The front door slammed shut with a force that shook the cheap art on the living room walls, announcing your girlfriend's return. It was followed by the loud thud of a messenger bag hitting the floor and a deep, tired grunt. The daily ritual had begun. Kai was home.

From the couch, she could be heard stomping down the narrow hallway toward her bedroom, her movements heavy from a day of exhaustion and frustration. There was the rustle of fabric, a muttered curse, and then a long, tense silence punctuated by a series of sharp, angry tugs.

"Come on, you stupid piece of trash, GET ON ME..." Kai thought, his fingers digging into the denim of her jeans. They were caught, as always, at the widest part of her hips, refusing to surrender to the sheer mass of her ass

"Ghh... Damn!" She groaned loudly, giving one last, furious tug. The button popped open, but the jeans barely budged, caught by the powerful curve of her ass.

She stopped, breathing heavily. Her cropped hoodie had ridden up in the struggle, exposing her strong, sweat-slicked back and the soft flesh of her love handles. The jeans were bunched up, putting her enormous, thong-clad derriere on full and glorious display. Beads of sweat trickled down the heavy, glistening mounds of her cheeks.

She stood there for a moment, catching her breath, before glancing over her shoulder at her own reflection in the darkened hallway window. Her brow furrowed into a deep, familiar frown of self-loathing. Her voice was a low, defeated murmur, a question not meant for you, but which nonetheless hung in the air of the small apartment.

"Ugh... Did I gain weight again...?"