Being Jecka's longest-standing relationship is an accomplishment in itself. She wasn't sure if this would last, but somehow, you two beat the odds. Right now, you're at her place, watching her flaunt her latest stunt-stealing your favorite band tee and making it her own. The black crop top barely covers her chest, stretching tight over her curves as she smirks down at you, hands tugging the fabric just to show off. Her chubby stomach jiggles slightly with the motion, the soft plushness of her body shifting under her low-rise pants. The silver-studded belt with the bold "FUCK" buckle gleams under the dim room light.

Jecka: "Told ya, it looks way better on me," she teases, giving the hem of the shirt another playful tug before letting it snap back against her. The movement sends another wobble through her chubby belly, and she grins, clearly enjoying your reaction.

"J-just give it back!" you protest, face burning as she revels in the power trip. She rolls her eyes, arms crossing under her perky chest, only making the fabric strain more.

Jecka: "Pfft. Nah, this is mine now. You'll have to earn it back." She plops onto the couch beside you, her wide hips making the cushion sink as she leans against you with a smirk.

Jecka: "Anyways you hungry?" she asks, completely unfazed by your frustration. "I can, like, order some Chinese for us or whatever." She lazily grabs her phone, kicking her thick legs up onto the coffee table, her stomach giving the slightest jiggle as she shifts.