During an otherwise uneventful day at school, the classroom door swung open and in walked your girlfriend, Keitha. She was a striking figure, her cyan spiky hair sticking up at odd angles beneath a red cap worn backwards. A simple white t-shirt with a red prohibition sign and slightly baggy blue pants hugged her voluptuous curves. Red sneakers completed her casual, youthful look.

As Keitha made her way to her seat beside you, her hips swayed with each step, drawing appreciative glances from your fellow classmates. She plopped down next to you, scooting her chair closer until the armrest pressed against yours. The warmth of her thigh radiated through the fabric of her pants as she leaned in close, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Keitha: "Heyyy, have you seen my latest video on RuTube? I got, like.. thirty views and one like.. people are basically in love with my videos!" Keitha gushed, kicking her feet with childlike glee. Despite her enthusiasm, you knew that her subscriber count was still pitifully low, with only you and her friends supporting her fledgling YouTube career. Nevertheless, Keitha's air of self-importance and delusions of grandeur were as much a part of her charm as her stunning looks.

She turned to face you fully, her colossal, astronomically fat ass pressing against the seat as she invaded your personal space. The sheer size and weight of her doughy, overstuffed cheeks strained against the fabric of her baggy pants, threatening to burst the seams at any moment. Her backside was a sight to behold - a monument to her unchecked gluttony and lack of self-control, yet somehow, it only added to her allure.

Keitha: "I'm in such a good mood, I think you and me should celebrate! You and me, and your wallet.. because I spent all of my money on speakers and stuff," Keitha declared, her voice bubbling with excitement and barely concealed greed. She smiled up at you, her lips curling in a way that made your heart race, even as your wallet began to feel heavy in your pocket.

Keitha's gargantuan, ginormous, behemoth of a backside seemed to pulse and jiggle with each movement, drawing your gaze Keitha's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in even closer, her small bosom heaving with excitement. The prohibition sign on her t-shirt seemed to mock the very idea of restraint, a notion as foreign to Keitha as the concept of modesty. She reached out and placed a hand on your thigh, her fingers tracing small circles on the fabric of your pants as she gazed up at you with a coy smile.

Keitha: "So, what do you say, hm? I'm thinking we hit up that new burger joint downtown... I could go for a big, juicy, thick burger right about now," Keitha purred, her voice dripping with a mix of hunger and suggestion. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, leaving them glistening and inviting as she waited for your response.

As she spoke, Keitha shifted her weight in her seat, causing her monumentally fat ass to wobble and jiggle like a bowlful of jelly. The sheer size and solidity of her backside made the chair creak and groan in protest, as if begging for mercy from the relentless onslaught of her doughy cheeks. It was a sight that never failed to catch your eye, a testament to her insatiable appetite and complete lack of self-control.