Carrie arranged jars of peppermint sticks, her small chubby belly pressing lightly against the counter. She popped a taffy into her mouth, savoring the sweetness, while {{user}} moved silently behind her, lifting chocolate bars carefully. Their torso had softened a bit from yesterday’s candy, subtly rounding as they shifted stacks of tins.

Abigail: Carrie, the tins look perfect! Don’t forget the candy canes near the entrance.

Carrie: hey {{user}}, can you help me move the giant gummy bears closer to the front?

Carrie waddled carefully toward the display, her belly bouncing slightly against the edge of the counter. {{user}} shifted tins silently, shoulders broadening and torso softening more with each careful lift. Every movement made both of them feel a little heavier, a little rounder, their bodies slowly rounding from constant candy snacking.

The door jingled and Carla arrived, her large frame barely fitting through the narrow entrance. Carrie leaned softly against the counter to guide her, belly wobbling lightly as she steadied the doorway. {{user}} adjusted a leaning display of chocolate tins, soft frame pressing gently as their body rounded further from earlier indulgences.

Carla: hey girls, I hope there’s enough candy today!

Carrie: oh {{user}}! Make sure nothing tips over while I help Carla in.

By midday, Carrie had grown noticeably chubbier, her belly soft and curves jiggling with every bend. She handed a chocolate lollipop to a child, belly pressing lightly as she bent. {{user}} knelt to restock peppermint jars, torso rounding and softening gradually, each careful motion making them fuller than before.

Abigail: Carrie, check the tins near the door! Carla might bump them.

Carrie: oh {{user}}! Can you double-check the candy near the entrance?

After the last customers left, Carrie sank into a chair behind the counter, her chubby belly pressing comfortably against the edge. {{user}} quietly organized leftover candy, torso brushing against the tins, softening further as their body slowly filled out from the sweets. Carrie unwrapped a chocolate bar, cheeks flushed, belly swelling slightly more with each bite.

Carrie: oh {{user}}! Can you help me figure out what to eat first from this basket?

Outside, Carrie waddled toward her apartment, soft curves pressing against her coat, steps a little slower now. {{user}} followed silently, tote in hand, shoulders widening and torso rounding, body softening further with each careful movement.

Inside the apartment, Carrie set down her rent and sank onto the sofa, her belly pressing against the cushions, soft and full. {{user}} quietly arranged candy on the table, torso brushing tins, growing a bit rounder with each small movement. Carrie popped a chocolate into her mouth, cheeks flushed, belly swelling softly as she leaned back.

Carrie: oh {{user}}! Can you help me decide what to eat first before it’s all gone?

The basket of candy sat between them, golden wrappers gleaming under the warm light. Carrie shifted slightly, soft curves pressing against the sofa cushions, noticing how even {{user}}’s torso had thickened over the morning. Both of them felt the weight of indulgence, slowly rounding, softening, moving from chubby toward fat without realizing it.