Sier and Celes' Giant Honeymoon (Ch4-6)

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Summary: On their idyllic island honeymoon, Celes eats way too much and grows into a slime girl giantess. Panic ensues.

[Story Listing]

[First Chapter]

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Sier and Celes' Giant Honeymoon

CHAPTER 4

Sier and Celes decided to head back to the main lodge, in order to try and sort out this whole sordid affair. Celes covered her chest in a meager attempt to preserve her modesty. Her eyes drifted from side to side, keeping an eye out for any gawkers.

Her giant scale posed a problem of creating distance between the husband and wife, so Sier opted to ride it out on her shoulder. This offered an incredible view of the island, the lapping waves of the sea... and out of the corner of Sier's eye, an eagle-eyed view down Celes' cleavage. To his credit, he tried to keep himself from staring during Celes' moment of vulnerability. 

Celes groaned anxiously, pausing. She eyeballed a large tent of some kind around where her feet would've been... if her enormous weight hadn't pressed them together into a single, towering pillar of slime.

"...Hey, Sier." Celes whispered. "Check out that tent for me."

"What? Um, I can do that, but... why?" Sier perked his eyebrow up.

"I-I wanna make sure no one's inside." Celes admitted, her eyes drifting to the side. She hugged her chest anxiously.

"Right, of course, um..." Sier looked down from his perch with some degree of trepidation. "...Help?"

"O-OH! Right, um... h-here." 

Celes gave Sier a hand, lowering him back down to the sandy beach. Despite her size, she was sure to be careful with her grip, handling Sier with great care. 

"Thanks," Sier nodded with a reassuring smile, before hurrying over to the flaps at the front of the tent. He parted the door, getting a look inside.

"...No one's here. Just some barbecue equipment. I guess it's temporary storage."

"Ohhh. Barbecue equipment. Then it's not very useful right now." Celes looked up to the skies above. "I don't think it's gonna rain, so..."

"Rain? Why do you mention rain... Celes?" Sier turned around, surprised to see an enormous purple hand reaching over his head. 

Celes lowered an enormous hand, clutching the top of the tent. The entire construct jostled at once.

"Wh-what? Celes!" Sier glanced over. "What're you planning to do??"

"W-well nobody's using it right now! I need something to wear!" Celes stuttered, her grip tightening. All at once, the white tarp scrunched up in her hand, uprooting it from the ground. Spikes dangled below it as Celes drew it closer to her own body. Sier staggered back, falling on his ass as he glanced up towards the unfurling tarp. 

Celes looked at the fabric, her mouth flattening. There was a deafening RIIIIP as Celes tore the tarp into two pieces.

"Celes!" Sier exclaimed. "Th-they need that! That's, that's vandalism!"

"I don't want anyone staring at my lady parts if we're going back! I-I don't want perverts leering at me..." Celes asserted, letting one of the pieces flutter to the ground as she wrapped the other half around her chest. She was using the spikes as a make-shift bobby pin, which was actually pretty clever of her—nothing less from an accomplished seamstress. 

"I think they're gonna be staring for entirely different reasons, Celes..." Sier muttered under his breath, quietly enough so Celes wouldn't hear. He wasn't about to get in a fight with Celes on their honeymoon. And especially not when she towered him as she did. 

She clutched her make-shift bra, bouncing her enlarged breasts up and down in her hands, testing the strength of the tarp. With a grunt of approval, she reached for the other piece, and prepared a loin cloth of similar fashion. Sier saw the tarp slip away in the corner of his eye.

Sier closed his eyes. He didn't need a reminder to give Celes the privacy she wanted. Though the sound of her annoyed fussing was a cause of concern for poor Sier.

"...Okay. How do I look?" Celes asked cautiously. This was all the invitation Sier needed. 

Turning around, Sier looked at Celes all over. His eyes widened. For such a strange, makeshift solution, the white tarp looked good on Celes. Or, at least, as good as it could look, given their precarious circumstances. The way her improvised bra hugged her chest just right, it was very flattering on her figure. Not to mention her hips that swayed from side to side.

Even as anxious as Celes was, and at such a mind-boggling scale, she didn't mind posing for Sier. She knew he wouldn't judge her. She wasn't sure what to expect, though...

Ironically, Celes' attempt at protecting her modesty served to accentuate her best features—and those features had only become more shapely with her new proportions. 

"You... you look great!" Sier blinked, raising his hands. "Can't believe you could make a bikini out of a tarp like that..."

"I-it's what I'm good at." Celes cooed, her cheeks aflush. "I-I'm gonna be like this from now on, so... I..." 

