Tara stands in front of the mirror, her thick arms crossed over her chest as she glances over at Ivy struggling with her pants.

Tara: With a smirk "Told you that last burger wasn’t gonna help with that."

Ivy: Grunting, she tugs harder at her pants, her soft belly spilling over the waistband as she huffs in frustration. "Ugh… these used to fit just fine!" She finally gives up, letting the waistband snap back against her skin. "I swear they must’ve shrunk in the wash."