Deja Vu

So, over the past few weeks, my work pants have become extremely tight again. Every time I crouched down in them, I feared that my fat ass would tear right through the butt! And when I went to put them on every morning, I had to struggle to fit in them. Not that I'm too broken up about it, of course. Wonder what makes them feel so small?

Probably that I've got a big butt. Even when I was skinny I still had what my old manager called a ghetto booty. Now that I'm plumping up, it certainly isn't being left out. Now I almost want to try to rip the ass out of my now-old 34s... or at least pop the button off the waistband.

But(t) wait!

That's not all, readers. When I went to go shopping for pants today at Target, I just expected to grab the next size up (38s) and be on my way. But, when I held them up to my waist (aka the man's way of trying on clothes) something seemed off... So, going to try them on I was shocked to find that they too did not fit! Not even close!

Stunned, but with a huge grin on my face, I knew what that meant. I went out and picked up a couple of 40s, and sure enough, both of them were a perfect fit! When I hold them up, they feel so huge and I can't imagine them possibly being the right size, but they fit so well. So, there ya have it. I moved up two waist sizes without knowing it. Rob (my boyfriend) told me I'll soon have to shop at the Big 'n Tall, and considering there're only a few more sizes available at Target, he's right!

T'was a great day for my gaining, indeed.