Friday 21 August 2015

CLEANER II: Chapter Five - Part One



DAHLIA

I didn’t know how many months it was now since we’d come to Greece – time and dates didn’t seem relevant to me anymore - but it had been spring. I was sure of that. Now the summer season was coming to an end. The intensity of the heat had lessened. There weren’t as many holiday-makers. The tourist areas had a more empty, abandoned feel to them. Catching the bus from my hotel to Melissa’s was a faintly depressing ride. Most of the seats were empty.

As I did on every journey to see her, I reflected on how I had changed; how different I looked. The transformation hadn’t ended. It went on and on as my body bloated outwards, getting bigger and bigger.

I was truly massive now. Sitting down, my stomach had fold after fold of fat, spreading out in every direction; resting on my thighs. I was wearing a dress and my hips pressed it out, gravity squishing them out to the sides as it compressed them. My knees poked out the bottom of the dress but I couldn’t see my chunky calves and lower legs because my bulk filled too much of the space up. My knees were pushed up against the seat in front. It was lucky that the bus wasn’t full. My mass spread to the side, spilling onto the seat beside me.

The dress was sleeveless and my big, doughy arms were crossed on the metal-topped seat back in front of me. The skin was shiny where it had been stretched, where it’s compression at the elbows made flabby bulges.

Had anyone ever put on weight like this before; with such determination?

I had no idea how much I’d gained but it was a massive amount. I wasn’t myself at all anymore. As my old self I could have climbed inside this body and worn it like a suit.

I rested my head on my forearms and closed my eyes, wondering how Melissa would react when she saw me.

She was always so encouraging and I found that as hard to understand as I ever did. It was the strangest thing I had ever heard of and yet she went along with it gladly; never judging me; playing her part perfectly.

I could understand the benefit she got. It must have been like a dream come true to get to play the part of a rich woman travelling abroad and I had nothing but respect for the way she had taken on that role with gusto, training with an unparalleled passion to get slim; acting out the role of my employer.

Supporting me was another thing entirely. What I was doing was plain mad but she didn’t seem to mind. She encouraged it.

Sometimes she seemed like an unbelievably good friend to support me in this.

Other times I lay awake at night, quaking with anxiety, questioning everything, feeling paranoid and distrusting.

The bus pulled up and I walked the rest of the way to Satine Palace. That hotel too was looking a lot emptier. The woman on reception gave a little sneer as I passed toward the lift. She had seen me visit many times now. I couldn’t imagine who she thought I was.

I rode the elevator up to the penthouse and knocked on Melissa’s door; waited for a full minute; knocked again; waited some more. I was just turning to go when the door opened behind me.

Melissa’s stood there, her eyes twinkling and full of mirth. “Ah, Melissa. Good. Well come in then. Don’t keep me hanging on.”

She stepped back and I entered. There was rather a lot of clutter in her suite: discarded clothes; food and drink containers.

“Give the place a quick tidy would you?” said Melissa, languishing on the sofa. “It’s got a terrible mess and I can’t be bothered to clear up.”

“Yes miss,” I said, hurrying to do it.

She lay stretched out, watching me as I worked, smiling. I felt uncomfortable that she was observing me. I felt scrutinised. It made me tense, sure she would pull me up on some error or clumsiness. The more tense I got, the more I fumbled.

“Do be careful Melissa,” she said, her voice edgy.

“Sorry miss,” I replied quietly, keeping my head down.

It reminded me of the days, back in England when I was still beautiful, when I used to watch her, fantasising about having such a simple job; about being fat and having to wear glasses. She was so much slimmer now than then and what about me?

“Stop,” she said suddenly, that same edge to her tone as was there most of the time.

I did so.

I liked the way she talked down to me.; the role she played as my superior. I hid the smile that tried to compress my lips.

“Let me have a look at you,” she said. “Hold out your arms and turn around.”

I raised my arms as instructed and shuffled around, feeling more than ever how round my trunk was. My tummy and sides bulged outwards, blending into my chunky thighs. My legs were thick, and it didn’t matter that they were still smooth and shapely, they were fat woman’s legs. That couldn’t be denied.

As I’d grown bigger I had bought progressively larger sizes of clothes but the dress I had on now was strained to the limit; uncomfortably tight. I raised my head quickly to look at Melissa and felt a wobble of fat from my chins, the flick of dark hair on my cheeks.

