Miah had been working at St. Claire’s Medical Practice for three months now, and she still couldn’t believe how lucky she’d been to land the position. At twenty-six, with her tight, toned body and cheerful disposition, she’d quickly become everyone’s favorite medical assistant. Her dark hair always pulled back into a practical ponytail, her scrubs fitting snugly across her firm ass and perky tits – she knew she looked good, but she never expected the attention it would bring.

It started innocently enough. The older nurses, Brenda and Susan, began bringing her little treats from home – homemade cookies, muffins, chocolates. “You work so hard, honey,” Brenda would say, patting her flat stomach. “You deserve something sweet.”

At first, Miah politely declined most of them, worried about maintaining her figure. But after weeks of persistent offers, she finally gave in, reasoning that a few indulgences wouldn’t hurt. What she didn’t realize was that this was only the beginning.

As the months passed, the snacks became more frequent. Boxes of donuts appeared mysteriously in the break room. Cakes were brought in to “celebrate” every minor office achievement. Miah found herself constantly nibbling on something sugary, and soon, she noticed the changes in her body.

Her once-flat stomach developed a soft curve. Her hips widened slightly, her thighs becoming thicker. She tried to ignore it, telling herself she was just bloated or retaining water. But when her pants started feeling uncomfortably tight, reality hit her.

“You’re looking… different, Miah,” Dr. Harris said one day, his eyes lingering a little too long on her expanding frame. He was the senior doctor at the practice, and despite being married, he had a reputation among the staff for his wandering eye.