too much. He couldn’t control himself. 

The hypnotic state released and Vince found himself still in Warren’s bedroom. Warren was  sitting on his bed. “Good workout?” 

“Uhhh… Yeah,” Vince’s eyes wouldn’t leave Warren’s shirtless body. The memories of the  workout were quickly sliding down into his subconscious. But some were still there. He wanted  to climb up on the bed with him and lick those hard pecs, go down past his abs and pull out that  thick cock and suck it. He licked his own lips thinking more about it. “No…” he tried to push the  thoughts out of his mind. “I’m not gay. I shouldn’t do this.” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing… Nothing…” He pushed Warren away and rushed out of the room, leaving completely. 

Part 07 

Several days had passed before Warren had seen Vince again. He’d greatly missed the  morning text messages of progress pictures that the other man would send. Even if they were of  his progress of rapidly losing his muscles. But he wasn’t going to push it. 

‘Hey… Can I come over?’ it was a text from Vince. It wasn’t even an hour before Vince was in  Warren’s driveway. He was another good 7 or 8 pounds lighter. His shirt hung loosely over his  shoulders while he had to wear a belt around his shorts. 

Warren opened the door to let him in. “Shit…” Vince’s mouth hung open as he stared at  Warren’s shirtless body. “You’ve gotten bigger.” 

“And you’ve gotten smaller. Still haven’t figured out that glitch?”

“Uhh… No. But… I… Uhhh… Kind of like it. You know? I feel weird saying it. Mostly cause I’m  back down to my weight when I started college, but it’s not all bad.” 

“I’ll say,” Warren commented. “I think you look great.” 

A deep crimson filled Vince’s face. “I’d say the same to you…” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” It wasn’t even an instant before Vince leaped forward and kissed Warren on the lips. He  didn’t even realize that Warren had accepted it wholeheartedly, carrying him into the house  while closing the front door. “Sorry…” 

“What’s there to be sorry for?” 

“I don’t know…” Vince said as he was set down on the couch. “I’ve just been really stupid these  last few days. I’ve been avoiding you and the feelings I have because I wanted to be… You  know.” 

“I think so,” Warren answered. “But this isn’t something you need to be ashamed of.” 

“I know… But I need to tell you something.” Vince’s fingers twirled around Warren’s nipple. “I…  Uhh… I changed the preference in the app so you liked men…” 

“Hmmm… Is that what happened?” 

“You’re… You’re not mad?” 

Warren shrugged his heavy shoulders. “No. Can’t say that I am. But I should probably tell you  that I did the same to you.” 

“You did?” 

“I did,” Warren changed his position on the couch. He put more of his weight on top of Vince’s  body. “It must have been when you changed me that I started to want you so bad. At first it was  just simple things. The small complements. The way you’d say something sexual. Or how you’d  come over so often. And then there was the change in how I felt about the memories of when  we wrestled. I wanted to do it again. To feel your body under mine. Fuck. I just wanted to make  you mine.” Warren’s face was mere inches from his ear and whispered, “Are you mad?” 

Vince shuddered. His mind and body seemed to be in a conflict with each other. “Fuck… I want  to be so bad… But over the last two weeks I haven’t been able to get your naked body out of my  mind. God damn… I’m not gay, but you’re just so sexy. I just--” 

Warren didn’t want to hear anything else. He made it impossible for Vince to continue by locking  their mouths together. He’d been patient enough. If Vince wanted to still reject him then he just  had to push him away. But Vince didn’t. His tongue rolled around and played with Warren’s.  Each feeling the other’s body while they did so. 

The kiss finally broke. “Oh fuck me…” Vince moaned as he leaned in for another. 

“If you insist,” Warren smiled, wryly. Without much effort at all he flipped Vince’s body over onto  his belly and licked his asshole.

“WAR--” Vince’s protest was stopped by a loud powerful moan. Every muscle in his body had  tightened and then released the moment Warren stopped. He’d made sure it was cleaned but  this felt so much better than the fingers that he’d been using. The way his tongue lapped and  licked up the soft sensitive spot was more special than he’d thought it’d be. 

“What was that?” 

“More…” 

Warren repositioned himself a little higher. His dick pressed up against the wet asshole. Slowly  he pressed in. 

Vince’s body breathed out. “Oh God…” he cried out. “So much bigger… So much bigger than I  remember.” 

“It should be. I never stopped growing,” Warren taunted as he pushed another inch in. He felt  Vince’s ass tighten against him while his hands desperately tried to grip onto something else for  support. The loud grunt was enough to encourage Warren but it was quickly followed by a much  softer, ‘More…’ 

Warren wasn't about to let the situation slip by. He pushed more in causing Vince to cry out in  the pleasure and pain. His smaller, suppler body stretched to accommodate his girth. More and  more of Warren's thick cock pushed in. Hitting a wall. 

"Oh God! Fuck!" Vince cried out. The stimulation inside him was too much and he ended up  finishing too quickly. 

"Am I too much for you?" Warren taunted. His voice was low and dominating as he said it. 

"Too sexy…" Vince said. He went to bite into the pillow as he felt his anus being used. Warren  kept thrusting up and down filling it up. He let out several grunts and groans. His potent musk  filled Vince's nose making him hard again. "So sexy…" 

Warren didn't expect the statement. The sheer lust overtook him and he couldn't control himself  as he finished inside of Vince's body. His hands squeezed the other man's shoulders tightly as  his hips thrust up and down. 

Then he relaxed. He let his body fall down on top of Vince's then cradled it gently. "I guess I can  say the same to you…" 

Vince squirmed in Warren's arms getting as comfortable as he could. He almost felt himself  wishing he were even smaller to fit all the more comfortably. "Now that you know that I made  you gay… Are you going to change yourself back?" 

"Back? Hell no. Maybe I'll shrink myself a bit to make Coach happy." 

"Really?" 

"Really," Warren nuzzled his face into Vince's neck. "What about you?" 

Vince went quiet for a few seconds. "I don't think so," he said. "But for wrestling I don't think I  should get much smaller." 

"Even though you're so cute?"

The light tickling from Warren made it hard for Vince to answer. "Yes… But that doesn't mean  after the season's over we can't try it again…" 

Warren smiled at the offer. "I'd like that."