The Tale of Two Princes Chapter 3

Heathcliff was up and running around his room. "I BLAME YOU HENRY! You haven't been feeding me enough... as big as a house! You sure that's what Craig said? No one can get as big as a house in two weeks time!"

"That's what Craig said, but I think the same too. No one could get that big in two weeks. It's most likely a bluff sire. I don't think you have to worry about George, I mean, you know him better than anyone yes? He might be still against all of this." He tried to calm him down. "There is no need to run around, if you do you might lose a pound or two, sire. Please, sit down and I'll dress you for the outside."

"Okay." He sat down still steaming thought. He allowed Henry to dress him in his robes. Then he began the slow waddle down stairs. Halfway down he spied his brother. He didn't look as big as a house, in fact he looked almost normal. Heathcliff smirked, and said "Hello, brother! Why, I haven't seen you in two weeks. How the hell have you been?"

"Oh hello, Heath. Everything has been fine." With the woman's garment, it held a lot of him in. It appeared he had gotten chunkier, but the corset sucked in as much of his fat as possible. "You know me, I've been busy with studies and still being active to gain too much." He lied some. "Though you look good brother."

"You look normal, though." he said eyeing him.  "I feel hungry, Henry! Please join me, old bean, in the garden?" he asked. Waddling toward the garden he sat down in a chair. He ordered Henry for the first course which he promptly delivered. It was a fruit dish which he began to devour ferociously. He looked so much like a pig that his brother turned up his lip.

"You know, just because you're trying to win the throne doesn't mean you lost your manners you know." George followed behind. He had not grown enough to even waddle yet. He sat down carefully as to not break the strings in the back as he groaned some. When he sat he felt the bones of the corset creak a bit.

"Too hungry to *mmm* care, *mmm* need *mmm* to get *snort* food in my hole *snort* faster." He snorted back, a bit out of breath from the eating. "How have *snort* you been *mmm* eating? Not a lot by the looks of you." He said.

He watched his brother. "You're so disgusting right now...I don't know if I can eat while watching you." He leaned back feeling like he would throw up if he watched him. "That's none of your concern. I am eating at my own pace." He looked down at the fruit as his belly rumbled. It looked delicious and he really wanted to eat it.

"I don't care about you or manners. All I want is the throne." He snorted out, licking up the remains off his fingers. Henry put down his second course, a meat dish which Heathcliff quickly got to eating, like some kind of porcine at a trough. "Mmm, Henry,*snort* you've simply outdone yourself!"

"Yes, but you don't have to be a pig about it. You're so disgusting, and it pains me that I am related to you right now. You've become such an asshole since all of this has started and I don't very well like it. If you weren't family, I would have killed you and father over this nonsense!" He stood up and slammed his fist on the table. He grabbed his untouched fruit dish and smashed it square in the middle of his chest. "Go on and eat that, you bloody pig. I don't want to associate with you anymore, Heathcliff. You're no brother of mine." With that he gave him a little bow and walked away.

"Fine, I don't want a brother either!" He yelled across the garden. "Come on, Henry. We don't need him! We can have our own little picnic."

Henry gazed back at his brothers back and said "Okay... I'll feed you, my liege?" he asked setting his next dish down. It was a raspberry tart made out of chocolate.

"Yes, please do! I will eat this now since you went through the trouble of making it. However, from now on I don't want anything associated with my now ex-brother. That includes his love of raspberries." he opened his mouth, waiting for his first bite. "So I wanted to ask, are you a twin to with your brother? I have to say, I'd be better off with out a twin."

"No, I'm not. You see, I'm the youngest. My brother, who's currently serving your ex-brother, was born 9 months ahead of me." he blushed as he pulled off a piece of raspberry tart feeding it to him. "I guess that's why I felt drawn to you because you're the youngest too."

"You're lucky. Shame you're not the older brother. I'm sure Craig bossed you around a lot. I bet it sucked with him pushing you around. Why, if I was the older brother I'd push him around. I'd used my growing belly to squash him and put him in his place."

"True, but when I was hurt and lonely, he was there. Maybe my liege should make up with his brother?" He said rubbing his belly.

He was taking a drink of water and almost spit it out. "Are you kidding me? Why would I want to make up with a jerk like him?! He thinks I'M the ass? Well he's got it wrong, not to mention he ruined a perfectly good fruit dish on my clothes!"

"If it pleases, my liege. Even thought I think you did most of that." He mumbled that last part though.

