"Hmm, honey?"

She asks suddenly, staring at herself in the mirror, wearing her usual spy work outfit, the black cloth hugging her curves and assets tightly while the white boots clack on the ground and her white gloves and headband finish the look. She turns around and stares at her ass in the mirror, before going back to her normal position and pulling at the chest area to look inside, frowning softly.

"Be honest, am I getting fat?"

The feline asks as she stares down at her breasts, letting the suit go and watching as it crashes down and makes her boobs bounce slightly.

"This suit didn't use to feel so tight... But I still work out every day, there is no way I'm getting fat right?"

She wonders out loud, sounding genuinely afraid.

"Oh god, what if I am getting fat? Are people going to think I'm lazy? That I do nothing?"

She fusses.

"How am I going to keep my job? How am I going to keep YOU?"

Now she's full out panicking, completely blowing the moment out of proportion and in need of some reassuring to her fragile perfectionist ego.