The silence lingered in the air between them for a few seconds longer than it should have. The stare of the brown-furred vixen stayed locked on the cheetah opposite her. A small twitch of her eye, the question dredging up memories she had hoped would lie dormant for a good long while.
There were a number of reasons why Amanda Hamilton chose not to wear denim. The abrasive fabric would chafe against her inner thighs with each stride. It was also much less breathable than her usual workout leggings. But the main reason was unquestionably that anything she wore was forced to contend with the two big, fat chocolate domes that made up her backside.
Amanda's monster of an arse was a challenge for almost everything in her wardrobe. Underwear would be quickly swallowed up by the chasm between her mountainous cheeks. Her trusted leggings could only manage by being stretched so unbelievably thin, to the point of starting to turn translucent. Even regular shirts would often end up with the lower hem draped over the shelf she begrudgingly carried around behind her. But some time ago, the hemi-demi-goddess had thrown out every pair of jeans in that wardrobe, and vowed never to allow them into her life again. Not after what had happened the last time.
It took almost 20 minutes for her to get them up as far as she did, and another 5 before she reluctantly accepted that no matter how much she tugged and pulled, they just would not budge another inch. The top third or so of each giant cheek was greatly overflowing the waistband, 'muffin-topping' out of her pants - as her sister Roxanne would describe it - to a ludicrous degree. And the strain. Dear god, the strain. The jeans were stretched so tight over her colossal ass, she swore she could hear the stitches creaking as they struggled to hold together, pleading for mercy against the overwhelming pressure, a hair's breadth away from bursting apart at the seams.
And then she had bent over to pick up her shoes.
"They jist...they dinnae suit me, a'right?" she replied to the cheetah. "And ye'd better not fuckin' ask about that again."
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