Amateur Bodybuilding & Figure Competition: Here Today!
You point to the sign and Adrian nods. This is definitely a good place to check out.
When you walk up, the young man at the front table goes wide-eyed and directs you to an entrance around the corner. You don't correct him and see where it leads.
"Weigh in closes in about 10 minutes," he calls out after you. This is perfect, he thinks you're both competing. And, you think, once you check out the other competitors, you just might.
The door leads backstage and you see guys of all ages in a sort of make shift pump room out of what might be a dressing room normally. One thing you and Adrian notice right away is that while you slightly edge out the competition, your neighbor is in another class completely. He looks like he's been on steroids since he came out of the womb, and the get up he's got on isn't helping.
You both decide to enter. Checking in with the stage manager, you're given numbers and a 5 minute warning. Not enough time to get a pump, you decide to just change out your diapers for something a little fresher and with a clean tape job.
You take turns, each hopping up on a table in the center of the pump room, changing the other and putting on matching black Pleather tykables with the yellow racing stripe. It'll do in a pinch and the most poser-looking thing you've got. The pump room got real quiet as two behemoths entered the room and got naked on a table. It was obvious that they were now the two largest guys in the room and that's not about the size of their bodies. You smirk as you sit up and realize all eyes are on you two. You wink suggestively at the guy closest to you.
"Like what you see?" He gulps.
"90 SECONDS! Places Everyone!"
The men snap out of their reverie and get in line to go on stage. You and Adrian are the last in line.