*** Monsterhole ***
It was by coincidence that Kash wandered past a place called Jockhole. The display showed off protein powder, weights and singlets.
The weedy nerd walked inside, dry swallowing nervously. He was a boy with black skin – chocolate, mocha, caramel or whatever silly food analogy people used for him depending on the lighting.
As such he was surrounded by virile and buff guys who displayed hyper-masculinity to get by in society and to conform to their community's ideals.
Kash couldn't keep up with them.
"What can I do for you?" asked the man behind the counter. He was clad in a stinger tank top and had his teal colored hair in an undercut.
"Um... just looking... sir."
The vendor shook his head. "I think you'll need more personalized help. Here, try on one of these."
Kash was handed a posing thong in gradient rainbow colors. It seemed way too big to stay to his hips. Big, blocky letters said Monsterhole across the back hem.
Before he could protest, he was shoved into a booth with a flimsy excuse for a curtain closing him in.
After struggling out of his baggy clothes and staring into his pimple ridden face for a moment, Kash pulled the colorful posing thong up. It didn't slide right off as he had feared but it hung pathetically off his meatless frame.
He looked at his bumpy face again, the flaws made more pronounced by the buzz cut, but he didn't know how to wear his hair otherwise.
What had he expected? A magic transformation? He was still the same useless 46kg/100lbs Kash.
The curtain was pulled back and the vendor beckoned him outside to a big mirror wall. Kash had to stand in the middle of the store and felt terribly exposed, especially next to the buff man... who was now dropping out of his tank top!
"So for starters," the shopkeeper said, "You'll want to get the 8 mandatory poses down. Good posing is the way to winning a competition."
"W-what?"
"Just follow my lead. This one is the front double biceps pose. Just flex your arms like this."
Kash pulled his thong up to be safe and weakly flexed what little there was of a biceps on him.
"Ah," the shopkeeper said. "You should first get some pump."
He handed Kash a beginner's dumbbell – the plastic kind filled with sand – and watched as the teen unenthusiastically raised and lowered it five times in each hand.
"Now again. Front double biceps."
What was the point? Sure, there was a tiny bit of meat on Kash's arm but his 58kg/128lbs didn't give him much to work with. He scratched his head in embarrassment – running his fingers between the cornrows.
"Next we have the front lat spread. Hands in fists and on your sides. Elbows out. Spread your back like this."
The vendor had a pretty impressive physique when he flexed – unlike Kash.
"Okay..." the man said. "Get some pump first. Here, take the barbell bar. No weights, it's heavy enough on its own. Lean forward and pull it up a few times. Elbows out, knees relaxed."
Kash did as he had been told, even if he didn't see why it would help. When he put the bar down and tried lat spread again, he couldn't really tell if his 64kg/140lbs physique had profited from the minimal exercise.
Pulling up the posing thong again, Kash looked at the vendor for advice while he brushed a few loose string from his cornrows back over his shoulder.
"Next is side chest. You can use this elastic band to get a bit of pump first."
Kash pulled the band apart a few times, then imitated the man's pose to show off his chest.
At just about 70kg/154lbs he could hold his own in comparison to his peers, but he had always felt a bit behind. At least this nicely fitting posing thong worked to emphasize his brickhouse abs.
"We continue to side triceps pose. Arm down, held by the other and pushing against it. Don't forget legs. They're important for this pose."
Kash flexed his upper and lower limbs alike. Even though the man next to him was less buff than Kash's 78kg/172lbs physique, he was better at posing. Kash clearly had to catch up before he could compete.
"Thanks for all the instructions, sir," the teen bodybuilder said. "I'll take the thong by the way. It fits amazingly well. Maybe it's just the light in here but it feel like it makes my skin look more even. But then, I've always have rather clear skin."
"The next ones are back double biceps and back lat spread. You know how to do those by now but there are subtle differences when you're facing the other way. See if you can figure it out. I'll scan your thong in the meantime."
Kash flexed to the best of his abilities, but it was clear he needed to practice a lot more. His 84kg/185lbs body wouldn't just carry him to victory once he was one stage.
