*** Aware of Change ***
Calvin entered the Jockhole in search of new underwear.
"Hello?" he asked over the techno beats.
The register was unmanned. The thick teen swaggered along the narrow aisles and took items off their hooks.
With nobody in sight, Calvin wandered into the booth and stripped.
He started with the item that had the most fabric – a black boxer brief with Jockhole written on the side.
He undressed, then stepped into the boxer brief on the ground and pulled it up with both hands.
Calvin looked up – and recoiled in horror at his image.
His thick, white body was gone and replaced by someone else's. Tan, lean, popping muscles. Even the face was subtly different, his eyes darker and his skin clear.
He looked down on himself, touching his now athletic body in shock. Calvin was inside a new skin. Something had transformed him. How!?
With shaking hands, he took off the boxer briefs and saw that his thick dick was smaller than before. Maybe it had shrunk when his mind had gone into shock?
Unsure what to do, he grabbed the next underwear – wanting to test a vague idea.
It was a blue brief with the word Twinkhole on the side hem.
The moment he slipped into it, his body was again changed. Much shorter than before, Calvin stared at his now almost feminine face atop a slender body with only the suggestion of muscle on his bones.
His hair had turned lighter, nearly blond, while his skin was back to its original white shade. His body was hairless aside from pubes.
More confident, Calvin got rid of the briefs and put on his own underwear he had come in. It did nothing. He was still the short, slim, fatless boy with pretty eyes and thick lips.
Somewhat desperate for a solution, he tried on the next item: a Jockhole thong in dark red.
His skin was darker than after the first change and his face edgier. He could barely recognize himself through all the subtle changes, like a smaller flatter nose and shorter forehead.
His muscles weren't as lean as after the first change but bigger. Calvin figured he weight more now than in his original body.
It was actually a great body and he would have loved to keep it but for one thing, his face was too different – more Asian than white - and more importantly his penis was now only two thirds of its original length and girth.
He had only three more items to try before he'd have to go out into the store to look for others.
Glancing past the curtain, Calvin could estimate there were a good thousand different models of thongs in the shop, plus several other articles that might also have the power to change him back.
And there was still no employee to help.
How would he even describe his predicament?
Calvin slipped into a posing thong of shiny white that said Jockhole on the pouch.
He had grown about one head taller by the time he looked at the mirror. His muscles were lean once again and for the first time in his life Calvin enjoyed an eight pack. The abs popped so much, it was starting to look like a ten pack.
Meanwhile, the face now had a distinctly Asian appearance – aided by skin color and dense black hair.
For a second, Calvin pondered his options. What if he never found his old body again?
He switched to the boxer briefs and the dark red thong, followed by the posing thong again. He liked the bodies they all offered but if he had to keep one of them... It had to be the first one.
Even though neither body's face resembled him strongly, the first one was still the most subtle change. And more importantly, it almost didn't change his penis, while the others did a lot more damage. The final posing thong for example brought him down to half size. Unacceptable.
He tried the next item which was a black jockstrap from the Twinkhole brand.
His small body felt strange. Calvin couldn't stand like he normally did anymore. He instinctively assumed a more feminine posture and realized his wrists were limp. He had to fix that.
Maybe if the jockstrap had grown his dick, he could have considered sticking to it, but instead it caused shrinkage of his entire package to about a third of his original size.
There was one item left before he had to leave the booth to look for more options. Most underwear was not on hooks but packaged and he didn't want to tear open boxes with no employee there.
The final item was a micro g-string. He had only taken it into the cabin as a joke, to see how his big genitals overflowed the little thing.
Its pouch's inside carried the name Monsterhole.
Putting it on made him grunt with surprise as his limbs were pushed apart to make space for more mass.
Calvin's latest body was not as tall as his original one but had muscles bulging as if trying to escape his skin.
At this point, his features were unmistakably Asian, possibly a dark skinned Chinese. Which wasn't the reason he hated it. No, it was the dick size.
Nothing overflowed the micro pouch. His genitals had become so tiny that the g-string's receptacle lay nearly flat on his crotch.
Calvin tried pulling the clothing off but struggled to get past his utterly mind-blowing quads.
The curtain was cast aside.
A man with teal hair in an undercut and prominent slitted eyebrows looked at the booth user with slight annoyance.
"You didn't ring the bell at the register. I was just in the back."
"Uh..." Calvin made. Finally someone could help him recover his original body. "Sorry? I was just... trying underwear. Um, I'll leave but... there's a little problem. See, this one turned me into-"
The employee smiled. "But this one is the one you came with. I see no price tag on it."
Calvin blinked away confusion. "Right... sorry. I'll leave now."
He slipped into his sandals and walked past the other man.
"Can I interest you," the shopkeeper said, "in some jewelry? You get a free razor with each purchase."
Calvin looked into a big mirror that took up much of the wall. He was already shaved smooth, including his head. And the rings on his nipples and in his septum were all the piercings he felt he needed right now.
"No thanks, I'll just be going. Just gotta grab my other clothes."
He rubbed the small of his back, above the crack, where he knew the fresh Monsterhole tattoo was.
