Is "thicc" a description

Jim took a few moments to gather his thoughts as he stood among the people in line at the coffee shop. The morning had been one hellish commute, with a semi jack-knifing on the interstate and causing a miles-long traffic jam, he had barely managed to get to his desk before the senior management came calling for him to gather his team and rush out into yet another day-long affair not of his own making. He barely had enough time to grab his padfolio, some pens, and to look at his face in the mirror he kept in his desk and touching up a bit, making sure that he had managed to do his make-up before getting up and running down the hall. It still made him feel a bit uneasy that he hadn't spent as long as he should've on his face but he still felt a bit better wearing some than nothing (and it just made him feel...well..naked without it. Did that even make sense?)

As he approached the front of the line, he noticed that the girl who usually took his order wasn't working today, instead a younger person stood there and greeted him with a nice nod. "I'll take..."

"A double double special, right?" She laughed a little as she took his card and swiped it. "I've been working on your order on the other end of things."

He nodded. "Sorry, I thought you looked familiar. Where's Jessica?"

"Oh, she's not working here anymore, she got a job downtown at the other branch. I'll tell her you said hi, though." She glanced up and smiled again as she handed him his receipt and card. "You look great, by the way. Shade #9?"

Jim nodded. "Thought I'd try something new."

"I like it, matches your hair and skin tone. Good job!"

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With the cup sitting off to his left, he looked at his lunch and then at the magazines on his desk. A few new monthly business journals, a magazine to his alumni association, nothing really all that interesting or mind-relaxing, and he instead turned back to the quiz in front of him. When in doubt...

8.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU BE SPORTY?

Laura was not in any way, shape, or form sporty nor would he even think of calling her remotely fit. It wasn't that she was fat or overweight, if anything she went the opposite direction, and her beanpole figure didn't help cut any glances in her way that not wearing nicer clothes or dressing up or wearing makeup already excluded. She was not shapely at all and thus he didn't really lie when he said he was attracted to her brains and her personality (which, let's be honest, was barely there.)

Angela was a bit more shapely though, no doubt she hadn't gotten it from her mother's side, but she too was not all that much to look at. No ass worth mentioning, small boobs, barely any curves. The only saving grace, from what he had heard, was her legs. They were long for someone of her height (being all of 5'3") and she worked to keep them nice to look at. He supposed that it wasn't too far to say that she was likely not going to make much of an impact doing anything remotely public-facing. Perhaps being a nurse would be helpful in that regard.

He looked around the store and watched a few women walking in and around, sitting at tables, and none of them really noticed that he was there looking at them (a blessing, perhaps, or a simple acknowledgment that he wasn't worth noticing which, if that was the case, ouch.) He continued to observe as he returned back to his desk and was still caught up in his thoughts as he returned home and went on his daily jog with Sean. It was only after he got back, and finished showering, did he finally decide to throw caution to the wind and go for it. This is just an exercise in imagination, not like it would actually happen.

I would be sporty enough to work out and be fit but my body would be, as they call, thicc.

He laughed at that last one and turned his attention back to dinner, not noticing how his hips and thighs slowly became wider and rounder, though still far from being able to alarm his mind or anyone else who may have been looking a bit closer. With Angela coming around to help, the two of them stood at the kitchen counter and laughed a little as Jim caught her before she burned the pasta and she, in turn, giggled as a bit of water splashed on his yellow shirt.

Dinner and a movie later, with his daughter back upstairs in her room, he finished locking up for the night and slowly walked over to the bedroom, not noticing the way his widened hips were causing him to sway a little or how, at the moment, they had filled out the yoga pants he had kept on due to their comfort and shape. A part of him wondered why he was wearing a gray with pink striped pants or how they had even gotten into his drawers but the feeling of them stretching and shaping his legs made him feel it was okay, he must've bought it, and didn't bother thinking of it. Besides, as he looked in the drawers, there were multiple stretchy yoga pants and tights anyway, it was fine.

Jim spent a few minutes cleaning and wiping his face clear of any makeup and then added some night-time skin cream and lotioned up his arms and neck. As he continued to put the lotion on, his skin slowly darkened another shade to now a golden color, like he had been in the sun for weeks, blending with his black hair until it appeared he had always had black hair...which he supposed he had.

Slipping under the covers, he took one last look at the makeup magazines before placing the quiz on top and turning off the light.

9.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU WEAR HIGH HEELS?