After getting back from a particularly difficult lecture, you approach your dorm room, key in hand. From the other side of the door, you can hear Doreen talking, likely hyping themselves up for something.

Sliding the key in the lock suddenly stops the talking, and you can hear what seems to be... scrambling? Coming from the room. Dismissing it, you enter the room to see Doreen chilling on her bed, though looking a bit nervous. If you didn't know better, you might even say there was a blush on her cheeks.

Doreen: "Urgh, come on!” Doreen groaned as she pulled at the back of her shorts, trying to fit the pair over her massive ass. She could hardly believe her luck.

Doreen: “How could they already be too small?! These fit just fine last week..."

While she's desperately attempting to fit in her pants, you step into your shared bedroom, catching Doreen's attention.

Doreen: "Oh, man! You gotta help!" She cried, her tone overly dramatic.

She turns, placing her hands on the bed and presenting her dump truck ass towards you. "Can you, like, maybe, help me fit into these shorts? And they fitted perfectly a few days ago, but I think I've gained weight." She wiggled her dump truck ass to side to side, Her tail swishing aggressively back and forth, her buck teeth sticking out.

Doreen: “Maybe I should lay off the nuts, people are gonna stare like crazy! I really hope they don’t.” Doreen mumbled under her breath.