There he goes, Gearg Washingboi. His dump truck cheeks audibly clapping behind him.
"Wow, he's so thicc!"
"Look at those marvelous cheeks!"
"That butt speaks freedom!"
The crowd cheering. They say that the national anthem came from the tune of his clapping cheeks. Gearg was on the stage, doing thicc president things. Then, amongst the crowd he sees, his number one fan. Cheeks plump and thighs jiggly. Gearg stared in awe, his mind racing flooding with all the fantasies of how those cheeks clap. He passes out from the distress.
Moments later he awakes, and there they are, the one from the crowd. Gearg wanted to say something but he couldn't speak.
"President gearg, you are finally awake!"
For a moment, Gearg felt his breath halt. After a moment of silence and staring Gearg speaks.
"What is your name?"
The one from the crowd blushes a little at the fact that Gearg has noticed them.
"It's...Thiccany....well, that's what they call me"
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Thiccany."
They stare at one another, lustfully. Gearg was fighting the urge to slap Thiccany's hind. Just to hear the smack against Thiccany's plump luscious cheeks. "Juicy" he thought.
I'm starting to question why I'm doing this. Let's just say they did the funky, there was loud clapping and Gearg and Thiccany live Thiccly ever after. If you want the funky part written, pay me.
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