chapter 9 - tension and relief

The next morning I woke up to the sound of my phone. I searched for it blindly with my hand and couldn’t find it. I then saw Celeste pacing outside our room and over heard a voicemail being played. I couldn’t quite make out what it said but it was Luke! I was so happy to hear his voice but then I put two and two together and realised that Celeste had my phone. When the voicemail finished playing she walked back into our room and I instinctually pretended to be asleep. I heard her place my phone next to me and crawl back into our big bed. She cuddled up into my folds and I opened my eyes again. ‘What had Celeste been doing with my phone?’ I wondered. When she was asleep I quietly checked my voice messages. There were no messages, she had deleted the message. This made me so angry, it was such an invasion of privacy and so manipulative. I started to become worried and my thoughts spiralled out of control, triggering memories of how our relationship started. Her tying me up, using her power as director to have her way with me and make me fat for her pleasure. As hot as it was, was it wrong for her to do that? Was that a red flag that Celeste had selfish intentions? She had always been a demanding and aggressive partner but I loved her. Was this Stockholm Syndrome?

The moment Celeste left the house I called Luke.
“Hello...Miya?” I smiled into the phone and started to tear up a little bit just hearing his voice.
“Luke.”
“Are you okay, you sound upset?”
“I’m so happy to hear your voice.”
There was a slight pause.
“Oh... Miya. It’s great to hear from you. After you didn’t call back the other day I thought you didn’t want to talk to me.”
I nervously sighed.
“I..I overheard Celeste deleting the voicemail you left. I had to wait until she was out to call you back.”
“Oh, okay. That sucks. I guess she’s still jealous hey?”
“I guess so.”
“So how are you, Miya?”
“I’m okay, a bit worried that I’ve left my fate in the hands of the wrong person.”
“She has always been a bit...intense.” Luke admitted, trying to stay civil. “But you can always leave if you feel like you need to.”
“Um..well. I can’t.”
“What do you mean, of course you can.”
“Well, I sort of.. Can’t stand or walk anymore.”
“Oh my god, Miya. You’re immobile?” He asked excitedly.
I laughed shyly. “Ah yeah actually.”
Luke laughed, “Wow, I’m impressed. And..” He laughed and his voice became deeper, “a little aroused.”
I laughed again, this time feeling comfortable and like it was just like old times.
“You fuckin’ would be.” I teased.
“So..are you okay though?”
“Yeah, I’m alright. I am a little bit worried that Celeste is deleting my messages. Like I don’t know if she’s been doing this for months or... We were good before that. Perfect really.”
“Yeeah, that is a worry. I mean she’s brilliant, but she is...well, you know. She’s kind of psychotic.”
“...yeah.”
“Oh fuck, does this mean you can’t come to the premiere?”
“No, I can't really leave the house. I mean, unless a truck with a miniature crane attached could come and pick me up.” I chuckled.
“Yeah, damn. I was really looking forward to seeing you.”
“You too. I am honestly devastated. I wasn’t supposed to get this big so quickly but you know Celeste.” I laughed, “Actually, you know me.”
“Yeah, I was gonna say..I don’t think Celeste can take full credit for your eating habits.” He teased, warmly. “So can I come and see you?”
“Um..yeah I’d like that.”
“Would Celeste let me in?”
“Ah, probably not.”
“Well can you leave the bed?”
“Oh yeah we have a hoist and I’ve still got my scooter. Look, I’ll try to convince her.”

