The Queen of Cabin Nine: Part 47 (Patreon)

Author's Note: This update is just under 3,000 words, so I'll be doing another post on Sunday to hit my 4,000 weekly wordcount or exceed it. I might do another part of TQOC9 or TDD, to be determined. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the latest twists and turns of Amber's Epilogue! I'm fairly certain this epilogue will end with part 50. So, we are closing in on the finish line!

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-Polaris

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The Queen of Cabin Nine

Warning: This is a retelling/reimaging of a classic unfinished WG tale originally authored by the great Greinskyn and titled, “Practical Joke.” This retold version is an adult/fetish story involving weight gain, stuffing, and revenge. If this isn’t your type of thing, please don't read it.

By polarisdreamer

Part 47; Preston, Minesota; Nine Months Later… Continued.

Amber sighed as she entered the kitchen, her thick legs felt like Jello, and her lungs felt exactly like they used to feel after she’d finish one of her morning runs way back when. She needed to keep one chubby arm against the wall to keep herself steady. Fooling around with Bobby had been a blast, as usual, but now that he’d well and truly taken care of her, she was feeling absolutely famished.

In her rush to quell her insatiable hunger, she’d squeezed into a pair of grey leggings and a pink tank top. Like most of her wardrobe, she was probably only a few pounds away from ripping them at their seams. As she slowly wobbled around the edges of the kitchen, toward the fridge, she needed to repeatedly stop and tug her leggings up over her belly button because her tank top was simply too small to avoid creeping up her thick blubbery rolls of belly fat.

However, hiking her leggings up so high produced an equally undesirable effect, camel toe. It was one or the other, expose her toneless, pale paunch of fat, or camel toe. Continuing her slow plodding trudge toward the refrigerator, Amber settled on camel toe. As she reached her destination, she tugged her leggings upward once again, scratched her double-chin, and looked over the options available to her to satiate her hunger.

The refrigerator was filled with, a soggy salad, some Greek yogurt, and a variety of leftovers. Between herself, her parents and Bobby, they’d ordered a lot of takeout this week. Amber ultimately felt her choice was between some leftover pizza, and some leftover pasta, but before she could decide, a familiar voice called out her name.

“Amber, hey…” Her older sister, Abby, muttered sounding far more reserved than she had earlier. Amber knew her sister well enough to know that meant Abby probably wanted something from her.

“Oh? I don’t look like MOM to you anymore?” Amber replied with a heaping helping of sass in her voice. Closing the refrigerator, and promptly turning to lean her big butt against it, Amber stared daggers at her older sibling in response to how she embarrassed her earlier.

“Look,” Abby sighed, as her eyes darted downward, no doubt making note of the emphasized look of her sister’s fatty upper pubic area, and camel toe, thanks to Amber’s tight clothing, “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I was wondering if you’d want to drive me to get some dairy queen? I’m really craving a milkshake. I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

Amber’s stomach growled at the mention of the fast-food joint. But she didn’t let it get the better of her, instead she kept her composure and spat, “Just get Darrel to drive you.”

“Dad’s having him fix the faucet upstairs.” Abby replied challenging her sister’s excuse, finally making eye contact.

“Whatever. I don’t want to.” Amber growled in no mood to make peace with her sister just yet, as she crossed her arms under her bloated bust and atop her rounded gut. As Abby had teased earlier, Amber’s belly was probably larger in diameter than her pregnant sister’s.

“Come on, I’ve been wanting to go for half an hour!” Abby wined, as Amber raised an eyebrow.

“If you’ve been wanting to go for so long, why didn’t you come get me sooner?” Amber wondered curiously.

“I stopped by your room, but I could hear that you and Bobby were…” Abby paused, before smiling knowingly and adding, “busy.”

“Oh…” Amber couldn’t help but blush. In college they’d never had to worry about how loud they were being.

‘I wonder how much she heard…’ Amber worried internally, as her sister could plainly see the fear on her face.

