Chapter 3 - two timing

Getting changed in the morning was a challenge to say the least and I opted for the shame of wearing clothes a few sizes too small rather than arriving late. My shirt buttons strained around my breasts, arms and belly and I could barely sit down in my pants. When I got to my dressing room I realised my belly was poking out of the bottom of my shirt. I held my face in my hands and didn't notice Celeste entering. She noticed my distress and embraced me. She lifted my head up with her finger and her long nail dug into my double chin. She looked at it before saying, "I think you'll be relieved that I made an adjustment to the script and you can continue to gain weight again. And as fast as possible!"
My first thought was to protest and reassure her that I wasn't enjoying the weight gain and could do the scenes without gaining weight but then I realised she said that she had altered the script.
"Celeste did you write it?" I asked.
She tried to hide her shock that she had let slip who the anonymous writer was and retained composure.
"Oh. Yes I am also the writer." She smiled.
I nodded and smiled, impressed. It was an amazing screenplay. I wondered why a writer so talented would prefer to be anonymous. I found Celeste to be an incredible woman. She was inspirational. So calm and centered, talented and powerful. She never gave anything away. She seemed to always benefit from every situation in her path as though she had placed each event before her.
"Are you excited to get bigger now." She asked. I wanted to say no but I could tell she wanted me to say yes.
I nodded shyly and it pleased her.
"Sit down." She ordered. "Do you trust me?"
I nodded again, enamoured by her beauty and power. She then slowly walked to the door and locked it. I was curious as to what was going to happen but was soaking up all the attention she would give to me. I felt like I would do anything she said and I just wanted to make her happy. She then approached me, looked me deep in the eyes and started to undress me. I complied, I lifted my arms and legs to help in silence as she looked at me. She looked pleased with what she saw which made me very happy. She went to my cupboard and pulled out some thin rope. I nervously thought she might tie me up and waited anxiously for her to come closer to me. She smelt like cinnamon, sweet and warm. She then slowly started to tie me to the chair. I felt safe in the slowness, like I had a choice but I wanted to submit to the passion she was expressing for me. When I was bound and immobilized she left the room for sometime. This made me nervous. 'Where had she gone? Had I displeased her? I must have done something wrong.' I thought. When she returned she pushed a whole cart of food. Then she left again and brought in another. My heart was racing and I was so nervous. It seemed so strange, why did she want to see me eat. I had grown to be so fat and must have looked like a pig when I ate. She then rather aggressively stuffed an entire slice of cake in my mouth and blocked my nose with her fingers so i couldn't breath. I was forced to eat as quickly as I could and then gasp for air. She continued this and then suddenly a whole cake was gone but i wasn't even full. She kept feeding me, a pizza, pavlova, a chocolate cake and some mashed potato that tasted full of cream and butter. Everything was delicious but at that point my belly was crying for relief. She took a small black leather whip from the second cart and hit me sharp on my behind.
"Your ass is getting too big for this chair. You just could not help but get fatter and fatter even when you weren't supposed to could you fatty?"
I shook my head, ashamed and looked down towards the ground. She struck my chin in an upward motion and I looked up and her with puppy dog eyes.
"Your face is nice and round. You've given yourself a second chin, look." She said as she grabbed my chubby face with her black leather gloves.
Then she slowly took her gloves off and started to poke and prod at me. She inspected my chubby cheeks, my double chin and the little fat rolls forming around my neck. She then moved now to my thick arms, covered in stretch marks, my breasts, soft and sagging as she squeezed them tightly and she teased around my wide love handles until she touched the whip to the center of my stuffed belly, reaching out as if I was eight months pregnant.
"And this..." She said. "You've really let yourself go. You've obviously become a fat slob. The once pretty, thin girl is dead, it looks as though you ate her too." She continued.
I gulped and sweated with shame and nerves. I looked down upon my growing fat body to see stretch marks and cellulite where muscles and bones once lived. She then placed some sort of silicone device underneath my vagina and pressed a button on a remote. It began vibrating aggressively and waves shot through me. She pressed more food into my mouth and I moaned through it. I was in so much pain and was uncomfortably full. Eventually I climaxed, hard as she stuffed a cream filled pastry into my mouth which muffled my panting and moaning.