Melissa was grinning broadly. “Oh my God,” she said, clearly delighted, covering her mouth with both hands. “You’re coming on so well sweetheart. It’s almost unbelievable. You must do nothing else but gorge yourself on food. When you aren’t working.” Dimples formed in her cheeks. “How many platefuls do you have at dinner?”

I blushed. “Four. If I can manage.”

“God, really? Four! But small ones though, right? Surely those plates aren’t all piled high.” Her eyes were dancing with delight.

I shrugged. “There’s no limit to how much I‘m allowed,” I said. “And you said I should take advantage of it.”

Melissa giggled. “I certainly did. It’s amazing what you’ve achieved in such a short time.”

“Well it’s almost the end of summer,” I said. “We’re running out of time.”

Melissa became quiet and introspective.

I took the opportunity to look at her and I was just as dazzled as she had been at my weight gain. She must spend all day long in training. She must eat like a bird. She had lost an extraordinary amount; a truly startling loss. And it illustrated how much potential her body had had before she put the weight on in the first place. Had she always been fat as a child? Had she ever realised how nice her body could look?

Her limbs were long and well-toned. Her stomach was becoming compact. I knew she had assisted her weight loss with liposuction, but along with the exercise and the advanced techniques that had clearly been used, she had undergone a magical transformation. She had nice bone structure, oddly similar to my own and again I got the eerie sense that we were like sisters. There were more similarities to our basic faces than there were differences.

But I was conscious that I was staring and at any moment Melissa would remember herself. She might tell me off for loitering.

I decided to get on with the cleaning. That was my comfort zone now. I was so used to it. I think I was happiest when I was down on my knees, scrubbing the floor.

But as I bent down to pick up a discarded wine glass I glanced back at Melissa and saw she was watching me. It made me halt, embarrassed, but I straightened and gave a polite smile. “Sorry Miss Western,” I said. “Would you not like me to go on cleaning round?”

“Yes. Finish doing it,” said Melissa, “but work a bit faster would you. I’m having drinks with a rather dishy man later and I want to have time to look my best.”




44 comments:

  1. Incrdible chapter, brilliantly written. God the description on how fat D is now is incrdible & she must really be mad if she thinksshe can just snp her fingers & be Dahlia Western again just because summer is ending.
    One of your best! So many great moments I can't help quoting some of them,

    Do be careful Melissa,” she said, her voice edgy.

    “Sorry miss,” I replied quietly, keeping my head down.

    “Stop,” she said suddenly, that same edge to her tone as was there most of the time.

    I liked the way she talked down to me.; the role she played as my superior. I hid the smile that tried to compress my lips.

    Her limbs were long and well-toned. Her stomach was becoming compact. I knew she had assisted her weight loss with liposuction, but along with the exercise and the advanced techniques that had clearly been used, she had undergone a magical transformation. She had nice bone structure, oddly similar to my own and again I got the eerie sense that we were like sisters. There were more similarities to our basic faces than there were differenceBut I was conscious that I was staring and at any moment Melissa would remember herself. She might tell me off for loitering.

    I decided to get on with the cleaning. That was my comfort zone now. I was so used to it. I think I was happiest when I was down on my knees, scrubbing the floor.

    “Sorry Miss Western,” I said. “Would you not like me to go on cleaning round?”

    “Yes. Finish doing it,” said Melissa, “but work a bit faster would you. I’m having drinks with a rather dishy man later and I want to have time to look my best.”

    D i truly mad to take peasure from looking so fat & M's praise in hows she's doing.
    Some points. I still think a small scene where M pays D her small wages would be funny.
    D knows how much M love living a life ofluxury. & she notices that M is looking thoughtful about D mentioning the end of their holiday.
    Also, mayhbe a little more on their voices & accents becomeing like each other?
    Anyway thanks! What a chapter& story.

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    1. Thanks Eric! You really seem to like it.

      've made a note to mention the vocal changes in the next episode. Thanks.

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  2. Delightfully devious chapter!!!

    We now know that D and M look very similar! That's great! How close is M to having D's original figure? I hope very.

    D seems almost disappointed that the summer is drawing to a close and at her mention of it, M is given pause. She knows she has to do something if she is to keep D's life for herself. D seems very content in her role as the submissive; even excited at M talking down to her and having authority over her. She wants to please M, so perhaps if M suggested going back to England in their current roles, D may be all for it.

    D doesn't seem to miss her luxurious lifestyle and seems to think that M wears it well, which she does! If M can just get back to England and entrench herself into D's identity, she'd be set!

