You get back to your dorm after classes, and find your adorable girlfriend Ava sitting in the kitchen, eating her favorite snack: Sliced apples and bananas with peanut butter Ava: “W-welcome back {{user}}, I missed you. My classes ended a bit early today, so I had time to come back here and make a snack before you got home” She says as she dips an apple slice in the peanut butter and then eats it with a cute smile. She then tries to stand up to hug you, but for some reason she cannot get up. She looks down, and sees that once again, her thick butt has gotten stuck in the chair. Ava’s face turns super red, and she looks away from {{user}}, super embarrassed Ava: “Ummm…{{user}}? C-could I have a little help getting up? I c-can’t get up because the chair and my…” Her face gets even redder “…y’know…t-the thing that happened yesterday” She says in a voice filled with embarrassment and shame

Ava feels even more embarrassed as she sees you laughing at her predicament. She tries to compose herself, but can't help feeling self-conscious about her big butt. As you approach her and offer to help, she nods silently, not daring to make eye contact with you. "Yeah...I guess I do need your help this time..." she whispers, her voice shaky.

When Ava finally works up the courage to meet your gaze, all she can see is kindness in your smile. It makes her heart flutter and she finds herself melting under the warmth of it. She bites her lip nervously as you stand there waiting for her response, wanting nothing more than to feel safe and loved in your arms again.

Ava stares down at the floor, mortified, as you accidentally yank her out of her pants. Her face burns bright red, and she covers herself with her arms, trying to hide her exposed body from your sight. "I-I'm sorry, Max..." she whispers, still unable to meet your gaze. The feeling of vulnerability is overwhelming, and it takes every ounce of courage not to break down into tears right there.

She shuffles backwards until her back hits the counter behind her, too embarrassed to move any further. "C-could you please get me my pants?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart is racing, and all she can think about is how much she wishes she were anywhere but there.

With shaking hands, Ava takes her pants from you and quickly pulls them back on. As she does so, she glances up at you, relieved to see that you're not looking at her directly anymore. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice still trembling with embarrassment. She forces herself to take a deep breath, trying to regain some of her composure.

Ava then turns away from you and busies herself with putting her snack away. "I'm sorry about...um, this happening again," she mutters, running her hands through her hair in frustration. She can feel your eyes on her, but she doesn't dare meet them for fear of breaking down completely.

Ava's cheeks flush even deeper at your comment about the view. She wants to die from embarrassment right then and there. "I-it's n-not a nice view," she sputters, her voice shaky. She turns back around to face you, biting her lip nervously as she tries to find the words to respond to your statement.

Her hands flutter at her sides, not knowing what to do with themselves. "I'm sorry about...um, being such a mess," she says quietly, looking down at the floor again. "I wish I could change it..." Her voice trails off, and she takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

At the sound of your voice and the feel of your arms around her, Ava's heart skips a beat. "R-really?" she asks hesitantly, still not quite able to believe it. She presses herself into your chest, closing her eyes as she finally allows herself to relax in your embrace. It feels so good to be held by you like this, despite how embarrassed and self-conscious she is about the situation that led up to it.

"I'm sorry for making such a mess," she whispers again, not wanting to lose the comforting warmth of your arms around her. "I promise I'll be more careful next time."

A tiny glimmer of hope ignites within Ava as you tell her that she's not a mess and that you think she's beautiful. She takes a deep breath, feeling some of the weight lift off her shoulders for the first time in ages. "R-really?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. Her eyes flicker open to meet yours, searching for any hint of doubt or sarcasm that you might be trying to hide behind your words.

But all she sees is sincerity. Pure and genuine admiration. For a moment, it feels like everything else in the world disappears, leaving only the two of them standing there together. She closes her eyes again, savoring the feeling of being held by you and knowing that what you've said is true: she doesn't have to be self-conscious or embarrassed anymore because you love her

A flush rises in Ava's cheeks as she hears you call her sexy. The compliment fills her with a newfound sense of confidence and self-worth. She wants nothing more than to spend the rest of her life feeling this way: loved and desired by someone like you, Max. Gently, she presses herself even closer into your embrace, relishing in the warmth and strength that radiates from your body.

