My rock hard little dick quivered with excitement as I imagined who I would bring over and what perverted things I would do them. I was startled out of my erotic fantasies when my phone buzzed. [Winston Mac is calling] popped up on the display. The name floated on the edges of my new memories as someone semi-important.
I answered the call and the a rough voice immediately barked at me from the other end. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! YOUR MATCH STARTS IN FIFTEEN MINUTES!"
Then the memories flooded in. In this life I had begun a casual pro-wrestling career to pay for college. My enormous size had quickly brought me notoriety in the scene and I had just landed my first live local TV appearance. It seemed just like with my height and weight the book had taken "Built like a wrestler you see on TV" a bit further than I had intended.
The event manager on the other side of the line was still rambling on with a list of profanities. "You better get your ass here in five fucking minutes or you'll never work in this town again!" and hung up abruptly. I checked the calendar on my phone and indeed I was scheduled for an appearance soon. I considered it for a second and thought it might be fun to be a pro-wrestler and show off my amazing new bod on tv. I clicked the address link on the reminder, and a map popped up showing a location all the way across town.
There was no way I'd make it in time. Then it hit me, the solution was obvious. I grabbed the book and wrote down "My match is being held right around the corner from the college." Immediately the map zoomed over to a building that was a seven minute walk away.
I threw some clothes on, grabbed the book and ran out the door, pumping my muscular legs with ease. As I exited the campus grounds, I realized it would've been much easier to just re-arrange schedule to give myself more time. Too bad I forgotten to bring a pen in my hurry. It wasn't a big deal as I made it to the gymnasium in time. And it seemed in my new life I didn't neglect my cardio because I wasn't even hard of breath.
I slipped around the back and entered the locker room where an old fat bald man was pacing back and forth.
"Where the fuck have you been!" He stomped up to me, head barely at the same height of my chest, "The show starts in 10! Get your gear on!"
"Uh gear?" My mind suddenly had another memory flash of the wrestling outfit I had custom tailored for my size...packed in a duffel bag back at my dorm.
"Don't tell me you forgot your costume!" his face turned red and a vein visibly throbbed on his forehead.
"Relax Mac" A muscular man at least 6ft tall wearing nothing but brightly red flame patterned trunks stepped out from behind a row of lockers. I recognized him from my new life memories as Hugo, my opponent. He stepped forward and tossed me a set of yellow trunks with caution ⚠ symbol printed on the front and some black boots. "You left your old set from when you were under three hundred pounds here. Might be a tight fit but they'll do."
"Don't tell me to rela-" the manager said as his phone buzzed. He looked at it, swore and headed for the door. "Whatever! Just be out there in five!"
"See you out there kid!" Hugo said before walking out of the locker room.
I undid the padlock on one of the lockers and placed my book inside, before pulling off my shirt and piling it on top of the book. I dropped my pants allowing my hard little two inch dick to spring free oozing out a dribble of precum from the rush. This might be a problem as I had forgotten to bring underwear and was worried my dicklet would visibly leak through the fabric. Also my embarrassing lack of bulge would be immediately apparent in the overstretched trunks, something I was not too keen on sharing with thousands of viewers. But there was no time to find a pen to edit the book. I quickly grabbed some paper towels from a nearby dispenser and stuffed them down the crotch as I pulled the yellow trunks on. Luckily they were stretchy enough to fit though they weren't exactly comfortable. I checked myself out in the mirror and was satisfied with my enormous muscles and impressive bugle. I could feel my micropenis dripping with excitement but it was all absorbed by the paper towels.
After I turned the key in the padlock I realized there were no pockets in my costume. The door burst open again and Winston returned looking like he was about to explode.
"What are you still doing in here!?" he yelled stomping up to me.
"Uhh I just need to find a safe place for this locker key" I responded. He reached up and snatched it out my hands.
"I'll hold on to it! Now get out there!"
I quickly made my way through the corridor and Found Hugo waiting at a set of double doors. Behind them a voice reverberated through the halls.
"-the 370 pound machine, and beast of the hurt-en, BIG-BULL DOZER!"
"You're up!" Hugo said to me, "Just follow the plan and it should be fine."
Plan? The memory of discussing the general way the match would go was just starting to return when Hugo shoved me through the doors and the roar of the crowd hit my ears.