"Fine....I'll do it for your sake...since it will be hard on Craig if you can't see him." he sighed while he continued to eat.

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Meanwhile, George headed back up to his room. He was hungry, and so pissed at Heath, even though he was really hurt. It hurt for him to disrespect him so much and to think just because he was younger that he could get away with things. He opened the door to his room, seeing Craig making his bed. He could tell he was surprised to see him back so soon.

"So tell me, did you have fun in the garden? How's your brother?" He asked fluffing the last pillow. Good thing he set it down because George, not caring, plopped himself down on the bed face first and moaned. When he came back up, he had red ringed eyes and tears were pouring out.

Craig sat down next to him and rubbed his back. "What happened love?" He asked softly as he petted his head. "Did he say mean things to you? How about I make us a nice pot of tea and some of your favorite sweets and we can have a nice long cuddle while you talk?"

"Yes. No, he didn't, but he behaved so slobbishly, and I said, I said..." He gulped and finished "I called him a pig and I said that I would of killed him and father and I never wanted to see him again!" He cried.

"Oh, my prince." he hugged him. "Sit tight and I'll be right back. Let's get some soothing warm tea in that belly and I'll get you out of that nasty corset." he kissed his cheek. He left the room quickly and came back in 20 minutes with tea, sandwiches and some of his favorite dessert to help calm him down. "Here you go honey! Sit up so you can drink." he locked the door behind him and sat the silver tray on the bed. "Now, what are you going to do? Do you still hate him?"

He looked up. "No, I don't. I never did. I was just angry at him. Please, just let me eat, then sleep." He put his head down on Craigs knee. "Craig, tell me, are you a twin also?"

"Alright sire." he patted his back. "No I am not. It must be great though. I am older by Henry by 9 months. I was born first, we could pass up for it right since we were born only 9 months apart, yes? I was always the big protector, and Henry was sickly when he was younger, so I would stay with him a lot so he wouldn't be lonely. He would always cry for me when I would go to school and he couldn't because he was sick, that and he often got picked on for being weak. I'd take on guys twice my size just to protect him, being of lower class. I'm sure you can at least understand since you've seen the outside, yes?"

"No I can't understand, but I do get where you're coming from. My brother couldn't wait to see me when I used to have my lessons. In fact, he used to wait out for me in front of our library. So I said to him one day, why doesn't he come in, and he said, because it wasn't his place, that he was fine just sitting there not ruling the kingdom." He remembered, smiling. "Then, he used to smile up at me, oh so proud. Oh, Craig, what have I done?" he let out a most anguished cry, and put his head down and cried.

He smiled at him. "Why don't you finish your food, and take a nap, while you compile your thoughts on maybe apologizing? But what about ruling the kingdom though? You still need to grow!"

He didn't need to compile his thoughts because right then, there was a knock on his door. Craig went to go answer it, and George said "No, don't! I don't have my corset on!"

"Excuse me, Craig." came Henry's voice. "But my liege has something to say to his brother."

Craig shushed him as he pulled him up out of bed quickly lacing him back up throwing a long shirt over his frame. He messed up his hair more while pushing him back into bed roughly with an apologetic smile. "You may come in now. My master is decent now."

He entered after Henry opened the door, belly first. He cleared his throat and said "I'm here to tell you, I'm sorry George for acting all piggish in front of you. But thats who I am, really. Just a pig in a mans clothes. But I can not be a pig without a brother. You're family and all, and I wanted to know if you'll accept me, pig and all."he looked up bashful at him and snorted. "And I'm sorry I'm so much more fatter then you." he sort of mumbled that last part.

George had him quickly close the curtains as well to hide his still puffy red eyes, wanting to have some dignity. He looked at him from his bed. "I think I can accept your apology...I'm sorry for what I said, but perhaps you can be a little less piggish, at least in my presence. I don't care what you do in your room. I hope you can understand that I can't be like that. I was bred to be proper and pristine...despite all of this, I can't let that go, at least, for myself. So I am sorry too. I love you, brother. I'd be lost without my mirror half." he smiled up at him. "How about a hug?"

"Yes, *sniff* let's!" and as he wrapped him in a hug he felt something. He felt around him more, and said "Hmm. Oh, brother dearest, I have an inkling that you're hiding your true self from us." He whispered as his brother paled.

