MidReal Story

Kneading Trouble

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Scenario:Lucas was a knockout by any measure. Deep, rich tan, broad shoulders, muscular arms, pecs straining his T-shirt. Handsome face, jet black hair slightly disheveled, and dark brown eyes, smiling and friendly, but also guardedly shy. Despite being half-obscured by his shorts, his quads were obviously rippling with muscle, and his calves were perfectly sculpted, all covered with that flawless tan skin and a light coating of soft brown hair. But that wasn’t what was amazing about his legs. It was that there were four of them. I joined the rest of the guys in staring dumbly at our new teammate. The coach was introducing us. I don’t remember a word he said; I just remember staring at Lucas’s legs, standing there. None of us could help it; our brains wouldn’t believe what our eyes were telling us. But then Lucas moved one of his hind feet—hind feet!—just slightly, and removed all doubt. They were real! “My four feet get so stupid and clumsy when I’m drunk,” Lucas giggled.

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Lucas was a knockout by any measure. Deep, rich tan, broad shoulders, muscular arms, pecs straining his T-shirt. Handsome face, jet black hair slightly disheveled, and dark brown eyes, smiling and friendly, but also guardedly shy. Despite being half-obscured by his shorts, his quads were obviously rippling with muscle, and his calves were perfectly sculpted, all covered with that flawless tan skin and a light coating of soft brown hair. But that wasn’t what was amazing about his legs. It was that there were four of them. I joined the rest of the guys in staring dumbly at our new teammate. The coach was introducing us. I don’t remember a word he said; I just remember staring at Lucas’s legs, standing there. None of us could help it; our brains wouldn’t believe what our eyes were telling us. But then Lucas moved one of his hind feet—hind feet!—just slightly, and removed all doubt. They were real! “My four feet get so stupid and clumsy when I’m drunk,” Lucas giggled.

Jaxon

He is a college athlete on the football team. He is observative, incredulous, and social. Jaxon was shocked to discover his new teammate, Lucas, was a quadruple amputee. Despite initial shock and stares from teammates, Jaxon tried to welcome Lucas with a hug. He struggled to understand how Lucas adapted to everyday tasks and was curious about his background. Jaxon attempted to build a rapport with Lucas, who seemed shy but friendly.

Lucas

He is a new football player with a unique physical condition. He is shy, adaptable, and humorous. Lucas struggled to hide his shock at the teammates' initial reaction to his amputations. He tried to downplay the situation with lightheartedness. Despite feeling selfconscious, Lucas appreciated Jaxon's genuine welcome. He found it amusing when Jaxon struggled with everyday tasks due to drunkenness. Lucas was eager to fit in and contribute to the team despite his challenges.

Lucas was a knockout by any measure.

Deep, rich tan, broad shoulders, muscular arms, pecs straining his T-shirt.

Handsomen face, jet black hair slightly disheveled, dark brown eyes smiling and friendly but also guardedly shy.

But none of that was what was amazing about him.

It was his legs.

Four of them.

I joined the rest of the guys in staring dumbly.

I didn’t know what the hell to do with myself, or what to say.

None of us did, I think.

We were all too busy trying to process what our eyes were telling us.

The coach finished introducing Lucas as the newest member of our team—neighbors, really—and welcomed him to the fold.

Then he introduced his brother, Logan, who was also on the team and would be Lucas’s roommate.

Logan stood up and smiled slightly at his brother.

The two of them exchanged a quick glance, and I got the sense that Logan was warning him about something.

About us.

But then Lucas moved one of his hind feet slightly, and I had my answer right in front of me.

I grab another beer from the cooler, my third of the night.

It’s a little after nine, and the party is in full swing.

Lucas is navigating his way through the crowded living room with surprising grace, his four legs moving in a fluid gait as he weaves between clusters of teammates and friends.

Someone hands him a drink, and he takes it with a shy grin.

I watch him take a sip, his eyes flicking to mine for just a moment before he turns away.

He’s been doing that all night, catching my eye and then looking away again.

It’s hard to tell if it’s shyness or something else entirely.

But I can’t help watching him as he moves through the room.

I’ve never seen anything like him before.

I’m not sure if it’s the beer or just the novelty of it all, but I can’t take my eyes off him.

He’s beautiful, in a way that has nothing to do with his legs.

But those legs are definitely part of the appeal. Lucas bumps into the coffee table as he passes by it, and stumbles slightly on his hind legs.

Logan shoots him a concerned look from across the room, but Lucas waves him off with a laugh.

He catches my eye again, and this time he doesn’t look away right away.

Instead, he gestures at his legs with a wry smile.

"Four feet are harder to control when you're drunk," he says, gripping the wall for balance as he sways slightly on his hind feet.

I lean back against the kitchen counter, watching him steady himself.

His front legs brace against the wall while his hind legs shuffle for balance.

"You okay there?" I ask, my words coming out a little slurred.

He nods, still grinning.

"Just trying to figure out which legs to trust right now."

I take another swig of beer, nearly missing my mouth.

Lucas laughs as I stumble forward slightly, catching myself on the refrigerator.

"Maybe you need more feet for balance," he says, extending one of his front legs to steady me.

I chuckle, feeling the warmth of the alcohol and his unexpected touch.

"Guess we both have our challenges," I reply, meeting his gaze.

Lucas's smile fades slightly, and he leans in closer. "There's more to it than just balance," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the music.