by her revenge » Thu Jun 21, 2018 11:40 pm
Chapter 6
Amy and Jen decided to stick around at Taylor's until the big reveal. This wasn't in the original plan, but both girls would admit things did go a little far the previous night.
The couple caught what sleep they could on the comfortable, but small sofa's at Taylor's place. Finally the harsh daylight of a new day crept through the window of the apartment and the two women woke less refreshed than they'd hoped.
Amy was first to stir and she quietly slipped into the kitchen and started making a fresh batch of coffee. Just as she'd switched the machine on she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. She was still a little fragile but she swiveled around to find Jen standing behind her blurry eyed and looking disheveled.
“Wow you look rough!” teased Amy with a friendly giggle
“You don't look much of a picture yourself!” retorted Jen playfully
The pair pulled up a couple of matching stools a waited for the coffee machine to do its stuff.
A few minutes later the women were sat sipping at the rich roast coffee that Amy had bought the previous day.
The aroma filled the kitchen as the women chatted and discussed the previous nights escapades
“That was some night” started Amy
“It sure was “ agreed Jen, sipping gingerly at her beverage
“I wonder how Taylor's gonna take to her new look?” giggled Amy
“Oh yeah” replied Jen with a twinkle in her eye “Look on the bright side, It'll save her so much time getting ready in the morning, no more straightening and preening, so she should thank me really!” she added with a smile
Amy laughed “I don't think she'll quite see it that way, well at first any way, but I'm sure once we have convinced her it was her idea then things will get better”
“Yeah I'm sure, you know I'd loved to have had time to give her a nice tight perm like my mom always had, and maybe even a home coloring kit, you know give her the works! I'd have her looking like my granny in no time!” replied Jen
Amy just laughed “Then I think it was best we ran out of time then!”
Just then a scream came from Taylor's room indicating undoubtedly she had woken
Amy and Jen dropped their cups onto the kitchen counter and ran towards Taylor's room.
Pushing open the door Amy stepped into the room first.
She found Taylor sobbing as she sat looking into her in the bedroom mirror, tugging at her former glorious locks
“What, what!” said Amy as she entered the room
“LOOK! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!” replied Taylor as she sobbed
“But you wanted it cut, remember” said Amy nervously
Taylor seemed to slip into an almost trance like state for a moment as she registered Amy's words
Jen then entered the conversation “That right. You told me to do it, you wanted a new look, something dynamic you said!”
Again Taylor struggled with the concept “I did?” she replied as she continually tugged at the shortness of her severed locks
“That's right” added Amy “And any way, It'll grow back in a couple of years!” she added with a smile
The words did little to ease Taylor's unhappiness at the situation, but she seemed to be coming around to the notion that it was all her idea
“But, It makes me look older!” she said nervously
“I personally think it makes you look more distinguished” said Jen helpfully
“And I look fat too!” added Taylor as she continued to examine her features
Amy could feel the conversation going to a place where she didn't want it to so she changed the subject
“Rubbish, your beautiful! ” she started “Now come on lets get some coffee into you, that'll pick up”
“I guess so” replied Taylor absently
A few minutes later the three women were sat in the kitchen drinking coffee
Jen was shocked at how rough Taylor looked, she'd never seen her look this bad before. Her crumpled and creased shirt from the previous night still stained by carelessly dropped food and spilt wine. Her eyes were blood shot and her face pale and tired.
As well as this Taylor's new weight gain seemed even more pronounced in the harsh daylight. Now by her shorter hair style seemed to exaggerate the changes in her. Her cheeks seemed fuller and there was definitely the beginnings of a small double chin forming!
Jen scanned Taylor further and she noticed that the taught round bloated belly of the previous nights indulgences had diminished slightly, but she smiled as she noticed a small, but very pronounced pot belly neatly resting on Taylor's upper thighs
“You go girl!” she thought to herself
Continuing on with the clandestine examination Jen noticed the Taylor's hips seemed fuller and her thighs looked to have doubled in size, but Jen put this down to the face that she was sitting on a hard stool
The bonus prize for Jen though was when Taylor hopped off her stool and excused herself
“Gotta hit the bathroom” she said as she moves slowly towards the kitchen door .
