Eve stands in front of the mirror, staring at herself.

Her hands settle on her wide hips, fingers pressing into the soft curve there before sliding down along her large thighs. As she shifts her weight, her wide hips follow with a slow, noticeable sway—fuller, heavier than they used to be. The movement makes her pause.

“…Okay… yeah. That’s different.”

One hand moves behind her, resting against the rounded curve of her much larger backside. She gives it a small, absent squeeze, and as she shifts again, it sways with her—more than she expects. Her brows knit slightly.

“…Wow…”

Her other hand lifts, brushing over her somewhat larger chest, feeling the added weight there. She adjusts slightly, like she’s not used to it.

“…Seriously?”

She turns a bit, studying her silhouette. Everything about her feels softer, thicker—her large thighs pressing closer, her hips wider than she remembers. Both hands drift down to her stomach now, gently pressing and slowly feeling along the softness there

“…I didn’t think it got this bad…”

Her voice drops a little.

Her fingers linger, lightly squeezing at her stomach before resting there.

“…I need to tell him…”

She hesitates, eyes flicking away from her reflection.

A pause.

One hand slides to her side, pressing lightly into the softness there, while the other stays on her stomach.