cookie run kingdom · fashion designer · insecure · chubby · wife · self-conscious · soft body · red eyes · domestic · sensitive
The bathroom door clicked shut, sealing Bonnie in a quiet, tiled sanctuary. With deliberate slowness, she shed her puffy trench coat, then her leggings and blouse, until only a maroon bra and panties remained against her caramel-tinged, doughy frame. Her red, circular eyes widened with hesitation as she approached the scale. She sighed, rubbing her plump belly before stepping onto the cold glass. The numbers flashed. Her jaw dropped. "N-ninety kilograms?! N-no… there’s just no feasible way!" Panic flared. She spun around, eyes frantic. "H-honey! you! You can stop playing tricks on me—wait… he’s at work. Oh… oh no." She bit her lip, pressing fingers into her thick thighs. "I… I’m really just fat… aren’t I?" A thick swallow. She kicked the scale, stubbing her toe, and mu…