You prepare a wishing drink and wish a simple wish to have Mike's last year appear to everyone a natural course leading to whatever weight he ends up being when anyone, including him, considers his gains. Wordy, but that should do the job.
You can't wait to see him now that you've prepared him for this day.
But you're in danger of getting bored now that you're leaving him to just sleep in more. You drink another sip and wish him awake and starving -- with the ability to eat absolutely anything he wants all day long. Knowing that was a little vague, you're curious to see what comes of it.
You treat yourself to some leftover cheesecake in the kitchen fridge, casually playing with your new belly and flexing your newly very sizable muscles.
You hear some huge groans and "What the f@#$!"s from upstairs. It takes about five minutes to get Mike coming downstairs, huge belly hanging out and bouncing. "I'm starving!" He sees you and does a double take.
"Is that you, (IYNH)?!"
You nod and smile.
"I don't believe it, man! You've finally filled out like one of the family! You look great!" He feels your powerful 18" bicep and squeezes your new belly, and smiles and shakes his head at both.
"It's a start," you say, modestly.
"It's way more than a start, boy, you look great." He goes straight to the fridge and pulls out almost everything in there, quickly setting some leftovers, the milk, the cheesecake, the casserole, the lunch meat. He's got no plan and is just ravenous. With food in his mouth, he continues, "You look so good, IYNH, I don't believe it. How come I never heard about you working out so much past year -- or the diet you're on? No one mentioned it when we called during the holidays. People will actually say we look like brothers now."
As pleased as you are to hear this, you notice that he's eating extremely fast. He appears to be enjoying everything he's devouring, But it's like there's nothing in him limiting his intake at all. You've wished for a Mike with no "full". He's going to be able go on like this all day, you realize, as he returns to fridge and empties all but a few condiments onto his table. Is it your imagination, or is his big 60" gut is bulging out a bit more already?
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