Diamonds are a RarityDiamonds are a Rarity by Butter-Cups
“It's exactly what it sounds like dear. I don't see why you're making such a big fuss.”
“You just called me fat, I have the right to fuss.”
“'Plus sized', dear, 'Plus sized'. We don't use the 'f' word in this studio.”
Rarity continued to take the measurements of her new recruit, wrapping the yellow tape around Diamond Tiara's thick middle, and watched as it dug in just slightly to her silky paunch.
“Still feels rude...” Diamond continued complaining, blushing at the sensation of her belly wobbling as Rarity whisked the tape away. She understood why taking her sizes with clothes on would be counter productive. But standing, arms out, with nothing but her undergarments as an older (fairly attractive) woman probed every jiggling inch of her exposed body was a rather embarrassing experience. She almost regretted not bringing Silver along now. Poor girl would have passed out the mom