Chapter 2: Rising Action
As David entered the wrestling training room, the air was thick with the sounds of grunting and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the mat. The scent of sweat and determination filled his nostrils, and he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the practice ahead.
He walked over to the corner of the room, where Chris Kennedy, the wrestling coach, was giving instructions to the team. Kennedy was a man in his mid-forties, with a thick body and muscular build.
He had a deep tan, a face lined with the years of countless workouts and wrestling matches, and striking silver hair that was always perfectly combed back. A real silver fox, David thought to himself. Kennedy wore a tight black wrestling singlet that showed off his sculpted form, and as he spoke to the team, he exuded an aura of unwavering confidence and authority.
David couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves and excitement as he stood near Kennedy.
The coach's presence was overwhelming, commanding attention and respect from everyone in the room. David knew he couldn't act on his attraction to the coach, but just being near him was enough to make his heart race.
As David watched Kennedy from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of man lay hidden beneath that tough exterior. Surely, a man with such a strong and powerful physique and undeniable charisma must have his own insecurities and vulnerabilities.
These thoughts lingered in David's mind as he observed Kennedy and the way he interacted with the team.
But David didn't have to wonder for long. He had recently come into possession of an app that allowed him to peek into the innermost thoughts of those around him, and even manipulate their actions and emotions. It was a dangerous and powerful tool, and David had to be careful not to abuse it.
But he couldn't resist the urge to learn more about Kennedy.
“Did I miss anything” Tim said as he sat down. “You’re late” David responded. “Coach Kennedy was just about to start practice.”
Tim, David’s red-haired, freckled twink of a friend, made a show of checking his watch and mock gasped. “You’re right! I completely lost track of time.”
They both turned their attention to the wrestling mats, where Kennedy was shouting instructions, his voice deep and commanding. His eyes were laser-focused on each of the wrestlers, analyzing and correcting their form.
His brow was furrowed in concentration, and David could see the slight sheen of sweat that had started to form on his forehead.
David sneaked a glance at Tim, who was clearly entranced by the spectacle of Kennedy's coaching. He couldn't blame him - Kennedy was mesmerizing, even in his most mundane moments.
But David had a deeper interest in Kennedy, a desire to know what made him tick. And with the new app he had acquired, he could finally get a glimpse into Kennedy's mind.
As the practice wore on, David stole moments to tune into the app, scrolling through Kennedy's thoughts. He saw the coach's doubts and fears, the tender emotions he reserved for only a select few. It was like a window to a world that was otherwise hidden, and David found himself entranced by the revelations before him.
But David knew he couldn't stop there. He wanted to do more than just peek into Kennedy's thoughts. The app was capable of manipulation, of changing the very fabric of a person's mind and emotions.
And as David watched Kennedy on the mats, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of difference it could make.
David was acutely aware of the potential consequences, the ethical implications of his actions. He knew he was playing with fire, and that there was a very real possibility that things could go wrong. But the temptation was too great to resist.
“Hello? I thought referee’s were supposed to pay attention? All you do is stare at Kennedy’s ass” Tim chuckled. “It’s just so muscular and round. Like a peach” David retorted, blushing furiously. “Whatever, bro” Tim shook his head, not taking his eyes off his sketching.
David couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Tim, his closest friend and confidant, had always been so confident and self-assured in his sexuality. But David had never been so lucky. He had always felt like an outsider, a strange and misshapen piece in a world that valued perfection.
His own body was a source of shame, a physical manifestation of all the ways he didn't fit in. He had often wished that people could see past the exterior, that they could look beneath the surface and understand the person he truly was.
But David knew that this was a futile wish, a childish dream that could never come true. So instead, he had devoted his life to the things he loved - the thrill of the wrestling mat, the quiet solace of his books, and the comfort of his friendship with Tim.
David's days were filled with the physical demands of his job as a referee for the university's wrestling team, and his nights were spent lost in fantasies and novels, where he could escape the confines of his own world.
And yet, despite the solace these things brought him, David still longed for something more.
He wanted to feel desired, to be seen for who he was on the inside. But he also knew that he couldn't rely on others to give him what he needed. He had to take matters into his own hands.
David looked at the screen. “Go left boy! Think of your technique! Left arm!” All Kennedy’s thoughts were live on display. David couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as he looked through Kennedy’s concerns about his age, his worries about his effectiveness as a coach, and his deep-seated longing to connect with others on a meaningful level.
David knew that he was invading Kennedy’s privacy in a way that was both wrong and dangerous. But still, he couldn’t resist the allure of this secret world that he had stumbled upon.
The app was a powerful tool, and David had already seen the impact it could have on those around him. David looked through Kennedy’s stats. Age: 42, relationship status: unknown, offspring: 2 kids, sexual orientation: straight. David feels a twisted mixture of excitement, guilt, and fascination. He knows he shouldn't invade Kennedy's privacy like this, but he can't help himself. He wants to understand the man behind the coach, the person whose mind and thoughts are so hidden from the rest of the world. And with the app, he has the power to do just that.
OK. Let’s start slow. David thought to himself. He looked at the thought bubbles popping up on the screen, coach’s thoughts in real life. He pondered as to what he would type. What thought would he implement in coach’s head?
David typed “My balls are so itchy. I should scratch and sniff real quick”. .
and hit the "Send" button. He watched in anticipation as Kennedy's expression remained unchanged, but he noticed a subtle shift in the coach's movements. Kennedy scratched his crotch before continuing with the practice, and a hint of a smirk graced his lips.
David couldn't believe what he had just done. He felt a mix of excitement and guilt, but the thrill of manipulating someone so seemingly confident and put together was too addicting to resist.