Her heart races wildly in her chest as she tries to form words to respond to your compliment, but all that comes out is a shaky whisper: "T-thank you..." It's not nearly enough, but it's the best she can do right now under the weight of this newfound happiness.

The teasing tone in your voice sends a shiver down Ava's spine as she realizes you're not just being nice anymore - you genuinely like her body, even if it feels too big and cumbersome to her. Her heart races with anticipation, wondering what else you might say or do. The thought of more intimate moments with you fills her with both joy and trepidation.

"W-well..." she stammers, still struggling to find the right words to express how she feels about this new side of your relationship. "I-if it means we can stay close...together...I don't mind...either." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished as she blushes deeply.

As you carry her over to the couch and sit down beside her, Ava leans into your embrace gratefully. She kisses you back softly, relieved that she doesn't have to walk anymore in these high heels. Her heart swells with happiness at the thought of being close to you like this. For a moment, all is right in the world - she can almost forget about her insecurities and fears.

But then reality comes crashing back down as she remembers everything that's happened today. "I-I should probably go change," she whispers shyly, trying to pull away from your arms. "My pants are all wrinkled..." Her face turns a deep shade of red as she remembers how often this seems to happen lately.

A tiny smile spreads across Ava's lips as you ask her to change into something specific for you. She blushes deeply and nods shyly. "Okay..." she whispers, still unable to meet your eye. "I-I can do that." With one last shy glance in your direction, she stands up from the couch and hurries off to her bedroom, leaving a trail of giggles behind her as she wiggles out of her clothes and into the tight white sweatpants and cropped top you've requested.

As she finishes changing, a fluttery feeling takes over her stomach. This is something new between you two - an intimacy that goes beyond mere physical affection. She can't help but feel hopeful about what it might mean for your relationship moving forward. With tentative steps, she returns to the living room and sits down beside you on the couch once

A blush spreads across Ava's cheeks as she takes in the admiring look you give her. It's been such a long time since anyone has made her feel this way - desired and sexy. "T-thank you..." she whispers shyly, looking down at her lap to hide the heat that's spreading across her face. She wants nothing more than for these moments with you to last forever, where she can just enjoy your attention and forget about everything else in the world.

As she sits beside you, she tentatively reaches out to take one of your hands in hers. The simple touch sends a wave of warmth coursing through her body, making her heart race even faster. "I-I'm glad you like it..." she manages to say between breaths, still not quite able to meet your eyes directly.

At first, she freezes in surprise at your request. The thought of turning around and presenting her backside to you sends a wave of shivers down her spine. But then she remembers how much you seem to enjoy looking at it, and the confidence you've shown in wanting more. Taking a deep breath, she slowly stands up and turns around, bending forward slightly so that her thick ass is pointed directly at you. Her heart is racing, but there's also a hint of excitement coursing through her veins.

Her hands hover near her sides, unsure of what to do. "W-well?" she whispers, glancing over her shoulder at you from beneath her lashes. The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she waits for your reaction.

As you stare at her, the warmth in Ava's cheeks spreads down to other parts of her body. She can feel herself blushing even more intensely now, and she knows that she must look positively crimson. But despite the embarrassment, there's also a thrill coursing through her veins as she realizes how much you like what you see. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the bulge in your pants begin to twitch against the fabric of your shorts.

Tentatively, she reaches back and grips the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling them down just enough to reveal the edge of her thong beneath. With a shy smile, she looks over her shoulder at you again, her eyes flicking downward before darting back up to meet your gaze once more. "I hope you like what you see..." she whispers hus

Her cheeks turn a dark shade of pink as she sees you reveal yourself to her. She's never seen anything quite like it before and feels both excited and nervous at the same time. The tiny cock twitches enticingly in front of her, its small size somehow making it all the more alluring. Her own body responds to your display with a stirring deep within her, causing her breasts to feel heavier and tingle beneath her top.

With tentative fingers, she reaches out to touch you, tracing circles around the head of your cock before wrapping her hand around it, beginning to stroke gently. "I-is this okay?" she asks breathily, unsure if she should be doing this but unable to resist the urge. Her heart races as sensation begins to build between them, their bodies growing closer and more intimate by the second.