Chapter 4

Connor stepped in the house, unlacing himself from his work bag and dropping it by the door. He used it to carry the paperwork for the job and his essential quick tools. He took note that the power had been restored, helped by instantly being engulfed in the smells coming from the kitchen. "Quick change Babes! This carbonara is about to come together in an instant."

Connor's stomach rumbled hard, as his wife's pasta was addictive. He had been so distracted during the day that he hadn't even eaten lunch. He went to the room to change his clothes, feeling his heart rate pick up some. He closed the bedroom door behind him, taking a measured glance at the door before turning around. He started changing, battling his belly to undo his belt and shorts. On his ride home, he had resigned to not telling Grace. It was far too emasculating and embarrassing. He didn't want her to look at him differently. She married a manly man, and he didn't purposefully attempt to alter that. Yet, he was letting his weight get away from him, and the effects weren't the most manly. Maybe more on the man tits side. Grace had been forgiving about that, which he appreciated, but he didn't want to stretch his wife's understanding to a breaking point. How much could one woman tolerate? She couldn't think every flaw was hot.

There was a moment of peace, where Connor was sure he'd get away with it all, before a most troubling song began. He dropped his shorts to the ground, with a powerful thud and a clink of his belt buckle. Immediately following, the chorus of the door knob parts crunching past one another. And then, a gorgeous primadonna's singing, "Oh my god!" He stood stock still. Crap. Before he could move, he felt a firm smack on his ass, creating a hand-ass sandwich with Grace's clothing in the middle. "Your butt looks amazing, Connor," she praised. "Are these new? Kinda high on the cheeks, no?" She moved to the front of him and looked at him puzzled from his uncharacteristic silence. Connor looked back at her uneasily. "What's wrong?"

"It's just…" She looked down and saw the completely smooth front of his underwear, aside from his obvious package, which was a dead giveaway to the truth despite his gut covering the teal decal.

"Are these… mine?" She asked, laughing and taking a step back. Connor didn't even know what to say. He spent half his ride home trying to think of what to say, and after coming up empty, he was sure he'd have to keep it a secret. She slipped a finger tip under the hem on his butt and pulled it back and released, making it snap to him.

"It wasn't on purpose!" he managed to utter. She gave him a look, and put her hands up.

"Love to hear that explanation, but let's have it over dinner before it's ruined. I'd hate for it to set." She pinched his butt and was retreating to the kitchen. He sighed, slightly relieved that she hadn't been upset, but still dreading the conversation. He quickly changed, and only for a second considered how nice a fresh pair or Grace's would be. He ended up wearing his own boxer briefs, a bit surprised by the extra room up front. Maybe the tightness had been a little comfortable though.

He hurried to his place at the table, his hunger aggressively pushed him. "This looks amazing," he said digging into the rich pasta. His tongue swirled around the noodles soaking up the creamy and savory flavor. Grace watched him for a moment and smiled. She eventually cleared her throat, after she gave him a chance to get a few bites of the perfect dish. Connor looked up, cheeks full, and completely forgetting about what was clearly on Grace's mind.

"So, I'm all ears." Connor sighed. At this point it would just be easier to tell her and get it over with.

"I got dressed in the dark this morning, and I couldn't tell they weren't mine. I didn't even know until I went to the men's room."

"You sure you belonged there," she teased. Conner looked at her with pleasantly annoyed eyes.

"It was very mortifying. So I appreciate the razzing."

"Oh Connor. It's not really that big of a deal. I won't tease you about it. In fact I think you looked super hot in them." Connor stopped chewing a second, and looked at her hard, trying to see if she was laughing about it. She wasn't, surprisingly. She meant that?

"Huh?"

"Well, I don't know. Why couldn't it look good? Your bubble butt is really coming up and popping for sure." He was flattered by the compliment "I'm just a little surprised they fit you so snug though. I thought I had the big booty."