He wanted to know more about this man who seemed to have it all, but also harbored such deep insecurities.
After the practice, Kennedy called David over. David felt his heart skip a beat as he made his way towards the coach, wondering if he could detect the subtle changes he had made in his thoughts.
"David, I want to speak with you," Kennedy said, his voice serious. David's heart started racing as he braced himself for what was to come. Was he caught? Had Kennedy somehow figured out that he had been manipulating him?
David felt a knot of fear and anticipation in his stomach as he stood before Kennedy, unable to speak.
“One moment coach my mom just texted me” David got his phone and looked on the app. A new thought bubble appeared “I don’t know if I have the heart to tell him he’s fired as a referee. The board didn’t want obese kids on ths sportsteam. Poor fella”. Kennedy’s thought read on the screen.
David felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. He tried to hide his shock and disgust, but it was too late. Kennedy had clearly read his expression, and his own face had fallen.
"What is it, David?" Kennedy asked, his voice low and serious. David swallowed hard, gripping the phone tightly in his hand. Kennedy didn’t know he knew. But he did. David’s heart pounded in his chest as he came up with an excuse to leave the conversation. Kennedy seemed suspicious and David couldn’t bear the awkwardness. He had to admit, what he was doing was morally wrong, but his curiosity and desire to know more about Kennedy’s hidden thoughts always got the better of him.
With a shaky voice, David excused himself from the conversation, giving an excuse about needing to go to the restroom. Kennedy’s eyes narrowed in suspicion but he let him go.
David made his way to the restroom, his heart still pounding in his chest. He leaned against the cold porcelain of the sink and took a deep breath. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt such a mix of emotions - excitement, guilt, fear, and intrigue all warred within him.
As he splashed some water on his face, David made a decision. He had to save his job. He started typing away at the screen. “Fuck the board” He forced into Kennedy’s mind. “David is a good hardworking lad and he deserves to stay. Representation matters to the school. I will convince them he can stay. I will go above and beyond”. David hits send and his message seeps into Kennedy’s subconscious. David takes a deep breath and exits the bathroom, returning to the wrestling room where Kennedy is waiting for him. Kennedy greeted him with a puzzled look, but David just shrugged it off and went back to his referee duties, keeping a close eye on Kennedy as he speaks to the board members.
Meanwhile, David's mind is always buzzing with curiosity about Chris Kennedy, the coach. He's even started dreaming about him at night, vivid dreams that make his heart race.
He's aware of how wrong it is, but he can't help himself. The allure of Kennedy's hidden thoughts and desires is just too irresistible.
David's days are a whirlwind of wrestling matches, classes, and sneaking off to the privacy of a bathroom stall to play with the app and explore Kennedy's psyche. He's quickly learned that the coach has a tendency to be hard on himself, doubting his decisions and fearing that he's failing as a coach and as a father.
David started typing “Wow I do like these sweaty wrestler asses. But you know what I find even more atttactive? Obese men”. He hit send , and almost immediately, Kennedy's demeanor changed. He looked at the boys on the team with new eyes, seeing their potential rather than their shortcomings. David smiled to himself, pleased with the results of his manipulation.
“Fuck I love men. I want to explore men. I want to stick this throbbing cock into their ass. I’m so horny” David hit sent again. He couldn’t help but be fascinated by this newfound ability. The thought of being able to control someone else’s desires, even if just for a moment, was exhilarating. And Kennedy, with his ruggedly handsome looks and muscular physique, was the perfect candidate for his little experiment.
David couldn't remember the last time he had felt such a rush of excitement and adrenaline as he did now. He was in control of something, or rather, someone. The power was intoxicating.
David had never felt so alive, so in control. He reveled in the thrill of manipulating Kennedy's thoughts and desires, of making him see the world in a different light.
But David knew that he couldn't go on like this forever. He was playing with fire, and there was always the risk of getting burned. He had to tread carefully, to ensure that his actions remained undetected.
As the days passed, David continued to manipulate Kennedy's mind, learning more about him with each passing moment. He implemented sexual thoughts into him with every wrestling training. He watched as Kennedy’s sexual orientation in the apl shifted from straight to bi. And his marital status went from complicated to divorced. David chuckled to himself as he manipulated Kennedy's thoughts. But his amusement was fleeting, as he knew he couldn't keep this up forever. He didn't want to be the cause of Kennedy's broken marriage or any other harm. His actions were selfish and reckless, but he couldn't resist the allure of manipulating someone so powerful and masculine.
David found himself becoming more and more drawn to Kennedy's presence.
He couldn't help but notice the way Kennedy's muscles rippled beneath his tight singlet as he demonstrated wrestling moves to the team. He couldn't help but stare at Kennedy's thick beard and piercing blue eyes. And he couldn't help but think about the things he could make Kennedy think and feel with just a few taps on his phone.
“David looks so attractive today. I need him so bad. Should I fuck him in the locker room?” David hit sent. He knew it was a dangerous game he was playing, but he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to Kennedy like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of the man's masculinity and raw power.
As he watched Kennedy on the mat, leading the wrestling practice, David couldn't help but feel a powerful urge to touch him. To run his hands over the coach's muscular arms, to feel the heat of his body pressed against his own.
David knew these thoughts were forbidden, that Kennedy was a straight man and completely off-limits.
But the allure of the coach’s raw masculinity and powerful presence was impossible to ignore. David could feel himself becoming increasingly consumed by his desire for Kennedy, but he couldn’t help wondering if there was a chance that the coach might feel the same way.
David’s thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of the art teacher, Luke. Tall and lean, with a thick brown beard and piercing green eyes, Luke was an inspiration for David with his creativity and sense of imagination. Luke taught digital art and design at the university and had a passion for creating concept art for science fiction games and movies.
