*** Twinkhole ***
Morgan was unhappily waddling between stores. Finding clothing for his fat body always proved difficult. He had brought his friend Cruz along as moral support.
Cruz himself was fairly chubby but a far cry from Morgan's sloshing rolls of fat.
They entered every store and threw a quick glance at the selections in the men's department. Mostly, they had to leave disappointed.
"Jockhole?" Cruz read. "Sounds more like sports equipment."
Morgan shrugged and his fat arms flapped. "If sweatpants are all that fits me, it might be the right place." He nervously pushed his hands through his short stubble hair, regretting it when he got his palm greasy.
The two white boys entered the small store, filled with sportswear – although most of it looked to be on the flimsy side.
A somewhat buff man with teal hair and bushy eyebrows – the right one having three slits – approached them with a warm smile.
"You boys looking for something comfortable to slip into? I have just the thing for you two."
"Actually, just me," Morgan said.
The vendor waved him off. "Just try it and you won't want to leave without it."
He guided them to the only changing booth and grabbed clothes from different hooks.
"Here's one for you," he said, handing a red thong to Cruz, "and for you," he said at Morgan while handing over a blue thong, "we'll try something from our... specialized label."
The fat boy kept from rolling his eyes. `Specialized' was a cringe-y way to say plus sized, but he had been called much worse.
"It looks tiny," Morgan said. There was no way he could see himself fitting into the thin ring of fabric.
"It's going to fit perfectly," the man said.
"You first," the fat boy said to his chubby friend. "I'll see how yours stretches."
Cruz walked into the booth and drew the curtains. There was no way to cover the whole space, so Morgan got to watch with curiosity as the chubby teen undressed. Could the little red thong possibly fit?
While Cruz stripped, Morgan eyed his own item in hand. It was a simple blue thong with shoestring-thin strips and a weirdly big pouch for his package. On the front was a handwritten label, saying "Twinkhole".
When he looked back up, the curtain was pushed aside. Morgan wondered how he could ever have doubted his friend's ability to wear the thong.
Cruz' gorgeous back muscles narrowed from his broad shoulders like a two lane highway merging into a dirt path – ripples pushing the thong's hem off his skin where it rested just below the onset of his asscrack.
The red worked well on his pale, hairless butt – making the mounds of teen meat more pronounced than they already were naturally.
Morgan stared with envy as Cruz turned around and presented his popping abs that lead to the red covered crotch. It was hard to believe Cruz wasn't at least semi-hard, but of course Morgan knew his friend's dick was simply on the huge side.
Only now did the fat boy notice the white crescent moon and stars on the thong's front – Singapore's flag. The shopkeeper must have had a keen eye to guess Cruz ethnicity right.
"What do you think?" Cruz said, swiping his shiny black hair from his face where it always fell so perfectly, accentuating his round head shape that gave him his trademark babyface.
"You wear anything well," Morgan said, dramatically rolling his eyes. "No need to keep fishing for compliments."
Cruz left the cabin after slipping back into his sandals to walk around in front of the mirror wall a bit. "Yeah, it looks great. Now you try yours."
Morgan entered the booth, struggling to turn around and close the curtain without rubbing his skin on the walls. The booth was bigger than most clothing stores made theirs, but he still had a hard time undressing.
When he finally pulled the blue thong over his left leg he noticed how good the fabric felt traveling along his smooth skin, where lithe muscles rippled.
The complete lack of fat on his legs would have made him looks skinny if it wasn't for the extreme definition of what little muscle he had.
The athlete slipped the thong over his crotch, noticing how well the pouch fit over his junk despite his far above average size.
Looking down his almost vanishing waist where abs had just started to grow into something more pronounced, Morgan considered if he liked the fit.
The mirror let him know that the thong's color went well with his blue eyes, which made him think he should probably stop hiding them behind his out of control shaggy hair. But he just loved running his fingers through it.
Stepping outside the booth, Morgan was again reminded of how small and thin he was compared to his buff and tall friend.
"I guess I like it," Morgan said. "But I don't really want to show myself off like this. I don't have your body, Cruz."
The shopkeeper stepped up with two simple pendants on leather strings. "Maybe these necklaces help with your concerns. They go well with the clothes."