As Taylor moved away Jen noticed a definite jiggling in Taylor's bust line. Jen scrutinized Taylor's every step like a hawk with its prey as she walked towards the door,
finally Taylor was out of sight and thankfully out of hearing range too.
Jen excitedly turned to Amy
“Wow did you see those little boobies bounce!” she said with a grin
Amy had to admit that she had missed that particular show
“It looks like those little junior bras she wears aren't up to the job any more!”
Amy peered up from her coffee and smiled
“Well it was just a matter of time, but I think we should hold off buying her any new ones till we've confirmed her pregnancy status, don't you?”
Jen had to agree “Sure your right, but with any luck we should be hearing news on that front any day now!”
The three woman sat and chatted for a couple of hours before Amy and Jen had to leave.
As Amy and Jen walked the short distance from Taylor's the the tram stop they discussed the previous nights entertainment
“Wow that was some night!” exclaimed Jen
“Sure was” replied Amy as the pair finally arrived at the stop “Things look like they're right on track” she added
Jen smiled “You can say that again...” she started “She's packing on the pounds nicely. When is she due back in work?” she added
Amy smiled “Oh she's got a few more days yet” she replied with a twinkle in her eye “Plenty more time for her to pop on another five or so pounds!” she added
“Jen chuckled as she saw her tram approaching “It'll gonna be more like ten the way she's going through that weight gain stuff you got her on!” she chirped as she picked up her bag
“Well, five,ten, whatever...” started Amy with a grin “It's all going to a good cause” she added with a giggle
With that the two women embraced and Jen hopped on the the tram
“See you tomorrow” she said as the tram pulled away
“Will do” replied Amy with a glow of satisfaction.
The next couple of days went well. The fact that Taylor was not in work seemed to lift the place. The anxiety and fear that most there felt on a daily basis had been replaced by humor and light hearted banter, making the place seem lighter and more fun.
Then, two days after the “Girls Night” Amy was sat at her desk going over recent work orders, mundane and somewhat boring, but necessary work when her phone rang
Amy quickly scanned the readout and her heart pounded a little faster when she saw Taylor's home number displayed
She quickly picked up the phone and in her breeziest tone she said
“Good morning how are you doing?”
The slight pause on the other end of the line gave Amy cause for concern briefly.
Then the sound of panting and sobbing dialed Amy's fears to eleven
“PLEASE, COME OVER, QUICK!” exclaimed Taylor, her voice a cocktail of fear, pain and shock
“What's wrong! “ probed Amy as her heart pounded
“I've hurt myself, please” replied Taylor, her voice sounding like a lost child
Amy instantly picked up her bag and dashed from the office. Twenty minutes later she was standing outside the front door of Taylor's place. She nervously knocked several timed before the familiar click of the automatic lock sounded.
Amy rushed in to the living room.
There she saw Taylor lay flat out on the sofa, her face twisted in agony and her shirt and hair wet with perspiration.
“What's happened!” exclaimed Amy
Taylor lay on the sofa clutching her right leg in agony
“I..I tried to do a little exercise and the running machine suddenly stopped” she sobbed “I've really hurt my knee!” she added between sobs
For the first time since the whole “Get Taylor” thing had started Amy felt sorry for Taylor and for the briefest moment she considered removing the Idol from it's hiding place, but practicalities of the situation did not allow it at this time.
Amy instantly switched to “Nurse mode”
“Okay let me look” she said as she dropped down next to Taylor on the sofa
Taylor lay back the agony of her injury etched on her face and moved her hands form around her knee.
Amy looked at Taylor's knee and was relieved to find no blood “Did you fall?” she said as she gently prodded Taylor's rapidly inflating knee
“No...” started Taylor her words broken with pauses of pain “I...I was just running and.. it just stopped on me!” she finally managed to say “The damned thing, I knew I should have got it fixed “ she added
Taylor's words came as a slight comfort to Amy as it confirmed that this was nothing to do with Her, Jen or the Idol
“Well...” started Amy “There's no cut, which is good, but I think we'd better get you checked out in the ED just the same”
Taylor nodded her agreement and Amy quickly dialed the ambulance service
Within an hour Taylor was being seen in the ED of the local Hospital.