She then began to untie me and sternly said, "You will wear this device in your underwear constantly. I will decide when you climax and you will eat and get fat as your role requires." I nodded fast. Nervous but excited at the prospect of her controlling my pleasure wherever I went.
She then threw my clothes at me and left. I had to wait until I could move again and then tried to get changed. My shirt struggled to be buttoned up. The buttons looked like they would pop and expose my fat body at any moment. I couldn't even get my pants on. I started to freak out and panic. I couldn't go out in front of everyone with no pants and a top close to ripping. I didn't know what to do so I called Luke in his dressing room.
"Luke, I'm freaking out. I can't get my pants on, I'm trapped I'm my dressing room and something really weird just went down and.." I panted.
"Woah, calm down, it's okay. I'll come right away." He assured.
"Okay.." I exhaled and slowed my breathing, "bring big clothes. Thank you, Luke."
When Luke arrived he had no big clothes. I began to realise he liked me fat and growing and thought Celeste must too. That's when I put two and two together and realised that if Celeste was the writer, then she funded the whole project and cast Luke. I didn't want to be paranoid but they might have been working together to fatten me up. 'But then, that is my job. I have to put on this weight for this part and they're just helping me do that before they pay for a fitness trainer and I lose it all. It's really a great opportunity and Celeste is an incredible director and writer. Luke is an amazing actor to be cast aside and a great friend to be helping me.' I thought.
Luke looked at me pitifully and giggled a bit. "What have you done to yourself?" He asked teasingly. I almost told him about my strange yet thrilling encounter with Celeste but somehow I felt as though I shouldn't. I held back tears and said, "I've overdone it again. I feel horrible. I'm sorry you have to see me like this."
He stared into my eyes and I could tell he felt my pain.
"You look beautiful, don't worry. I think you look amazing." He said as he helped me up and brought me close to him. We shared a gaze for a long minute until he pulled me in and kissed me. At first I was surprised and unsure but I fell into it feeling comforted and assured. I had only seen Luke as a friend until that point. I started to feel more and more attracted to his warm, gentle touch and support. He was also very physically attractive and though I didn't usually go for men, his masculinity only added to his attractiveness. I loved to be held in his toned, tattooed arms and didn't mind feeling soft with him. He seemed to love it anyway, and always seemed to be caressing my new fat as soon as it formed.
We pulled away from the kiss and he helped me pry my pants back on. It took a great deal of effort and the tightness felt incredibly uncomfortable but at least they were on. We walked out of the dressing room to a studio full of stares. I could see people commenting and looking at my straining top. I anxiously walked through the crowd of crew until one button popped, and within a split second, another and another. My face immediately turned bright red as my blood rushed to it. I tried to cover myself with my arms but could only cover my breasts so my belly fell out, relieved at the lack of constriction. Luke's boner definitely didn't ease my embarrassment.
We got out of there as quickly as we could and headed to the hotel. We went to his room and ordered some beers over room service. Naturally when Luke put the order through he made some additions. I lay flat on his bed and laughed, "What a day."
"Get used to it. You're a fat girl now."
"Yeah, I guess I am." I said pinching my now rather large belly.
"How do you feel about it?" He asked.
"Mixed. You know I do enjoy the eating. I still feel very ashamed."
"You look amazing, you feel amazing. What's not to love about a soft, squishy body, two big boobs and a huge ass?" He replied as he held my belly from behind and squeezed it as we looked in the mirror.
I smiled and then the beer arrived with a cart of a few meals. I rolled my eyes and let myself enjoy the comfort food.
We went on like this for months, filming, eating, cuddling, repeat. We never had sex and I was glad because I was very content with the relationship. Plus every once in awhile I would be alone in my hotel room and the vibrator would give me the ride of my life. Every time it went off I felt like it was Celeste telling me to eat more. Everything seemed normal between us at work. Almost like that day she force fed me didn't happen, but then at night she would make me cum, hard. And she wasn't even there. I wondered what she was doing, actually I began to obsess over her