“He’s your boyfriend. You should… umm… enjoy each other’s company.” Abby muttered trying to help Amber get over the awkwardness, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I’m not embarrassed.” Amber lied not wanting to give Abby an inch in this conversation.

“You’re blushing though.” Abby pointed out, with a poke to her sister’s chubby cheeks.

“I’m just sunburn.” Amber lied once again trying to keep up her deception and failing. She even brought her hands to her cheeks to try and hide it.

“Yeah, right.” Abby replied clearly not buying what Amber was selling.

“Ugh… If I take you to dairy queen, will you just shut up about this?” Amber relented just wanting this annoying interaction to end.

“Sure.” Abby chirped, clearly happy to get what she wanted.

“Fine. Let’s go. I’ll be ready in a minute.” Amber huffed, before waddling out of the kitchen to search for some socks. Her legs still felt like Jello and it still didn’t feel like she’d actually caught her breath yet.

Trying to ignore her severe lack of fitness, Amber found some socks in her room, and then told Bobby where she was going with her sister. Like a gentleman, he walked Amber to the front door, and Abby watched in silence as Bobby knelt down on one knee, and helped Amber put on each of her socks, and then each of her shoes before he tied them both for her.

It kind of reminded Abby of how Darrel would help her with her socks and shoes now that she was so very pregnant. But Bobby seemed to enjoy helping Amber get ready, Abby always had to order Darrel to help her. What Abby was watching in front of her didn’t feel fair, Amber wasn’t pregnant. She’d just gotten fat.

‘What kind of guy would enjoy pampering such a ball of lard?’ Abby wondered to herself, ‘A chubby chaser. That’s who. Or a fat… lover.’

It bothered her she still hadn’t stumbled on some more appropriate terminology to describe her sister’s situation, but her judgmental thoughts dissolved once Bobby planted a lengthy kiss upon her sister’s lips before wishing her safe travels. Abby couldn’t help feeling a little jealous of Amber. Abby always needed to remind Darrel to show her such affection, especially in public, and here Bobby just offered it without a second’s hesitation about who was watching.

Once the sister’s left through the front door and waddled to Abby’s minivan, Amber threw her long blonde hair into a ponytail, perhaps to reduce the heat she was feeling, and threw on an oversized pair of sunglasses. Abby didn’t want to say anything, but Amber really did resemble their mother right now with that exact look. She even resembled their mother in the way she had to maneuver the driver’s seat further back to fully accommodate the girth of her rounded gut.

Once they got to driving, Abby was quick to break the silence with a question bouncing around in her mind, “Sooo… Bobby seems nice. How’d you two meet?”

Amber didn’t respond right away, her attention appeared to be on the road, but after a few moments, she replied tersely, “We met at a party.”

Hardly satisfied with that answer, Abby complained, “Come on, what’s the story??”

“There is no story. We met at a party.” Amber grunted, clearly not wanting to dwell on the topic.

Abby sensed Amber was hiding something, so she kept pressing, “And???”

“Look, Bobby was a rebound guy that kinda just stuck around. That’s all.” Amber added sounding reluctant to get into it any deeper.

Finding Amber’s responses quite strange, Abby mentioned, “You don’t sound super thrilled about that.”

“Bobby’s a lot of fun, but he’s also…” Amber paused, as she made a turn onto a larger road, “a bad influence.”

“How so?” Abby hummed, resting her arms on her baby bump, not letting up. She wanted the gossip.

“He… Just is. Trust me.” Amber muttered, reluctant to dish out the details her sister clearly craved.

“It sounded like you two were getting along pretty well before we left.” Abby smiled, as she watched her sister’s chubby cheeks blush bright red once again.

“You said if I took you to dairy queen, you would drop it.” Amber complained in a whiny tone.

“I don’t get it though. Why are you embarrassed to be with him? Bobby’s gorgeous.” Abby replied with complete non-judgmental honesty.

“Because he’s only with me because I’m fat!” Amber snapped finally admitting the truth out loud.

“Oh?” Abby gasped both surprised and pleased with herself for guessing the truth back at the house.

