Chapter 4 - daydreams

It had been a little over a month and a half of Grace's plan and things were going almost too well. She was sure Cody was getting used to being treated to something sexy after being stuffed, but she wanted to find out how accustomed to it he was now...

"You'll be fine, baby," Grace said, one foot already out the door. "It's just a month, and I told you I'll call and check up on you when I can." She had told Cody that her friend Doreen needed a hand with her little one for a while and that it wouldn't be possible to take him along. Dejected at the news as he was, Cody accepted it and said he'd miss her.

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It seemed like every time Grace called (which was at least once a day), Cody was eating. And she couldn't be more delighted by the thought. More than a few times on her trip - she actually had gone to Doreen's, although not to babysit - Grace found herself sneaking away to pleasure herself to her thoughts about what Cody was doing to himself while she was away. She could see herself arriving home, opening the door to find her boyfriend sitting on the couch in nothing but a pair of boxers and an old, too-tight t-shirt, already so much fatter and softer, stuffed to the brim with god-knows-what and still eating. As she imagined it, she would come in and stand in front of him, hands on her hips and a grin on her face.

"Wooow," she would feign a gasp, "really looks like someone's turned into such a fat pig while I was away..." She would poke and prod at his engorged gut, which would be barely contained by his shirt, and she would grab handfuls of soft, doughy fat, shaking and wobbling it, teasing him until his face went red.

"You've gotten so fat," she would say, emphasizing each word with a squeeze to his belly, his moobs, his chins. "And you know it, too. You love it, don't you? You wanted to be my fat hog, huh?" And as she saw it he would nod, moaning a little at each of her touches.

"I'm your fat hog," he'd sigh, "your greedy little piggy..." And god, Grace would feel so satisfied, so near to release at that, holding back moans.

"Not such a little piggy anymore, hm?" She would tease.

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About two weeks into Grace's little month away, she decided to text Cody a rather suggestive picture. She wanted to see how he would respond, if he would be bigger, if he would be eating...

Cody saw his girlfriend's text and whined. He was in the middle of his midday snack (which lately had been around half a dozen pieces of greasy fried chicken, an extra-large order of fries, a large soda or malt or both, and a double order of McDonald's apple pies) when he received her picture.

Scrambling to shove the last piece of chicken at least halfway in his mouth, Cody set up his phone to take something to send back to Grace. He struggled with finding a comfortable pose, his belly seeming to get in his way no matter what. Finally, he settled for a picture of him sitting on the couch, one leg partially propped up, his hands in his hair. He went to edit it and only put a fun sticker over the part of his cock that was visible.

God, taking that had gotten him hungry... He remembered that Grace had so kindly left him a few ready-made shakes that should be in the back of the fridge. He thought that and the rest of his snack should tide him over until dinner.

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Grace swore that she could've cum just from the shock of that picture alone.

There he was, in all his glory: her used-to-be thin, now properly tubby hubby. His belly was almost all the way in his lap now, his chest had softened into small moobs, he was just wider and bigger and softer-looking all-around. Grace could hardly believe it.

She could not wait to get home.