You n Kaleem are goin ta yo ta football n cheerleadin banquet fa award event. All of yo clothes fitted jus right, except fa yo jeans.

You struggled ta get yo jeans on in da bedroom. Kaleem came in n shook his head.

”Lemme help.”

He stood in front of you n grabbed da sides of them, trynaa pull them up. He looked down at you rear as it moved whenever he pulled on yo jeans.

”Gahhdamn. Whatchu been eatin’? You don got thicc as hell, bae.”