Andy loved checking in on his favorite fitness influences. His favorite was a guy named Martin, a huge 6'6" 270 pound muscular beef cake who was absolutely stacked with muscle. He used to film himself being far too big for normal things like fitting into sports cars, using a plane's bathroom, or even walking through doors. His broad shoulders and thick muscles were impossible to miss.
However, they were starting to dwindle. Three inches and 50 pounds off his frame still meant he was fucking huge, however, he was also noticeably smaller. With his big personality, he wasn't about to let these changes affect him. He still filmed every workout he did, even if he was rapidly losing the strength that he would have. Comments were filled with people asking about missing plates or lighter weights. He never responded.
Instead, he had a guy who was suddenly in almost every one of his videos. The guy was about 6' and 180 pounds. He clearly worked out a lot but didn't do any kind of steroids. He was a good foil for Martin. Since he was smaller than Martin, he was also able to make the former bodybuilder look bigger and stronger by comparison. The longer they filmed videos together, people couldn't help but notice Martin getting very close to the other guy. His hands were all over his new friend and would constantly run up and down his body. Then there was the video where he very clearly popped a tent.
Andy read through the comments. Half were criticizing Martin while the other half were defending him, saying that no one knew what was going on. Even though so many of the biggest names in bodybuilding were starting to shrink so rapidly, there wasn't a doctor around who knew why this would have started happening. Even though many had never had an attraction to another man, now they couldn't get away from it.
Tristan was having the same problem. Andy loved watching him start to squirm as they were alone in their room together. He'd catch Tristan staring at him and biting his bottom lip. One time he swore he saw Tristan's hand go down his shorts and give his dick a tug. However, it was the night that Tristan climbed into bed with Andy that he knew that the book was working.
The shrinking jock stumbled into their room. He'd still been drinking like he was 40 pounds heavier than he was. That didn't mean it didn't still sound that way as his feet pounded against the floor. His 5'11" 180 pound body slid against the wall and eventually landed in Andy's bed. Normally, Andy would have been pissed. Tonight was different as Tristan's drunken arms gently wrapped around him.
"Damn that Maddie..." he complained. "She threw me out cause I couldn't get hard. But then it was like I could, but only when I thought of you..." His body pulled in a bit harder. There was still a bit of muscle covering his arms. No where near as big and strong as it had been, but Tristan was clearly still an athlete. He nuzzled his face into the back of Andy's neck, kissing it slightly. "God... What's wrong with me? All I want is to have sex with you..."
Andy bit his bottom lip. He felt the bulge pushing into his backside. However, the dull snore of Tristan's sleeping body filled the silence of the room. Andy smiled to himself, maybe tomorrow...