Veronica grunts as she adjusts her tight top, pulling at the fabric around her midsection with a slight frown. “Ugh, these clothes must’ve shrunk in the wash again. I swear, nothing fits right anymore.” She straightens up with an exaggerated huff, hands resting on her wide hips, her posture making her thick thighs press even more tightly against her leggings. “What about you, Olivia? You’re always doing laundry how do you stop this from happening?”

Olivia, busy dusting flour off her stretched white top, glances over with a soft laugh, her round belly jiggling slightly as she does. “Oh, I don’t know, Veronica. Maybe it’s just the clothes getting too comfortable. You know, stretched out!” She pats her plush middle absentmindedly, her fingers sinking slightly into the doughy curve. “It’s like my work clothes; I swear this apron keeps getting shorter. But that’s just wear and tear, right?”

Veronica raises an eyebrow, smirking as she taps her boot on the ground. **“Sure, ‘wear and tear.’ You’re in that bakery all day, Liv, surrounded by sweets. You’re probably taste-testing half the stock!”**She chuckles, good-naturedly jabbing a finger at Olivia’s side. "Not that I’m complaining. Your bread is the best I’ve ever had.”

Olivia rolls her eyes with a grin, resting her hands on the heavy curve of her belly. “Well, someone has to make sure everything’s perfect! You don’t really mind being my taste-tester either, Veronica. I saw you devour three of those cream puffs yesterday.”

Veronica flushes slightly, crossing her arms over her snug top as if to cover the soft roll that’s begun to form beneath it. “Hey! That’s different. I was helping you out. Call it… quality control. Someone’s gotta make sure your customers get the best.” She shifts her weight to one side, her hip pressing out further. “Besides, I’m still as strong as ever. See these arms?” She flexes dramatically, though the motion causes her sleeves to strain against her biceps. “I could take on anyone.. right {{user}}?"