The shopkeeper handed him a black Monsterhole stringer tank top.
Calvin started putting it on but said, "This doesn't feel like what I usually wear..."
"I really need to close up," the vendor said, rubbing his temples. "I'm getting unfocused. Anyway, you are too clever for you own good. Here, don't forget your socks. I think that's everything you need."
The teen superman slipped into the low cut socks with down arrows. He blinked at his mirror image again, thoughts slow and heavy.
With a dumb grin, the mouthbreathing, horny muscle teen waved goodbye.
Yeah, he had everything he needed.
*** K-Power ***
Brock was a 40 year old high school coach, beer belly and mustache included.
He entered the Jockhole and looked around.
"What can I do for you?" asked the store owner or employee, who had teal hair, eyebrow slits and a decent physique.
"I'm looking to get uniforms for my boys on the team," Brock said.
"Ah, showing the young ones the joy of team sports."
Brock chuckled bitterly. "I wish. They don't get along. Every boy is pulling a different way. Nothing against diversity but I'm starting to think they have nothing in common."
"I have just the uniform that'll turn those rascals into a solid unit."
"Ha, I wish. But go on."
The vendor handed him a singlet. It was a design of a red and a blue half coming together in a swirl at the front. The label said Jockhole – the chest carried the word K-Power.
"Oh no, we're a football team, we can't use singlets," Brock said.
"Try it on. A coach should weigh all options."
Brock shrugged and walked into the changing booth where he hid behind a curtain that was so small it may as well not have been there.
He took a look at the sad state of his naked self, his prime far behind him.
Then he stepped into the singlet – pulling it over smooth ochre legs that radiated virility with every fiber. His swimmer's build was emphasized by the red and blue design that made his already narrow waist appear even more compressed.
Brock, known as Jin-ho to friends, bit his lush lips and stared into his reflection's black eyes. For someone who had only just turned 20, his jaw was cut like it had reached peak maturity already.
The Korean coach's smooth face wasn't distracting him long, though, since he had to think about the team. His boys needed something more suited to football.
But... he couldn't bring himself to change. The clothing made his legs look absurdly buff – quads emerging from the singlet as if no pants could ever hold them again, leading into calves that were bricks when flexed.
Brock slipped into his shoes and pulled the curtain back.
"I think I have the uniform I wanted. I need twenty of those."
The vendor had already prepared a stack and counted twenty off it. He said, "I'll add a bunch of razors – special deal. But personally I don't think the uniform is complete. Try these headbands."
The headband had the same design of a merging color swirl and said K-Power on both sides.
The coach slid it over his head and... he was terribly horny out of nowhere. His brown nipples poked forward – the singlet didn't cover them - and his dick... The material appeared to be skintight enough to keep the tent from expanding.
With a semi hard-on desperately trying to grow, Brock grabbed the offered bag containing the uniforms and free razors.
"How much?"
The vendor shook his head. "Consider it a sponsorship. Now get back to your boys and whip them into shape."
"Coach Jin-ho," shouted the boys in the locker room as Brock entered, wearing the uniform.
"Good morning team. I think you'll like what I have to announce. I got us new uniforms."
He dished out a bundle of ten singlets into greedy young hands.
"What's that supposed to be?" asked a blond boy.
"Just put it on, kiddo. No underwear."
One by one the boys tore off their clothes and stepped into their new singlets.
Half his team was Korean. Those boys all had the Jockhole tattoo on their abs like Brock himself did. Just visible before they slid the uniform over their jockish torsos.
Those were his best team members. Ye-jun for example was fast, but it was no wonder with mighty legs like those. Although Do-yun and Jun-seo were short, even for their race, they worked together so well it was as if a third man was helping out unseen. Kun-woo was by far the buffest but never overpowered the others with his muscles for show, instead doing what was best for the team.
The other pack of ten was finally open and Brock distributed them among the naked waiting boys who weren't Kor... uh, who were also Korean.
"All right, Soo-jin, come here."
"Yes coach Jin-ho, sir," the boy said without delay. "What do you need?"
"Distribute the other part of the uniform. A headband for everyone. We need to keep the sweat out of our eyes."
"Of course sir."
One by one, the team members put on the bands and the room filled with soft, suppressed moans. The boys stood closer together, touching skin on skin and meeting gazes shyly.
Singlets tented between beefy legs but held steady.
The coach could already see them become even closer, while also thinking of a few group activities that would made his boys grow more... intimately familiar with each other.
They had always been a firm unit but he had to admit the K-Power tattoos across their shoulder blades really sold the concept.
"I also got us a bunch of free razors, so if you need one, grab one."
"Sorry sir, I don't think so," Sung-min said. "We all keep our pubes and pits perfectly trimmed and even the shaved sides of our heads are still smooth."
"Right," the coach said. "You boys know how to stay on track. Now, p on helmets, knee pads and so forth, I'll see you on the field in five minutes. Something tells me we're going to do well tonight."
He left as the boys rallied in a tight circle, shouting "K-Power! K-Power! K-Power!"
They operated as a unit, just as a team should.
Next up: The store is not the only place where transformation can happen, and some boys are just destined to become pain addicted sluts.