He could see Craig facepalm as he realized the error of his ways by being hugged. "I don't know what you're talking about. I've always worn this it's to keep me straight and firm while mounted on a horse! Why do you think I looked so great in your paintings?" George thought up an excuse.

He looked at him and thought on it for a little while. "Okay." He said finally, looking up at his brother with admiration. Then he turned around and walked out, Henry behind him.

"You don't really believe that story now, do you, my liege?" Henry said as he looked up at Heathcliff.

"Not at all, Henry. I just want him to believe it, then when I take the throne it will make it taste that much sweeter, like the sweets he enjoys so much!"

"But why? You could have untied it. He could be hiding a lot more than you think. Corsets are a wonderful thing for creating curves...You were lying about your apology to him, weren't you?" he looked at Heath. "Because after your last statement, it sure contradicted your words."

"Not completely. It did hurt my moob when he flung his fruit dish at me. And I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do everything in my power to get him back! For I can't live without him just as I am sure he can't live without me.  I don't know why I didn't, though. I guess I thought that he has privacy, you know? Take me to my room Henry, for walking around the castle has tired me. I need a snack and a fuck."

"You're going to have to walk yourself my liege. You're far to heavy for me to carry. Weren't you at least a bit curious to see how big he was? He's still chunky looking." he ushered him to his room to get him a snack.

"Yes, I am. But its too late to now. I'm tired, now." he said, yawning. "You want to suck me off while I eat?" He waddled toward his room.

"Mmm, I'd be glad to suck you off." He smiled, licking his lips. "You know I'd do anything for you!"

"Thank you Henry! You certainly know how to put a fat boys mind at ease!" He said as he waddled. "*Huff* Why does my brothers room have to be so far away?! It feels like I am having a heart attack. I need to lay off the sweets for a while or build up my muscle tone."

"Oh, you don't need to build muscle. Just make your brother come to you. I mean it's obvious he's not going to win, you know. Besides, exercise for him is good, yes? You just need to stay in your room and do absolutely nothing." he pulled him along as locked the door behind him.

He had to admit that sounded nice. "Okay, if you'll feed me." He smiled and went into his room. He fell into bed happy that he had his boy there to fuck. Speaking of, Henry went over to him, ripped his pants off, and started giving him a blowie.

"I'll always feed you." Henry spread his fat legs, sucking him off greedily. "Mmm, I swear fatties taste so yummy." He cupped and rubbed his balls while sucking him. "If you stop eating, then I stop too." he smirked.

"That's not a problem~! I will always have to eat, especially with this body that you helped me cultivate and grow." he said as he moaned and screamed out his name. "Besides, I want you to feed me until I am immobile, barely able to live."

"I'm afraid I can't let the last part happen. If you do that who will rule, then? That's the whole reason that this is deciding. At least, until you provide an heir that is. Also...our time together might be short. Your father only had us help you for the year. After this, we might have to go back to our regular duties. If you're going to court a woman, we can't very well play around. So we must make the best of this now."

"Yes, true." he thought on it for a good little bit and then tentatively said "But what if I hire you to be my most trusted, most loyal helper? You could be my right hand man!" he said getting all excited.

"I am afraid I am only good as a butler. I don't mind staying if you will allow me. I just could no longer do intimate things with you when you court a wife to be your queen, is all. But, if you'll allow me, I'll stay as long as you like. In a way, I was a presents to you for your birthday."

"What if I never take a queen? What if I adopt a heir? Will you stay with me and keep doing these intimate things with me, as you put it?" He cried. "What if I marry you?"

"Oh dear! I've put silly things in your head." he licked under his balls. "Hush up and eat, or I won't continue, my prince." He smirked but cursed for putting such things in his head.

"Oh!! You'll think about it, won't you?" he groaned as he came, wiping tears off his face. "I am sorry for crying earlier. It's not befitting of a ruler."

"Hmhm, it's fine. Now let continue and grow you big!" He kissed him wiping away his tears.

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In George's room he was fuming. "Ugh! That bastard! He knew and I was so stupid to let him hug me! I don't know what I am feeling."

"You're feeling anger because he betrayed you? Of course if my brother did something like that, I'd feel like I'd been betrayed, too." Craig said to George.

"Do you think I am overthinking this? I mean...should I really just give in an eat? I must have the throne...but I want to get him back and look as small as possible then surprise the fuck out of him. What do you think Craig?"

Craigs lips twitched into a smile. "You want to know what I think? I think you should just give in and let me feed you. You know, I've been addicted to it ever since that first night." he thought some more and said, "And about your brother, I would love to see that look of surprise on his fat face when we-- I mean you win!"

