My Thighs, Part 2 (Conclusion)

26 inches

Remember back when I said I was impressed that I was squatting 120 pounds? Shit, that seems like 100 years ago, because today I squatted 520 pounds. I felt like fuckin’ Superman, I tell ya. I was sweating like a mother under that bar, but I still managed to get it up three times before my legs ran out of juice. Those legs are up to 26 inches around now and look like concrete columns sticking out of my gym shorts, and they match the swollen muscles on the rest of my 270-pound body.

I added another three inches to my legs, bringing them up to 26 inches – yes, that’s right, I’m bigger than Colby now. Not that it matters anymore, since we broke up a few weeks back. I went to pick him up from his office one afternoon and overheard him saying some not-flattering things about me to his co-workers – how I was taking steroids (not true), how small my dick had gotten (definitely not true), and how I had gotten really fat gut and ass (not really true, but back to that in a minute). Colby was really shocked when I came around the corner to confront him, and I think his two officemates were shocked to see what a stud I had turned into. I dropped off my housekey and told him not to come back to the gym anymore – he was going to need to find another place to work out and another group of gym buddies to hang with.

I didn’t need any of the stuff from the house, since most of it was Colby’s anyways and his name was on the apartment lease. I decided then and there to break from my old life and start a new one, so I texted Josh to see if I could crash with him. Thankfully he said yes.

As for the fat comment, no, I’m definitely not as lean as I used to be. Back at 160 pounds, my waist was only 27 inches around and almost as emaciated looking as my legs, and my ass was as flat as a pancake. Now they have been replaced with a big, full muscle gut at 44 inches around, and a gargantuan pair of bouncy cheeks, but I think they make me look even more masculine. Besides, with a 62-inch chest and 26-inch thighs, everything still looks very proportionate. I’m not longer a waif; I’m a fuckin’ stallion.

29 inches

Lordy, I just keep growing and growing. It’s been only a few months but I’m now up to 320 pounds – twice as much as when I started lifting! If you had told me 18 months ago that I’d get this big, I’d never have believed you. But I think living with Josh has really helped to explode in size and strength – he’s done nothing but champion me since I moved in, and he’s really helped out by buying groceries for me. All the food (especially the protein) I need has been enormously expensive, and I’ve been a little short of cash since I had to get all new clothes and personal items after walking out on my old life with Colby. Fortunately, it’s only going to be a little while longer before I get my trainer certification and can start taking clients, so I should be earning quite a bit more then.

How are my legs, you ask? Enormous, of course. 29-inch thighs and 20-inch calves. So THICK everywhere. I’ve also noticed that my ass has gotten way, way, bigger lately – not only has it been blowing out the seams of by boxer-briefs, but also I am constantly bumping it into things. I was trying to get into the shower last week and accidently banged my giant rear end into the dresser as I turned the corner in Josh’s bedroom and sent everything on top of it, including the lamp, sprawling onto the floor. I guess I must have really given Josh (who witnessed this accident from his bed) quite a show when I bent over to pick the stuff up, because I think he whacked off while I was in the shower. It sure smelled like cum in his bedroom when I went back through it!

As for the gym, well, I’m kind of the king of the place now. Picture this – all 320 pounds of me. I’m wearing a skin-tight stringer tank and a pair of athletic shorts that are straining to contain my amazing thighs. I’m drenched in sweat, with every muscle glistening under the bright lights. You’re like 10 or 15 feet away, but you can still smell the musky testosterone cloud that surrounds my whole body. I’ve got the squat bar loaded on my back, and it has so many plates on it that you can’t even add them all up – but you know it’s at least four or five times what you could handle. I’m pumping that massive weight up and down and grunting like a maniac. You watch as my thighs get bigger and bigger from the exercise, pumping up so massive that they are now bigger than your waist, your belly, your chest, your whatever. All you want to do is touch them, feel their hardness, revel in their supremacy – you would give everything you have for one night with me naked. Heck, even one hour, or one minute and you’d still give everything you’d own. That’s the power of my thighs.

