Fred bough some pants big enough for his caboose and began to bicycle home, spandex flexing in the sun as his massive gluts worked. Fred hadn't felt so good in years. He loved the feeling of power from his new muscles.
"Hello Fred. I hardly recognized you in those new biking shorts."
"Hello Betty. How are you doing?"
Fred's neighbor Betty was a widow. Fred had been so happy when Butch dropped dead with a heart attack. Butch had been a constant annoyance, making fun of all his faults. He called Fred skinny, wimpy, flabby. Fred went out of his way to avoid Fred's bullying. Still he often watched the big bull of a man work in his yard, envying his bulky masculine confidence. Betty was always sweet and Fred always hoped that the lonely widow might show some interest in him. It never happened. Betty said hello whenever they saw each other but that was as far as it went. Now here she was standing next to him and giving the eye to his muscular behind.
"You must be biking a lot these days." Betty continued. "Your gluts are really developed. Butch always had such a nice ass but I think you might be a bit more developed."
Fred blushed. Maybe Betty was flirting with him.
"Of course, your legs are pretty skinny. Butch had such powerful thighs. Well take care, Fred. Nice to see you."
Fred looked down at his legs. He'd been so excited about his ass that he had forgotten that his legs were still skinny. Betty walked back to here house.
"Fine looking woman and sweat tempered to boot not like his shrewish ex-wife.
Back in his house, Fred stood before the mirror. "Damn," he thought, "I do have skinny legs. Way out of proportion with this fine powerful ass. Well then if it is my destiny to take the power that I need, I'd better get busy."
The light from his spare bedroom was glowing stronger encouraging timid Fred to take action.
"Whose got powerful thighs?" Fred wondered, considering the possibilities. There was his Bruce his 400 pound boss. His legs were strong from lugging all that weight around with thighs that were probably 36 inches around. Then there was his 25 year old nephew Craig who wanted to be a body builder. His thigh muscles were so developed that you could see each one of them bulding. Which to choose?
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