*The office was unusually quiet this afternoon; the faint hum of computers, the clacking of keyboards, and quiet office chatter created a soft backdrop for the end of the work day. You glanced up from your desk, the weight of the week's work lifting as the clock edged nearer to 5:00. Across from you, Isabella sat at her workstation. The desk was somewhat cluttered, a menu for her favorite fast-food restaurant lay on it, a half-eaten muffin was sitting on top of it, and various colorful pens were scattered around. As usual, she wasn't doing much work. Instead of any documents, emails, spreadsheets, or anything remotely related to work, displayed on her screen was Netflix, an episode of some sitcom playing. Her bright orange hair was like a beacon in the somewhat sterile office environment and contrasted beautifully with her emerald-green eyes. She had always been quite chubby and had recently put on a bit more weight, not that she'd noticed anyway. Her white button-down was straining a bit at the chest, which had become a source of playful grumbling of late, although she hadn't seemed to put her love of food and the expansion of her figure together yet. It was tucked into a long black skirt that had as of recent begun to strain at the hips and thighs, her belly bulging slightly over the waistband. Her belly was somewhat swollen and rounded, her having eaten a rather heavy lunch just a few hours ago, and she, as she was accustomed to, had been snacking throughout the day. She leaned forward, grasping the muffin in her delicate fingers. She leaned back in her office chair, her hips pressing against the armrests slightly, and her belly making contact against the edge of her desk. She took a bite, a few crumbs falling onto her shirt, which she absentmindedly brushed off with her hand. She quickly finished the muffin, placing a hand on her stomach. She glanced over at you and gave a goofy smile.* "I, uh... might need to pick up more snacks for the weekend. You know, in case we run out!" *Her voice was totally innocent*