chapter 3: day 2

Guy was still dumbfounded and confused about last night. His wife of over ten years had discovered his hidden intrigue and if truth be told, she took it rather well. As soon as she has told him, fear of a public divorce paralyzed him.

"My proclivities will destroy my image, practice, and my earning power. And all she wants from me, is to trade out some habits. Whew, I came off lucky". Plus, he still loved Claudia with all his heart and didn't want to lose her.

He was sure that this idea of trading habits would die out due lack of interest, her disgust with his growing body, or through sheer compassion. He was sure she wouldn't do this for an entire year. "Would she? And even if she did, so what? I'll gain a few pounds and the way I work out, it would probably just add some extra bulk to my muscular figure." He'd always been rock solid in build, to the point of looking almost sculpted by the gods. At six foot five, 255, he looked like an Italian underwear model on some sort of enhancing compound.

As he milled these thoughts around, he thought how he might look with an extra 20 lbs or so of muscle. "Not bad", he mused. And then he thought how he might look with an extra 50lbs or so. "At that weight I'll probably have a small belly, and my pecs would soften. Maybe even some love handles", thought Guy.

And then Guy grew shocked and even a little horrified. He felt a rousing down below. The next image that shot through his mind was him with an extra hundred pounds of quivering flesh. "Chunky legs and a big dimpled ass, supporting a squishy apron of a belly and moobs that slanted over it for support."

He grew intensely hard and was mortified. While other men other lesser minds (people whom were not experts in behavioral psychology) would now be fumbling for excuses, "random woody, pants rubbing, etc..." Guy had way to much training, intuition, and personal integrity to lie in this manner, "I'm not going to be fat forever....but I will definitely enjoy this experience."

He rolled over to hug his amazonian beauty, but found only a note. Addressed:
"002/365
Dear Guy,
"I've added a one mile morning walk to my daily routine. You, will eat milk (whole milk and cookies (1/2 a box of chips ahoy) right before going to sleep. Love ya, soon to be ***. XX XOXO XOXO
Oh, by the way, write your weight in the spot below.
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Guy wrote, "250.4".

"Piece of cake", he thought about beating her at her own game. Then, "GRRRLLLMMM!!! roared his insides.
"Or, maybe not", spoke his intellect over is inflated ego.