chapter 3

I felt a twinge of sympathy for her, but I wasn't ready to welcome her with open arms. I asked her why she hadn't gone to one of her girlfriends. "I burned a lot of bridges when I lived with Tony," she answered. "I pushed away all my friends. None of them will have anything to do with me. You're my last hope, Brad."

I was still suspicious, and anyway, this wasn't anything I needed. It had taken me a long time to get my head straight, and I didn't want to end up in the emotional state I'd been in a couple of years before. "Taylor, after what you did, you're asking a lot. I know that you can get inside my head and screw me up. Why should I open myself up for that?"

Taylor got up and walked over to me and sat on the arm of my office chair. "How about for the sex, Brad? We had some great sex, didn't we babe?"

"No doubt," I replied. "You were always great in the sack. But let me tell you where I am these days. I've gotten to the point in my life where I've decided what I want, and I really don't care who knows." That got a confused look from her. "Anyone who knows me knows that I like curvy girls." I nodded at her to make the point. "But a girl being curvy really isn't enough for me. What I really what is for a girl to be fat."

That got her attention. "You mean, uh, you mean like pleasantly plump?"

"No, I don't mean pleasantly plump. I mean fat. I mean that I like a woman with a nice, round, soft, fat belly. If a woman doesn't have a belly, I'm not interested. If she has a belly, I'm interested. If her belly sticks out past her boobs, I'm really interested. If she has big boobs and her belly is sticking out beyond them, I'm excited."

I leaned back and let Taylor process that for a minute. "Since you left me, I've gone after fat girls, and only fat girls. You know what? There are some fat girls who are really good at sex. Really, really good. So, babycakes, with all those nice, fat girls out there, why should I take a chance on you? Why should I give you a chance to get inside my head again?"

"Are you serious? Are you really telling me that I'm too skinny for you?"

I smiled. "That's exactly what I'm telling you. You're too skinny."

"So, what, I'm supposed to get fat for you?"

"Oh no, Taylor. I would never tell a woman to change herself for me. You just need to go find someone that likes skinny girls."

"Brad, there's no one else. I really hurt everyone I knew while I was with Tony. You're my last chance."

I just shrugged.

There was an uncomfortable silence while Taylor thought. There was no telling what was going through her mind. Finally, she looked up and fixed her gaze on me.

"So Brad, you tried to fatten me up back when we were together, didn't you? No, don't deny it, I remember all the fattening meals you fixed for me. Well, what if I let you fatten me up? You can have lots of fun feeding me and seeing me plump up."

Suddenly, I was tempted. It was a fantasy come true. But I knew that if the law caught up with Tony, Taylor would suddenly decide she didn't need me, and certainly didn't need to keep gaining weight. They could catch Tony tomorrow. Or maybe it would take weeks, maybe months to find him. I was taking a hell of a chance spending time with her. She could mess me up again, just like before. But the idea of Taylor, the vixen who was obsessive about watching her weight, was going to volunteer to fatten up, I had to consider it. But if I was going to take this chance, I wanted to make the most of it. And I wanted to be in control.

"Tell you what I'll do, Taylor. You can hide out here. But here's the deal. As long as you're with me, you're going to gain weight. And you're not going to gain a pound or two and tell me how fat you feel. No, I think you should be gaining, oh, let's see, three pounds each week. Yeah, that sounds reasonable."

Taylor's eyes widened. "Three pounds a week? Every week? I don't know if I can do that!"

"Take it or take your chances somewhere else. That's the offer. Once a week we weigh you. A week later, you've either gained three pounds or you're out of here."

"Well..."

&quo t;I'm not done," I continued. "I want to take pictures. Starting with the almost flat belly you have now, and every week I'll take pictures of your belly as it gets bigger and bigger."

"You mean naked? You want naked pictures of me?"

"Nah," I replied. "Just your naked belly. You can wear your bra and panties if you want. And I'll take the shots from the neck down. Don't worry, I'm not interested in posting your face on line. Your belly as it grows, though, that'll be fun." I smiled again. I was beginning to enjoy this.

"If Tony stays on the loose, I could be here a long time. I would get really fat."

"That's right, Taylor. The lipo-girl might end up as the fat girl."

Taylor had sat back down and had a thoughtful look on her face. "Let me get this straight. I stay here, and I stuff myself, eating all the fattening food that I've been denying myself all my life."

"Yeah," I replied, having the feeling that maybe I didn't have complete control anymore.

"And as I gain weight, the fatter I get, the sexier I'll be to you."

"Grow that belly, and I'll be all over you."

"Do I have to wait until I get fat before you'll be all over me?" Taylor asked coyly.

"Nah, I'll just make do with your little pooch for the time being."

"Well, babe," she smiled, "you want to order me a pizza before or after?"

"Let's stuff your belly first," I said. "A stuffed belly sounds sexy."