“Yeah. He’s pretty exclusively attracted to bigger girls… Like me, at the moment.” Amber clarified, as confessing seemed to make her feel a little bit better.

“Oh.” Abby hummed, internally doubting the phrase, ‘at the moment.’ Amber had grown fat enough that her size was not a temporary condition anymore. Maybe she didn’t know that yet, but it was obvious to Abby, who’d struggled with her weight for just about all of her adult life.

“Yeah. So, even though we’ve got a good thing going, it’s temporary. Once I lose the weight, I’m pretty sure he’ll lose interest in me.” Amber added with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Well, you never know.” Abby replied trying to offer Amber a smidge of cryptic hope.

“I’m pretty sure he’s exclusively attracted to how fat I’ve gotten. Like I said, once I lose the weight, I’m pretty sure he’ll lose interest.” Amber reiterated not catching on to what her sister meant by her previous statement.

So, Abby decided to spell it out for her, “If you lose the weight.”

“I’m losing the weight. Sooner or later.” Amber growled, not wanting to accept the reality of her situation.

“Emphasis on later.” Abby smugly pointed out with a firm poke to Amber’s doughy gut.

“Shut up.” Amber snapped, slapping her sister’s hand away and then quickly grabbing the steering wheel a little tighter than she was before.

“I’m just saying, if I was in your position, and he made me happy, I would not be in any rush to get rid of him.” Abby clarified, simultaneously thinking it would be a privilege not to have Darrel pester her about going to the gym with him ever again.

“That’s my dilemma. As long as I’m this big, he’s not going anywhere, but I’m never going to do any better than him unless I lose the weight.” Amber prattled on.

“Jeez.” Abby sighed.

“I know.” Amber hummed, feeling like she was doing a good job explaining why she felt torn.

“No, you just missed the turn for dairy queen.” Abby pointed, as Amber blinked a few times in disbelief. Looking over her shoulder, she realized Abby was completely right.

“Sh*t. Sorry, wasn’t paying attention.” Amber admitted, as she mentally tried to reroute where the best place to turn around would be.

“It’s fine, just hang a u-be at the next light.” Abby pointed, as Amber moved into the turn lane.

“Yeah right.” Amber hummed, as there was silence in the car for a moment as she performed the U-turn and approached the dairy queen, this time pulling into the drive-thru line without error.

While they waited behind a few cars to order, Abby piped up again, “So, how’s the job hunt going?”

“Not good.” Amber sighed, “Every time I show up for an interview, they take one look at me and tell me I’m not what they’re looking for. It’s like a degree in exercise science means nothing if you’re overweight.”

“Didn’t Aunt Sandy offer you a job? Something about the new adult program over the summer?” Abby inquired, having heard different things from her mother and from her aunt.

“Yeah, it’s a pilot program and yes, she asked if I’d join. With my experience I’m probably her first choice to lead it, but I am never setting foot in Toe Wash ever again. EVER.” Amber spat sounding like her mind was made up.

“Why not? Money is money, and it could buff your resume.” Abby prattled trying to help her sister out of her rut.

“My resume is in great shape. I, on the other hand, am not. I think that’s the problem.” Amber frankly admitted, pulling up to the speaker and rolling down her window.

“Hello welcome to dairy queen, may I take your order?” A dreadfully bored voice echoed through the speaker.

“You’re buying right?” Amber sought to clarify from her sister.

“That’s right.” Abby nodded, as a sudden smile escaped from Amber’s greedy lips, before she turned back toward the speaker.

“Hello! Umm… Two cheeseburgers, two large fries, and one large vanilla milkshake please.” Amber loudly bellowed into the speaker.

Abby’s jaw dropped, she hadn’t even told Amber what she’d wanted and Amber had just gone and…

“So, what do you want?” Amber turned to her sister and asked.

It was in that moment, Abby realized, with a bit of shock, that Amber had just essentially ordered two meals, for herself.

‘She really did turn into a fatty. Through and through…’ Abby couldn’t help thinking to herself with astonishment.

