2 booths down from them by the pizza shop door was a set of friends, sitting and trying to eat. Neither of them could have been older than 13, the Beiber-cut blonde boy wearing your standard skater clothes, Alex, was sitting with a look of disgust on his cute face scrunching his nose, while Cameron, who had a mop of wavy pitch black hair and piercing green eyes pushed his plate away from him, the same look crossing his face as well.
"dang it! Ever since those meatheads came in here the place smells like a locker room!" Alex whispered, trying to keep his voice down as to not catch the big smelly brutes' attention.
"I know! It's making my stomach hurt! You'd think the freaks would shower! C'mon, lets take our food outside on the patio" Cameron groaned, trying unsuccessfully to eat a french fry through the ever present jock-stink.
"Alright!, but I need to pee first, you go out and I'll follow" Alex said, standing up and walking across the restaurant to the bathrooms, passing by Simon and Devon. He coughed as he got closer and inhaled a lungful of musty pit-stink, mumbling "take a shower" under his breath.
Devon had caught the conversation trough his mauling a slice of pizza, and the testosterone induced aggression flared. "Fucking pipsqueaks callin' us freaks?!" he growled to himself, and suddenly, though his mind had been slowed during his jockification, he got an idea.
"Yo Si! I gotta take a piss, gimme your bag, Imma put some more of that fuckin deo on these pits!" He said, hiding his true idea. Simon fistbumped him and tossed his bag over the table. "Fuck yeah bro! Manly pits for my main man!" He said, stuffing half a slice of pizza in his mouth.
Devon lumbered over to the restrooms, pushing the door open and immediately seeing his target at one of the urinals just finishing up, the kid was zipping up his jeans. Alex turned just in time to see Devon and couldn't help but say something snarky.
"Seriously, you need a shower, you smell like a horse!" He said just before Devon cornered him up against a stall door, forcing it open with one meaty hand while the other gripped the kid's collar.
"Fuckin runt! You'll see who stinks in a sec!" he growled, gripping the hem of Alex's t shirt and pulling it up, his other hand reaching in the bag for the deodorant.
Alex struggled, but Devon's sweaty body was pinning him against the wall. Devon used his arm to muffle him so he couldn't scream while he applied the sticky gel to the kid's hairless underarms.
"Fuck yeah! Gonna get some stank on ya! Smellin' like a man!" He said dumbly in his deep drawling voice. Alex squirmed, trying to scream through Devon's forearm while he felt the gel burn into his skin, and start to itch. Devon didn't stop until he could feel the thick wiry hair being matted down with gel, then quickly dropped the stick and crammed Alex's face into his own sweaty damp pit. burying his nose deeply for a few seconds.
"Need some real jock-sweat to get those pits churning dude!" He said triumphantly, dropping Alex and standing back to see the damage. Alex was wiping his face with his discarded shirt when he looked at his arms and saw a heavy smattering of hair where there had previously only been skin. He looked, tears starting to form in his eyes when he was hit with a horrifically obnoxious stink rolling out of his own pits. The deodorant had dried as it always does, but his pits remained dampened, his sweat glands oozing out fresh new boy-stink.
Before either of them could react, Simon came lumbering in looking angry, holding Cameron by the scruff, Cameron's face a look of horror when he caught site of Alex's new pits. Simon chuckled, and boomed out, "Gimme that can of beer in the bad dude! This kid thinks it's nasty to be belchin' after a large soda chug! Gonna show'em how its done!" Simon laughed while patting Cameron's flat belly menacingly.