George blushed some as he told him. "I'm glad I'm not the only one, and hey you'll win too. I mean you're helping me and I like that a lot. How about you get this thing off me and you can totally feed me? All of this drama made me hungry. Will you have some tea with me too?"

"Yes, my liege." he said as he helped him out of the corset. Folding it up, he asked "What would you like tonight, sire? We have these wonderful sweet buns, or if my lord doesn't want to spoil his appetite with sweets, we have some exotic meats, made with spices from the far off lands of India." he set out a plate.

"The meats first, then the buns. I've been craving meat lately! I could go for a large slab of steak and potatoes...mmmm. I love meat too. Speaking of meat, how often do you eat? I hardly see you touch anything in my presence." he grabbed his arm pulling him onto his belly.

"Everything goes into feeding you, my liege; to make another roll in your gorgeous fat! I eat enough while you're asleep. And besides don't you like this contrast between our bodies, sire?" He said touching him in between his legs.

"Alright, and I have to admit, I do get quite turned on knowing that I am getting bigger and bigger. And not to mention, I could possibly be squashing you. Though...I think you would look good filled out. Round enough to grind bellies with. Maybe 6th month pregnant woman sized. I'd love to kiss it like you kiss me."

"I get turned on by the thought of you squashing me, too. Mmm, like a bug." he said. "But if you so wish for me to gain, then so be it, sire. I might steal your food to feed myself though." he bowed into him, making his belly smoosh out to the sides. "And what do you know? Steaks on the menu tonight. A nice big steak for my big boy." he leaned into him and whispered "I'm your beetle!"

"I don't mind sharing if it's with you. I think it would be hot to feed each other." He kissed him. "Lets start now by feeding each other the steak?" he sat up sitting the plate between him. "Take off everything on the top." He started to unbutton his jacket, then his vest, slipping off his tie and slowly taking off his button down to reveal his creamy tight body. "Did I ever tell you you're gorgeous?"

"Me, your liege? No, I am not gorgeous, compared to you." he said flipping himself over on his creamy white belly, making waves.  "Mmm... gladly!" he said nipping at the steak.

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It had now been a month and a half since they started eating for real. For George, he was slowly breaking and was successful in eating and growing quite well. He was still very embarrassed, but he was growing. If not quite large in fact, George was becoming a very bottom heavy boy. His ass was very round and out there, and despite trying to hide his belly he could not hide his ever growing rear. He was waiting for Craig to come back. He blushed, looking in his mirror, cupping his fat arse cheeks, moaning a bit. "Damn...my ass is so fucking big! It's bigger than Heath's. When I win, I'm going to need a big throne to fit this ass."

Heath was taking a morning waddle, through the garden. He had to sit down; it was exhausting being as big as he was. He was thankful though that he still could walk, for he was nearing immobility. His boy, Henry, came along with a snack. "Thank *huff* you, *puff* Henry!"

"You're welcome, my prince." He smiled. "I brought you some water to help quench your thirst and to cool you down." Henry smiled and kissed him. Since being with Heath, it was a matter of time before he would gain weight. Henry was now sporting a bit of a pot belly. Tasting his food to make sure it was good enough for him was taking it's toll. Not to mention every night he would fill his belly with cum. It was always so thick and filling and he would moan at the thought of his belly being filled with his thick sweet spunk. He rubbed his belly from his morning 'feeding' from his prince, still full.

Heath was well aware that his boy had been gaining, but so long as it didn't interfere with his gaining, he thought 'What the hell? Let him gain!' He liked to kiss his belly when they were having oral, because sometimes he would be bottom, and he loved it.

Henry smiled. "Do you think you can walk a little farther? I know you have this snack for now, but don't eat too much. I have a surprise for you under the willow tree." he cooed, kissing him and rubbing his great belly.

"Yes... I can!" He got up very slowly, waddling very slowly towards the willow. He had to sit down twice before he made it! "Okay... huff... what... puff... is... huff puff it?" he asked out of breath, tired from waddling that far. 'It had better be sex... or food.'

He parted the willow and there was a large picnic near the tree and a large pile of elegant pillows to lay on. "How about some lunch, then I will be your dessert." he went into the basket pulling out a large wine bottle full of melted chocolate. "Would you like that sire?"

"Yes..." He said, rolling on top of him. He kissed him deeply.

