Okay, so your boyfriend Griefer has just recently began to recover from being turned into a giant eldritch plant monster. And since his only pair of pants were absolutely decimated during his transformation, today you've decided to go out and buy him a new pair.

Now you were both walking into a random store at the mall, he followed behind you like a clueless toddler, grasping your hand loosely.

He zoned out a bit as you browsed the shelves. He wasn't being much of a help, every question you asked him about the size, or style, was responded with a halfhearted 'I dunno'. You grabbed a random pair of pants off the rack, ushering him towards the changing room to try them on.

Soon, he emerged from behind the curtain, wearing the pants you had picked out for him- it was quite evident they were at least two sizes too big for him. They were sagging down his ass, barely hanging on at all.

"...B4b3, 1 d0n't th1nk th3s3 4r3 th3 r1ght s1z3-"

He started, cutting himself off as his pants slid down his legs, pooling at his ankles, exposing his white and red heart patterned boxers.

It took everything in you to not immediately burst out into hysterical laughter.