No, something more urgent comes up

Ted's stomach gurgled to let him know that while the rest of him had certainly been pampered his digestive tract was still suffering and would appreciate some attention.

"Are you hungry Elouise," he asked his mother-in-law as she luxuriously licked at his balls.

" I could eat," she said and then giggled.

"Could you make us some greasy bacon cheeseburgers?" He asked. "They help with the hangover."

For all her faults before he transformed he, she had always been an amazing cook.

"I'll do anything you tell me to do, Ted," She reminded him cheerfully.

As tempting as making her cook naked was, hot grease on that newly youthened skin should be avoided. Still, he wasn't about to ask her to make her body fit Krista's wardrobe.

Some rummaging found a solution. Ted started in delight as Eloise squirmed into Krista's lemon-yellow yoga pants, her massive tits a kinetic wonder as they bounded and jostled with the effort. On his mother-in-law's new ass, his wife's pants were stretched to translucency.

A white v-neck t-shirt, loose on Krista, was able to stretch obscenely over Eloise's fun bags. Ted tied a knot in the bottom at one side to bare her midriff and enhance the effect. He then pulled her dark hair up into a high ponytail with a yellow scrunchie.

He found the highest heels Krista owned in the back of her closet and declared Eloise's outfit complete. Dressing her up like a bimbo was fun! He'd need to take her shopping once he figured things out.

He pulled on a t-shirt and sweatpants himself and took his toy to the kitchen. She was unstable, unused to high heels and the new shape of her body, but Ted was glad to support her as needed and grope her as wanted. She giggled happily, enjoying her new outfit the way he has told her to.

He got her in an apron and set her to work, admiring her ass as she retrieved ingredients from the fridge, then sighed. He really needed to see if Krista had texted. If she was heading back and about to find the improved Eloise cooking in her stretched out clothes, he should at least have a heads up.

He found his phone in the pants he had abandoned in the living room, next to the drying pool of vomit. He should have Eloise clean that up. Maybe in a French maid outfit?

Phone. He needed to focus.

He didn't have any messages. He should have predicted that, really. Krista would expect him to beg. He'd need to reach out at least three times before she'd respond. No way would she initiate.

But surely she would check in with her mom.

"Hey, Eloise?" He called to the kitchen. "Where's your phone?"

"On the table by my bed!" She called back.

He retrieved it, wrinkling his nose at the lingering smell of old Eloise and again marveling at what she'd turned herself into at his command. Sure enough, Krista had texted.

"Are you okay, Mom? I'm sorry I left you with Ted like that. I just can't understand why you were drinking with him. Did he make you? I'm at Ellen's. Please let me know you're okay."

He wandered back to the kitchen, wondering how to respond in a way that would get Krista to spend the night at her friend's house. The kitchen was filled with the smell of frying bacon and carmelizing onions Krista had limited family bacon consumption to two slices each on Saturday mornings since Eloise's heart attack last year and bacon on a weekday was almost as much of a wicked thrill as fucking Krista's mother!

Remembering all of Krista's dietary rules gave Ted an idea. He clicked 'reply ' on Krista's phone.

"I'm so ashamed, Pumpkin. I never told you, but I'm an alcoholic. I was making that green smoothie you and the doctor said I have to drink for lunch when Ted came home drunk. He said the smoothie would taste better with rum in it. I know I shouldn't have, but they're just so nasty and it had been so long…"

Ted sent that, then admired Eloise's ass as she started grilling patties. He continued:

"Once I started, I couldn't stop. I've always been that way with ****. That's why I've always been so strict about it with you. It's my greatest weakness. I don't remember everything, but I know I was horrible and hurtful. Can you ever forgive me?"

Time seemed to crawl. But at last a reply came.

"This is all Ted's fault, Mom. He took advantage of your weakness. You're a victim here. Is he still there? Are you safe?"

"Of course it's all my fault," Ted muttered.

"What's your fault, Teddy?" Eloise asked.

"Um, a story I made up," he admitted. "So I guess technically it is all my fault. Oh well. I'm trying to convince Krista to spend the night at Ellen's so we can fuck more."

"That's a great idea!"Eloise said, then giggled.

