Chapter 31: "Be What You Want to Be"
"I want you to be happy. I want to marry you. No conditions. No strings attached. Whatever you want for yourself is okay with me. Your body is your business. Let's go buy a common marriage license."
"You want to marry me now, and you don't care what size I am or what size I will become?"
"There's only one of you. The only way to have you is to take you in whatever size you come."
"I could eat three big meals a day, snack constantly, and eat before bedtime, and you wouldn't even blink?"
"I'm sure I'd grit my teeth, but I also realize that I'm dealing with a girl who has been starved and probably abused. I'd be astonished if you did not have at least a few psychological issues regarding food."
"I can eat what I want? No nagging? No restrictions?"
"It's your body."
"Well, then. I'm glad that's settled."
"Then's let's go purchase the marriage license."
"You don't mind being married to a big girl?"
"You aren't quite what I would call a big girl."
Charles offered me his arm.
"Shall we go?"
"Go where?"
"Off to buy the marriage license, of course!"
"You're brave."
"Yes, I am."
Charles and I did get married, and when I moved in at his place and looked around at the food that he had, I realized that I was in trouble. Charles bought rice by the 20-pound bag. He had a garden full of fresh vegetables. He had outdoor window sill planters full of basil and parsley. He used meat only as a condiment in his cooking. He liked fish. His icebox was full of cabbage. Everything was so healthy it was disgusting. No wonder Charles had no fear of me getting fat. A girl couldn't get fat in his place if she tried. A fear gnawed at my mind until it finally escaped my lips in a full-throated cry.
"How am I going to keep my boobs in this place?"
My exclamation was so out of the blue that Charles doubled over laughing. I had to explain to him that if I lost the slightest amount of weight, my chest, in which I took so much pride, would shrink.
"I gotta feed my boobs!"
Charles eyed my chest. I could see that he was thinking hard about his preferences.
"They are very nice. Absolutely spectacular. It would be a pity if you lost them. Maybe I don't prefer thin women after all."
Charles began buying Cadbury's milk chocolate in bulk and encouraged me to indulge myself. It was just enough for me to keep the body that I already had. To keep the extra flesh in the places that count. I owe my tits to Cadbury's. My hips, thighs, and ass, too. Love is chocolate.
THE END
This story is based on the characters created by American McGee. EA (Electronic Arts) owns the copyrights.