Amy took the opportunity to update Jen as to Taylor's condition
“Yeah, she's with the Doctor now...” she explained to an equally nervous Jen
“She had a scan and I think she's getting the results right now, I'll keep you updated
“Poor Taylor” replied Jen with genuine concern in her voice “I hope she's okay, specially if she's, you know “Carrying!” she added
Amy had not even thought of that and Jens words ushered in a whole new level of anxiety for her “Oh god yeah!” she replied nervously
Just then Taylor's Doctor appeared “Right gotta go , I'll speak to you soon” said Amy as she concluded her conversation with Jen/
“Hi Doc, how is she doing?” said Amy
The Doctor, a distinguished looking man in his sixties smiled comfortingly
“Well she gonna be alright...” he started
Those words alone set Amy's heart at ease
“...She will need some relatively minor surgery on her ACL though, she's been lucky. She hasn't snapped it, but it looks pretty bad, so I think we'd better go in and strengthen it just the same” he added
“But she'll be okay, right?” quizzed a nervous Amy
“Oh yes” replied the Doctor with a smile that he'd finely honed over the years of speaking to worried friends and relations.
“She will need a few weeks bed rest to let the knee settle though, but after that she should be fine” he added. Just then his bleeper rang and with a pleasant smile her soon disappeared down the long corridor.
Amy was relieved to hear that Taylor was going to be okay and for the first time that day she risked a smile.
Later that day Taylor underwent the surgery on her knee. Amy sat nervously outside the theater waiting for news. Finally the doors burst open and Taylor was being gently pushed from the operating theater and back towards her room.
The surgeon briefly stopped to update Amy as to Taylor's condition and he confirmed that everything went well and that it was now a recuperating process
Amy quickly updated Jen
“So we need to get her a nurse then, at least for the next few weeks” said Jen
“Yeah I guess so, I mean I can't stay with her AND look after work!” replied Amy
“Any news of a baby” asked Jen nervously changing the subject
“No, nothing as yet” replied Amy “And I'm sure if there was a problem they would have said” she added
“Well it looks like Josh has had his last go on that particular fun fair ride, at least for a little while, lets just hope he's left her a little present to remember him by!” Chuckled Jen
Jen' words sounded harsh under the conditions, but Amy knew what she meant.
“Well we should know pretty soon” agreed Amy as he mind scrambled to find an answer to her latest problem.
Jen could sense the change in Amy's tone
“Your not having second thoughts are you? Remember what a bitch she's been to you especially!” she said coldly
Amy had to admit she was now, and for the first time having second thoughts about continuing with the plan
“I guess I am” she replied quietly “I mean we've managed to put about twenty pounds on her and you've copped off her lovely hair, not to mention she may be having a baby she doesn't even know about, isn't that enough?” she asked
Jen could tell the plan as at a crossroad, continue or turn back
“Look...” she started “Yeah, so she's put on a few pounds, but once she's up and around again, she'll soon drop those, and as for her hair, that'll soon grow back, and well we don't even know about a baby yet, so I say we continue till the end!” she added coldly
“The end?” replied Amy
“Yeah, the end, remember you wanted her 250 pounds with a baby on her hip that was the plan!” replied Jen
Amy cast her mind back over the last few weeks. And she had to agree the what they did was just and right, even if it were cruel as well
“Well I guess you right” said Amy finally
“I know I'm right!” exclaimed Jen triumphantly “And just think four or five weeks pure bed rest, no chance of burning off those wicked calories, she's gonna absolutely balloon!”she added
Amy broke a smile for the first time that day
“I guess so” she replied
“Now I'll sort things out here, I'll let everybody know what's happened, and you sort out some kind of nursing cover for her, right” said Jen
“Right” replied Amy dutifully “You sound more like Taylor ever day” she added playfully
“Don't you even dare!” retorted Jen with a giggle
Just then an idea popped into Amy head
“Oh, I think may have a solution to our little nursing problem, I don't know why I didn't think of it before!” she said enigmatically, her growing smile seemed to be reflected in her voice
With that Amy bid Jen a good bye and she set off on her mission.
A few hours later, and having finally arranged Taylor's recuperation details, Amy walked from the sterile, stifling atmosphere of the Hospital and into the rather cool, grey afternoon daylight.
She fumbled in her bag until she finally found her cell. With a smile she eagerly punched in the familiar number and waited for the call to be answered.