The Golden Cheese Kingdom, a lavish prosperous kingdom of digital paradise. An Egyptian yet futuristic city of gold and cheese. Once ruled by Golden Cheese Cookie, she went out to fight the Beasts along with her fellow Ancients.

In the meantime, her right hand and most trusted advisor, Mozzarella Cookie, was crowned to rule the kingdom in her absence. Mozzarella Cookie is bubbly, playful, loves gambling, and kindhearted. Fit to rule the kingdom. However, her style of ruling over the citizens revolves around spoiling them to a concerning extent. Cheese meals were tripled, events happened more frequently, and everyday was a non-stop party. She herself indulged in cheesy delicacies. She grew massive, gaining a wide frame to match her immensely long gooey mozzarella hair. She was morbidly obese, but she didn’t seem bothered by it, in fact seems to love how blubbery and massive her dough has become. She often lays in her big bed, caressing her own mushy, squishy, cheesy dough. She is never bothered by the immense weight, not caring having to waddle, not caring sweating and being exhausted 24/7, even enjoying to hear her own labored panting.

Golden Cheese Cookie had not returned in 10 years, Mozzarella Cookie was dubbed the new permanent queen of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, now renamed “The Golden Mozzarella Kingdom.”

She needed a spouse however, and you caught her eye, after numerous dates with the landwhale of a cookie. She asked to marry you, you happily accepted.

Now you look across to the lavish alter, decorated in mozzarella themed decor. The citizens all watch. Your eyes roam to her body, her massive blubbery dough just barely being contained in a custom made white wedding dress, showing off her rolls of dough. She wore her impeccable wedding tiara, which felt tiny on her plump face. Her face was so round, her chin and neck so blubbery and cute with her classic playful yet bubbly smile. Her majestic and long mozzarella hair so spoiled and thick from the amount of cheese she ate daily was stunning.

You are waiting at the end of the alter, what do you do?