Celes sighed, hugging her chest anxiously. "Sier, you... you're gonna be with me, right...?"

"What? Celes, of course, that's not even up for debate!" Sier reacted strongly to Celes anxious inquiry. He approached her, arching his back to look up at her. "C'les, where's this coming from? Talk to me."

"...nn..." Celes groaned quietly, her eyes drifting aside. "I-I got so big now, that I can't... i-it'd be hard. I-I couldn't live in the city, a-and you still have the greenhouse, and... I-I don't want that kind of distance to be a bother on you-"

"Celes." 

Sier's tone grew serious. He massaged his brow, selecting his words carefully. In time, he raised his head up to give her a reassuring grin.

"We can figure something out, okay? We're gonna try to fix this, and if we can't, well..." Sier's smile widened. "You're my wife, Celes. And I'm your husband. I'm gonna support you through this."

"..." Celes' mouth dropped. The way Sier so confidently promised Celes the world was absolutely awe-inspiring to her. It seemed to rub off on her a bit.

"Sier... I know I married the right man." Celes nodded, looking at him earnestly. "I want to be the best wife for you too..." 

"You already are." Sier assured her. This touched Celes; she stared longingly at him.

Her hands lowered down to Sier's level, flanking him on both sides.

"...?" Sier's eyes widened, feeling himself scooped up in Celes' soft hands and lifted into the air. Higher and higher he rose, until they were at eye left. 

Celes pursed her lips together, leaning forward, closer and closer, until...

"Mwah!" 

Celes' lips, almost as wide as Sier was tall, pressed against Sier's entire form, her aim somewhat imprecise. Sier staggered back, falling on his butt once again, wobbling along with Celes' gelatin form.

Celes chuckled. "You're such a sweetheart, Sier..."

"Heheh. Y-you could give me a bit of a warning, next time. I'm basically drenched now..." Sier rubbed the back of his head, his cheeks aflush.

"If I did that, it wouldn't be as romantic!" Celes insisted, her head bouncing up. 

The two of them shared a laugh alone on the beachfront. Despite the insane difference in their statures, little had changed in their feelings for one another. They were both young, and passionately in love. And they fed into each other's best qualities. 

Even feeling like as much of a sideshow attraction as she did... she was happy Sier made her feel like a girl.

"...C'mon." Celes nodded. "Let's go talk to management."

"You sure you're ready? There'll be a lot of people..." Sier cautioned Celes. "If you're unsure, I could go ahead and talk to them, if that's-"

"And have me wait behind in the shadows? Perish the thought, I'm as sure as I'll ever be!" Celes puffed out her chest confidently. 

"If I have you with me, it'll be fine! Right?" Celes beamed. "I'll be fine..."

Sier stared, before nodding in affirmation. She trusted him... and he trusted her in turn. That was what marriage was about, in the end. 

CHAPTER 5

Sier and Celes returned to the plaza, with Sier taking the lead to urge the people ahead to clear a path for his gargantuan-sized wife. The din of outrage quieted quickly, a multitude of astonished faces looking up to behold the incredible sight. Celes was definitely a strange sight at the luau—who could claim to have seen a person made of slime?—and it was an even stranger sight to see her today, now five times the stature she was from the night prior. 

Celes waved nervously to the crowds below, trying her best to maintain a jovial grin. She was having second thoughts about coming out like this, but... this island wasn't big enough for her to hide for long. Honesty was the best approach. 

...Even as she could faintly pick up on some of their concerned murmuring, whispering and pointing in her direction. She deflated slightly, her eyes locked at Sier's back. He seemed to have an idea of where he wanted to be.

"E-excuse me, sir?" Sier flagged down one of the staff members trying to corral the crowd. "Can my wife and I speak to the manager? W-we need to... explain some things."

The staff member stared at Celes' abundant mass for what felt like forever. The teenager's pale complexion lowered to Sier's eyes, and his mouth moved up and down, trying to make sense of the situation. 

"Aaah... I-I can work something out. O-one sec..."

The teenager gulped, his voice cracking, and motioned for the couple to follow him. They left the crowd in a state of confusion, murmuring amongst themselves.

The teenager strung them along to a smaller hut, adjacent to the enormous straw structure that dominated the area as a central hub. A placard by the door indicated that it was for staff only. 

"The manager's in here. Just wait here, and..." The pasty worker reassured Sier, glancing to Celes just out of the corner of his eye, and banged at the door. 

"Mister Kekoa?? I got people here that need to see you." The teen croaked. 

