chapter 4

We went from my studio to the main house. I ordered the pizza and told Taylor, "Let's weigh you and take some pictures while we're waiting on the pizza."

"Sure, babe. Is your scale still in the bathroom?" We went into the bathroom and she started to get on the scale.

"You ought to take off your shirt and jeans, first. We'll always weigh you in bra and panties."

She smiled and unbuttoned her shirt. A shrug of her arms and the shirt dropped behind her. Her breasts looked good, even with a bra on. A 36C as I remembered. Then she had to get out of her jeans. It's hard to look sexy wriggling out of tight jeans, but she managed it. After the show was over, she got on the scale. 147 pounds. It dawned on me that I'd never known what she weighed before. "Photos, now?" she purred.

We went back out to the kitchen and I sat her down on a chair in the breakfast nook. I wanted her sitting so her little pooch would show as much as possible. She was wearing bikini underwear, which was her usual. I'm sure that when she put them on that morning, she wasn't thinking that they would help show off her little pooch.

I had several cameras to choose from, after all, I'm a photographer. I picked one I was very familiar with, a Nikon with a lens that adjusted from 35 to 120 mm. I didn't need that much zoom, but I knew my Nikon had a great lens and pictures would be clear and sharp. I had her lean back in the chair and place her hands on her hips. I took a couple of shots and realized she was sucking in her stomach. "You may as well let it out, babe," I told her. "You're trying to show off your pooch, remember?"

Taylor chuckled, and relaxed her belly. It was still a small pooch, but now at least it stuck out an inch or so. As I took the shots, I imagined that little pooch becoming a big, round belly.

After the shots in the chair, we moved her to the couch, where I took a few shots of her reclining. I'd forgotten how much she enjoyed being photographed. I hoped Tony stayed at large for a good, long time.

The pizza arrived, and it was time to see if she was going to really eat, or if she was all talk. I'd ordered an extra-large with extra cheese and plenty of toppings. This particular pizza chain offered big six inch soft chocolate cookies, so I'd ordered four of them. We sat in the breakfast nook and went to work. I had my usual two slices, and just like in the old days, I finished my second slice before she finished her first. "Is that all you want?" Taylor asked.

"All I need," I smiled. "I'm not the one trying to gain weight."

"Of course," Taylor smiled. "More for me, then." It took her the better part of an hour, but she managed five slices. I could tell the last slice had been a real struggle. "I guess I'm not used to eating like this," she breathed, "It's not as easy as I'd think."

"Don't worry," I grinned. "You've got a whole week to gain three pounds. Of course, I'll be okay if you gain a little more."

"Don't worry," replied Taylor. "I'll hold up my part of the bargain. You'll see me gain three pounds this week, and every week." She reached over and took one of the cookies. She ate three of them, leaned back and sighed. "Take me to bed, Brad. But be gentle, I'm stuffed."