The lasergun went over his crotch as Kash tried to spread his lats aesthetically.
Maybe he needed to pull his hair up somehow. Just letting the braid of cornrows hang to the small of his back covered too much of his muscles.
He brushed it forward, swiping it over the tattoo on his right shoulder where big, blocky letters said Monsterhole.
"Now raise your arms," the shopkeeper said. "Put them behind your head and flex your abs. This is the abdominal and thigh pose. Legs are vital here, too."
Kash turned his front toward the mirror again and flexed for his life. He wasn't too good at it but 90kg/198lbs of decently lean muscle did the job. Considering he was on the short side, the muscles had to bulge like crazy to fit onto his frame.
Honestly, while he knew his body was a point of pride, Kash secretly also gave himself points for the face, which was a rectangular block of masculinity with his jawline and straight eyebrows framing skin that had never seen a flaw.
"The last pose is called most muscular. With the others you're supposed to smile or look relaxed, as hard as that is. But with most muscular you can go nuts. Arms together and leaning in, like you're trying to crush a globe from all sides."
Kash gave the mirror his ugliest visage, tongue out and straining as if trying to pop his neck veins.
All 97kg/214lbs of him turned the boy into a muscle demon. He was sure to intimidate any opponent on stage.
"If you're already here," the vendor said as he put his tank top back on, "maybe have a look at accessories. Jewelry goes well with this thong."
Kash grunted with a voice of unmitigated testosterone and had a look. There were two things missing from the shelf: a pair of earrings and a navel piercing. He instinctually reached for his own dangly earrings and glanced at the pendant dangling off his navel ring.
"Nah, I'm fine with what I have," he said.
Kash slipped back into his shoes while the man who ran the place carried off the clothes of someone very skinny who had left them laying around in the changing booth.
"Just keep practicing," the vendor said. "You're a natural, I can tell."
"Thanks, sir. This helped a lot."
"Would you like a bottle of pre-workout or body oil?"
"The per-workout, please," the teen bodybuilder said. "I'm already oiled up."
The vendor handed over a bottle to the gently glistening teen, who rubbed his abs to smoothen out the steams of oil. How embarrassing that he had oiled up a while ago and then forgotten to distribute the stuff.
"Bye, Kash."
"Goodbye, sir," the teen said and swaggered outside. It took him a long time to get home since he found himself practicing posing at every shop window he walked by.
*** Trading Smart ***
Reuben was mad at the world again. He was a highly gifted nerd on top of all his classes and admired by many – on a purely intellectual level.
But in school he always got to feel the unfairness of life, when a brainless scumbag like German got swarmed by girls and had a ton of friends despite having to repeat the grade.
And what did Reuben have? Nothing but science projects awards and a room full of books he knew by heart. Not things that counted for anything at school.
Fleeing the mall – overrun by his school `mates' – Reuben wandered into the next best store.
The Jockhole sold only underwear. About to leave, Reuben heard a familiar voice.
German left the changing booth.
The dumb asshole of a jock looked stunning in the white torpedo thong. Overall, German looked more toned and in proportion.
When had he put so much mass onto his pectorals? His biceps were also bigger than Reuben recalled from gym class. Most puzzlingly, the boy's legs had expanded insanely. Was it the lighting?
The torpedo thong hugged a ridiculous dick and balls combo. No way could German be this big without being hard. Then why was it just limply hanging down? And his nuts certainly matched the overall package size.
It just wasn't fair. Smart people should rule. Folk like German should be gleefully serving.
"Ah, hello," said a man with an undercut of teal hair and eyebrow slits. He wore a simple shirt jeans combo. "Looking for anything in particular?"
"I..." Reuben began. "I was just looking. I'll leave now."
"No, I think I can tell what you need. Try these on."
Before Reuben could even protest, he was shoved toward German, the mouthbreathing idiot. The dumb jock waved with his eyes slightly unfocused. It was a miracle someone so stupid knew how to walk on two legs.
