Nia Jax didn't take very long to influence. She was on Alexa Bliss' social media page all the time, and a few glances of her infamous biscuitt butt got her obsessed with the thirst trap craze herself. She had also been unlucky in love recently, she just couldn't find a man that truly got her, truly pleased her, and while she still hadn't given up, either on men or on love, she decided right now she was going to play the field using her new lesbian tendencies. And to help do so she'd post as many pictures of her strong, curvy, gorgeous body on social media as she could. True to form a lot of the responses were from women.
"Looking sexy as hell." Becky had posted.
"We need to get back in the tag team game partner. Cause we'd be perfect together." Alexa posted.
"Your butt is amazing." Peyton posted, with some suggestive emoji's.
And Naomi just immediately started sliding into her DMs with sexy pics of her own. Nia wasn't complaining about any of this. But unfortunately, she hadn't had the opportunity to sleep with any of her coworkers just yet. So she'd been spending a lot of time in clubs seducing women. She was better at it than she ever thought she'd be.
In addition to going to picking up women at nightclubs she also regularly attended strip clubs. She found the atmosphere far more welcoming then she thought. And occasionally she even managed to end up in bed with a stripper. She even occasionally got free lap dances.
Charlotte loved boobs. However, the boobs that she loved were her own. And Charlotte, much like her boss Stephenie, was confused that a lot of men weren't making much of an interest in them and that women were a lot more interested in them. She was also a bit concerned about her partner Andrade. While he wouldn't dare ogle any of their female coworkers, Charlotte would regularly catch him enjoying porn. Which she didn't have a problem with. It often lead to sex in fact.
However now Andrade was being a lot more secretive. And Charlotte noticed their browser history was often expunged. Still, it took a while for Charlotte to get worried. After all Andrade was having sex with her. If anything it was more frequent and passionate. But other aspects of his behavior continued to change. He was sensitive and even more responsive to her feelings. Andrade was treating her like even more of a queen then before and was downright submissive to her. He also liked watching the dramas and reality shows she did. He no longer seemed to display any interest in women besides her. In fact when there was a nude woman on a show they watched, he often looked away. She also caught him taking a lot of sexy pictures of himself, he told her that this was to get more eyes on his social media, but Charlotte couldn't help but think he was getting a sexual thrill out of it.
Charlotte, as she often did when she was having difficulties and needed some kind of breakthrough, called Stephenie.
"I need help. Maybe some advice. But your going to think I'm crazy." Charlotte said.
"If you weren't crazy you wouldn't be a wrestler. And right now I'm willing to believe almost anything. So please. Share." Stephenie said.
So Charlotte told her everything weird that had been going on.
Silas wasn't involved in Wrestling at all. He was a fan that was for certain. But he wasn't in the business. He was a dedicated follower of many wrestlers social media pages. He was among the first non-wrestlers infected by the memetic agent spreading through the thirst trap pictures.
It was quite disturbing and frightening to him at first. His interest in women changed and faded dramatically, while he developed a potent interest in men. He still had crushes on quite a few women but it was a different feeling then it had been before. The women he liked where attractive and he loved to think about having a romantic and sexual realtionship, but he also felt much more submissive just in general. He also seemed to be more attracted to specific women, or to a lesser extent certain kinds of women, as opposed to women in general. Most of his pornography had to go and femdom became a huge fetish for him.
He no longer wanted to have sex with a woman, the abstract of that sounded terrible actually. He wanted to have sex with certain women, and the female body only became truly attractive to him in that context.
Men, meanwhile, he was constantly thinking about men now. He needed to find men to sleep with. It was constantly on his thoughts. A romantic, emotional connection with a man would be amazing to, but it didn't seem as important to a man's appeal as raw sexuality. He would have sex with a man regardless of whether he saw himself with that man. Much like he used to see his relationships with women.
He also felt his interests change considerably. He now found women's fashion, celebrity gossip, chick flicks and feminine pop music all quite interesting. He still had most of his old interests, but he had a near-obsessive interest to learn more about his more "feminine" new interests.
