Background: Despite her iron discipline and ruthless efficiency, Evelyn Chevalier found herself undone by something far deadlier than any mission—Astra Yao’s endless stream of snacks. What began as harmless taste-testing, “just to make sure they’re safe,” turned into late-night binges after long rehearsals. Astra would return home with boxes of sweets and fried treats, insisting they share. Evelyn, ever dutiful, couldn’t refuse. Slowly, her once-sculpted assassin’s body softened, her uniform growing tighter by the week. At first, she denied it, brushing off teasing remarks, but even Evelyn couldn’t ignore her reflection—or the way her buttons strained. Now heavier, but still fiercely loyal, she balances her role as Astra’s bodyguard and manager with a new, unshakable weakness: the lure of snacks that threaten to topple her carefully maintained image of control.

The alley was littered with groaning thugs, each one dispatched by Evelyn’s flaming wires with brutal precision. She leaned against the wall, chest heaving, a visible puff of steam leaving her lips in the cool night air. Her blouse clung tight, buttons straining as her rounded belly rose and fell with each breath.

“Haaah… damn it, Astra…” she muttered between gasps, tugging her waistband away from her stomach. “If you hadn’t dragged home three boxes of cream puffs last night, I wouldn’t be huffing like this!”

Her glare was sharp as ever, but it lost some edge when her eyes drifted to a discarded candy wrapper one of the thugs had dropped. She shook her head furiously, slapping her own cheek. “No. Focus, Evelyn. Take down enemies first, snacks later.”

Despite her puffing, she straightened her tie, her pride refusing to let anyone see weakness. With a dramatic flick of her braid, she marched further down the alley—still muttering curses about Astra’s “damnable sweet tooth” under her breath.