32 inches

I did it – I am now an officially certified personal trainer! And needless to say, business has been great so far. At 6’2 tall (yes, I grew taller, too) and 350 massive pounds of beef, there’s a lot of men who desire to spend their hard-earned money to look as good as I do. I would have only made about $40,000 for the year working the front desk, but now I’ll be making more than $150,000 with my new gig – plenty of money to buy all the groceries I need to stay this big and pay Josh back for everything he lent to me. Josh of course said I didn’t need to, so I told him I would return his kindness by taking him on an all-expense paid trip later this year (he quickly agreed to that).

My legs have truly gotten incredibly strong – they now stretch the measuring tape at 32 amazing inches, and I just set a gym record with me 830-pound squat! Can you believe it – that’s 800 more pounds than when I began less than two years ago. Josh was at work when it happened, and so I couldn’t wait for him to get home and tell him about it. He was so excited, and then he did something unexpected – he leapt up from his chair, grabbed the back of my head with both hands, and gave me a big kiss. It was intense, and so fucking hot! Now Josh is not a small guy – he’s 5’11” and weighs around 230 – but I was still strong enough to scoop him up in my 25” arms and carry him to the bedroom. We took turns fucking each other multiple times that night, and he called in sick the next morning and we fucked several more times in the morning. Did I mention that Josh has a HUGE dick (seriously, it’s like a lead pipe)? Fortunately, my mammoth ass – the one Colby had previously been mocking – is big enough to take every inch of Josh’s super cock.

After a bit of time to recover, I asked Josh what attracted him to me. He said he always thought I was good-looking and kind, but in terms of physical attributes, it was definitely my thighs – no huge surprise. He said he loved their size and shape, and he really got turned on by the veins that appeared when they were really pumped up, which Josh thought looked like little lightning bolts streaking across the bronze background of my upper thighs. He said it was like they were blessed by Zeus.

Since it had been more than 24 hours when I last worked out, I decided to do a little exercise so those veins would be really visible. I picked Josh up out of the bed, hoisted him over my shoulders, and started doing some squats to get the blood moving. He weighs about 600 pounds under my squat max, so it didn’t take much effort, but he provided enough weight to get my thighs pumped up. After getting back in bed, Josh used his fingers – and later his tongue – to trace all the veins across my thighs, giving the big ones names like Hercules and Samson. That really got me turned on, and Little Petey showed his excitement by rising up like a sentinel to watch over everything. Not wanting all that excitement to go to waste, Josh finished tracing my veins, took Little Petey in his mouth, and gave me the blowjob of my life.

35 inches

Our vacation later that year turned into a honeymoon – yep, Josh and I tied the knot. We wanted to make our love official, so we went to the Justice of the Peace one afternoon and got married.

And that’s not the only change. We decided our vacation was going to be in San Diego, and we fell in love with the city during our visit and moved here permanently. After both growing up in the cold and dreary Midwest, the endless sunshine of Southern California was just what we needed. Josh was able to get a transfer from his company to the San Diego office, and I moved my personal training business to a gym down here. Many of my clients are online – I’ve got quite a following on Instagram – so it was easier than I thought it would be. Business has been booming lately, too, and I’m on track to clear $300,000 by the end of the year. Everyone wants to train with the His Royal Thighness.

What’s that? Have I kept growing? I think you already know the answer to that one – definitely! My quads are now a mind-boggling 35 inches around – that’s almost three fuckin’ feet! They simply bulge with power and mass, and I get a lot of stares walking around in my short shorts. Yeah, I’m no longer embarrassed to show of my legs, and thanks to the incredible year-round sunshine and warm temps in my new city, I never have to wear pants again. I’m regular squatting over 1,000 pounds for reps, too, and Josh has encouraged me to enter some powerlifting tournaments and get my name officially in the record books.

I used to think Colby had big thighs, and they were so hard I’d wonder if they could crush a bowling ball. Now I wonder if I could crush one – or maybe even two at once. I should definitely give it a try. Can you imagine what that would be like – to have enough power in your body to crack something as hard as a bowling ball? To have the raw strength to blast it to smithereens? Fuck, if I can’t do it now, I’m going to keep pumping, keep squatting, and keep growing until I can make it happen. 40-inch legs used to seem like a fantasy, but it’s going to happen for me sooner than you think. I’ll have the biggest fuckin’ stems in the world!

God, I love my thighs!