Chapter 8: Porking Out, Not Poking Out

At long last, Grace and Dan were sprung from the clinic. Following a warm embrace, they were having a big meal at a highly-rated restaurant. “And the hits keep on coming, Sweets. After this I’m taking you for a new experience. Save room for dessert.”

Dan bundled her into the Fi-ech-sta and they burbled on. They parked at Coneheads and moved inside to study the menu board. Grace was thrilled. “Ooh, it’s perfect. Now, let me think.” Suddenly they had company.

“Grace, this is my sister Andrea and her friend Pamela. Ladies, this is Graciela Rodríguez Peña, my girlfriend.” “Please, call us Dré and Pam, and we’ll call you Grace.” “Deal!” agreed Grace. To Dan: “Girlfriend?”

“Well, I thought about Queen, Sweets, but my sister would tease me.”

Pam: “So they let you out with the regular folks?” “Both of us. Grace has regained her spectacular physique. And they judged me either hopeless or cured. So we’ve been kicked out of the clinic. Now, let’s not come between Grace and her beloved.” “Mmmm, chocolate ripple. With sprinkles! And my yummy Dan, too.”

Pam and Dré clutched their throats and made gagging noises. “We’re done here. Dan, treat her nice, or suffer the wrath of Dré!”

After satisfying their cravings, Grace and Dan were back in the Fi-ech-sta. “Where to, Sweets?” “Memorial Park, I need to digest. And snuggle.” Dan was skeptical. “You know, there’s this ugly gearshift chaperone between us.” “Drive on, you fool.”

At the park, they parked and twisted towards each other. Their lips met, and pressed. Dan felt her tongue and opened up for a more intimate kiss. Time slowed, as he murmured in her embrace. For once, he avoided being self-conscious, focused completely on his feelings. Eventually, they broke apart.

“Mmm, chocolate.” Grace chuckled. “I should take you home now, while I’m still being a gentleman.” “Alright, Dan, as long as next time you leave the gentleman at home and curl my toes.” He drove her home with a dazed smile on his face.

A week later, they were out dining again. “We have to control ourselves, Dan.” He pouted. “No, silly, the big meals.” Dan: “OK, I won’t feed you tomorrow. Tonight, I have a pint of chocolate for you.” “Then I have to kiss you. To the park!”

Back at their spot, Grace spooned up her favorite. They also shared some hot tea to keep off the chill. “My Dan, I think I’ll keep you. I have a surprise for you, the girls are back.” Dan looked around wildly. “No, silly boy, my girls.” She laid his hand onto her chest. Dan could barely breathe, he was so excited. “Now, be fair, you need to pet both of them. And kiss me. A lot.”

Dan was stupid happy, but perplexed. What he felt was soft, and free. No bra? Small breasts didn’t need support, he guessed, but where were her nipples? Without a clue, he refocused on kissing. Later, Grace asked him, “You went away there for a minute. What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, Sweets, I was confused. I’m no expert, but you’re not what I expected to feel.” “Really? I guess I should show you.” Dan, surprised, “You don’t have to.” “Quiet, you, now take a good look.”

Grace grabbed the hem and flashed him. There was no bra, as he expected. But both nipples were covered with bandage strips! “Ah, see, my nips get irritated in the cold and scratch against my shirts. It’s in the titties owner’s manual. There’s more band-aids in my bag. And you’ll see what else I have to do to prevent irritation.”

Dan: “It shall be my lifetime job to save you from any irritations.” “Too late.” “What?” “Put your hands back on my tits, now!” “Work, work, work,” he grumbled. “I am going to smack you down, Daniel Foley. Shut up and start fondling. They aren’t fragile, let me feel your hands. Ahhh.”

As their relationship continued to grow, Grace and Dan continued to find brief times for romance. But there were no opportunities for total intimacy. Dan had resumed his nightly masturbation habit. Grace admitted she was wearing out batteries in her “Danielito.” “He’s fantastic, made of plastic,” she grinned. “But I would prefer the real thing.”

Dan met Grace’s parents and several siblings, and then Grace came by the Foleys’ house. After meeting Ed, “Oh, I have a treat for you,” promised Dré. “Pictures of little Danny.” The girls cackled over the album. “Toddler Dan, Cowboy Dan, Fireman Dan. Birthday cake eating Dan. Big brother Dan. (Sniff.)” Pictured was a little version of Dré, her hand in his while she looked up at his face. A small loose photo slipped from the album, showing a harried woman holding Baby Dré and a stoic Dan at her side. “Your mother?”