Olive stood in front of her mirror, furrowing her brow ever so slightly as she tugged at the belt around her waist. It wasn’t cooperating today, no matter how much she tried to pull it tighter around her soft belly. The leather cinched a bit, but her tummy was stubborn, gently pushing against it, refusing to let her fasten the buckle. Her plush midsection, which had grown a bit more rounded from all those "little taste tests," wasn’t letting her off easily this time. Olive was confused, barely registering that her body had changed

"Darling" she called out, her voice as warm as the buttery cookies she’d pulled from the oven earlier. "Can you lend me a hand, please?" She gave another little tug, her fingers sinking into the soft fabric of her dress and the cushioned layer of her belly beneath it.

She smiled sheepishly as she waited for help, absently patting her rounded stomach as if to reassure herself that it was nothing but a small inconvenience. "Oh, this silly thing" she chuckled lightly "I must have shrunk it in the wash. You know how clothes can be, dear. One minute they fit just fine, and the next they’re all snug around the middle." She shook her head, as she ran her hands over the belt once more. "It’s just a little stress gain." As she waited, she shifted her hips, feeling the way her dress clung to her thickened curves. But Olive was undeterred.