"Fred! You old looser. How you been?"
Rich and Fred had been friends back in high school, mediocre athletes back in high school who had gone their separate ways. Fred took the ordinary path of job, marriage, etc but Rich discovered a passion for bowling, took a job in a bowling alley and bowled over minute he could. Now 25 years later, Rich was a famous bowler Fred had last seen Rich at a high school reunion 15 years ago but kept track of his old friend on the sports network.
Richie, You are looking good."
Richie had filled out since high school but he wasn't fat, just big with a heavy gut filling out his bowling shirt nearly to overflow. Fred looked at his legs.Fred's legs were pretty big but his thighs were no match for Fred.
"Show me that championship form, Rich od buddy."
"Sure thing." Rich put down his beer and took a stance, bowling ball in his meaty hands. Rich bowled. He was a symphony in movement, resting the bowling ball on a firm sphere of solid belly before moving forward to deliver the ball. What Fred couldn't stop admiring, however were Rich's double wide calves. They were world beaters. Rich turned without even checking to see if all the pins fell.
"Strike!" Fred observed. "Of course." Rich responded, settling his wide ass back on the bench and taking another swig of beer.
"So what have you been up to since the reunion, Fred?"
As they bowled, Fred was planning how to touch his friends calves.
Finally , he got his chance. Rich's shoe lace was untied and he could see that Rich's belly was keeping him from reaching his shoes.
"Need a hand there, big guy?" Fred offered kneeling down in front of Rich.
"Thanks, bud."
Fred tied the shoe and then gave Rich's massive calves a pat.
"Those are big guns." he observed.
"Gotta wear shorts cause pant legs are too small." Rich smirked.
"Good to see you Rich. We gotta do this again some time."
Fred wanted to get going quickly before Rich noticed that his lower legs were now spindly sticks.
Fred also couldn't wait to check out his powerful lower body. What more could Betty want?
This time, Fred flaunted his assets for nearly an hour but Betty was nowhere to be seen. Frustrated, Fred went back in the house for some been and TV.
One sixpack later, Fred is drifting to sleep when the doorbell rings. Fred struggles to his feet and answers the door to find
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