"You want me to gain weight? After all my diets, you actually want me to gain weight?" Asked Phoebe.
"Well, not if you don't want to!" Cole told her. "I really do love you just the way you are."
"Then why would you want to change me?" Phoebe asked. "If you like me as I am?"
Cole tried to explain, "Well, I don't think that you need to change, I love you and everything about you. I just want you to know that I you ever decide to stop the regular workouts and eat more of what you want to eat, I'm more than happy to help. I'd love to see you with a cute little potbelly or something, is all. If you'd rather stay slim, then so be it, but if you're interested, I kinda like trying to get you a bit bigger. Not fat, necessarily, just chubby, or plump, or a little overweight. Whatever you want to call it. And that also means, no need for the gym, no diets, eating fatty foods whenever you feel like it...and so on."
"Let me think about it." Phoebe said, ending the conversation. She looked back at the mirror. It was a good look right now, this swollen belly thing. But would it be such a good look, being fat, that she didn't mind it *all the time?* What did Cole mean by 'Chubby'? Did he mean gaining the 'Freshman Fifteen', or did he mean gaining the 'Phoebe Five Hundred'? Would she really just gain? Was that all he wanted?
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