Andy continued to watch as his favorite fitness influencers continued to lose their hard muscles. Some had stopped posting, others started posting more in the hopes of that gay validation they'd always received. Several of them who had come out hard against the gay men who would constantly ask them their height and weight suddenly were posting it without being asked. Even though it was clear that was their height and weight before the changes started to occur.
Tristan had gone to changing more often in their room. When Andy wouldn't look at him, he'd almost slow down. One time he even dropped something on the ground to get Andy's attention. He then blushed slightly, hoping for some kind of comment, but Andy pretended not to notice. Tristan squirmed under the indifference. He knew he didn't want to like it but his body craved the attention.
"Hey," Tristan said without his shirt on. The muscles on his body were still pretty decently sized. He had wide shoulders and pecs that pushed slightly out from his chest, they just weren't as big and noticeable as they had been. He'd gone without shirts more as the XL that he tended to wear because they pushed hard against his body were getting too loose for him. "I'm still hot, right?" His cocky ego had dwindled down so much that he was practically begging for Andy to say something.
"Yeah... I guess," Andy shrugged.
The nonchalant answer sent Tristan for a loop. "You--you guess?" he sputtered out. There was an attempt to recollect himself. He stood up straight, almost looking like he was trying to flex. He'd recently dropped under 200 pounds and was right on the cusp of being under 6'.
"I mean... Lemme see..." Andy said as he stood up, setting down his book. "Flex for me."
Tristan flinched. His mind was both repulsed and craved the attention. As Andy stood next to him, he slowly started to cave. His arms went up and he flexed his arms. Tristan felt his heart rate sky rocket. He watched Andy for even the slightest bit of expression. However, when Andy reached out to touch him, he flinched again.
"What? I just want to feel," Andy said.
The feeling of disappointing Andy weighed heavily on Tristan. Never in his life did he think he'd care of this gay guys opinion, now he was hanging on even the smallest of compliments. He relented, flexing as hard as he could.
Andy grabbed the muscle. "Damn!" he declared in excitement. Despite all the mass that was lost, there was still a lot of strength built into the arm. His bicep had a solid bump on top and strong triceps on the opposite side. "Yeah. You're still hot..." Andy said. His hands moved away from Tristan's arm and onto his bare open chest. They gently slid over his smaller pecs and down his dwindling abs.
"Thanks man!" Tristan pulled Andy into a powerful hug. "I knew Maddie was just being a bitch!" he declared. "Anyways. I gotta go to the gym."
Andy felt himself grimace as he watched Tristan leave. He went back to the book. 'As the changes continue, these men are becoming less sexually interested in woman. Their sexual interest is changing into men.'