Bill tossed his old jeans aside and went over to the women's pants.
"These'll do the trick." Bill said as he grabbed a pair of jeans.
"Are you sure those are gonna fit?" Tammy asked, watching the women's jeans slip effortlessly over Bill's ass.
"How do I look?" Bill innocently asked, showing Tammy his jeans at every angle.
"G-Great." a flustered Tammy replied.
Those jeans hugged Bill's big fat butt so tight that she didn't even care that his dick was visible from an angle.... almost like it wasn't there...
Her thought was cut off by Bill falling flat on his face.
He kept stumbling and tripping as they walked around, throwing his sneakers out in frustration.
"I can't balance in those things!" he said annoyed.
This was a little weird; those sneakers were just fine this past couple of months.
He walked off behind the shoes to get something else.
Tammy started to wonder what was going on: first he randomly puts panties on, then he has to put on women's jeans, and now this?
Why wasn't she saying anything about it?
Bill strolled back out wearing 6 inch high heeled boots with fur trim, and they were somehow easier to walk in.
But as soon as Tammy saw how much Bill's booty was jiggling with each step, she stopped caring and went back to drooling over it.