    It'll be a torturous wait for the next episode!!

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    1. I'm not sure how Dahlia would react if pushed now. Melissa is in a very tricky position. If she pushes too soon or too late it could ruin everything for her.

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  3. Deliciously descriptive episode Emma.
    I find it interesting that Dahlia still thinks of Melissa as Melissa even when referring to her as Miss Western, wonder how long before she starts thinking of her as Dahlia.
    I also like the fact that she thinks that the only time she feels happy is when she`s on her knees scrubbing the floor, she`s got her wish on that score then.
    She certainly feels submissive now too, and appears to be in awe of her "mistress"

    BillA

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    1. Yeah. That's a tricky transition from one name to another. I initially planned to do it right away but didn't like how it played out. When the time is right it will happen. Maybe.

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  4. Amazing. Wonderful chapter, masterful descriptions. You are setting the bar for yourself very high, Emma.

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    1. I can't even reach the bar I set for myself.

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  5. It's very interesting to watch Dahlia discard her beauty only to have Melissa absorb it. Melissa is so close to having all of Dahlia's beauty, she needs to start absorbing the other qualities that Dahlia has discarded in order to make her fantasy more realistic.

    Dahlia looks at Melissa and almost envies how beautiful she's become. She sees the similarities in their faces and bone structure, but she doesn't seem to realize that Melissa is becoming Dahlia Western. Dahlia still thinks it's a game and Melissa is 'supporting' her by playing her role with gusto. Melissa has a dark motive. Rid herself of Dahlia Western and take her place in the world.

    Melissa needs Dahlia's poise and elegance to augment her wealth and new found beauty and perhaps she needs to persuade Dahlia to give it to her.

    Superbly done, Emma!

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    1. Thank you. I think Melissa has some persuading to do.

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    2. very good point! Dahlia has an excellent clothes sensse of what to wear & when, that's brought out in the first boook & must have a real sense of pose & how to move being a super model for many years. It will be intertesting to see how Malissa can gainthem - or maybe she can't.

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  6. chilling! i cant wait until they have to compete for men! so primal!

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    1. I don't think there will be much competition at this stage, especially not with Dahlia's self esteem where it is.

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  7. there's something particularly awesome about the sliding comfort zones. imagine how strange it would feel for both of them to take a pause and be themselves for a day. everything would be wrong they would both probably hate it. what a difference a day makes? how about three months!

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    1. Yeah. That's nice. They're already so far along without the direct comparison of going back to measure it.

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    2. what was once not only shocking, but unthinkable is now routine for both of them.

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  8. Such a wonderful chapter I didn't see even more hooks in my first reading. Brrrrr! Poor Dahlia.

    "I wasn’t myself at all anymore. As my old self I could have climbed inside this body and worn it like a suit." BRRRR! scary Even she sees she isn't HERSELF ANYMORE

    "Other times I lay awake at night, quaking with anxiety, questioning everything, feeling paranoid and distrusting." (She should! But ignores it much to her danager)

    I think partically revealing is that D used to call M 'Dahlia' like they were friends or friendly at least. Now she calls her "miss" or better still "Miss Western" That's a real shift in preception & acceptance & feeling instiinctively inferior.

    I like that you clearly have D noticed that their bone structives are almost identical.
    One thing you might want to go back & change & edit I believe in an earlier chapter D says "Our Faces are not that simlilar' Now D says they're pretty close.

    I still hope for a scene in a SPA with M's enjoying it & having her now beautiful blond hair restyle, getting a peticure & Manisure, while D's nails & complextion have gone to shit.

    Question: for many months they've lived in Greece usiing each other's name & identity. Has anyone realized that M is the famous model Dahlia Western trying to lose her fat?
    For example the dissy man M has lured up to her hotel room does he think M is the retired model the famous Dahlia Western?

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    1. Yeah. I will be editing before final publication. The story has developed in ways I hadn't foreseen so it will need a bit of smoothing.

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  9. Dahlia has worked to hard to gain the weight and change her body and eyesight so that she can feel as though she really is Melissa Chapman. She seems to seek out Melissa approval that she's doing so well playing the role of the cleaner and gaining the weight.

    Melissa is working equally hard to sculpt herself into the new Dahlia Western. She doubted at first that she could be as beautiful, but I think the closer she gets, the more she realizes that she could actually do it.

