"O-ok." You finally relent. You feel absolutely disgusted in yourself for agreeing to this... But as a man in this world there isn't much room for sympathy and there certainly isn't room for morals. If a man wants to survive in this world he has to be willing to do whatever it takes.
There was the possibility that the document Ashby signed has a loophole that you could exploit, but like Ashby, you don't know shit about the law. All you really know is that judges tend to lean towards whatever side would send a man sliding down a woman's throat. And you know Jenny personally through Ashby. She is an extremely smart girl. Even if she was drunk, you doubt she would leave any loopholes open.
"You really agree to it?" Ashby asks.
"Yeah." You sigh. "Sucks to be all the guys that are going to be eaten, but I want to live a long life with you."
"Aww. Good answer Troy!" Ashby coos.
"Yeah..." You feel like scum for what you have just agreed to still, even though it's your only option.
"Hey, look at like this." Ashby says when she notices the disgust clearly written on your face. "If any of the men who are going to be eaten at the wedding had their places switched with you, they would sign off on the open man bar without a second thought and send you straight to the stomach of a wedding guest.
You know Ashby is right, and it does make you feel a little better. You still don't like it though.
"Let's move on Troy." Ashby says when she realizes it's going to be a lost cause to make you feel better about this topic.
"Let's talk the cake!"
"Do we have to decide everything right now?" You groan. "Isn't this supposed to be done over a large period of time?"
"Oh quiet." Ashby giggles. "Now you're going to freak out, but don't and trust me, ok?"
"Ok..."
"I want you to be my wedding cake." Ashby says with a serious look on her face.
"WHAT?! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T EAT ME. WHY ARE WE..."
"I told you not to freak out Troy." Ashby sighs to cut you off. "I want you to be my cake, but I don't want to digest you. I just think it would be cute, sweet, and willingly being my cake would prove to everyone there that you trust me completely."
"But..."
"You would be perfectly safe, and I still want to do all of the normal wedding stuff with you, so we would wait until the end of the reception to eat the cake."
"But what about the other guests? Shouldn't we provide them with cake? It is a wedding." You deflect. You trust Ashby completely, but your survival instincts scream at you to do everything you can to stay out of a female stomach...
"By that point, all the female guests will be stuffed from the open man bar, and who really cares about the male guests anyways."
"Well it would..."
"Look Troy, the only issue here is trust. Don't worry about anything else. If you trust me, you will agree to this because it's what I want and I promise you I won't digest you. I'll let you out after I've had my fun. So if you trust me Troy, you will agree to be my wedding cake." Ashby interrupts you with an annoyed look on your face.
You trust Ashby, you really do. You made a bet that you would let her eat you if you lost... which you lost. And now, instead of being fat on her tight ass, you are getting married to her because she wants to always protect you.
But what kind of man in his right mind agreed to be a woman's cake??
