The boy with the enormous thighs (pt1)

Quite some time ago there was a small boy. This child had a  face that was submerged under a chocolate coating and had hair that was the texture of sponge. His mind was a toy box full of fanciful imagination, apart from these things he was pretty regular in the way that he behaved.

Some say that he was a vision of beauty and was insanely adorable but this story isn't really about his facial aesthetics. Nevertheless, there was something a little different about this darling little child as he began to grow older. 

The boy, (cute one) had unusually large thighs for a child of his age. For years he was blissfully unaware of just how robust his leg region was, he had no idea of the subsequent power at his disposal. His early childhood had been one of delightful naïvity with a peppering of teasing due to his face being constantly covered in chocolate. 

That naïvity was soon to melt. 

By the time he was at primary school and was learning to swim he began to realise that he was quite 'different' to the other children in his age group. Not only would they sing that he should give them a chase, because, well, he had a 'chocolate face' (they had faces covered in milk). This was the first instance of him feeling different. That horrible song would make him angry and upset, his eyes would fill with tears that would treacle down his face. School was particularly trying at times as the boy tried to make sense of his place in a school of milky children. Moving on... 

Once a week, he, along with the other children would sit at a pool edge dangling their legs over the side as they would watch the other kids swimming around attempting to complete their swimming challenges in order to obtain badges and certificates. The young boy was an observant type of child and quickly noticed that his legs and thighs were rather chunky in comparison to that of his young peers. This realisation made him feel terribly self conscious as he would peer along the the row of kids feeling extremley uncomfortable. The other children had skinny, lithe thighs that looked as though they could snap due a bout of violent flatulence. Unlike our little young boy. His were already on their way to becoming thick and heavy set trunks that could withstand an earthquake.

The boy often felt desperate and would  try in vain to suck his thighs up like a person doing so with a chubby belly, but these pitiful attempts didn't make the slightest bit of difference. He would just make himself look peculiar to any onlooker.

He never did get many swimming badges. Perhaps this was due to having stout thighs that were not conducive to water activities.

A fast forwarding of a Sony Walkman and the little chap was now a strapping teenager. Puberty had been fairly kind to him and he was hadn't been insulted for having a chocolate covered face in a long while. However, he was soon to be cruelly mocked for something else. Yes, his cumbersome thighs, which had grown considerably due to his ascendency into becoming a young adult. 

By now the teenage boy was an avid footballer and quite the sporty type. Playing sports and being active alongside a rich diet of spinach, assorted meats, fish and complex carbohydrates imported from West Africa, have since been suggested as potential contributing factors to the startling growth of his thighs.

Our chocolate looking teen had a group of friends that were, to put it frankly - a little mentally retarded. It was more than a fleetingly notion of his that some may have suffered from mild learning difficulties due to their moronic behaviour and wild pack mentality.

Immature boys will be immature boys and most things appeared to be fair game for ridicule and once the mean gang spotted the protruding thighs of our teenage youth that was it. He was done for.

He was teased relentlessly because he enjoyed wearing little shorts to football that suspiciously looked like ones that he may have worn back when he was at primary school. This was never denied or confirmed. The unflattering shorts became a prime target for abuse that lasted many years as his mutant thighs were now gaining a semi cult status alongside his choice of shorts. Having said that, there was one item of clothing that perhaps went down in folklore amongst the horrible teenagers.

The infamous 'thigh jeans'...

Demola, TCC