He was often seen on the sidelines of wrestling matches, sketching and capturing the raw power and movement of the wrestlers' bodies. David was always drawn to Luke's energy, his ability to create something so beautiful out of nothing.
In David's eyes, Luke was the epitome of what it meant to be an artist - free-spirited, creative, and unafraid to be himself. David longed to be like Luke, to have the same confidence and poise that he did. He admired him from afar, content to simply watch as he created his masterpieces.
But as Luke took a seat next to him, David couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement.
Luke greeted him with a warm smile and a nod, his eyes focused on the wrestling match happening in front of them. David took the opportunity to study Luke's features more closely. His tousled brown hair, the slight hint of stubble on his chin, and the way his eyes lit up as he watched the wrestlers move in sync.
David couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest as he watched Luke.
He had always been drawn to him, ever since they had first met in one of his art classes. Luke exuded an aura of quiet confidence that David found incredibly attractive. He admired Luke’s work, his art was a unique mix of science fiction and surrealism that always left David feeling captivated and in awe. He longed to understand Luke’s mind and his inspirations, to see the world as he did through his art.
As Luke continued to sketch, David allowed himself to indulge in his fantasies a little more.
He was already manipulating Kennedy's thoughts and desires, but what if he could do the same with Luke? He couldn't help but wonder what kind of effect it would have on their relationship, if Luke would suddenly see him in a different light.
But David immediately shook his head at the thought. It was one thing to manipulate Kennedy's thoughts, but Luke was a different matter entirely. He was David's teacher and a mentor, someone he looked up to and admired. It would be wrong to manipulate his thoughts and desires in such a way.
But.. one little peek couldn’t hurt, right?
And besides, David couldn’t deny the curiosity that was bubbling inside of him. He had always been fascinated by the art teacher, his long brown hair and the easy way he wore his masculinity. David couldn’t help but wonder what Luke thought of him. Did he see him as just another student, or was there something more there?
David looked down at his phone and opened the app, feeling a twinge of guilt as he did so.
He had promised himself that he wouldn't invade Luke's privacy like he had with Kennedy, but the temptation was too great. He had to know what Luke truly thought of him.
As he tapped on the screen, David reminded himself to be subtle. He didn't want to totally change Luke's thoughts, just get a glimpse into his mind and heart. He typed in a benign question, "What do you think of David?" and sent it off into the universe.
David held his breath as he waited for a response, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and anxiety.
He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, invading someone's thoughts like this. It was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.
After what felt like an eternity, the app finally delivered Luke's answer. David felt a surge of relief and curiosity as he read it:
"David is a bright and talented student, with a lot of potential. He's always asking questions and pushing himself to learn more. I think he's going to go places."
David couldn't help but smile at the words.
It was always nice to hear positive feedback from his teachers, but there was something about Luke's words that felt different. It was as if he was seeing David for who he truly was, beyond his insecurities and self-doubt.
David's heart raced as he heard the buzzer signaling the end of the wrestling practice. He couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment - he wanted to know more about Luke's thoughts, to explore the depths of his mind and learn what made him tick.
But at the same time, David knew that he had crossed a line. Manipulating someone's thoughts and desires was a dangerous game, and he had already gotten a taste of the consequences.
"Hey, David, are you alright?" Luke asked, breaking through his thoughts. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
David quickly snapped out of his reverie, giving Luke a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired from all the classes and refereeing."
Luke nodded sympathetically. "I know how it feels.
Sometimes I feel like I'm always running on empty, too." Luke paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. "But hey, we can't let our exhaustion define us, right? We've got to keep pushing forward, no matter what."
David couldn't help but nod in agreement. Luke's words served as a reminder that he wasn't alone in his struggles, that there were people who understood what he was going through and could offer their support.
As they gathered their things and headed out of the wrestling room, David felt a sense of gratitude towards Luke.
He may not have fully realized it yet, but Luke's understanding and compassion had been a lifeline for David, a beacon of hope in a world that often felt dark and oppressive.
David followed closely behind Luke as they made their way through the crowded hallways of the university, taking in the sights and sounds around them. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as he looked at the students and faculty members passing by, each one seemingly so confident and self-assured in their own skin.
In a world that placed so much value on physical appearance, David felt like an outsider, a square peg in a round hole.
He longed to be accepted for who he was on the inside - his curiosity, his empathy, and his passion for life.
But David knew that he couldn't rely on others to give him what he needed.
As a referee for the university's wrestling team, David had always been drawn to the world of sports and fitness. He admired the athletes for their dedication and hard work, their ability to push themselves beyond their limits.
He had always been fascinated by the way their muscles moved and rippled under their skin, the sweat glistening on their bodies as they moved in perfect harmony with one another.
David loved being a part of the team, even if it was just as a referee. It gave him a sense of belonging, a feeling of connection to something bigger than himself.
As they exited the university building and stepped out into the warm afternoon sun, David couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.
His time with Luke had been all too brief, and he couldn't help but yearn for more.
"See you later, David," Luke called out as he headed towards his car. "Don't forget to take care of yourself."
David waved goodbye, watching as Luke drove away. He sighed heavily, feeling a mix of emotions coursing through him. He was still struggling with his insecurities and his desire to be seen for who he was on the inside. But he was also beginning to feel a sense of hope, a glimmer of possibility that he had never felt before.
David’s life was not without its complications, however. At 25, he was still a virgin, having never found the courage to pursue his desires and explore his sexuality. He had struggled with his weight for as long as he could remember, and had long since given up on any attempts to slim down and tone up.
He had resolved himself to the fact that he was destined to be alone, stuck in a rut of loneliness and self-doubt.
