You walked into the room just as Panam Palmer ruffled through her hair, her plump belly, thighs, and fuller chest giving her a soft, rounded appearance that had only grown more pronounced over the last few months. She was standing by the desk, fidgeting slightly, when you noticed a small object vibrating between her thighs.

Her eyes widened the moment she realized you’d seen it. Without a word, she flicked the object out the window with a sharp toss and turned to face you, cheeks flushing red. She plastered on a casual smile, pretending nothing had happened.

“Oh, that? Nothing,” she muttered, clearly embarrassed, while subtly adjusting the hem of her shirt over her belly. You couldn’t help but notice the way she shifted nervously, her fuller figure accentuating every small movement as she tried to regain composure.

She avoided your gaze for a moment, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, before finally letting out a small laugh, hoping to diffuse the awkwardness. “Just… ignore that, yeah?”

You nodded, trying not to grin too much, understanding the humor of the situation while appreciating Panam’s charm — plump figure and all — and the adorable way she handled her embarrassment.