chapter 5

I walked her to the bedroom, slowly. She really had stuffed herself to the gills. We got in to my bedroom and I peeled her out of her bra and panties. She really was a good looking woman, and her belly had a new round curve to it. That was a real turn on for me. She had asked me to be gentle, and I started out trying to respect her wishes. I laid her on her back and began kissing her, slowly. I moved down her neck, spent a good while on her breasts and worked my way down her taut belly. When I got below her belly, that's when the time for gentleness passed. Taylor became the wild lover that I remembered. She bucked, writhed and moaned. She rolled me on my back and straddled me, lowering her flower to my lips. I continued to lick and probe as she held on to my headboard, her body trembling with passion. I would look up at her not quite flat belly and imagined it sticking way out in front of her. She suddenly turned herself around, and I found myself underneath her in a sixty-nine position. It had been two years since her tongue had been on me, but it was like no time had ever passed. She brought me right up to the edge of coming time and again, then bringing me back down just off of the edge again. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, she turned again and lowered herself on me. With her motion, she reminded me of what incredible muscle control she had in her nether regions. She worked me up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Somehow she managed to time it so that we both climaxed simultaneously. It felt like my whole being had exploded between my legs.

The two of us lay back, totally spent. I looked around and the pillows were spread around the room. The sheets were in a twisted bunch at the foot of the bed. I didn't remember touching any of them.

Taylor smiled at me. "There's still one of those big cookies left, isn't there?"

The next morning, I cooked a big breakfast. Bacon, eggs and waffles, with butter and syrup. The small food baby from the night before had gone down overnight. I was disappointed, but I knew that if she kept eating like the night before, she's soon have a real belly. I kept piling waffles on her plate until she held up her hand in defeat. "No more, babe. That's all I can manage."

I looked in my refrigerator and pantry. I normally ate pretty healthy, so not much junk food around. Time to go to the grocery store. Taylor decided to go with me. "If I'm going to get fat, I'll get fat on what I like," she declared.

We went to the Mega-Mart, got a cart and browsed our way up and down the aisles. I picked up the obvious items, like whole milk, frozen pizzas, and various chips & dips. Other than that, I watched as Taylor filled the cart. Several kinds of cookies, frozen pies, sweet rolls, and a dozen different chocolate bars. She surprised me by buying the raw materials for baking. Eggs, yeast, baking powder, sugar, flour and so forth. When she saw the surprise on my face, she said, "Mom taught me how to bake. When I was watching my weight, I didn't bake much. Now that I'm trying to gain, it's time to start using mom's recipes again." I hadn't thought much about Taylor's mom, and I'd only met her once. But once I thought about her, I remembered that she had been a substantial woman. And with luck, I'd see her daughter get to be just as substantial.