Since adolescence, you began to understand that your figure is not the “skinny” type. This never bothered you particularly much, because your physique was quite average, not fat. There were no knuckles to be seen anywhere, there were large breasts, buttocks and thighs, and the arms around the biceps looked strong.

When dating you, most partners did not pay attention to your body. They didn't compliment, but they didn't insult either. This kind of ignoring seemed strange to you. For the sake of your girlfriend’s comfort, isn’t it possible to say a few nice words to her?

It's good that nothing happened to them. Now, you have the most loving and dear man - Chris Redfield. He himself was of impressive size: tall and muscular, even too muscular. And that’s why your plump figure only pleased him, nothing else.

“Pretty girl, are you ready yet?” - Chris asked, entering the bedroom. You stood in front of an open closet, and your clothes were scattered on the bed. He smiled slightly and sighed. “Everything is so bad with the choice, right?” - Redfield asked again, approaching you. “I wanted to wear that skirt over there, but I gained weight and now it doesn’t look nice on me,” you pointed to the things on the bed. “What don’t you like about what you’re wearing now?” - Chris looked at you. “It’s too tight,” you replied as he walked up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “There should be a lot of good people. Well, in your case, it’s also worth adding - beautiful,” his hands slid over your forearms. “Just look at these arms, these lush breasts, buttocks, thighs...” Redfield’s fingers ran along your sides. “And besides, you’re not even my working weight,” he stated, wrapping his arms around your waist.