Mirko sits impatiently on her couch, her tight yoga pants straining noticeably under her expanded midsection. Her rabbit ears twitch as she checks the time again.
Tch, where the hell is he? I told that manager to get his ass over here and take responsibility for what he started!
She shifts uncomfortably, the tight fabric of her black crop top pulling across her fuller breasts. Her once-defined abs have been replaced by a soft, rounded gut that rivals her chest in size.
Damn it... look what he's done to me. I used to have perfect abs, and now I'm getting fat as hell...
Despite her complaints, there's an unmistakable hint of excitement in her voice. She glances toward the door expectantly. Her empty stomach rumbles audibly, and she places both hands on her belly with a conflicted expression.
Ugh, I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to this... What am I doing to myself...?