That is, until he stumbled upon the app. Mr Kennedy exited the school, David could see him across the parking lot. This is my time to strike. David thought.
He quickly grabbed the app and typed a new thought for coach “I’m so horny right now, I’m gonna moan”. He pressed send and watched as Kennedy's eyes widened and his breathing quickened before silently groaning in pleasure. The other wrestlers looked at him with confusion, but Kennedy just brushed it off and continued with the practice.
David couldn't believe what he was seeing. The app was real and it was working on Kennedy. He felt a mix of excitement, guilt, and fear as he continued to manipulate Kennedy's thoughts.
Every day after practice, David would follow Kennedy to the parking lot and observe him from a distance, manipulating his thoughts using the app.
He would send him horny thoughts and make him fantasize about David and his own body. Kennedy would always leave the practice red-faced and sweating, and David could only imagine the thoughts swirling in his head.
David never intended to act on his impulses. He knew that Kennedy was straight and that he was just a referee on the wrestling team. But as he continued to manipulate Kennedy's thoughts, he couldn't help but feel a growing connection to him.
He found himself daydreaming about Kennedy during the day and lying awake at night thinking about him. He was becoming infatuated with the coach and didn't know how to handle it.
David tried to shake off these feelings and focus on his own life, but he couldn't get Kennedy out of his head. He started to see himself in a new light - more confident, more attractive, more worthy of love. He started to believe that maybe he could have a chance with Kennedy, even though he knew it was impossible.
But the thought of being close to the coach, of being able to touch him and hear him moan in pleasure, was too intoxicating to ignore.
As the days passed, David’s fascination with Kennedy grew stronger. He started to notice every little detail about him - the way his muscles rippled under his tight singlet when he demonstrated wrestling moves, his deep blue eyes that seemed to see right through him, his husky voice that made his heart race.
And with every thought that David manipulated, he felt himself getting closer and closer to Kennedy. David looked Kennedy in the eyes across the room, he watched as Kennedy squirmed as he tried to hide his boner. David did it. He made the older man in love with him. He looked up at the app “this is wrong he is a student” “I want to fuck that tight little hole so bad, but it’s inappropriate” “who knew I was gay?” “Actually who knew I was into fat guys?” Kennedy’s thought appeared on David's phone screen, with a notification that the manipulation was successful. David couldn't believe what he was seeing, his heart raced as he read those words again and again. He felt a mix of guilt and excitement, knowing that he had just changed Kennedy's thoughts and desires, made him attracted to someone he never thought he could be.
David was aware of the immoral nature of his actions and the consequences it could have, but the allure of manipulating someone's mind and desires was too much to resist.
David already started typing again “After practice, I’ll ask him to come to my office. And there we will fuck”. David hit send, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for Kennedy's response.
As the clock ticked down to the end of practice, David could barely contain his excitement. He watched as Kennedy dismissed the team, the other wrestlers dispersing quickly to shower and change. Kennedy, however, hung back, waiting for everyone else to leave.
David felt a thrill of anticipation as he made his way over to Kennedy's office. He was aware of how absurd and twisted this situation was, but he couldn't help himself.
He was in too deep, and he couldn't turn back now. He had to see this through to the end, no matter what the consequences may be.
As David approached Kennedy's office, he could feel his heart racing in his chest. He took a deep breath and composed himself, trying to appear as calm and collected as possible. He knocked on the door, and Kennedy's deep voice called out for him to enter.
David opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him. The room was small and cramped, filled with stacks of papers and old wrestling memorabilia.
Kennedy sat behind a large oak desk, his broad shoulders filling the space. He looked up as David entered, a small smile on his face.
"Ah, David. Come in, come in."
David stepped closer to the desk, his eyes locked on Kennedy's. He could feel the pull of the app between them, the power it held to manipulate and control. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
"I was wondering if we could talk, Coach Kennedy."
Kennedy nodded, gesturing for David to take a seat. "Of course.
What's on your mind, David?" Kennedy asked, his deep blue eyes piercing into David's.
David swallowed hard, trying to find the right words to say. He had never done anything like this before, and he was starting to feel a sense of regret and unease. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the excitement and desire that was coursing through his veins.
He had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, and now that it was finally happening, he couldn't help but feel a thrill run through him.
"Actually, Coach Kennedy," David said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I wanted to talk to you about something... personal."
Kennedy raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Personal, huh? Well, I'm all ears."
David took a deep breath, gathering his courage.
"I've been having some... thoughts about you, Coach Kennedy. And I think... I think I want to act on them."
As soon as the words left his mouth, David felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He had been holding onto these feelings for so long, and now that they were out in the open, he felt a sense of relief and liberation.
Kennedy's smile faded, replaced by a look of surprise and confusion. "David, I'm your coach. And I'm also married."
David nodded, knowing all of this already. Suddenly a notification popped up on his phone. “New level achieved, reward: change stats of a victim”. David’s face paled as he read the new feature of the app. He quickly looked up to see Kennedy watching him with narrowed eyes.
“What kind of thoughts, David?” Kennedy asked, his voice low and cautious.
David swallowed hard, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. He knew he shouldn’t have used the app to manipulate Kennedy’s thoughts and desires, but the allure of controlling someone so powerful and masculine had been too much to resist.
“I think you know what kind of thoughts, Coach Kennedy,” David replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kennedy leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving David’s. “You’re talking about… romantic feelings?”
David nodded. “Yes, I think I am. I know it’s probably not what you want to hear, and I know it’s not appropriate, but I can’t keep it inside anymore. I’ve had these feelings for a long time, and I don’t know what to do with them.”
Kennedy took a deep breath, his expression unreadable. “David, I appreciate your honesty..”
