chapter 2

"It's me...Bill. Taylor, I have your lunch and some news from your mom." He pushed the door open with his knee and walked in carrying a huge tray. As soon as he got in he saw her near nakedness and blushed furiously, immediately averting his eyes, the image of her soft new curves swelling out of lacy black underthings that hid absolutely nothing burned into his brain, leaving retinal shock and his groin pulsing.

Embarrassed he turned away not exactly sure what to do other than continue with his task, trying to act nonchalant. He knew his face was red as a tomato, flushed as he set the overloaded tray down by her custom wheelchair set in front of the huge windows overlooking the private beach below.

Regaining his composure and pointedly looking elsewhere he scolded her. "Taylor what are you doing standing? Doc said you're not to put any weight on that break for another 4 weeks at least. You know your family has tricky genetics and your bones don't knit as fast as most people. So put something on and let me help you to your chair...I've half a mind to give you a spanking on the widening stern of yours," he teased, knowing he would never dare touch her as much as he desired to.

Taylor blushed more hearing Bill comment, still red from him catching her in her underwear. Yes, she knew that he seemed to like her softer and curvier figure but she was not sure she was ready and comfortable for him to see her like that. Especially since the underwear was not hiding any of her weight gain and all of her perceived imperfections would be visible. Well not yet anyway, maybe soon.

She only got redder when he scolded her from being up on her feet. He was right to scold her and now she was feeling the pain of putting weight on her foot.

"You probably would love to spank me. Now stay turned around and stop looking at my new fat" she teased back. An image came to her mind of him spanking her and the idea was strangely exciting, imagining her ass jiggling in response as she lay over his large thighs. Then she noticed the tray loaded with food. The delicious aromas reaching her nose and her stomach grumbled hungrily.

Doing as she was told, the blonde songstress put on a white robe and lightly tied it closed. Even closed, it still left small gaps that revealed a little of her breasts and belly.

Seeing her obey and slip on a thin robe he turned from the mirror and moved toward her and took her into his arms, loving this small slip of a girl he had cared for and protected for these many years. Her rise to fame, his coping with the logistics of her safety, protecting from her rabid fans, from stalkers, once even a wealthy foreign prince who tried to rape her. The results to that scion of some ancient family were not pleasant...knowing the fellow is still recovering in some Swiss hospital was very satisfying.

"I love your new fat," he teased back, "And now your going to grow a little more."

Yes he loved her but he knew her returning his affection impossible, he was much too old for her and not much of a looker though vaguely handsome in a rough cowboy/biker sort of way, besides he sported a very socially unacceptable belly. His mass and density perfect for manhandling paparazzi and gate crashers but no comparison to the young bucks in her circle of celebrity friends.

Her retirement from that scene had encouraged him, her accident unfortunate but one he secretly welcomed. She had always been too thin in his mind and as she blossomed as a result from her current sedentary situation, extremely welcome in his mind. Even better was seeing her seemingly welcome her gains, he realized she actually had a desire to grow curvier and now was free to do so, free of her recording studio contracts and that clueless manager she had.

Yes, he knew he was out of any romantic picture with her, but even so more than anything wanted her happy and healthy, loving her brilliant wit and unexpected intelligence, rare in someone so young and beautiful. It thrilled him to watch as she literally blossomed willingly.

Her mother was a blessing, as mothers generally aren't, encouraging Taylor to let herself go...so he eagerly followed suit and encouraged her to extra portions, even going as far as replacing clothes she slowly outgrew with ones matching but in slightly larger sizes. A dirty trick perhaps, but gratifying to see her radiant happiness.

"That's better" he said as he settled her and put the overloaded tray of food within her reach. And moved to open the drapes to the balcony outside. The day was glorious, the temperature perfect with a delicious breeze off the ocean.

She winced a bit when he opened the blinds, the sunlight hitting her eyes for a moment after being in the dark for a bit.

"Thank you" she said sweetly when he put the heavy tray of food down on the wheel chair's sturdy shelf over her lap. At this level, she had a good view of his belly. She thought that it looked cute on him and briefly thought of reaching out to touch it to see his reaction. Bill was a big and strong guy but the soft belly made him more of a cuddly teddy bear for her. She had felt safe when she had her stuffed teddy bear when she was younger and now she felt safe when she had Bill with her.

"Be a good girl and finish all that; and if you do I'll give you a nice massage to keep you limber and your blood circulating. That more than anything will help you heal." He glanced down not being able to help himself and noticed through her slightly parted robe the new swell of her breasts and the rounded curve of her belly. He blushed again and continued " By the way your mom told me you were well enough for her to head home so she's packing. Said she was leaving her cook here and between her and me you'd in good hands. She'll say goodbye before I run her to the airport in your hummer."

"What kind of massage will you give me?" she asked Bill playfully as she began to eat. The tray had a stack of 4 chocolate chip pancakes her favorites with butter and maple syrup, a bowl of frosted flakes with rich creamy whole milk to pour, a several buttery cinnamon rolls, and a large glass of milk and orange juice. She started on the pancakes first as they were her favorite. "Mm, so good" she moaned softly with her eyes closed chewing and swallowing slowly, feeling that amazingly sensual feeling of filling again.

"Maybe I'll surprise you," he teased again and moved the plate closer to her, "Stop dawdling and finish it all, babe, it's what the doctor ordered. Oh and your friends the three graces, texted me asking if they could come by this afternoon...it's up to you, I brought you your phone." He slipped it out of his pocket and laid it on the tray, smiling down at her.

A loving warmth surged through her as the blonde pop star saw Bill continue to look her over and encouraging her to eat. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him looking down at the revealing gaps in her robe. She leaned forward to take another bite purposely letting the gap widen, his gaze encouraging her to eat the pancakes faster. They were so good that once she started eating them, she couldn't stop until she had eaten them all. When she did, she let out a girlish burp causing her to blush. "Oops, excuse me" she said quickly.

"Now you have room to finish your food," he said, imitating her mother's voice, wanting to reach down and massage that now very rounded belly of hers. It had started to push the gap in her robe even wider, the rounded cleavage of her breasts in plain sight, her nipples still covered but, he noticed, erect against the thin fabric. He shook himself out of his fantasy and knew he had to get out of the room before he did something stupid.

Stuttering he made a lame segue..."Ummm...you're looking great Taylor, love your hair this morning. Ummm, is there anything I can get you?"

She looked up at him with a radiant smile loving his blushing clumsiness. "Thank you Bill! I would love it if you could bring me a pumpkin spice latte. I love those" she said and fondly watched him gather up the now empty tray and move to obey her. He was graceful for someone so large, yes, just like her big warm teddy bear.

Her phone vibrated and seeing her friends nick blushed at the thought of seeing them all again. As much as she would love to see them she was embarrassed about letting them see her in her current state. Maybe they would be mean and tease her about her weight gain? She quickly scolded herself....no, if they were her friends, they would not do that.

Deciding, she sent them each a text: "Hey! love to see you today, Bill is making pumpkin spiced lattes. Come over anytime xx".

All three models replied that they would be over in the early afternoon.