"You definitely do, Grace." Connor was completely in love with her shape, especially her hips and ass. "You are the most beautiful and sexy woman I've ever dreamed of." He gave her a wink and finished his plate. She hopped up to serve him more, her butt a nice addition to the scenery. She returned with a heaping plate and gave him a kiss on his neck. He thanked her and dug in.

"Glad you're enjoying it," she said sitting across from him. She had finished but did not get more herself. Conner felt as if he'd blinked twice before it was gone. His stomach pushed at the front of his shirt, calling his hand to lightly rub it. He belched long and rumbly, looking at his wife to see that little spark in her eye. "You sound pretty stuffed over there." He could only nod. He was very full, yet could not deny he would eat more. It was that delicious, and he'd been pretty used to eating thirds. The two exchanged a look and he was sure she was reading his mind, based on the expression on her face. She looked hungry, for him. "Want me to whip up more? You finished it." He frowned a little, but was also a tiny bit impressed by himself.

"Oh, I don't want you to have to cook more."

"Nonsense. Noodles are done. I just gotta cook it in the sauce. Very easy, my love. And it will be fresh and perfect!" Her assurance was all he needed to lean back and rub his belly until more food came, welcoming Grace coming over and slipping his tight shirt up and over his head. His hands found their way to the place where his top and lower belly met and shuddered. When he was as full as he was, it was like no other senses could compare to touching the area. He pushed his fingers into the crease quietly moaning at the pressure and feeling. He wiggled his upper belly and burped again, sighing heavily. He was so full and bloated. Just as he started second guessing continuing his stuffing quest, Grace re-entered. She licked her lips and Connor followed her eyes to his hand that was absent mindedly stroking his crease.

"You are so hot. A perfect big pig," she purred. She stayed standing behind him, and he started eating right away. He moaned at the sharp cheese flavor, not hurt by Grace cupping his chest and making horny sounds herself. At the third plate mark, Grace could not hold back any of her own deviance. Once she started calling him a pig, he knew she was mask off. He could expect more aggressive petting, shaking, and slapping. Connor was a little embarrassed to like it so much, but her attention was addictive.

He shoveled it in, ignoring the tightness in his belly, stretching himself further for them both. Grace gripped his breasts firmly and shook them, jostling several burps loose. "Oh Conny, you're a greedy hog." Something about that nickname turned him on. He noticed Grace started to use it more and was curious what prompted it, though the blood rushing to his groin did not care at all, even if it sounded like a girl's name. Could that have been part of it? He wasn't sure. "I can't wait for this double belly to be huge. I'm so surprised you're still wearing your pants under this saggy gut," she said, slapping him on his underbelly, sending huge ripples across him. He opened his mouth to explain that he'd have to buy entirely different pants to do that, and he didn't particularly like that style of wearing them. However, Grace took the fork and stuffed a big bite into his mouth. "And your chest. My pig, you have been growing such full breasts. I absolutely love how soft they are and how much weight they have." She lifted them and let them drop with a heavy shake. Connor moaned, which only encouraged Grace further.

He was three quarters of the way through his plate, feeling like it was an insane portion, even coming from his wife. What would anyone else who knew him think if they could see him now, stuffing himself silly under Grace's touch and guidance. Thinking about it only made him hotter. He thought about how surprised they'd be in him. Conner Webbs a big titted pig getting his belly smacked while he stuffs himself on his wife's rich and plentiful food. The thoughts were bringing him closer to the edge, and he was a little taken aback, because he hadn’t even touched his cock yet.

Grace fed him steadily, Connor could only chew and helplessly belch between bites. He was stuffed to the point of ecstacy. "My perfect piggy Conny," she cooed, wrapping one hand on his chest and the other on his belly in a quick squeeze. He grunted with pleasure. He took the final bites and breathed heavily, watching his belly rise and fall greatly.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get to four this time, Grace," he said, wanting nothing more than to impress her. She hadn't said she wanted that, but he liked to imagine she was exactly the woman from the post he'd read.