David knew where this was going. And he didn’t like it. Quick as lightning his attention turned to the app. “Marital status: married” Let’s change that, he thought. “Single”
“Height: 184cm” Hmm this is interesting David thought curiously “210cm” he typed. “Age: 42” David typed again “Age: 32”.
“Libido level on a scale of 1-10: 4” Hm David pondered for a second “11” he entered.
And finally “sexual orientation: predominantly straight” David typed “sexual orientation: DAVID”.
“David, can you put your phone away I’m talking to you” Kennedy brought him back to reality. But it was no use, the anticipation was too great. What would happen if I hit send? David thought. He felt a bit of guilt as he was about to turn the mans life upside down, but at the same time this was incredibly arousing. Davids finger hovered above the send button but in a moment of weakness he pressed down. “Are you sure you want to save these changes?” The textbox popped up. “Yes” David entered.
He couldn’t believe what he had just done. His heart raced as he looked up at Kennedy, waiting for a reaction.
At first, Kennedy didn’t seem to notice anything different. He continued to talk to David, his voice steady and calm, asking questions about the wrestling practice and the team. But as the conversation went on, David began to notice subtle changes in Kennedy’s behavior.
He seemed more flirtatious, his eyes lingering on David’s body longer than usual. And every so often, there was a hint of confusion or disorientation in his expression.
David couldn't believe it - it was working. The app's manipulation feature was affecting Kennedy, changing his thoughts and feelings in ways that David never thought possible.
Then other changes started happening, Kennedy started looking younger , taller and more toned. He was starting to exude an air of confidence that made David's heart flutter.
David couldn't believe what was happening, it was as if the app had granted him the ultimate power to shape Kennedy into his perfect fantasy.
However, the allure of this newfound control was too great for David to resist.
He watched as Kennedy slowly grew taller and taller. His singlet being stretched to it’s limits. The man was now a towering 210cm. His muscles bulged and rippled as if he had been training for years, his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes adding to his ruggedly handsome exterior.
David watched with awe and a touch of unease, as the app was changing not just Kennedy's mind and desires, but also his physical appearance. He couldn't deny, however, the attraction he felt towards this new version of Kennedy. The app had brought to life all of his deepest fantasies.
But at the same time, it had awakened in him a hunger for power and control. He couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of being able to change someone's thoughts and desires, to make them bend to his will.
David was also aware of the dangerous consequences this power could have. Yet, the intoxicating allure of manipulation and control was too much to resist. And Kennedy was just the beginning.
David found himself growing bolder and more reckless with each passing day.
He couldn't resist the temptation to manipulate the thoughts and desires of those around him, to see how far he could push the limits of the app's power.
At the same time, however, David was starting to realize that these actions had consequences. The app's manipulations were not just a harmless game, but rather a dangerous tool that could cause serious damage to the lives of those around him.
David struggled with his own conscience as he continued to use the app, torn between the desire for power and control and the guilt of manipulating those around him.
He became more confident, more self-assured, and he could feel himself starting to come out of his shell.
But at what cost?
Meanwhile, Kennedy was struggling with the changes happening in his own life. He had gone from being a happily married 42-year-old wrestling coach to a confident, young, and single stud. It was as if his entire life had been flipped upside down in an instant.
And yet, there was a sense of excitement and adventure that came with these changes.
Kennedy began to explore this new version of himself, testing out his newfound confidence and sex appeal on those around him - especially David.
David, too, was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions. On one hand, he was thrilled with the app's ability to manipulate the thoughts and desires of those around him. He had never felt so powerful, so in control. But on the other hand, he was plagued by guilt and self-doubt. Was he really using this power for good? Or was he just exploiting those around him for his own pleasure?
And yet, David couldn't deny the allure of the app. It had awakened in him a hunger for power and control, a desire to shape the world around him in his own image.
But with this power came a great responsibility, one that David was not sure he was ready for. He struggled with the knowledge that he could manipulate the thoughts and desires of those around him, that he could bend them to his will with just a few taps on his phone.
As David grappled with these newfound emotions, life went on around him.
The art teacher, Mr. Jordan, with his long brown hair and beard, continued to inspire David with his concept art for sci-fi games and movies. David often found himself admiring Mr. Jordan's creativity and passion, feeling a sense of kinship with him.
Meanwhile, the dumb wrestler, Luke, continued to say "bro" and "yeh" after almost every sentence, his thick muscles and hairy body a stark contrast to David's own frail and unattractive form.
David couldn't help but feel a pang of envy and desire as he watched Luke throw himself into each practice with reckless abandon.
The art teacher, Mr. Jordan, with his long brown hair and beard, continued to inspire David with his concept art for sci-fi games and movies. He couldn't help but imagine the possibilities if he were to use the app to manipulate Mr. Jordan's thoughts and desires, to make him see David in a different light.
David was consumed with reckless desire, unable to control himself as he manipulated those around him with the app.
He couldn't help but feel a thrill as he watched Mr. Jordan's thoughts change in real time, his attraction to David growing stronger with each passing moment.
But as David continued to use the app, he found himself becoming more and more reckless, pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable in his quest for power and control.
His thoughts were consumed with sex, his mind constantly racing with images of hot, sweaty bodies and raw, primal desire.
He couldn't help but feel himself becoming more and more aroused as he watched those around him fall under his spell, their thoughts and desires bending to his will.
It was as if he had become a puppet master, controlling the strings of those around him as they danced to his tune.
And David was growing more and more addicted to the feeling, becoming consumed by his own desires as he pushed the boundaries of what was acceptable.
One night, after a particularly grueling wrestling practice, David found himself alone with Kennedy in the training room.
The coach had been acting strangely all day, his movements erratic and disoriented as if he wasn't quite in control of himself.