"What is that smell?" He followed his nose until he found a whole fried chicken in the picnic basket. "Is that whole thing for me?"

"Mhm, I already picked a little so the rest is yours." he smiled and pulled out an apple for himself to eat as he watched his lover be a pig and eat his food.

He dug his face into it like a pig. "Mmm... this is so good!" he snorted out. "You...mmm... almost... snort!... have to get me...mmm... a trough!" he said as he got an idea. He brought his face up, grease from the chicken still dripping off his face and said "Henry...get me a pigs trough."

As he was eating his apple he almost choked. "S-sire, are you sure?" he started laughing. "If your brother knew you were asking for this...why, he would be furious and disown you!"

"I know that, but I need a way so that my food makes it into my stomach sooner, and I need a bloody trough to do it! Besides, I don't care what my brother thinks. I made that obvious enough, at our picnic that we had a few months ago. Henry, I order you, get me a trough! I don't care where from, I only care if it's clean!"

"Yes, sire." he bowed and went to go find him a trough. He looked for one in town at the local butcher, offering to buy one, which he did. It was large enough for the prince as he carried it back making sure to clean it. His lordship made him very happy and he wasn't about to serve him anything that wasn't clean. Henry arrived in his room 2 hours later with said trough and food. "Sire, I have returned."

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In George's room he sat writing a few letters as he nibbled on some cookies Craig had made him. He thought it was a while that he'd seen his brother and he wanted to know how he was faring against him. "Craig...can you do me a favor? Do you think you could take a peak at my brother to see if I've gotten as big or bigger than him?"

"Yes, my liege." Craig said as he got up and bowing, left the room, and hurried down the castle. He knocked when he arrived at his door.

"Yes? Who is it?" Called Henry through the door.

"It's me, brother dear, I've come to see how your boyfriend is fairing against mine. I just want to take a peak and to see you. I only ever see you in the kitchen." He pouted through the door.

An eye came through the door. It was Henry. "He's doing fine. Thank you. Now, leave, please!" he said closing the door.

"Huh? Whats up? You're never this quick with me. Whats wrong?" he looked down at himself seeing his own belly. "If you're trying to hide your weight, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I've put on a few myself. Henryyyy..." he wined to tease him.

"No, no, its not that... it's just that master is eating right now and he doesn't want to be disturbed!" he said through the door.

"Alright fine, come see me later. I want to see you." He turned away. George wouldn't be too happy with him not giving him a full answer. He wasn't sure what to tell him. Either could end in a bad way, if he told him he was bigger then he would slow down, if he wasn't he'd get discouraged again and he hated seeing his lover disappointed.

So, he went around to the window and took a peak. He saw something disgusting, disturbing and downright weird. 'Ho ho, when I tell my master about this, he'll disown him!' he thought as he watched him from a window. Henry was in there feeding and loving his master as he ate food from a trough!

George sat happily eating his cookies as he finished his writing. With having some one as special as Craig for moral and positive support, he was more outgoing about eating as he grew fatter. He prided himself to keeping his mobility. However he still had a ways to go. He thought how father had not seen them yet.

Craig was coming back and he had something to tell him, as he entered the room. "Hurmp, hurmp. My liege? Can I talk to you?" as he went over to his bed.

"Come in, Craig. I've just finished." he licked his finger clean and wiped his mouth of the powdered sugar. "What news? How big is he compared to me?"

"Yes sire. He is very big, bigger than you, but that's not the main thing." He giggled. "He's eating from a trough, like a big pig!"

He looked a bit discouraged before he snapped his head back up at him. "You've got to be joking... " He said to Craig but from his expression he was not. "I had a feeling he would do something like this." he groaned feeling utterly disgusted at him, and himself for having such a person as his brother. "How much would you gauge that he is bigger than me?"

"No, alas, I am not, my liege. He's eating from a real trough. As for how much I think he's ahead, about a hundred pounds, give or take." He said then changed the subject. "Would you like to go for a waddle, my liege? Its a beautiful day out, today."

"Yes, I would. I've been sitting here for too long and I'm bored with my writings. Can we eat outside? I'd like to have a picnic with you." he stood up to walk to him, bumping his belly into Craigs, grinding it against him. With Craig he felt much better about going out and was wearing his corset gradually less and less.

"Good, lets go. I've laid out your best suit out and your corset, if you choose to wear it, sire." he bowed. "Though I hope you don't, because I like your belly." he said under his breath.