    They're like two poker players one waiting for the other to bet 'all in'. Melissa is reluctant to suggest it and hopes that she can nudge Dahlia to make the first move and suggest a more complete swap. Dahlia has come so far. She likes the cleaning, she likes being dominated, why not leave everything open ended. Until now, in Greece, they are just a wealthy woman and her assistant/cleaner on holiday and it seems they enjoy relative anonymity, but will Dahlia be so bold as to let Melissa take her place in the public eye and retreat into the simple life of a cleaner? Would Melissa be a better Dahlia Western? Will Dahlia hand over complete control of her wealth, her life, her identity to Melissa?

    Stay tuned as the wonderful Emma Finn works to bring us another exciting episode!

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    1. Yes. Melissa's sel-image and confidence are shifting. Does she really believe she can do it?

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  10. Although it might be first and foremost the tale of Dahlia´s downfall, I am also especially interested in the story´s progress from M`s point of view. I think there will be a Melissa-chapter soon.
    It´s nice to keep tab on her malicious planning of taking over D´s life as well.
    The current chapters indicate that the actual swap / life theft will not be as easy as originally thought and that M still has some scheming to do before she will eventually win the laurels for her continuing manipulations and be able to get rid of D by releasing her into a simpler cleaner´s life permanently.
    I think that this development helps fleshing out M´s character greatly.
    If D would serve M her supermodel life on a silver platter, her downfall would not be nearly as humiliating as when ultimately subdued by a manipulatrix resolutely abusing Dahlia´s kinky dreams, turning them into a neverending nightmare.
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  11. I agree. There is a wonderful opportunity to peek into the darkness that has evolved in Melissa's mind. Before, she was submissive, but she's tasted the sweet nectar of Dahlia's life, her authority and wealth and it has changed her. She wants more, but Dahlia still holds the ultimate power to end it at anytime. She needs to manipulate Dahlia into giving it up and at the same time make her think it's what she wants.

    Dahlia says she's at her happiest scrubbing floors. Melissa needs to play on that, maybe convince Dahlia that she's come so far with the weight gain and immersing herself in Melissa's identity, why not go all the way and relinquish her former self entirely?

    Can Melissa do it?!?!?

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  12. I love how Emma has masterfully orchestrated the transformation, the transfer of identity and status without the use of anything magic. It gives a sense of realism and plausibility that is not often found in these stories. For me at least, that's what I find so captivating with this story.

    You are truly gifted!

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  13. Dahlia won't realize what she had until it all belongs to Melissa. :)

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    1. I agree completely.
      And I think it will be a bitter-sweet awakening for D when she realizes that she had a nearly perfect life that she sacrifed on the altar of her kinkiness, gaining a miserable existence under the thumb of a malicious tormentress in return... :-)
      marc

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    2. Yes. She's going to hit the truth of it sometime. The question is when????

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    3. When it's too late!!! (evil laugh)

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    4. Heh heh. Probably. But you never know. The trilogy is a different animal from the original story. Anything could happen...

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    5. I may be alone in this, but I'd like to see Melissa become a better, more successful Dahlia Western while Dahlia watches trapped in her fantasy.

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    6. You're not alone in this.

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  14. Damn you Emma for wrting a truly hypnotic tale! It has become toor eal, I watch inhorrible fascinated while a basically decent person loves he life a melicious woman. Not only does M want to make hersef the rich, happy D but she wants to make D as miserable as possible. She's gone from a rich, famous beautiful woman to a fat, unkept poorly dressed over worked cleaner with a drinking & self assuemd problem. I'm not so sure as everyone assumes D could end it any time she wanted. She's trappedi n foreign country with M's ID where's shewell know as Melissa chapman, has beenwillikng living that life for months, while M has been well know as the rich & now attractice Dahlia Western. Who would believe her? She is certainly unrognizable as her old self? Perhaps the present Daglia Western could even arange for her to be committed?
    I wonder if M will beable to use D's willing & massive TF aganst her as you're not really worthly of being Dahlia Western anymore, you've disgraced you late family, your friends & even people's memory of you, even disgraced yourself beyond redemention. Youre only fit for Melissa's poor cleaner's life.

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    1. Hmmm. There are some very good ideas here.

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  15. I think that Dahlia is just off balance enough that Melissa could innocently propose a "What if we..." and Dahlia just might take the bait...

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  16. Melissa is going to have to start practicing Dahlia's autograph for when she rekindles Dahlia's modeling career. :)

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  17. Maybe Melissa should enter herself and Dahila into a wet t shirt contest at a bar... Oh but Dahila would be laughed at... hmmmm... *evil grin

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