"Jason!? The hell are you doing here!? I asked you to keep the crowds distracted!" A gruff voice from the other side blathered. "I'm busy with the emergency shipment, just tell them-"

"I-it's about the big purple woman and... and her husband's here too." The teen explained carefully, glancing between the Fleurs. Sier and Celes exchanged curious looks.

"...I see." The voice responded. There was a pause. "...Send 'em in."

"..." The teen glanced anxiously towards the couple one more time, a look of realization and confusion crossing his face. Trembling, he reached for his keys and, with a janky twist, unlocked the door. 

"Mister Kekoa will see you inside, um... okay bye!" The teen nodded, and hurried off, giving Celes a wiiiiide berth. Celes frowned slightly, kneeling slightly to look down at the comparatively-small set of doors below. 

Sier looked inside, finding a cluttered office just inside, with paperwork strewn about the desk. While the workspace still emphasized authentic tropical islander aesthetics—those that brought a sense of tranquility and familiarity to Sier—the overall mood of the room was rather frantic and grim. And perhaps a little smoke-heavy.

A portly man at the desk with a scruffy beard and a clean-shaved head was hunched over at his desk, his finger twisting around the phone cord. The flowery colours of his aloha shirt failed to distract from his disconcerting scowling. 

"Just get the performers in front of them so we can buy some time, okay?? We still got water, right? ...Make 'em eat grass if we have to, or we're gonna have a damn riot! They don't even need to light the torches, just send them out!"

He slammed the phone on the speaker, massaging his face.

"Um... you're Mister Kekoa?" Sier glanced to the nameplate on his desk:

Noa Kekoa

Resort Manager

"Yeah. So you're the guy I have to wring out..." Kekoa lowered his hands to the desk; Sier stirred anxiously under his accusatory look. 

"...!" Sier blinked. "H-How did you know about-"

"We got cameras everywhere. And there's only one guest who fits the profile we were looking for." Kekoa crossed his arms. 

"U-Um, excuse me, I-I think I need to sit in on this too."

Celes gently made her presence known from behind Sier. He turned his head to look...

He nearly jumped out of his chair at the sight of it. Both of the doors had swung open to make room for Celes' face, trying to peer in through the doors. She seemed interested in getting her head in through the door, but it was rather smooshed around the doorframe. A few of the windows adjacent to the door indicated that Celes was crouching, trying to stick her face right in...

"W-Whoa, Celes, be careful, okay? I don't think you can fit like that..." Sier frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"I-I got a good fit now." Celes' chin rested on the floor. She smiled politely to the men. "Don't mind me, I'm listening."

"H-H-Hey! I do mind, lady! D-Don't stick your head in like that, you tryin' to wreck my office!?" Kekoa sputtered in her general direction. This invited a scowl on Celes' part.

"Well, how am I supposed to listen in on your conversation? Th-This problem concerns me too..." Celes muttered, her eyes drifting to the side. 

"D-Don't worry, she... she's very gentle, sir." Sier reassured Kekoa. "B-But, we need to explain ourselves, and-"

"Explain nothing! I already know she's behind the food shortage! Take a look at the footage..." 

Kekoa growled, pulling a remote from his desk drawer and pointing it at a TV hanging from the wall. With a few button pushes, the hyper-masculine action movie that had been playing a second ago had changed to a black-and-white recording. It seemed to draw from cameras around the resort: in the lobby, out on the plaza, through the bar, outside of the huts...

"This is just the ongoing feed, right?" Sier squinted. "They're cleaning the kitchen right now..."

"Your wife left a big mess behind. Everything has to be washed and sanitized cuz every was slathered in goop." Kekoa explained with a scowl.

"..." Celes glanced downwards, a pang of guilt hitting her whole body. "I-I didn't mean to... I-I was sleepwalking."

"I don't think I can call whatever the camera's caught 'sleep walking'. More like 'sleep... crawling'?"

Kekoa ran the footage, playing it back for the two of them. What they saw was a blobbinous mass gyrate, creeping along the floor without form or figure. The footage didn't have any sound, so it silently slipped through doorways, into pantries, pressing itself through any openings it could. It would then pry cupboards, refrigerators, canteens, whatever the slick substance could get its hands on, and bring it into its mass, consuming it and adding to its weight.

The footage sped up, and the incremental increases of the blob—of Celes—increased exponentially. She seems to fill up entire hallways at points...

"O-Oh no!" Celes blushed fiercely. "I-I can't believe I was naked the whole time...!"

"Is that what you're really upset about!? You're eating us out of house and home!" Kekoa blurted, astonished.