"Babes, whatever do you mean? You saw how much I put on right? That was two pig servings worth. You stuffed it all in this huge belly. I guess I helped," she winked. Conner felt a wave of arousal wash over him. He'd done it, without knowing? "You easily have been eating four servings, none of the recommended sizes. Maybe like six to eight," she said honestly. "I get a little heavy handed when feeding my big pig." She ran her fingers over the crease in his belly, sending electricity through him. Everytime her fingers glided over his belly button, he pined for her to dip into it. She knew this and purposefully made him wait. She eventually did, rimming the opening with her finger tip before pushing a digit into his tender belly. She didn't go hard, as he was so full the give was minimal, but the added pressure made him twist and especially vocal. She stroked his belly button slowly at first and then sped it up, her finger tip flicking as if she was pleasuring herself.

Connor's breathing picked up and he reached behind him for Grace, finding her butt. He needed something real to ground him, because he was in absolute outer space. Grace grabbed his chest, making him writhe. He couldn’t believe how intensely he was feeling, but the disbelief did not dampen his ramp up. She dug deeper into his belly button making him gasp. She smacked his tit once, hard, and he bit his lip. Twice, his eyes rolled back. "Your my stuffed fat pig, aren't you Conny?" He could barely "mmhhmm" in response, his teeth were so gritted. She smacked him again and he couldn't believe the moan that came out his mouth. He felt his mind go completely black.

He finally opened his eyes panting, to see Grace staring at him, no longer rubbing him, a little surprised. He let his vision stabilize and sighed. He felt totally amazing. Too amazing?

"Did you just finish?" She asked more curious than judgemental. Connor's face twisted a moment. What? He could tell from her face that she was asking genuinely. Suddenly, he felt more exposed than stuffing himself shirtless had elicited. He didn't have to check to feel the literal warmth at his groin, and then the realization of the fantastic feeling being an orgasm. The feeling of which was still muddling his mind.

"Shit. I did," he said.

"Oh wow," she said, biting her lip hard. Before he could try to justify or apologize his behavior, she said, "That is beyond hot, Babes."

Grace took the dishes away and loaded them into the dishwasher by the time Connor got the will to rise and clean himself up. She followed him to their room and put on her pajamas as he undressed. He opted to rinse his ejaculate out of his underwear before throwing them in the laundry basket. He took a quick shower, and returned to see Grace recovering from her own orgasm, clearly taking his absence into her own hands. Connor put one of his, now many, night shirts on his naked body and got into bed with her. She put her palm to his belly and sighed.

"You are literally so sexy Babes. I can't believe you enjoyed my belly rub so much." He chuckled, a touch bashfully.

"It was out of this world. I am so full, Grace," he confessed, sleepily.

"You had a weird day. Food was the doctor's orders." There was her strawman excuse. He did blush at the reminder of his indeed weird day. "Lucky for me it put you in the mood to be a total pig. And a horny one at that," she said, pinching him, inspiring a little burp. She kissed him a moment, and sighed. "Only one thing could have made it better."

"If I could actually last until sex?"

"Don't be ridiculous. You finished from your belly getting rubbed and me fingering your belly button. You didn't even have to touch yourself. That was 10/10." She flicked a finger at his belly button again making him moan softly. She bent to kiss his belly and turned in the bed getting comfortable, waiting for him to spoon her, which he naturally did. She yawned, tired from her own recent excitement, as was Connor, who was barely hanging on. She continued. "Would have been hotter if you'd have busted into my panties." Connor felt stunned to hear her say it aloud. He'd be up all night if the words didn't bring him great comfort. He'd been scared while in the shower when his mind had raked through the events. He had come to the same conclusion as his wife. He had imagined the underwear pressing onto his bulge and their butter soft feeling on him. He was beyond relieved he didn't have to feel like a freak for thinking it, and admittedly he was a little excited for the prospect.

"Maybe we could try it," he mumbled, already dreaming of it.