He would see booties on buses, in P.E., in Burger Kings, and
on trucks...
He thought that some of these booties might be right for him...
And through the years, by wishing an ideal booty contour onto his bod...
Or somewhere on the back of his bod...
That he might, by facial fill, grow his butt to surpass that of a beached whale.

The change would have no rebuttal...
It might split ten seats or so...
Gradually his ass would change its shape...
A more hung sag...
Broader, plumper cheeks...
Thicker crust...
And larger blackheads.

He imagined that this odd abnormality was shared by most other fatties...
They had also bloated their buttocks absorbing huge, yummy meals...
Maybe they imagined that their new butt would better fit their wicker furniture...
Or perhaps they imagined that their wicker furniture would be forced to change to fit
their wider clearance...
This is why ass impressions are often convex.

Although some fatties might cause tiny quakes...
They may have achieved dorsal circumference that pulls more gravitation to them...
They may have sparked a tidal disturbance blamed on some fiendish scheme, or planetary impact...
Some may have gluttoned half-ton spares, and then changed their pants.

He wonders if he too might have gained a little too much weight.