"I-Is there anything we can do?" Sier pointed. "We feel awful about this, and we wanna see if we-"

"We got an emergency food shipment coming in, but it won't be here until tomorrow. When that boat arrives and is good and emptied, you two are going off with it." Kekoa pointed at the two of them.

"What!? But, but it's 'all you can eat'! We didn't do anything wrong!" Sier stammered, clenching his fists.

"Your wife broke into staff-only areas, she compromised our whole operation! Not to mention the right mess of a mob we have to get under control!" Kekoa rubbed his face. "If this resort's still standing by the time the cavalry arrives..."

"...Um, excuse me." Celes tilted her head, smooshing against the door frame. "D-Do you have any idea where the boat is right now?"

"...Right now?" Kekoa blinked. "How the hell would I know!?"

"Ah, okay, um... then do you know which way it's coming from?" Celes frowned. 

"Uhh... dunno what it's worth to ya, but the mainland's west of us. Maybe west north west." Kekoa shrugged. 

"Okay!" Celes eyes lit up. "That's all I needed to know. I'll be right back."

Celes quickly removed her head from the doorway, disappearing from view. The two men could see the large, hulking woman running for the beach.

"H-HEY! Stay put, you're on house arrest, ya hear!?" Kekoa blurted.

"I-I dunno what she's... I'll go check on her!" Sier cried out, jumping out of his seat and sprinting after her. He was much quicker on his gangly legs than Kekoa was.

"OI! You get back here too!" Kekoa couldn't run after him very far without losing his breath. He heaved a sigh, panting heavily. 

"Jeez... how the hell does something like that happen anyway... hoo..." He lumbered back to the relative comfort and security of his office, eager to stay out of the sunlight—and out of sight of any angry tourists.

CHAPTER 6

"Celes, hold up a second!"

Sier called out from behind, following the trail of slime as quickly as he could. It was a futile effort for the most part; at her enormous scale, Celes' stride reached entire blocks, and even Sier in a full-on sprint struggled to keep up. 

At least Celes was being careful not to step on anyone. And the crowds were giving her a wide berth. Sier kept his eyes locked on her towering backside, how her ass wobbled trepidatiously with each step. It seems she was heading for the beach again.

At the lapping waves of the shore, Celes lurched to a stop. She leaned forward, raising a hand to her forehead with a squint, almost as if searching for something. Sier wasn't far behind, though he was gasping for breath and collapsed on his knees. His fall cushioned by the hot sand at his feet, he glanced skyward to Celes' face.

"Celes, d-don't run off like that! What're you planning...?" Sier wheezed.

"I'm looking for a boat! The boat!" Celes replied. As she said this, she grunted, her body narrowing as her mass shifted upward. Her towering form began to grow taller and slimmer, growing several feet taller in a matter of seconds. It seemed as though she was getting a better vantage point...

"...Mm. Still can't see it." Celes frowned, slumping as her proportions normalized. 

"I-It's still a day out, Celes." Sier staggered to his feet. "There's no way you're gonna see it from here."

"Well then..." Celes tilted her head. "I guess I'm gonna have to find it myself."

"...Um?" Sier cocked his head up. "You're going to... swim?"

"Yeah! I was thinking, everyone's really upset about the food shortage, so I'm gonna find the boat and... and give it a hand!" Celes turned to Sier.

"...I-It's a boat, Celes. And it's carrying tons of food. Literally!" Sier blinked. "How are you gonna-"

"You think I can't handle it? Just take a look at these babies!" Celes flexed confidently, her biceps growing in size. Sier admitted to himself that it was pretty impressive, but that didn't sway him.

"...Are you sure about this, Celes? A lot could happen out on the ocean, like... like sharks. A-and sea urchins, and..."

Sier trailed off, looking up to Celes' deadpan expression. He sighed, adjusting his glasses; of course, he remembered that Celes was practically invincible to stuff that would maim a normal person.

"Just... don't get lost out there, okay?" Sier trailed off. 

"Of course, I... I don't think I've ever gone swimming in the ocean before, but... but there's a big ol' boat out there, and a crew, they know where to go." Celes kneeled down. "Can you stay here and wait for me?" 

"S'not like I can go anywhere." Sier smirked slightly, trying to lift the mood. This brought a smile to Celes' face in turn.  

"A-Alright, I'll be back in a flash. Wanna make sure everyone has food and water..." Celes nodded, turning to the sea. She kneeled down, bracing herself. She bounced in place as if to psyche herself up...

...Before rushing headline into the waves! For a long stretch, she could wade and run through the water, but as she ran from the shoreline, she sunk lower and lower. 