Despite the nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him to stop, David couldn't resist the temptation to use the app on Kennedy once again.
He quickly pulled out his phone and typed in a new thought for the coach: "I want to feel your hard cock inside of me."
As soon as he hit send, Kennedy's demeanor changed. His eyes darkened with desire and his body tensed with need.
"David, what are you doing?" Kennedy asked, his voice low and husky.
But David could barely hear him over the sound of his own pounding heart. He couldn't believe what was happening. He had never felt so desired, so wanted.
Now," David said, his voice dripping with desire. Without hesitation, Kennedy closed the distance between them, crushing his lips to David's.
Their mouths moved together hungrily, their tongues entwining in a passionate dance. David could feel Kennedy's hands roaming over his body, gripping his hips tightly as they ground their bodies together.
Despite the intensity of their kiss, there was an underlying tenderness to Kennedy's touch that made David's heart race.
He could feel the older man's hardness pressing against him, and he couldn't help but reach down to stroke it through the fabric of Kennedy's shorts.
Kennedy groaned into the kiss, his hips bucking forward in response to David's touch. He broke away from the kiss, gasping for breath.
"Fuck, David. You're driving me crazy," Kennedy said, his voice low and breathless.
David couldn't help but smile at the admission. He had never felt so powerful, so desired.
Kennedy's hands were all over him, gripping his ass and pulling him closer. David couldn't believe what was happening. He had never experienced anything like this before.
"Take off your clothes," Kennedy commanded, his voice low and husky.
David's heart raced as he obeyed, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his shoes. Kennedy's eyes roamed over his body, taking in every inch of his bare skin.
"You're beautiful, David," Kennedy said, his voice filled with awe.
David felt himself flush with pleasure at the compliment.
He had never been called beautiful before, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the way Kennedy was looking at him.
Without a word, he reached for the waistband of Kennedy's shorts and tugged them down, revealing the coach's hard, thick cock. It was even bigger than he had imagined, and David felt a surge of desire course through him.
Kennedy kicked off his shorts and stepped closer to David, their bodies pressed flush against each other.
Kennedy's hands traveled up and down David's back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
"You feel so good, David," Kennedy murmured, his lips brushing against David's ear.
David shivered at the words, feeling the heat pool in his stomach.
"I need to taste you," Kennedy growled, sinking to his knees on the wrestling mat.
He tugged David's shorts down, exposing his hard cock.
Kennedy wrapped his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue around it before taking the entire length into his mouth.
David gasped, throwing his head back as Kennedy's hot, wet mouth enveloped him. He had never felt anything like this before. It was raw, intense, and overwhelming.
Kennedy's head bobbed up and down, his lips and tongue working magic on David's sensitive flesh. David could feel the pressure building in his balls, his hips bucking involuntarily as the intensity became almost too much to bear.
"Coach, I'm gonna cum," David gasped, his fingers threading through Kennedy's hair as he held him close.
Kennedy's only response was a low growl of approval, his mouth never leaving David's cock.
With one final thrust, David felt himself reaching the brink, his entire body tensing as he released a torrent of hot cum down Kennedy's throat.
The coach swallowed every last drop, his tongue swirling around David's sensitive flesh as he milked him for every last bit of pleasure.
David's legs trembled as Kennedy stood up, his lips glistening with David's release.
Without a word, Kennedy led David to the nearby weight bench and pushed him down onto it.
His muscles flexed and bulged as he climbed on top of David, pinning him down with his powerful body.
David gasped as Kennedy's cock pressed against him, probing at his entrance.
"I'm going to fuck you now, David," Kennedy growled, his voice low and intense.
David's heart raced as Kennedy's cock pushed inside of him, filling him up in a way he had never experienced before.
Kennedy's thrusts were powerful and controlled, his hips slapping against David's ass as he drove himself deeper with each movement.
David could feel every inch of Kennedy's thick cock, the feeling of fullness growing more intense with every thrust.
It was raw, filthy, and utterly intoxicating.
David had never felt so dominated, so powerless, yet somehow it was the exact sensation he needed.
Kennedy's body was a marvel to behold; the mass of thick muscle and physique was unlike anything he had ever seen before.
The older man was merciless, pinning David's wrists above his head as he plunged his thick cock into David's tight hole.
David cried out with a mix of pain and pleasure as Kennedy's fingers dug into his skin, holding him down.
The athlete's muscular body was on full display as he thrust his hips forward, his sweat-slicked skin glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights of the wrestling room. Kennedy's hips slammed against David's ass, the slapping noises of their skin echoing through the space as they writhed together in a dance as old as time itself.
David's own smaller form was pinned beneath Kennedy, his wrists held firmly above his head. The sensation of being held down was intoxicating, and David couldn't get enough of it.
He writhed and moaned beneath Kennedy, begging for more.
"Fuck me harder, Coach. I need to feel every inch of you inside me," David cried out.
Kennedy obliged, his hips slamming against David with renewed force. The sound of their bodies coming together echoed through the room, filling it with their raw passion and desire.
David felt a finger pressed against his lips, urging them open. He willingly obeyed, allowing Kennedy to slip it into his mouth alongside his own cock.
Kennedy's thrusts grew more erratic as David's tongue danced around his finger, both of their moans echoing throughout the room.
David loved the feeling of complete and utter powerlessness, the thrill of being at Kennedy's mercy. The taste of his own sweaty musk only heightened the experience as Kennedy continued to fuck him hard and fast.
But David wanted more. "Fuck, I want you to cum on my face," he moaned, gasping for breath.
The gym door swung open. Kennedy and David stopped abruptly. They stared nervously at the open door across the gym hall. Were they caught?
