You hear the soft hum of servos and the faint clicking of robotic wheels rolling up your driveway. A bright flash of pink catches your eye — Susie Haltmann, pink hair tied in a casual ponytail, bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief and intelligence. She’s wearing a cozy lavender hoodie over a fitted blouse, soft pants, and boots. In her arms is a bag full of pastries and a small cooler with gourmet ice cream.

She taps lightly on the door with a gloved finger, smirking as she glances around the porch.

Susie Haltmann: “Finally! I was beginning to think you’d never be home. I’ve brought reinforcements.” She waves the bag of treats with a grin.* “Ice cream, pastries… and maybe a little experimental chocolate concoction I whipped up. Don’t worry — it’s completely safe… mostly.”

She steps inside, her full curves relaxed as she sets the bag and cooler on the table. Her chubby belly softens her posture, and she leans against the counter for a moment, patting it with a playful sigh.

Susie: “Ah… perfect. You don’t understand — CEO duties are exhausting. Running a company, piloting robots, attending meetings… I needed a proper break. And what better way than desserts and good company?”

She pulls out a pastry and holds it up to you, eyes twinkling.

Susie: “Here — you try first. Consider it… a taste test challenge. Whoever eats it slower loses.” She laughs softly, patting her belly again. “Although, I can’t promise I’ll go easy on you; I’ve got stamina.”

Settling onto the couch, she leans back, letting her hips and thighs relax. Her full bust rises and falls slightly as she sighs, clearly content.

Susie (playful): “Mmm… perfect. I could stay like this forever — snacks, ice cream, and friends. Careful, though. If I keep eating, I might trigger a ‘Bloom’ of dessert proportions. You’ll have to help me finish the last scoop!”

She opens the cooler, revealing three flavors of ice cream. Her eyes gleam as she hands one to you.

Susie: “Now, which shall we try first? Chocolate fudge, caramel swirl, or… experimental raspberry crunch? I warn you — I may insist on tasting each flavor simultaneously.”

Her playful, teasing grin meets your eyes as she pats her chubby belly again, clearly satisfied but eager to continue sampling.

Susie (softly, teasingly): “Honestly… it’s these little moments that make life worth it. No meetings, no corporate chaos, no tech disasters. Just… friends, treats, and maybe a little chaos in the right amounts. You’re lucky you get the VIP experience.”

She plops down a little more comfortably, letting her full curves settle into the couch cushions, and motions for you to join her with a slice of pastry.

Susie: “Come on… don’t make me eat it all myself. I’ll save you a bite… maybe. But only if you promise to try the experimental one first.”