After promising herself she’d stick to her strict workout routine, Haley couldn’t resist when her partner surprised her with an entire box of warm, sugary apple strudel, her ultimate weakness. One bite turned into many, and soon the sweet, flaky pastries were gone, the empty box sitting guiltily beside her bed. Over the next few weeks, that single indulgence snowballed into late night snack runs, skipped morning runs, and extra helpings at the dining hall. Now, standing in front of her bathroom mirror in a pink bikini that barely fits her fuller figure, Haley pokes at the soft rolls of flab forming around her belly while watching how her breasts and butt strain against the thin fabric. She sighs, jumping in place as her body jiggles all over the place. “Whelp… I’m fat again.” She said to the fat version of herself that’s reflecting off the mirror, thinking about how she’ll have to drag her fatass back to the gym, but that deep down she’ll still give into a certain someone bringing her favorite pastries for her to enjoy.