As the newly washed Mr. Grimaldi steps out of the shower Rodrick can see him trying to dry himself off.
Being so large he misses many parts of his body and picks up Rodrick and pulls the pair of underwear on to a still wet crotch and ass crack. Rodrick soaking up the missed water.
Rodrick can feel the moistness under Mr. Grimaldi's moobs and watches as he steps in front of the mirror to shave.
Rodrick finds it interesting how he shaves the many chins on Mr. Grimaldi's face. Lifting fold after fold and scraping the tough hair from his face.
Rodrick didn't really have any facial hair and he found it exciting to feel the scrape of the blade on Mr. Grimaldi's face.
The tingle from the aftershave and the lotion he rubbed all over his body to keep him nice and soft.
As he gets ready for bed he pulls the covers up over his ample frame and it is at that moment that Rodrick realizes that he and his wife don't sleep in the same bed. The each have their own full size bed like they did in the 50's sit coms. They hadn't had sex in years and this frustration is probably why Mr. Grimaldi had focused on eating rather than other entertainment growing so round.
Rodrick didn't get a bit of sleep and he couldn't turn off his senses with the snoring that the big man did all night long.
It was in the morning when Rodrick finally got to sleep and there he was. Having lived the fat man's senses all night long he woke and he was no longer feeling the senses of Mr. Grimaldi.
HE WAS MR. GRIMALDI.
As much as he tried he could not get his mind back into the underwear. He was Mr. Grimaldi and he was the only one in Mr. Grimaldi's mind.
Where was Mr. Grimaldi?
This fat old man's boring life was his life now.