The strangest thing about it was that it now felt so natural. He was homoflexible, he had realized, and that seemed like a natural way to be. Maybe the natural way to be. It was confusing and complicated to him. But he couldn't much control it. Most of the people around him had not been affected by the thirst trap meme, and thus would be alarmed by his sudden change. Thus he had to pretend like things were normal and resist the urge to post thirst trap pics himself. Which required a lot of dedication and frequent masturbation to keep himself under control.
It also meant he had to regularly go to the strip club with all his friends and pretend to be aroused by the scantily clad women there.
It was a nightmare for poor Silas. He felt very uncomfortable being in that sort of environment with his new tastes.
He didn't know where to direct his gaze, and he tried for a middle ground between personal comfort and not appearing off to his friends.
"Check out the rack on her?" One of his friends, Jason told him, gettin his attention focused on a woman with a very large, and quite obviously fake, pair of breasts.
"Yeah...those are huge. And er...nice." Silas said. Though even objectively he didn't find the breasts aesthetically attractive. They were about a dozen examples even in this very strip club of superior plastic surgery. But sure, they were probably the biggest.
The fact that he was ridiculously uncomfortable having to pretend to be someone he no longer was just made it all the more painful.
Soon he was basically dragged to a table where a strange woman was shaking her bottom in his face. It was a bit much.
"I'm sorry. I just...I can't. It's not you. I have to go." Silas said getting up and walking away.
"Silas, what's wrong?" Jason asked.
"Yeah. You have something to tell us buddy?" Ethan said. They both were trying to follow him, but Silas was quick and better at cutting through the crowded strip club. He used to go to places like this more than any of his buddies. Partied more too.
He was nearly out of the theatre when he encountered something he hadn't expected. Namely, a woman he was attracted to. A woman he recognized. Nia Jax. She was sitting there sticking dollar bills down a strippers g-string. Clearly liking what she was seeing.
Normally he wouldn't have said anything. Normally he would have just left. But he felt so drawn to her. He just had to approch her. Say something.
"H-Hey." Silas said. Both the stripper and Nia looked over.
"Y-your Nia Jax right?" Silas said.
"Yeah. And you're a cutie. Wasn't expecting to find someone like you here." Nia said.
"Someone like...?" Silas asked. Nia gave a few more dollars to the stripper and dismissed her.
"Someone whose like me. I bet you've changed recently right? You used to be straight but now you can only get it up for certain women. Though your man crazy aren't you?" Nia said.
"Y-yeah...how did...?" Silas asked.
"Because it happened to me. Only I prefer women. Luckily your just my type. And the fact that you only have eyes for me in a room full of strippers makes me think I'm your type too." Nia said.
"I...I..." Silas said and looked down. Nia tilted his chin up with her hand.
"It's ok. You and me...we'll get through this. It's scary but we will. Now then. Want to get out of here? Get a drink?" Nia said.
Silas couldn't believe his luck. He was being asked on a date with Nia Jax, one of the few women that he still dreamed about being with.
"I-I'm sorry. I came here with my friends and I...I left them. I think I need to talk with them." Silas said. He felt guilty about running away. And about lying.
"I understand. Why don't you give me your number honey and I can call you." Nia said. Silas nodded and gave her his number and she put it in her phone.
"I...I guess I'll see ya." Silas said.
"You certainly will." Nia said. And Nia gave him a smack on the butt as he walked away. Silas looked back and gave her a bashful smile.
Nia couldn't wait to see him in bed.
"You know what Peyton?" Billie asked. The two were at the mall, having a girl day.
"What Billie?" Peyton asked.
"I think I'm in love with you." Billie said.
"Bout damn time you said so." Peyton said and hungrily kissed her, grabbing her bottom as she did so. She knew there were cellphone cameras and greedy eyes but she didn't care.
"Wow, that was..."Billie said, for once at a loss of words.
"Iconic?" Peyton said.
"Most definitly." Billie replied.
They managed to make it to the car before Peyton stripped off Billies pants and underwear and ate her out, but only just.