While Ty and Kent were walking along the shore, they passed a small beach which had white sand and clear water.
“Hey, this looks like a nice spot to go for a swim!” Ty said to Kent. “Why don’t we set our towel and chairs over here so we can stay here for a few hours?”
Then Kent looked over and spotted another beach up ahead, located by a hotel.
“If we walk just a little further, we can go to that beach over there! Look!” Kent pointed out. “That beach is located by that big hotel over there. It seems like they have a restaurant and a bar and a whole bunch of other things, too!”
“Alright, let’s go over there…” Ty sighed, as he was about to pick up the folding lounge chairs, when an older man approached them.
“Howdy, gentlemen. I hope you guys aren’t leaving my beach, are you?” the shorter, elderly man asked them.
“Umm… well…” Ty mumbled.
“I’m sorry; mister, but they have more things over there!” Kent replied honestly.
Suddenly, the elderly man became very sad.
“Oh, that figures….” He sighed. “There goes another customer…. At this rate, I’m going to have to close this beach very soon…”
“Wait… What are you talking about, mister?” Ty asked him.
“My name is Sam…. I own this beach and I run the concession stand over there, along with the rentals for chairs and umbrellas along with personal watercraft and surfboards and kneeboards. Ever since Rizzo built and opened up his hotel next door, business has been going downhill and people have been leaving my beach to go to his place… I may have to close my beach, unless I come up with something unique really soon…” the man explained.
“My name is Ty, and this is Kent…” Ty said. “Maybe we can help you!”
“Yeah… I guess we’ll stay!” Kent said.
“Thanks, mates…” Sam replied. “I just need something that will make it attractive for guys to come to my beach…. Something that Rizzo doesn’t have…”
Ty turned towards Kent.
“Quick, Kent… You’re the one with the brains around here… What does everyone want, who goes to the beach?” Ty pondered.
“They want to have fun…”
“And, what else?”
“They want to get a good sun tan!”
“Okay…. They come here to get a tan. What about the guys?”
“They come here to surf!”
“Yeah… Anything else?”
Kent saw a couple of muscle dudes walk by.
“Some of them come to show off their buff bodies…” Kent grumbled. “At least, the ones who have any muscles come to the beach to show off in front of their girl friends…”
“Aha! You got it!” Ty cheered! “Kent, you’re a genius!”
“What? I got what? What do you mean?”
“What if I put something on this beach that would make every guy muscular?” Ty said out loud. “Something that is big and strong and permanent….”
“A pole? A monument? A stone?” Kent wondered.
“Maybe something of steel? No, wait; that might rust; since we’re on the beach. How about something of stone? I got it! A statue! I’ll create a statue!” Ty cheered. “I just need a model… Hmmm….”
“I need you to pose for me and become a statue for one minute!” Ty instructed Kent. “Then, I’ll make you come alive and come out of the statue and come alive again in your own body, leaving behind the statue of you as a muscle boy! When guys come here, they’ll be drawn to the statue of you. When they touch it, they’ll grow more muscular!” Ty explained.
“You’re going to make a statue of me?” Kent wondered out loud.
“Yes!” Ty replied. “First, strike a pose and flex for me!”
Kent made a fist and flexed his arms as he turned slightly sideways, showing a grin on his face. Immediately, Ty allowed Kent to grow more muscular, making his biceps bulge considerably, so that his muscles really peaked during the pose. Kent’s chest pushed out further, and his quads and calves inflated a lot more, giving him the resemblance of a young, teen bodybuilder.
When Ty was happy with the way Kent looked, the spot where Kent was standing suddenly turned into a concrete platform. Next, sand magically started to collect, and a column started to form around Kent’s body. A layer of concrete formed around Kent’s entire body, and Kent was quickly encased in cement. Then, after a statue of Kent had formed, Kent magically came to life, and was able to step out of the cemented version of him like he was a ghost. Kent hopped down from the cement platform and turned around, looking back at the statue of himself, while posing and showing off his muscular form.
“So, how do you like the statue I made of you?” Ty asked him, as both boys stared at his handiwork.
“Wow! I like it!” Kent laughed, as he was just now getting used to having his big muscles.
“Now, whenever a guy comes to Sam’s beach, and touches this statue… No matter how old he is, he will gain ten pounds of muscle every time he touches it!” Ty said.
“Wow!” Kent shouted. “That’s cool!”
“If that doesn’t bring more people to Sam’s beach…. Then nothing else will!” Ty said, as he started walking towards the water. “Well, I’m going swimming! Let’s go!”
Ty and Kent went into the water and swam around. Just then, a couple of people walked by and noticed the statue of Kent near the entrance to Sam’s little beach…