Chapter 17 - final chapter

With seven new pounds on me, and eight on Taylor, I was eager to see how we looked together on camera. I set up the tripod and camera, and we took our pose standing belly to belly, arms reaching to each other. It seemed like our arms didn't reach as far as before. Once the camera went off, we rushed (well as much as two fat, full people can rush) to see how we looked. Yes indeed, there was definite growth there. I downloaded the shot to my computer so we could see it full screen. No doubt about it, we'd grown. When I compared it to prior shots, the change was obvious.

As I sat and checked the photos, Taylor stood behind me, leaned over and nestled my head under her breasts and on her soft, round tummy. That's all it took to end the photo editing session. The shots had turned us both on, and we rutted like pigs. At least, that's how I think pigs rut.

As the holidays continued on, we continued to eat. Taylor ate well, in fact very well, but she wasn't stuffing herself to the limit. She was, however, stuffing me to the limit. Every day. Breakfast and lunch were impressively heavy, but not so heavy that I couldn't go to a shoot or edit photos. Dinner on the other hand, was a feast every night. Either Taylor cooked a huge meal, or we went out. Taylor had determined which restaurants offered the largest portions, and we made our rounds regularly. We always had appetizers, we always had a big entrée, and we always had dessert. Dessert became a game, with Taylor acting like she couldn't decide. So we'd order several different desserts. Between the two of us, we'd finish them off with me getting the larger shares. The management got used to us, especially since they knew that we'd be ordering a lot of food.

One Sunday after another, we'd weigh in. After Thanksgiving week, I went from 225 to 229 to 234 and the week before Christmas, 238. Taylor went from 262 to 264 to 265 to 267. I was gaining, slowly. I had closed within 30 pounds of her. Christmas week meant Christmas parties and we made the rounds, eating and drinking like we were on a mission. Which, come to think of it, we were. Christmas day we joined a pot luck with several other couples. We were the fattest, of course. And we ate way more than anybody else. The Sunday after Christmas we weighed in and I had made it to 241. Taylor was 269. I was closing the gap.

We went to a New Year's party and as usual ate more than anyone else. Our friends started talking about their New Year's resolutions. It was the usual about losing weight and exercising more. After everyone else had stated their resolution, the crowd turned to us. We both had our mouths full. After finally swallowing, we both smiled and I said, "No resolutions. We're good." And ate some more.

We settled into the routine of a heavy breakfast and lunch with a massive dinner, especially for me. By the first Sunday in February, I was up to 252. Taylor weighed in at 275. By March, I reached 265 and Taylor was at 283. Only 18 pounds difference now.

Come April, I weighed 277. It had been a good month for me. Taylor was up to 291. Fourteen pounds.

First Sunday in May, I stepped on the scale and was happy to see 291 pounds. Taylor weighed 298. "Only seven pounds difference, Brad. This may be the month you catch up."

The following week I weighed 295. Taylor weighed exactly 300 pounds. "Did you ever think you'd see me weigh 300 pounds? Can you believe it?"

"I remember when you showed up last year weighing what, 147? I doubted you'd gain the first three pounds."

"And now you've got a 300 pound woman on your hands. What are going to do about that?"
I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. "I'd rather show you than tell you."
After a raucous round of love making, we lay together on the sheet, recovering. "I'm within five pounds of you, Taylor. I may catch up next week."

"We'll see," she said. "I promise I won't gain too much. Only a little." She kept that mischievous grin on her face, so I didn't know what I was going to see.

The next Sunday, I got on the scale and weighed 300 pounds. It all came down to whether Taylor had wanted me to catch her, or wanted to string this out some more. She stepped up. 300 pounds! I'd done it! We weighed the same, after all these months. Since we were in the bathroom, I looked in the mirror at us. We looked like we weighed every bit of 300 pounds. I couldn't stop looking at how big our bellies were. "Like what you see, babe?" she asked.

"You bet I do," I answered. "This is happier than I ever thought I could be. I guess the only question is, now that I've caught up and we're both the same weight, what do we do next?"

Taylor grinned that mischievous grin again. "Why don't we see how we like 350?"