My Thighs, Part 1

I posted a story a little while back called My Arms, but this one is not a sequel (nor was it inspired by that story). It was actually something I wanted to write after seeing the attached photo on the internet. I don't know to whom those legs belong, but I sure wish I did!

14 inches

I got asked the other day: “Pete, why do you always wear pants, even on the hottest days?” I lied and said it was because I’m always cold, but the truth is I’m embarrassed for people to see my legs. Overall I have a decent body – 6 feet tall, 160 pounds, with nice abs – but my legs are SUPER skinny at 14 inches around. They’re so underdeveloped that they are only a little bit bigger than my arms.

What makes it worse is that my boyfriend, Colby, has great legs. He played football back in high school and college, and his thick thighs are 24 inches around from all the squats and presses he’s done. He keeps asking me to join him in the gym, but I’ve been hesitant to do so because the guys he works out with apparently are jerks. Colby says that he has shown photos of me on his phone, and they call me Tweety Petey and laugh about my “chicken legs.”

I mean, it’s not untrue what they say, of course. My legs are tiny, and even worse, they really aren’t that strong. I struggle to keep up with Colby when we go on hikes, and even a simple squat with no weight can tire me out. Plus, unlike Colby’s thighs, which are so hard they could probably crush a bowling ball, mine are really soft – like almost spongey – with zero muscle tone.

Maybe I’ll get myself a pair of sweatpants and give it a try. I’d hate for Colby’s head to get turned by a guy with a better body. He’s been such a loving guy the last few years, and I’d be so lost without him.

17 inches

OK, I started working out with Colby three months ago and have made A LOT of progress. I’ve gained 20 pounds and I swear it’s all in my thighs, which now measure 17 inches around. They aren’t huge, but those three inches have made a world of difference in my confidence level. My personal best with squatting is at 120 pounds, but that’s up from a meager 30 pounds on my first day, so for me that feels impressive.

Colby certainly has been impressed with my development, too – he’s been paying a lot more attention to my lower half when we’re in bed together, and he likes to rest his right hand on my left quad when he’s driving.

Oh, and his gym friends? Not nearly as bad as he made them out to be. He used to tell me they would make fun of my skinny legs, but they’ve all been super supportive to me as a beginning lifter. Maybe I just misunderstood the whole thing?

20 inches

I completely regret not starting at the gym earlier in the year, because now it’s winter and I really do want to wear shorts! I’ve added another 3 inches to the circumference of my thighs in the last few months, bringing them up to 20 inches. They really look big and hard, and because I have such low body fat, you can really see the definition (plus some freaky looking veins popping out here and there).

My overall bodyweight has climbed up to 200 thanks to the insane amount of food and protein powder I’ve been ingesting, and everything has gotten bigger – my arms, chest, shoulders, calves – but honestly, it’s all about the thighs for me. Something I just flex ‘em and stare, and sometimes (when Colby isn’t around), I jack off while fondling them. I love it when the cum spurts out onto them upon finishing, and I pretend it’s growth cream and rub in into my thighs and fantasize about them growing even bigger.

Speaking of Colby, I think he’s getting a little jealous of the size I’ve been putting on. I’m still not nearly as big as him – he weighs around 240 – but he’s been that weight for years hasn’t been able to get any bigger, whereas I have been growing by leaps and bounds the past six months. I’m sure I’ll top out pretty soon, however, and he will remain the big man in our relationship.

And even if I don’t get any bigger, I’m gonna keep trying to get stronger. I pour everything I can into my leg exercises, and I make sure to take two scoops of pre-workout so I can blast them with the heaviest weights possible. Yesterday I hit them so hard I puked afterward, and some of the other lifters told me that’s how I know I got a good workout.

23 inches

The last few months have been crazy. First, I quit my job at the grocery store and work at the gym where I pump iron. I’m manning the front desk for now, but my manager said he’d pay for my personal training certification so I could eventually work out on the floor. I’m starting next week with some online classes and hope to be certified within the next six months, and in the meantime, I get to spend all day in my home away from home.

All this gym time has continued to pay off for me – I’m up another 30 pounds and have gotten my legs up to 23 inches, just one shy of Colby. Not to brag, but I look fuckin’ fantastic! I cannot believe that I was happy doing a few pushups and sit-ups at home when I could have been at the gym the whole time adding some real mass to my frame. All the guys who I used to refer to strictly as Colby’s friends are my friends now, too, and they have really been cheering me on as I get bigger (my new nickname is Meaty Petey). Steve keeps asking me to flex for him, Maurice is always ready with a tape measure to see how big I’ve gotten, and Josh, Mike, and Stan all quickly volunteer to spot me when I squat.

The only one not cheering me on these days seems to be Colby. I would have thought he would be bragging about being with the fastest-growing guy in the gym, but he just seems to be pouting about all the attention I’m getting. Also, Josh told me that he and the other guys never made of me before I started working out – if anything, they would have been happy that Colby had found a cute guy (wait, did he call me cute?). Josh said it was Colby who was embarrassed about my chicken legs and didn’t want to be seen with me, but I’m sure he must be misremembering.