Chapter 1

Coming out of primary season victorious, Chadwick Bottemly couldn't understand why he was polling so poorly against his political rival, Will Carter. He looked over the numbers, angry and more than a bit confused. Not knowing what to do, Chadwick turned to his wife Emily for advice. "What am I to do, I'm 25 points down on average, across all major polling services. This is unsurmountible", he mumbled dejectedly.

"It's a good thing for you that America doesn't know who is the REAL brains behind this operation", chuckled his super model wife.

"Ha, ha, ha", retorted Chadwick in a dull monotone.

"Its quite simple. I know exactly what you have to do to get back in the race", said Emily with a confident smile equal to her husband's political persona.

"So what is it Braniac? Please enlighten all of us with your great wisdom?", said Chadwick sarcastically.

A bit peeved by Chadwick's equal display of both ignorance and arrogance, Emily shot him a stern look that got his attention in more ways than one. In an almost annoyed voice, Emily rhetorically queried,
"So what's the big difference between you and old Willy? Are you an idiot? "

Taken back and a bit turned on by his wife's sudden display of dominance, Chadwick looked around the empty office to see if any shades were open to the public and media. Convinced that there were no prying eyes, the lean and fit young politician got down on his knees and put his head to Emily's skirt, hoping to smell the sweet muskiness of her wet vagina. He knew where talks like these led and was happy to relieve some of the day's stresses.

Pushing her husband back, Emily said, "Not right now you dumb dildo. You're missing the point. What does Willy have that you dont?"

"I don't know. I guess he's more relatable, or at least that's what the press says"

"Correct-a-mundo you thick headed beauty. You've got a six pack, he drinks them. Everyone knows you eat vegan and he eats pork chops and burgers. You drink double shots of espresso without sugar, he drinks his coffee loaded with sugar and cream."

"That's also why he's got a big fat gut, and butt to match. He's even got a front butt..."

"Whack", went Emily's hand across Chadwick's left cheek. "You are dense aren't you?", she questioned both rhetorically and sarcastically at the same time. "He may be a great big o'fat ass, but he's gonna be the next President, not you..... Not unless...., unless you start to make yourself more accessible.

"So you want me to just eat myself into obesity to become President?"

"Well...", she paused before continuing, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. No, but you could make it obvious to the press and the American people that you're like them.

"Yeah, go on"

"Nothing drastic, but you could go to a few burger joints, drink some beers, you know average guy stuff. Hey, what do you have to lose? You're already 25 points behind.

Chadwick thought it over. "Okay, but just for a month, and if my poll numbers aren't better, we're gonna hit him hard on the economy, right?

"Sure honey", said Emily as calm as a spider that's just ensnared its prey. "But for now you've gotta eat like an All American fatty, burgers, grease milkshakes, cotton candy, etc..."