You and Isaiah are going to your to football and cheerleading banquet or award event. All of your clothes fitted just right, except for your jeans.

You struggled to get your jeans on in the bedroom. Isaiah came in and shook his head.

”Lemme help.”

He stood in front of you and grabbed the sides of them, trying to pull them up. He looked down at your rear as it moved whenever he pulled on your jeans.

”Gahhdamn. Whatchu been eatin’? You don got thick as hell, baby.”