"How about something a bit more comfortable today than my suite?" he looked down at him, fumbling with his pajama top. "If you make sure the coast is clear and the gardeners are all away, and no one else is outside, then I won't wear the corset." he rubbed his own big belly.

"As you wish my liege." he said, looking out the door. Seeing no one out, he called back to him "Its all clear~! Though I wish you wouldn't be so self-conscious about your weight. It isn't that bad." he mumbled.

"I know... but I can't help but think I won't be loved by the kingdom if they see me so fat. I mean...a lot of royal's are but I still can't help but feel that way. I mean, what if someone won't take me seriously and thinks I'm a pushover." He flexed what used to be guns, but now his arm fat hid them.

"It doesn't! I mean, yeah, to some you may seem like a pushover, but that wouldn't matter if you were thin or fat! And if it matters what a poor servant boy thinks, I think you look beautiful. I loved you and would keep loving you even if you returned to being your regular weight. I wouldn't be happy about it, but I'd still love you.~"

George smiled and hugged him into his fat body. "I love you, too. And if it means anything, I'm glad you're with me. I know it's slow but I am accepting myself, and you make me feel better when I feel so large an unloved." he kissed him. "M-maybe once in a while I can let go for a little and be a pig just for you...In the confines of our room of course. I'd like to make you more happy by telling me what you'd like me to do."

"Gladly, my liege. Nothing would make me happier." He sniffled a bit as he descended the stairs with his fat master."Would you be willing to eat from a trough like your brother's doing? Or is that too far?" he asked.

"I wouldn't go that far, but I think I can at least stick my face into a dish if you so wish and eat with my hands." he blushed some thinking about it, trying not to be to stuck up about the idea. "Would that make you happy? I'd maybe let you smear food on me and eat it off."

"Yes, my liege. It would make me very happy, if you were happy." he said as he helped his master over the grounds to a nice picnic place that he had in mind.

"Good. Give me a day to compile myself then I can let go a little for you." He smiled as he plopped down with an 'oomph' on the ground that made his body jiggle and him take a deep breath. "So what did you make?"

"I made you a fruit dish, and macaroni for your starch. Or if the prince prefers I also made a chicken pot pie for your starch." He said pulling out a pan of the chicken dish and sniffing it. "And for dessert you can have an apple pie, or if pie is not your cup of tea, I also made you a cake."

"I don't know what to eat first... just pick whatever and feed it to me. I'm really hungry. Besides, you know me, I like any sweets. I think father told me mother practiclaly inhaled sweets when she was pregnant with us. Father said I was chunkier when I came out; he said I was the one who ate all of the sweets." he laughed.

Craig giggled and said, "Yes, master has quite the sweet tooth. Would you like dessert first?" he offered. "Do you miss your mom? What was she like? If I'm not getting to personal..."

"No, it's best to save dessert last that way I can be slow and savor every bit of it." he smiled as he fed him the chicken pot pie first. "I miss her a lot, she was very beautiful. Her hair was like the color of sunflowers on a beautiful spring day with sky blue eyes that I could just get lost in. Mother hated being cooped up inside. She was the one who bought me my first horse and taught me to ride. Mother loved to take walks and we would go with. She was very active and a strong woman. My favorite part about her was when she would read to me. Brother would fall asleep halfway through but I'd be up the entire time to hear the end. She fell sick on our 8th birthday...she collapsed and for 6 months, she slowly withered away. Do you want to meet my mother?"

"Yes, but I thought your mother was dead?" he said looking curiously at him. "Where is she?" he asked as George got up and pulled him up.

He grunted. It took several attempts to get up, having sweated a little from doing so. Smiling, he entwined his hand in Craig's leading them to the back of the garden where the was only one lonely tree with a circle of sunflowers around it and a small headstone. "Hello mother. I haven't forgotten about you...and I hope you don't mind that I've gotten really large; but, brother has too." he smiled. "Mom, this is my boyfriend Craig. Craig, say hi to Genevieve."

He said, "Hi, Genevieve. Your son is a great young man, and such a good eater. Which I guess he got from his father, while he got his love of horses from you. Anyway, its a pleasure making your acquaintance." he curtsied while George giggled.

George smiled bringing him close as he felt the wind pick up. He could swear he felt a comforting presence as the wind caressed through his hair. "I bet if she were here she would scold father. Mmm, but I'm not minding so much." he caressed his big belly.