One look at her that big round belly would tell you just how much Ronnie enjoyed a meal, but despite her "orders" from Penny, Ronnie would actually skip lunch that day. Instead, the Buttercombe Alum ignored her rumbling tummy for the first time in years and went about her best strategy for bringing in business: enthusiastically ambushing people in the park.
"Hi!" she chirped to a couple of early 20-somethings, "I'm Ronnie Wilson, the co-owner of the Little Bake Shop on Main. So, come on down if you wanna try the best desserts in the whole wide world!"
That felt like it went well. It was just a coincidence that the two hustled away without looking back. The normally bubbly baker plopped down with a dejected huff, the hem of her t-shirt sliding a bit above her love handles. They weren't the first to hustle away that day either.
"Hi, I'm Ronnie, and you look like someone with a sweet tooth!"
"Looking for something for your girlfriend, sir? Oh, you're... not dating?"
"In the mood for something sweet? N-no, wait, that sounded better in my head..."
Like a butterball of energy, Ronnie waddled around the park trying to drum up business. And in the process, she interrupted one date, one not-date, and accidentally propositioned an out-of-shape business man.
Why was everything so complicated whenever everything else went right? Ronnie graduated from her with top marks from Buttercombe and one of the top culinary institutes on her side of the country. She had the bakery she'd always dreamed of with her childhood friend as the co-owner. It was even pink!
With a sigh Ronnie noticed her tummy's newfound freedom and pulled it back over her pale flab. She was starting to regret leaving her chef jacket at the shop, but Ronnie didn't want to mess it up on her first day. Her pink chef coat, custom ordered by her mom to celebrate opening day, was a perfect fit for her rotund form. Which was good because underneath it, her street clothes were getting a bit tight.
Ronnie's top, bearing the insignia of her old prep school, strained around her tubby gut and needed resituating every few minutes while the beloved bumblebee of her Alma Mater was horribly warped across her hefty chest. Her pants fit better, but that was only jean shopping took the backseat as opening day approached, leaving her with only yoga pants to wear. Ronnie always thought her butt looked huge in yoga pants, and she was right because her butt was huge to begin with. In her defense, spandex contouring to her huge round ass as she waddled and wobbled certainly made it more notable, but it would have been much worse if the chubby chef went with the pair from college that she couldn't pull past mid-cheek.
And, that might've just been the start! Ronnie had been outgrowing clothes since she hit puberty, but it looked like all of her taste testing and stress eating was starting to add up, and would continue to add up if she kept snacking like she was. She certainly wasn't going to become less stressed in the foreseeable future, which meant the if big brunette wasn't paying attention, she could end up with entire trays of desserts in her blubber belly.
Probably why Penny, her best friend from when they were little, shoved her out of the bakery they built together thinking she would eat what little profits they had.
Ronnie shook her head, lightly slapping her round face. Enough of this pity party! Time for motivation.
"Snap outta it, Wilson," Ronnie huffed in a gruff, no-nonsense voice. Coach Ashley Knight might have been a terror to the big bellied baker in her Buttercombe days, but the poor impersonation she used had been a motivator since college.
"No..." she said in a continuation of the hypothetical confrontation.
"But nothin'! Y'already put in the work. Now are ya 'just gonna sit there and let yer bakery go down on day one or are ya gonna get yer fat butt back out there and drum up some business?"
Ronnie sat up resolutely, "Coach Ronnie's right, even if she didn't need to talk about my butt. Even in yoga pants that her co-owner recommended because she outgrew all her jeans and skirts and dresses were "unprofessional" Veronica Wilson does not quit!"
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