Chapter 2 - inflating numbers

"Are you full now?" Mike asked as he smiled.

Taylor laughed as she looked down at her belly, "no way, my mouth was just getting tired," she said playfully.


Mike closed out the tab and watched Taylor waddle next to him as they headed for the door.

A cool breeze flowed down the street and it was now dark outside. Taylor held on to Mike's arm and they began walking slowly.

"I can not get over that dinner, what a freaking meal that was," Taylor said as she looked up at Mike.

"I can not get over you," said Mike as he laughed. "You're like a bottomless pit."

"Oh, you have no idea, if I really tried, that meal could be a snack," she boasted.

"What do you mean by try?" Mike said laughing again.

"You know, I mean if I really let myself go. Every time you stretch your stomach, you have more room the next time you stuff yourself," explained Taylor.

Mike still didn't understand. "What do you mean let yourself go, what are you holding back from yourself?"

"I'm holding back a lot," she said as they walked, "Think about it, I have a job and responsibilities right now. As much as I would looove to be 800lbs, I wouldn't be able to do it on my own."

"Wait, did you say 800lbs?" Mike looked down at her excitedly.

"Yea, um at least. That's just a number but there is really no limit in my mind."

"That is like beyond hot, oh my God," said Mike as he looked up at the sky and then back down at Taylor.

She giggled and then bit her bottom lip as they stared at each other.

"This is my place," Mike said as they approached a beautiful building with a door man.

They took the elevator up to the 32nd floor. When the doors opened, Taylor was amazed at what she saw.

"This place is huge," she said, "awesome!"

"Huge is good right?" Mike joked.

"Um yea, huge is always good," she replied.

Mike walked her through the living room, kitchen, and then out to the large terrace. Taylor walked to the railing and took in the nighttime skyline, she was amazed.

"How about some wine?" Mike asked.

"Absolutely!" Said Taylor as they made their way back into the living room.

They sat down next to each other on Mike's plush white leather coach, each of them holding a glass of wine. They stared at each other and both starting laughing at the same time.

"So um, Mike began, "tell me again about why you're such a math nerd."

Taylor laughed, "well; how should I say this. Numbers turn me on."

Mike began laughing and said playfully, "what are you like The Count from Sesame Street and you just love numbers??"

"No silly," she said. "Let me explain it like this, do you know how many calories it takes to gain 1 pound of fat?"

"Um, no, I have no clue," Mike said, "but I would love to know."

"500 additional calories a day, on top of what you need to sustain your current size," she said.

"Really, is that all??" Mike said as he sat with a surprised look on his face."

Taylor stood up slowly and began walking towards the kitchen while still holding her glass of wine.

"Yup," she said, "isn't that cool?" She walked to the fridge still wearing her heels. Her belly and breasts jiggled a bit with each step and Mike couldn't help but stare.

She approached the fridge and opened the door. Her eyes lit up and she looked very surprise. It was apparent she had discovered just a portion of Mike's shopping spree form the previous evening.

She reached in and pulled out a large chocolate covered strawberry from a package of 12. She closed the fridge and began liking the chocolate around the strawberry.

"So anyways," she said, "I have this infatuation with counting calories and grams of fat."

She took a bite of the strawberry and let out a quiet "mmmm." It might sound kind of OCD, but when I bite into something incredibly and deliciously fattening," she stopped for a second and bit off the rest of the strawberry. She began talking again while chewing, "it just makes it even more erotic and satisfying to know what the actual math is behind it that makes you grow"

Mike's jaw dropped. He was rock hard at this point and Taylor was turning him on more than he thought was possible.

He set his glass of wine down and stood up. She smiled at him as if she wanted him to come to her. He could see there was still chocolate on her lips that she didn't bother wiping off.

He approached her quickly, grabbed the side of her head gently and began kissing her passionately. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back wildly. Their hands where all over each other. Soon Michael's hand crept down under her dress.

At first she didn't stop him, but then she stepped back from him. Mike was breathing deeply and stood there very confused.

"Not yet," she said, "where is your bedroom she asked?"

"Down the hall to the right," Mike said quickly.

As Taylor turned toward the bedroom, she smiled at Mike "meet me in there in 5 minutes. Oh, and bring some treats with you, dinner was like an hour ago and I'm starting to feel starved."

Mike just stood there, watching her big butt sway back and forth as she walked to the bedroom and went inside. It took him another minute to realize what was going on. He quickly turned and walked into the kitchen.