First things first, be careful opening these and putting them on!! I feel like you could rip them if you do it too fast or hard. You can't see through this pair, it is pretty flattering except if you have cellulite I think you would be able to see it. That's one out of the two reasons for the 4 stars. The second reason would be because of the holes in the back where it is runched. I saw in the other reviews where some holes appear bigger than others so it kind of looks like they are ripped or something, and that is how these are. It really isn't that bad though and if you really look its just how they are. I haven't worked out in these or done any stretching yet so I can't comment on that. I'm 5'10, 175 lbs at the moment and bought a medium. They fit like a true medium, and are long enough for me. Right out of the bag you wouldn't think they would fit because they look so small but they stretch like you wouldn't believe! I wouldn't mind if they were a tad bit longer but they go to my ankles. They are flattering though I just think because of my shape my booty looks better in the soft booty pants. These would look amazing on anybody though! So far no rips or anything but will update if anything happens.

This is the story of a boy who had big, big dreams. Dreams of doing something unique with his life. He wanted to make a giant difference in the world. But genetics would have none of it, and the boy was born without an ass.

All of his Dreams involved those very butt cheeks he so severely yearned for. But, unfortunately, these dreams were crushed before he could truly recognize them. No longer could he hope to be a Calvin Klein Underwear Model or a Back-Up Dancer in a Salt & Pepper video (even with today's CGI). Plumer's crack? Nope, more like a hair-line fracture. Couldn't even be a racecar or truck driver without many cushions on the seat.

And then, one day, the boy sees an ad for something that ignited his heart. Something he knew would change his life forever. He wasted no time and instantly purchased the product. Knowing that from that moment forward, nothing would ever be the same.

Each day he took the elevator down (a boy is now a man with bad knees, so the stairs are a lot, especially if it's raining) to the mailbox, hoping to find his life-altering package. Days turned to weeks, and weeks quickly became months.

That flame that had recently been ignited in the boy was now fading. Maybe it wasn't meant to be? But, on the other hand, perhaps this was the life he was supposed to live. No sitting for long periods or no wearing pants without a belt. If there was a god, it was clear god didn't want the boy to ever feel that sensation when your butt cheeks shake during the perfect twerk.

Just when the boy was about to give up. Just when he was coming to terms with the fact that he'd forever have to worry about fracturing his tailbone when he fell. A package arrives... from China.
The envelope, once white and a symbol of hope and happiness, was now stained and dirty. Upon closer inspection, it even had a faint smell of mothballs and gasoline.

"Where have you been? Who hurt you?" The boy ponders while gripping the package. For a moment, he related deeply to the package, for the cruel world had damaged them both, and they were both incredibly flat in the back. If not a little concave but a deep hunger to be more convex. (this was a stretch, sorry.. I was trying too hard to use both concave and convex. I don't know why.)

He too had been mishandled before, so he opened the package with the softest of touches, careful not to destroy that outer layer that protected the package from the cruel world.

His heart was racing as he slowly entered the package. It wasn't his first time, but something told him this moment was special. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath; he had to savor this moment; who knew when a moment like this would present itself to someone like him? And suddenly, he felt an intense rush blast through his body, and he knew he had to pull out. He couldn't maintain this any longer. He closed his eyes, bit down on his lower lip, leaned back, and pulled out with a quivering gasp.

Heart still racing, he sat there panting, eyes closed, trying to store a snapshot of that moment forever. That feeling of that rush was like a drug he didn't understand. If he could bottle that, he wouldn't even sell it, he'd keep it to overdose on it daily. He was scared to look out of fear or disappointment. But he knew he must, out of respect for the package. The package that, like him, had already been through so much.

Slowly he opened his eyes. Not all at once; he couldn't handle that. First, the left eye, just enough for light to break through his supple eyelashes. The right eye slowly followed. He slowly moved his gaze to his lap. His heart started to race again as his eyes focused on the aftermath of his pulling out so quickly.

There was everything he'd been waiting for crumpled in a flaming hot mess.

Something came over him, he was compelled to be inside again, but this time he knew it would be different. This time he knew it was forever. This time he'd make it last.

He quickly exited his shorts and underwear. He couldn't wait to have his skin against it. To feel its soft touch against his overly hairy legs. This was going to cause some static issues, but he knew in his heart this static shock wouldn't be the shock people would remember.

As he stood there in his kitchen, completely naked aside from the vast forests of body hair, he was hit by a wave of doubt.
"What if.."

"NO! Not this time." He shouts loudly, having only himself to convince.

As he pulls them up to him, the energy is electric. He felt every inch as they hugged his legs and slowly made their way to their recommended destination. It wasn't a smooth motion, not like he'd seen in the movies. There was some fumbling and some awkward maneuvering. You could tell he was nervous, and he'd never done this before. But it didn't matter. He was in and much deeper than he expected.

At that moment, he had an idea. But, no, this was a deep, burning desire; He had to watch! So he awkwardly moves them to the bathroom, trying not to break contact. Given the pleasure of this situation, maybe he will use Amazon Prime to buy a mirror for the kitchen. But today, he will make do with what he has.

Stumbling into the bathroom like a drunken one-legged pirate after two bottles of rum trying to flee. He finally gets his balance. This feels so different, he's going to have to make some adjustments. But before he learns to live this new life. He needs a photo..

He snapped his photo and just stood there, not moving. He didn't want to ruin the moment. He wanted this moment to last forever.

And then, with a shifting of his weight, everything changed. Suddenly they were inside of him but from the back. He broke out in a sweat, he wasn't sure this was the life he wanted. Is this what life would be like with it?

Item was as expected. Very comfortable.

Fit like intended

Looks good