The room was now silent, the only sound was the sound of their own breathing reverberating off the walls. David swallowed, feeling the anxiety building in his chest. But Kennedy's grip on his wrists relaxed, and the coach let out a slow, content sigh. His dark, piercing gaze met David's, and David felt his nerves momentarily ease.
"Might want to clean up before anyone walks in," Kennedy whispered hoarsely.
David nodded, feeling grateful for Kennedy's discretion. He couldn't believe what had just happened, or rather, who had just happened.
It was Luke, the dumb wrestler, standing there with a cocky smirk on his face. David didn't know what to make of it, but the sight of Luke's ripped abs and hard, muscular arms made his heart race.
The thought of having Luke's dick inside of him was suddenly very enticing, and David found himself feeling a wash of nervous excitement mixed with a little fear.
“Omg! Coach is a faggot!” Luke shouted, laughing as he tossed his gym bag onto the floor and strode confidently into the middle of the room, causing David to gasp in shock.
“What did you just say?” Kennedy demanded, his posture suddenly rigid.
“You heard me, Coach. I said you’re a faggot. I’ve known for a while now,” Luke replied, cracking his knuckles in a menacing gesture.
“Just wait until the school board finds out you’re fucking students”.
Luke taunted, folding his arms over his chest causing his biceps to bulge.
Kennedy stood up, letting go of David’s wrists and taking a step towards Luke. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me, Coach. I said you’re fucking students, which makes you a fucking pervert.” Luke sneered, still holding his ground.
David watched in shock as Kennedy’s expression changed from anger to a look of pure, unadulterated lust.
Luke continued to taunt Kennedy, not realizing the danger he was in.
“You’re a fucking predator, Kennedy. And I’m going to make sure everyone knows it,” Luke spat, his words dripping with venom.
Kennedy took another step towards Luke, his eyes locked on the young man’s muscular form. David could feel himself getting hard again as he watched the interaction unfold.
“Come here, Luke,” Kennedy growled, his voice low and husky.
Luke hesitated for a moment, but he couldn’t resist Kennedy’s commanding tone. He took a step forward, his eyes locked on the coach’s muscular form.
“Coach, what are you—” Luke began, but his words were cut off as Kennedy closed the distance between them, gripping the back of Luke’s head and pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.
David watched in awe, his heart racing as he saw Kennedy take control of the situation.
He could feel his own desire building again, the thought of being caught in such a public place only heightening the thrill.
But Luke's reaction was not what David expected. Instead of succumbing to Kennedy's advances, he pushed back, breaking the kiss and glaring at the coach with a mixture of anger and disgust.
"What the fuck are you doing, Kennedy?" Luke shouted, his voice echoing through the empty gym. "I could have you arrested for this!"
Kennedy's expression changed immediately, from one of lust to one of fear and panic. He stepped back, his hands held up in a defensive gesture.
"Luke, wait," he pleaded. "It's not what you think."
But Luke was having none of it. He turned on his heel and stormed out of the gym, leaving Kennedy and David alone once again.
Wait. I can fix this. David thought as he looked frantically for his phone. “Don’t worry mister Kennedy, he’ll turn around”. I’ll make him, David thought to himself. With a tap on his phone, he opened up the manipulation feature of the secret app on the screen. Manipulating the dumb wrestler became his new mission, one he couldn't resist pursuing.
He scrolled through Luke’s profile on the app. Stats, Height: 6’9, relationshipstatus: single, sexual orientation… Ah here it is. David thought. He clicked the “edit” button. “Sexual orientation: gay” Enter. What’s next? Hmm Libido 8/10.. let’s change that to 18/10. David smirked.
“David?” Kennedy said defeated. “Why are you on your phone? We’re in deep trouble here”.
Kennedy whispered, running his hands through his hair. The room was silent except for the sound of our heavy breathing and labored heartbeats.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fix it.” I assured him, holding up my phone with the manipulation app open. “I’m gonna make him turn around, I promise.” I tapped on the screen, pulling up Luke’s profile and changing his sexual orientation to gay. I also boosted his libido to the highest setting. Without a second thought, I hit save, hoping for the best.
As intended, I heard the sound of the gym door swing open again, followed shortly thereafter by Luke's sneering voice.
"So, Kennedy, looks like we have a little problem here."
Kennedy's expression was grim, but I intervened swiftly, trying to diffuse the tension with a casual remark. My heart was pounding in my chest as I struggled to keep my voice steady.
"Hey, Luke, what's good, buddy?" I asked, doing my best to feign nonchalance.
I could feel Kennedy's stiffening beneath his workout pants, and I knew that Luke was just as affected.
"Looks like I walked in on something, doesn't it?" Luke snarked, crossing his arms over his wide chest. I could see the veins bulging beneath his tanned skin, and I felt a flicker of desire deep within me.
"Sorry, man, I didn't mean to interrupt," Kennedy stammered, his eyes darting nervously between us.
"I was just helping David with some… uh, stretches."
I suppressed a snort of laughter at Kennedy's lame excuse. Luke's gaze shifted to me, and I could see the hunger in his eyes as they roamed over my slender frame. My heart rate quickened, and I felt a dampness spreading between my legs. I couldn't resist a flirtatious smirk.
"Yeah, Coach has been helping me loosen up," I purred, biting my bottom lip suggestively.
Luke's gaze darkened, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. He stepped closer to me, making no attempt to hide his growing arousal.
Kennedy swallowed hard, clearly still uneasy about the situation. "Uh, David, maybe we should get back to the stretches," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. But I was already lost in Luke's deep brown eyes, and I couldn't have cared less about Kennedy's concerns.
"Come on, Coach, just give us a minute," I said, never taking my eyes off Luke.
