Yes he is!

Before you can respond, Justin appears next to you with a polite wave and greeting. His short blond hair is styled back neatly, and he’s dressed in fitted white clothes that look both sharp and stylish. Standing beside you, he doesn’t seem that short, but once Jamal greets him, the contrast makes both your smaller heights stand out.

The three of you exchange greetings and head towards the sleek store Justin had chosen earlier, a place he likes to visit for new outfits.

“Alright, first stop,” Jamal announces, leading the way to the entrance, where bold lettering and mannequins flaunt the tightest, most form-fitting pants imaginable. The glass door slides open with a quiet hiss, and the three of you step into a wave of cool air. The scent of new fabric and leather lingers as bright lights highlight rows of garments designed to emphasize curves and muscle alike.

Justin, who had seemed a little strange the first time you met, feels different this time, more present, more focused. Maybe it’s because Sarah isn’t around, or maybe because it’s just the three of you. Or maybe he’s simply in his element here.

Without much preamble, Justin leaves you and Jamal behind, darting from rack to rack with practiced ease. Short or long, jeans or leggings, black or blue, he browses through them all. After pulling several pairs, he piles them into your arms.

“Here, take these. At least one of them should look good and feel comfortable,” he says quickly before continuing his hunt.

Watching him dart around, Jamal chuckles. “Little guy’s got an eye for fashion. I’m impressed.”

“Yeah, seems like it,” you say, glancing down at the growing stack of pants in your arms.

“Let’s try them on. Wanna see how they fit you.” Jamal leads you to the fitting rooms.

You step into a small cabin while he settles on a bench just outside, facing the stall. Inside, you peel off your uncomfortable pants and tug on a pair of light blue jeans. The fabric resists, and you struggle to pull them over your thick ass, but after a brief fight, they slide up your round flesh. You button them closed and step out.

Jamal’s eyes widen the moment he sees you. “Damn, Emile. I didn’t know pants could look that good on someone.”

You grin brightly and glance at yourself in the large mirror mounted on the wall. Turning from side to side, you have to admit these jeans fit incredibly well. They hug your curves perfectly, showing off your shape and instantly boosting your confidence.

The sight of you sends a jolt of satisfaction through Jamal. Your white bubble butt is even more pronounced, the denim clinging to your body in all the right ways. Studying you, he asks, “How do they feel? Any discomfort?”

You move around a little, testing the fabric. “They actually feel pretty soft. Yeah, it was hard to get them on, but now they don’t feel cramped at all. That’s great.” Your smile grows, nothing you’ve worn before has ever felt this good.

“Come on, try the others. Justin will be back soon with more, and we’ve still got several other stores to hit after this one,” Jamal says with an encouraging grin.

Back inside the cabin, you try on pair after pair. Some fit perfectly but feel too tight, others don’t even make it over your thick ass. Each time you step out, Jamal’s gaze follows, drawn to the way the fabric hugs your body. His eyes hold a glint that teeters between friendly approval and something more.

“Yeah, those definitely show off your assets,” he comments on a particularly stretchy pair, his voice carrying a teasing double meaning as his gaze traces the shape of your body.

There is a pair of very tight-fitting hotpants, that aren't your style at all, you have never even thought of wearing something this short. But maybe this is the right way towards feeling confortable in your own body. Still would you even look good in those?