Reuben found himself in a spacious changing booth, separated from the store only by a bad excuse for a curtain.
In his hand was a white micro thong. What an insult! His crotch was definitely not going to fit in there. On the back hem it said Jockhole in fancy, elegant script.
No way was Reuben going to wear that. But he wanted to proof that his package was certainly going to overflow the mini pouch.
He stripped out of his clothes until he was only in socks and stepped into the micro thong.
Pulling the clothing up his beefy quads was a bit of a struggle but they were after all his thickest muscle. Framed by his strong obliques, the teen's abs pushed the pouch away a tiny bit where his pubes turned into a treasure trail.
He raised his arms – exposing his hairy pits – to see if the thong slipped when his abs were stretched.
No, it fit perfectly, even though his stub of a dick and marbles of balls did little to keep it in place.
The nerdy jock stepped outside.
German grinned at him. "Hey Reuben. Didn't know you shop at a place like this."
"Well yeah..." Reuben said, hating to talk to the idiot. "Gotta show off the gains."
"True. Man, I can't tell who's bigger."
"It doesn't matter," Reuben said, hiding a scoff. Mass was irrelevant. Having the better brain was all that counted.
The vendor came back with two pairs of low cut socks. "You two should try these one. I think you'll be surprised by how well they work with the ensemble."
German got a pair with black arrows pointing up. Reuben's had arrows pointing down.
He slipped out of his socks and put the smaller ones on.
Their pure white matched the thong. Wait, hadn't there been designs on those socks?
Reuben blinked in confusion. His mouth hung open and he breathed loudly as always. He also felt no need to think since he stood next to the smartest person in the universe – or at least in school, but that was pretty much the same.
"These should complete the look," the vendor said and tossed a simple necklace over each jock's head. Identical pendants hung on them.
"Excellent fit," said German with his clear enunciation. "Isn't this a marvelous article of clothing, Rube?"
Reuben stared blankly. "Uh, I... yeah sir?"
German rolled his eyes. "I'm talking about the footwear, Rube. No wonder you have to repeat the year again. But never mind, you can keep copying my homework."
"Oh, right," said Reuben the Rube. "Good socks... sir."
"And we finally have something that keeps my dick from flopping all over the place. I could swear it keeps getting bigger."
Reuben looked at the genius' torpedo thong. It was a big dick, for sure. Not like his mini tool. But that was fine, because it meant no one realized that looking at German made him hard.
Even now his erection went unnoticed. There was barely a tent. He only hoped he wasn't going to start leaking again.
"Now let's go, Rube. You have a lot of housework to do. I'll have guests over and my place needs to be cleaned until it shines."
"Sir yes sir," Reuben said, happily.
The vendor ran his scanner across their thong hems.
Clad in only a bit of pure white, the boys' tattoos easily caught the eye. Jockhole was written on German's left ass cheek and on Reuben's right one.
"We have a special," the shopkeeper said. "Would you like a free razor with the purchase?"
Reuben looked down his body where even the crotch and pits were shaved absolutely smooth. He wasn't in desperate need of a razor. Even his head was still smooth on the sides that framed his mohawk.
When had he gotten that haircut? It didn't matter, because it was obviously a good idea to have it, since German had the same style.
"We don't need razor's I think. Reuben, go pay."
"Sir yes sir."
He swaggered to the register but the vendor waved him off. "It's a free sample."
"Wow, okay. Thanks, man."
German waited at the exit. "Look here, Rube. Didn't you want a tongue piercing for a while?"
Reuben looked at the jewelry display. There was one item missing from the stand. A tongue piercing of the exact size he already wore.
"Sir, don't think I need a new one, sir" he slurred, mouth staying open.
German shrugged. "Fine then, let's leave. If you clean fast you can spot me at the gym later."
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"But I need an oil massage when we get home first thing. All those science projects leave my shoulders a bit tense."
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
Reuben waddled behind the genius with a smile on his face.
It was only fair. Smart people should rule. Folk like Reuben should be gleefully serving.
Next up: Transformation while aware and a lot of horny Koreans.