“Hello, what do you want sis?” Amber once again hummed, this time more impatiently.

“Umm…” Abby stammered, since Amber was being a fatty, she felt more comfortable being a fatty herself, “Two large chocolate milkshakes please.”

“Did you hear that?” Amber questioned into the speaker.

“Two cheeseburgers, two large fries, one large vanilla milkshake and two large chocolate milkshakes?” The voice echoed.

“That’s right.” Amber nodded.

“That will be $25.65, please pull up to the window.” The voice replied.

“Gimmie your credit card.” Amber demanded, as she extended her hand and snatched the card Abby was holding in her hand.

“You’re welcome.” Abby muttered thinking it was rude Amber hadn’t said ‘thank you.’

‘Mean fatass…’ Abby couldn’t help thinking to herself, as Amber pulled up to the window.

“Cash or credit?” The worker hummed after opening the window.

“Cred... it.” Amber nearly choked, as she suddenly recognized the person standing on the opposite side of the drive-thru window.

It was Jessie.

Her former fat camper, only it looked like she’d lost even more weight. She looked… normal. Amber’s face began to blush bright red. She prayed the sunglasses she was wearing were enough for Jessie not to recognize her and make a big stink about how shamefully fat she’d gotten.

“Thank you.” Jessie smiled, as she took the credit card from Amber and looked upon her fattened former counselor with a curious look in her eyes. Jessie then looked at the credit card Amber had given her, probably reading the name written upon it. In that moment, Amber was thankful her sister was paying and not her.

Without another word, Jessie shrugged, processed the payment, handed Amber back her sister’s credit card, and closed the drive-thru window, probably trying to keep the cool air from inside from escaping. Only, she didn’t close the drive-thru window all the way. It was still open a crack, just enough for Amber to overhear what she turned and said to her coworker.

“It’s not her. Sounded like her over the speaker though.” Jessie muttered.

“Who’s Amber anyway?” Her coworker faintly replied, as Amber focused in on what they were saying.

“She was a super snide and overbearing counselor at that fat camp my parents sent me to last summer. Haha, we pulled the greatest practical joke of all time on her!” Jessie bragged, as Amber continued to eavesdrop.

‘What practical joke?’ Amber thought to herself, as her mind raced to remember what Jessie could be referring to.

“What did you do?” Jessie’s coworker asked.

“Well, we found out she eats in her sleep, so every night when she went to bed…” Jessie paused dramatically before continuing, “We’d stuff her silly with all the junk food we could find! By the end of the summer, haha! She was fatter than we were!”

‘That’s not true! That can't be true!’ Amber thought to herself, getting more embarrassed and angry, as memories of her nightmare of a summer began to replay in her mind.

“I don’t believe you. You’re such a fibber.” Jessie’s coworker doubted.

“It’s true! Ask Juanita! Or our other friends from camp, Alison and Betty. It was all Betty’s idea; she can tell you! Jessie emphasized, as a different coworker handed Jessie Amber’s order and droned:

“Order up.”

Amber didn’t have time to process the information she’d just heard, as Jessie fully opened the drive-thru window again and handed her all the food she’d ordered.

“Two double cheeseburgers, two large fries, and three milkshakes. Enjoy.” Jessie hummed, as Amber simply accepted the food and nodded.

‘I didn’t order two double cheeseburgers… Did she just take one look at me and assume that’s what I’d ordered??’ Amber’s thoughts raced and returned to the information she’d just overheard, ‘Jessie had to have been lying. People can’t eat in their sleep… Can they??’

“Thank you.” Abby called out to Jessie since Amber hadn’t said anything in reply. Her fat sister was just frozen, it seemed. So, Abby asked, “Umm, are you going to drive Amber? There’s a line.”

“Amber?” Jessie muttered to herself faintly hearing what Abby said and turning her eyes back upon the swollen blonde blob in front of her.

Putting her foot on the gas and pulling away far too quickly, Amber raced Abby’s minivan out of the parking lot and back onto the road. Determined to put as much distance between herself and her humiliating past as she could.