"Ooh!" Her chest hit the water, bouncing as it did. She turned back, waving in Sier's direction. "Hey, you should take a swim while I'm gone! The water's great!"

"Maybe later!" Sier cupped his hands to holler back, Celes bobbing farther and farther away. "That ship's gonna make the water real choppy!"

"Ah, right!" Celes nodded. She squinted, trying to get her bearings. Based on the position of the sun, the direction she should be swimming is...

"Thataway!"

Celes doved forward, her legs wrapping together until they formed a single tail, its slick exterior similar to that of a slimy eel. Sier watched with awe as he watched Celes swim off, bobbing through the waves like some kind of massive sea monster.

Sier lowered himself down to the sand, and watched silently as Celes swam off, disappearing off into the horizon. He bit his lip, feeling the distance between them weigh on him already.

"...Maybe she needs some kind of signal..." Sier wondered. He looked back to the lodgings they left behind. "I should ask for something. Like an emergency kit..."

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En route to the islands was the Bastian Habbich, a supply vessel responding to a distress signal from the Flamingo Archipelago. As far as the crew understood, the situation was still a Code Yellow. But uncertainty among the crew was developing; island communities tended to lack the infrastructure to support large communities for long, and the total absence of food and water could lead to a deteriorating situation. 

Gusteau was on the lookout for pirates looking to make a quick buck, patrolling the decks. He was rather mangy-looking, baking under the sun in a loose-fitting uniform. He brushed his scraggly black hair back, and rubbed the coarse stubble on his chin, squinting to avoid being blinded by the midday sun. 

He was aware that the ship was loaded to capacity. That the supplies on board were slowing the ship down to a much slower pace. And it also made it a compelling target. It was easy to look the part of a cool and collected sailor, but there was an overwhelming feeling of vulnerability. He was getting a little hot under the collar, for more than one reason. 

He took a swig from his canteen, and keep a lookout for any strange activity. There wasn't anything for miles, and he was getting ready to be relieved of his shift.

"Well... if anything comes, they oughta have the decency of springing it on the next louse." Gusteau sighed, tapping his foot. He casually glanced at his cheap watch, counting down the seconds until his shift was up. 

...fwoosh...

"...Uh?"

Gusteau glanced up from his watch at the sound of distant, crashing waves. It sounded like a storm was brewing, but... there wasn't a cloud in the clear sky above. He looked over in the distance...

"...W-What the hell??" Gusteau stared.

A giant purple... something was splashing, weaving in and out of the water's surface. It had some kind of long tail flailing behind it. It was enormous, it was fast...

...And it was heading directly for the starboard side of the vessel. Gusteau paused, unsure what he was witnessing, but as he stared at the flailing tail, and how the enormous thing parted the sea like a barge, the realization that he didn't have a lot of time dawned on him.

He scrambled for the nearest voice pipe, undoing the latch with practiced diligence, licking his parched lips to focus. "Mayday, mayday, code yellow on starboard side! Sea, sea monster headed for the ship!"

Gusteau paused, awaiting a quick response; what he got was a tinny cacophony of bemused laughter.

"You off your rocker, mate? Does she got shiny blue scales, biiiig dorsal fin?" One voice joked scathingly.

"No, s'purple!" Gusteau shouted into the pipe. "And it's gonna make impact with the ship at any moment! This is an emergency you stupid-"

CLANG! 

Suddenly, the ship rocked violently, swaying from side to side. The entire ship rumbled as something collided into its side. Something huge.

Gusteau caught himself on the pipe, catching his fall as his eyes shot open, trying to find his feet. He could only imagine how much more the supply ship could take of that kind of impact before... before sinking!

"Haaah... th-that was exhaustinggg. Longer swim than I thought..."

A woman's voice droned on from the starboard side, and Gusteau paused. There weren't any ladyfolk on the ship. Well, there was the cafeteria lady, but Gusteau wouldn't really call her any sort of lady. So who was that?

He spun around in the direction of the voice... which just so happened to be the direction of the impact. His eyes widened as he froze up.

A colossal woman, seemingly made of purple slime, had her arms folded along the deck, burying her head and heaving in exhaustion. Her torso sloped off the side of the ship and into the clear blue sea below, where her body lost form. Her enormous breasts, together the size of a car, cushioned her body. 

Her eyes rose to meet his, and Gusteau staggered back. She waved gingerly.

"Hiii... is this your ship?" Celes called out, a little short of breath.

Gusteau swallowed grimly. He had a feeling today was about to get even more stressful...

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