I could hear the app working its magic, as Luke's eyes glazed over and his muscles relaxed. "I want to show you something."
Kennedy hesitated for a moment before nodding and stepping back, allowing me and Luke to have some space. I turned my attention back to Luke, who was now looking at me with pure hunger in his eyes.
"Luke, I want you to take off your clothes," I commanded, my voice low and firm.
Without a word, Luke began to strip, revealing his muscular, hairy chest and abs.
David's gaze was transfixed on the sight before him, his cock throbbing in his pants at the sight of Luke's hard, thick dick jutting out from the waistband of his underwear.
David stumbled backward, letting out a gasp as he tripped over one of the wrestling mats. Luke lunged forward, catching him by the waist and lifting him off the ground with ease. He pressed their bodies together, their cocks rubbing against each other through their clothing.
"God, you're fucking huge," David said, panting.
"Let me show you just how big I can be," Luke growled, leaning down to kiss David deeply.
They broke apart, and Luke wasted no time pulling off his sweaty workout gear. David watched in awe as Luke's thick, muscular chest and hard abs came into view.
David struggled to take off his own clothes quickly, and soon they stood naked, their sweaty bodies pressed against one another.
Luke's hands roamed over David's small, thin frame, fingertips tracing the freckles adorning his skin. David's heart raced as he felt Luke's hard, hairy chest brush against his own, the older man's arousal evident in the way his cocked pulsed against David's hip.
"You're so fucking cute, David," Luke said, his voice filled with admiration.
David's heart skipped a beat at the compliment. He couldn't believe that Luke, the hottest and most popular guy in school, was looking at him like that.
Without another word, Luke leaned down and pressed his lips to David's. It was a gentle kiss at first, but it quickly became more passionate as Luke's tongue demanded entrance into David's mouth.
David eagerly opened up to him, meeting Luke's tongue with his own. Their kiss was raw and sloppy, full of hunger and need.
Meanwhile Kennedy couldn’t make sense of Luke’s sudden change of heart. He looked over at the bench, Davids phone was there still unlocked. He picked it up. David and Luke were too distracted with fucking eachother, they didnt even notice. Kennedy watched as David writhe beneath the powerful muscular body of the oversized wrestler, gasping for breath as Luke's thick, long cock filled every inch of him.
"Take it, David," Luke growled lowly, his braided hair cascading over David's brow as he plunged his dick deeper into the younger man. "Take it like the pretty little faggot you are."
David moaned softly, legs thrust back towards Luke's chest as he took everything that was given to him.
The thick, powerful coctrue hammered against his prostate over and over, awakening a part of him that had long lain dormant. His heart raced, his breath quickened, and sweat trickled down his forehead. David hadn't realized that he held in so much pent-up desire until now.
Luke's deep, guttural moans filled the room as he continued to churn away at David's small, tight ass. Like a animal in heat, Luke couldn't seem to get enough, and David reveled in every stroke.
"Take it," Luke grunted, driving deep into David, making him yelp in pleasure.
As the room filled with the sounds of their lustful cries, Kennedy couldn't bear watching any longer. He felt jealousy build up inside him. How could David have moved on from him so fast? Ditching him mid fuck?
Kennedy’s attention turned to Davids phone. “Well, well, well what do we have here” he whispered as he took the information on screen in.
“Trying to manipulate my attraction towards you, are we?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
David felt a rush of shame color his cheeks at being caught. “I-I just, I wanted to know if you would ever be interested in me like that” He stuttered out, avoiding eye contact.
“My turn now” Kennedy said with a sly grimace. He started typing away at the app. Changing his own age, musculature, height, libido. Everything. Luke and David watched in shock as Kennedy hit the “save” button. Irreversibly changing himself. Kennedy’s stomach started to growl and he fell to his knees in pain. His transformation was kicking in.
Kennedy's body started to bulge and expand, his muscles growing larger and larger, until he looked like a different person entirely.
Davids jaw dropped as he watched the metamorphosis, a mix of awe and terror in his eyes. Kennedy's cock, already impressive in its original form, gained an extra inch or two in length and thickness, becoming a monstrous weapon of desire.
David's eyes widened as he stared at the sight before him, a sense of sheer panic washing over him. What have I done?
David thought to himself as he stared at Kennedy's now colossal figure, hisbelly hanging over his tight wrestling shorts, and his chimpanzee-like arms pumping with sweaty muscles. David not only changed Kennedy's stats but also gave him an insatiable lust for David, transforming him into a power-hungry beast. David felt a chill run through his body as he saw a glint of confusion and then appreciation in Kennedy's eyes. David's cock stirred at the sight, but he knew he was terrified.
How was he supposed to handle a sexually-dominant coach who now possessed a body that could crush him with ease?
Kennedy smirked, his eyes never leaving David's face. "You wanted to know if I was interested in you, didn't you, David?" he taunted, his deep, gruff voice sending shivers down David's spine. "Well, now you have your answer."
David swallowed, his heart racing like a wild stallion. He couldn't believe this was happening to him.
Kennedy's transformation was traumatic and terrifying, but David couldn't deny the rush of excitement coursing through his veins. When Kennedy stood up and approached him, David felt a strange compulsion to submit to the coach's dominance.
"Get on your knees, David," Kennedy ordered roughly, his voice thick with a hunger that made David's blood race.
David obeyed without hesitation, his own cock, still hard from witnessing Luke's domination, jumped in his briefs as he looked up at Kennedy with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
"You're going to suck my cock, David," Kennedy said with a growl, stroking the enormous length of his newly transformed manhood. "And you're going to make me feel good."
David's heart was beating rapidly in his chest as Kennedy grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked back, forcing his face forward onto the gigantic member.
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