Ted responded to Krista: "I'm okay. I think Ted is passed out downstairs. After you left, I threw up. That helped. When I realized how horrible I'd acted, I locked myself in my bedroom. I'm here now."

Krista replied.

"I am so angry at Ted, Mom! More for what he did to you than what he said to me!"

She didn't know the half of it, Ted thought. Another text came in.

"Do you want me to come home and be with you? I can make Ted leave. I should have done that anyway."

Fuck. Time to tread carefully.

"I think he's ****, Krista. And my door is locked. I don't want you to get in a fight with him while he's drunk. It will be easier to kick him out once he sobers up. I hope he has a horrible hangover!!!"

That sounded like the old Eloise!

"Are you sure, Mom? I hate that I left you with him!"

"I'm fine. Pumpkin. I just need to sleep it off and start fresh tomorrow. My door is locked and Ted can't do a dang thing in his current state."

There was an excruciating minute of nothing when he couldn't even enjoy watching Eloise assemble their burgers. But at last…

"If you're sure you're okay, I'll spend the night at Ellen's. "

Ted sighed in relief at the reprieve.

"I'm fine, baby. Just embarrassed and ashamed. I'm going to sleep now. You try to rest too. We'll deal with Ted together in the morning. "

Another awkward silence, then "Sleep well, Mom. This wasn’t your fault."

He really hoped she bought it and wasn’t at that very moment driving home.

But then Eloise exclaimed "TaDa!" holding two big, succulent burgers in front of her big, succulent breasts. Even if Krista was on the way, he was in heaven right now!

"Eloise, my dear," he said, taking his burger. "This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship!"

Eloise giggled in agreement as he bit into the greasy bacon cheeseburger and groaned at its perfection, then took a huge bite of her own and chewed in rapture, looking more orgasmic than when he had been making her come.

He encouraged her to lose the apron and grab a barstool beside him. Setting the disc and her phone on the counter top, he was able to eat with one hand and grope her tits with the other. Life was good!

They both groaned and sighed and giggled so much, anyone overhearing would assume they were fucking again. The burgers were just that good!

And it had been a long time for both of them. Ted would occasionally sneak off to bars or diners behind Krista's back, but that was rare enough. And Eloise hadn't eaten like that since the heart attack, though she used to all the time.

"You know what, Teddy?" She said to him with her mouthful, her cheeks flush since his roving hand had moved to her crotch. "I think maybe I'm falling in love with you!"

Ted snorted in disbelief.

"I never told you to do that!" He said, looking askance at the disc on the counter.

"I know, I know," she said with a lopsided grin with a glob of mayo at the corner. "But you have such great, fun ideas and you taught me about porn and you fucked me SO good! And now you're letting me eat real food! I haven't been this happy in, well, in forever! And sitting here with you now, I just feel so…so… I mean, it's like my heart is just… my heart is just…"

Her eyes were huge. Her face was glowing. Was she really in love with him?

"Your heart is just…" he prompted.

"Oh god…" she whispered.

And then she toppled backwards off the barstool.

Ted blinked. Staring down at the **** heap on the floor that was his mother-in-law, unable to grasp what had just happened.

"Eloise?" He managed. "Eloise. What's wrong, Eloise?"

He knew she had heart trouble, but that was before! He had made her 21! Who has a heart attack at 21?

"Get up, Eloise!" He commanded. "Get up!"

She continued to lie there.

He grabbed the disc. Of course!

"Get up, Eloise!" He demanded.

She shuddered but remained sprawling.

"Get up, Eloise, Damn it!" He said, squeezing the disc until his hand bled. "Please!"

Nothing. He started at the disc. The hideous face mocked him again. He hadn't told Eloise to be 21. He told her to LOOK 21. The woman he'd been spending hours of hedonistic pleasure with still had the cardiovascular system of a morbidly obese 67 year old

And apparently she couldn't obey commands she couldn't hear either.

He dropped down in a belated attempt to help her, not letting go of the disc in case it somehow got through to her as he tried to administer first aid. But she wasn't waking up, no matter what he did. He was so fucked!

He grabbed Eloise's phone and called 911.