Morgan slid into his sandals to walk over to his friend and they put on the identical fashion items. They were little silver hearts with only one difference. His said `Cruz' on the back, while Cruz' said Morgan's name.
"I dunno," the lean twink said. "I don't feel more confident. I'm just not that much to look at."
Cruz gave him a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Nonsense. I don't want to hear my boyfriend trash talk himself. You are the sexiest thing I could ever imagine and I promise there are at least as many guys staring at your backside as they do at mine."
Morgan giggled. "I guess you're right. We've been a couple for so long, we should really show that off – even if it's a bit cheesy."
"Great," the vendor said and scanned their thongs with his lasergun.
Hadn't there been something written on Cruz's thong? No, there were no letters on him beside the `Jockhole' tattoo his muscular boyfriend had under his navel.
Morgan looked down on his blue thong and wondered if he'd like a tattoo above it. For now he was fine with the `Twinkhole' written above his asscrack, even if he rarely got to see it himself.
Looking back at the mirror to glance at his tatt, Morgan's view was blocked by the shopkeeper picking up someone's random clothes that were strewn around the changing booth.
"See you around," the man said.
"Sure, bye," Cruz said and pulled his boyfriend along. "Thanks for the awesome fashion consultation."
Had they already paid? Cruz must have done it while Morgan wasn't looking. Such a generous boyfriend.
The lovey-dovey teens walked out of the store hand in hand, flaunting their new purchase.
*** J-Prime ***
It looked like the place sold sports equipment, so Tyree went in.
The balding mid-twenty man wasn't in any particular shape – more of a soft blob without being fat. He carried a bag and was in casual clothes.
"Hello? Anyone here?" Tyree asked into the crammed place.
The owner of the Jockhole walked up behind the register. "Welcome. What can I do for you?"
"Do you have towels? I'm about to meet some buddies for a swim but I forgot my towel, so..."
"Sure. There's a stack over there."
Tyree fished a white one from the pile. It had red dot in the center. Wasn't that the Japanese flag?
He tried to find one without a design but the owner came up behind him and slapped a white thong with a red dot on the crotch over the towel in Tyree's hand.
"It's a combo," the vendor said. "Take one and get the other free."
Tyree felt a bit weird about it, but he only needed a cheap, quick towel. If he could get free stuff with it, why not?
"I'll try it on," he said and was pointed to the only booth in the store.
The Japanese flag thong had the word Jockhole on the inside, next to a label that said J-Prime.
Tyree undressed and slipped into the thong. His hairless legs liked the sensation of the fabric rubbing up his lean muscles. He looked up at his face – the forehead covered by smooth black hair signaling virility.
His flat face was dominated by the thick lips, which were put into second place by the dark eyes with a shape that emphasized his smile.
Tyr... uh, Junichi quickly swiped his hands over his popping abs and enjoyed the sound of a flesh-washboard being played. Then he slapped his bulging quads – his best developed muscle group.
The thong with his national flag sat firm where his pubes crept over the hem.
Junichi left the booth and the shopkeeper finally got around to clearing out the random clothes someone had left in there.
"I'll take it," Junichi said.
The vendor smirked. "Didn't you come in with that one?"
"Uh... right, must have. But where did I drop the rest of my stuff?"
"Your bag is right here, and this was your shirt," the vendor said and handed over a sleeveless Jockhole top, that hung just low enough to leave the thong's package uncovered.
"I'll be going then."
"If you want to buy something, you get a free razor with any item of jewelry."
The Asian jock scratched his chest where the new Jockhole tattoo was. Did he need jewelry or a razor?
He already had a perfectly trimmed undercut and his crotch and pits were shaved smooth. Did he want to add anything to his nipple studs which were just like the ones on display?
Junichi shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, nothing I need. Gotta be on my way."
"Sure, bye. Actually, how many buddies are you about to meet?"
Junichi turned back to the owner. "Four, why?"
"Such a coincidence. There's a pack of four thongs just like yours. It tore open so I can't sell it. Would your buddies wear those thongs?"
"I dunno, they're not Japanese so..."
Junichi received the package of four thongs. He couldn't spot where it was supposed to have torn open, tough. Slightly distracted he corrected himself. "I... I mean they are Japanese. These are perfect. Thanks."
"No problem. Have fun. Bye."
Next up: Gradual muscle growth and intelligence trade.