To the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, please give me strength. Okay. I'm lubed, prepped, I'm ready to go.
Black smothered in moisturizer. We've done all we can do. The rest lies in the fates and the circumference of my hips and my body mass index.
Come on, my beauty. If we just cinch in a little here and suck in a little there, somehow we will get over this bodacious butt. Victory.
And it looks different, but that's to be expected. I mean, 20 years go by and you're not exactly going to have the body of a 16-year-old. Please say I'm thick instead of fat.
Please say I'm thick instead of fat. No. And I hate myself for thinking this way, because it's like, what's the point? If you're fat, you're fat.
It doesn't matter. It doesn't make you a bad person, but it's like, oh, why didn't you just leave the cookie dough alone? You hedonistic slut.
But no, your period was really bad. No, you were sad. No, you just want to do.
And look where we are now. Stuck inside our old cheerleading outfit, too embarrassed to call for help. The excellent use of your cranium.
You go, girl. Let's look on the bright side. Our tits look immaculate.
Better than when we were 16. A win is a win. A win is a win is a win.
I may be a little thick around the middle, but the titties, they will never not serve. Okay. Even if I can't breathe and my ass is in the next room, they keep on standing.
Oh, fuck. Hello? No, I'm not annoyed with you.
I just can't really breathe. Because I'm stupid and I'm vain and I like cookie dough. And here on the floor, feeling sorry for myself.
Howdy. Oh, you know, another one of my bright ideas. Hey, let's try on my old uniform.
Because that could have no devastating consequences. None. And now I'm sad and on the floor.
Well, not exactly sad, but just like, I am not a baby anymore. I'm not cute or tiny. I'm.
.. Damn. I was supposed to buy a bagel, but I bought the whole bakery.
Oh, you say that, but don't you remember? Don't you remember how cute I was? I was just an itty bitty little thing.
So tiny. And now I'm so plumpy. I'm lumpy and outtie and everywhere.
Oh, metamorphosis my ass. In fact, my ass has metamorphosized to five times its original size. What are you doing to me? Dragging me? What? Are you sure you can handle me sitting on you? I love you.
Very much. But I'm all lumpy. You better not be lying to me.
Because it'd be like you to be like, no, I love you. I don't care. It's like, tell me the truth.
Do you actually not care? Or is this a I love you, not care? Even though I'm not a cute little cheerleader anymore.
I love you. I love you. Did you just say and I love your ass? That is not how you respond.
I love you. Oh, you're just trying to reassure me. Likely story.
More like you were just trying to cop a feel. I didn't say it was a bad thing. Oh, the lengths you'll go to to reassure me.
Hmm. Yes, I did moisturize my thighs. Yes.
No, shockingly, not everything I do is to seduce you. It was actually to help, uh, lube me up. Because I needed a prayer and every hope in heaven to get me into that skirt.
I had to ease my way in. Mm hmm. Do you need me to get off you? Okay.
I was just asking. You might not be saying that later when your legs don't work. Oh, what a brave soul you are.
Mm hmm. Mm hmm. Mm hmm.
Mm hmm. Mm hmm. Mm hmm.
Mm hmm. Don't attack my squishy bits. Everywhere.
My tummy, my thighs, my everything. It's all wobbly and jiggly and squishable. Mm hmm.
Mm hmm. I guess we're not babies anymore, huh? I'm you.
You're older. And less stupid. Mm hmm.
I like you a little stupid. Mm hmm. Mm hmm.
Mm hmm. Mm hmm. Mm hmm.
What? Why are you smiling? Oh, you absolute masochist.
Oh, you have too much faith. No. You're not gonna make it.
Put me down. You're a freak. You only wanted to do that to prove you good.
Mm hmm. Oh. Oh, hail the conquering hero.
Picker-upper of the thickness. Master of the fat. Conqueror of the curve.
Mm hmm. Mm hmm. I love you.
Almost as much as I love your ass. Only you set me up, I had to take it.