We ended the conversation and I got to thinking about how I could convince Celeste to let me see Luke. Fueled by snacks, I pondered different scenarios and came to the conclusion I would just have to confront her for the sake of our relationship. We had shared an intense sexual bond and worked to become emotionally closer in the last few months. A part of that obviously had to be honesty. When she came home, she found me in the living room watching my shows.
“Hello piggy.” She said as she placed grocery bags on the counter and began to unpack them. “So, I booked a Doctor Gionarcos to come see you. He will bring all of the equipment here. Including the three thousand dollar scales. This appointment cost a fortune but anything for my growing girl.” Celeste finally saw my expression and came over to sit by me. “What’s wrong?”
“Celeste I heard you delete a voicemail message yesterday. From Luke. It’s really upsetting that you would want to control who I talk to, especially Luke. I chose you! Don’t you trust me?”
She looked down and readied herself for more confrontation than we had ever had in our time together.
“Miya, I know how much you loved him. I do not want you to leave. He betrayed my trust. I just do not trust him.” She almost yelled.
“But don’t you trust me?” I asked, welling up.
“I do.”
“I want to see him.”
“What? Miya!”
“I want to see him, please.”
She buried her head in her hands and sighed deeply. She was obviously upset and angry but I knew that she wouldn’t risk letting me slip away. Letting me see Luke was a risk in her mind, but I could only hope she would realise that not letting me see him would be worse.
“Okay.” She sighed. “He’s not coming into my home though.”
I smiled, relieved. “Thank you, Celeste. Where should I meet him if we can’t come into the house? I can’t exactly leave.” I said as passively as I could.
“Go into the garden, why don’t you? And tell me when he is coming so I can be sure to not be here. I want to see as little of him as I can.” She scowled. Even though Celeste was clearly feeling emotional, I took it as a huge win. I texted Luke and we set a date.

In the next few days Celeste acted strangely, like she was pretending the whole thing never happened. She was very ellated and trying to win my attention, which was always on her anyway. I was just happy that she wasn’t mad at me. She kept feeding me bigger amounts each day, and maybe directed some of her aggression into our sex. One day though, a few weeks after our argument, she was smiling over me when I woke up.

“I have a surprise for you, darling.” She said. She hoisted me up and into my extra wide wheelchair. She had bought the electric wheelchair for me the previous day to replace my scooter as it was suffering under my new weight and had broken down. It was way too small by that point anyway and I always felt like I was falling off it. She took me down the elevator and out to the garden. I was starving and hoping the surprise included food. She opened the curtains and revealed a huge pool had been built outside, equipt with a huge pool lift and hoist. Attached to the pool lift was a chair big enough for almost two of me. It looked like a throne. Surrounding the pool on one side was a huge spherical structure painted by an artist friend of Celeste’s. I wondered how I hadn't seen this being built before remembering that without my scooter I had been in bed for over a week. ‘Well, good timing’ I thought. It was a magical scene.

We drove out there and Celeste placed the hoist sling around my body and lifted me into the chair. It was honestly painful to not have my bottom half supported and to feel my weight straining me but eventually I was on the chair and lowered into the water. In the pool I could slightly move my body. It was incredibly freeing feeling some of my weight lifted underwater. I felt so much lighter and my fat was super buoyant.
“Celeste, this is incredible. Thank you so much. You shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble for me, really.”
She smiled brightly. “That is not all of the surprise.”
She then walked out of sight behind the half sphere and returned with a big machine on wheels. She opened a compartment and pulled out a long flexible pipe. She then attached a face mask to it and placed it on my chubby face. I knew exactly what it was immediately. A funnel feeding machine, Celeste's dream. Hell, it was my dream. A constant flow of food was so appealing. The worst moment in my day was waiting for that extra bite to reach my mouth and the hunger I felt in that moment. It was extreme. It was all encompassing. I had often complained to Celeste about that. Especially when she would go out and by the time she came back my arms were burning from lifting food to my mouth. This would solve that problem anywhere I went in the house.

I smiled so widely that my checks lifted to almost cover my eyes. The liquid in the funnel was thick and delicious. I wasn’t even really sure what it was but it was very sweet and filling, which I was thankful for. Celeste came down the ladder into the pool and kissed me on the cheek as I was being fed by the machine. She played with my fat, enjoying the new feelings that being underwater offered. Then we started fingering each other. The feeling of the liquid flowing down my throat and making my belly expand further and further out had me feeling euphoric. It was also getting harder to breath so I was feeling light headed but in a sort of nice way. I hadn’t thought of it at first but it was amazing that with my fat floating to the surface Celeste could reach my pussy. She went underwater and tried to lick me out as well, it felt amazing but she had to come up for air every time I was close to orgasm.

“My fat pig. Can not even move. Can not fuck except in water. Getting bigger and bigger. Look at your belly, how big it is.” She whispered to me. I shrieked in pleasure hearing that, her hands working on my pussy whilst digging her fingers deep into my fupa. I looked down upon myself as much as I could before my triple chin got in the way. I looked at the biggest person I had ever seen. With huge, floppy tits resting on a round belly that reached past my knees. All the while there was still somehow more liquid pouring into my belly.