The Queen Of Cabin 9: Part 38 (Patreon)

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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 38; Sunday, Camp Manitowash; Day 79

A brief silence overcame the various groups of fit counselors enjoying their breakfast. All eyes in the counselor’s lounge turned to view an unusual sight. A slightly exposed belly, soft and round, protruding forward, jiggling slightly with every step, was among their ranks, and it belonged to none other than Amber Cullins, helping herself to a second chocolate chip muffin.

Some eyes lingered, judgmentally, on the way her matching pair of love handles oozed over the waistband of her black yoga pants, forming an honest to goodness muffin top. But Aaron’s eyes zoomed in on the surprising depth Amber’s navel now sported, obscuring the shine from her once prized navel ring. Her once slim waist was non-existent at this point, in its place a single big gut now pooched outward from under the orange camp Manitowash t-shirt that now appeared at least two or three sizes too small for the only officially chubby fat camp counselor chowing down among them.

As she turned to trudge back to her table, keeping her eyes low to the floor to avert eye contact, she clumsily bumped into a chair someone was sitting in, dropping the muffin she’d just ventured over to grab. Bending over to retrieve it from the ground, Aaron and no doubt other onlookers, could spot the outline of Amber’s panties straining to contain the swollen orbs of fat her once flawless ass had ballooned into. Hurrying to a trash can, Amber chucked her muffin, returned to the pastry table and instead slapped two cream-filled donuts onto her plate before repeating the process of returning to her table without further incident.

Every time Aaron saw Amber in passing, it took longer and longer for him to recognize her. Her slim and perfect body type had been replaced by one that was far pudgier and heavyset. She’d expanded to the point, in Aaron’s eyes, she was starting to blend in with some of the campers. She certainly looked out of place in the counselor’s lounge. Part of him couldn’t believe she was the same girl he was swapping spit with earlier in the summer. Amber was looking more and more like her sister each passing week. It was uncanny. Genetics loaded the gun, her birth control had pulled the trigger. He couldn’t help feeling bad for her, as he watched her, from afar, rejoining her considerably slimmer friends.

Sitting down next to Sally, and across from Stacey, Amber’s hand unconsciously stroked down along the pudgy, bloated mound of belly fat that was forcing her inadequate shirt to ride up an embarrassingly high amount, until she reached the waistband of her yoga pants and tugged them up to her belly button in an attempt to obscure the sizeable roll of lower belly fat spilling out onto her lap.

“Wow, not shying away from desserts, are ya Amber?” Stacey judgmentally inquired with a sh*t-eating grin plastered upon her face.

“Why should I? It’s not like it matters.” Amber grunted, while sinking her teeth into her first creamy donut, and then continuing to talk as she chewed, “Thanks to my birth control problems I’ll probably keep putting on weight for the rest of the summer no matter what I eat. So, what’s the point of starving myself for no reason?”

Amber sounded like a broken woman. And after the weigh-in yesterday, Sally wasn’t surprised her former counselor was in emotional shambles today. The look of horror on Amber’s face, and the tears that fell from her softer cheeks when her current weight was broadcast to the other cabins, were etched into her mind. During the weigh-ins on week seven, Amber fainted at the prospect of weighing 156lbs.

Yesterday, a full month later, during the week 11 weigh-ins, Amber discovered she was up to 185 pounds, one pound heavier than Juanita, the camper she’d just weighed. She was gaining roughly seven pounds a week, a pound every day. Such a rapid expansion seemed unbelievable, but seeing was believing, and it sure did look like Amber was swelling up at a breakneck pace. After all, she was now officially heavier than one of the fat campers she was supposed to be a role model for. With three weeks left of camp, it was anybody’s guess how many more campers Amber would outweigh when the summer was all said and done…

“C’mon Amber, maybe try cutting down on the sweets.  You’re supposed to set an example for your campers. What would they think if they saw you pigging out right now?” Stacey replied not letting up.

“I don’t care what those brats think. I don’t even care if we win the stupid rankings anymore. As far as I’m concerned, I’m just here for the paycheck from now on.” Amber mumbled, finishing her first donut in sloppy fashion, and picking up her second.

“You don’t mean that.” Sally interjected, putting a hand on Amber’s meaty thigh in a show of support. She was a little taken aback by how soft she felt, but Sally didn’t dare verbalize any such thought.

In response, Amber just glared at her far slimmer coworker and growled defiantly, “Summer can’t end soon enough. I just want to sort out my birth control, go back to college and get my body and my life back to normal.”

“Then by all means, keep enjoying your dessert.” Stacey added smugly, before grabbing her empty plate and standing up above her pudgy former rival for Aaron’s affections and proclaiming, “I better get going. I’ve got plans for later. Big plans.”

“Good for you. Bye.” Amber spat in response, as Sally mustered a weak wave. Once Stacey had pranced far enough away from them, Amber muttered under her breath, “B*tch.”

“Yeah, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. What you eat is none of her business.” Sally proclaimed trying to show Amber some solidarity before adding, “So, how are you holding up after yesterday?”

“Not well.” Amber admitted, taking a small bite of her second donut before continuing with her mouth full, “but because I cried my eyes out, and because it’s not my fault that I’ve been putting on weight, Pack Leader said she’ll excuse me from any further weigh-ins. So, that’s a silver lining.”

“Good, good.” Sally hummed, as she removed her hand from Amber’s thick thighs and watched as the formerly flawless vixen continue to eat her donut without remorse. She’d never seen Amber chow down so carelessly before. It was like she was possessed by a fat ghost or something. Or under some type of voodoo spell…

“Doesn’t change the fact that I’ve turned into a hideous ton of lard, this summer, but it’s better than nothing.” Amber sighed with a third bite of her donut, leaving only a little piece left in her hands that was dripping with creamy custard.

“Amber, you’re not hideous. You’ve gained some weight, pretty fast, but you still look really good.” Sally replied, trying to cheer her up.

“You can save the body positivity bullsh*t for someone who cares, I don’t need your pity Sally. I’ve outgrown all my clothes this summer and I’m starting to outgrow all the clothes I borrowed from my sister. Aaron’s repulsed by me. I… I look like a soccer mom!” Amber ranted conveying her irritability this morning.

“Amber,” Sally muttered trying to think of something to say.

“Enough Sally, I don’t want to hear it right now. I just want to enjoy my donut in peace. Is that too much to ask for?” Amber babbled over her.

“No. Go ahead.”  Sally chirped letting it go, as Amber thrust what remained of her donut into her mouth and in the process, spilled a gob of creamy custard right upon her breasts.

“Jesus f*cking christ… How are fat girls supposed to eat?” Amber lamented, as she grabbed a napkin from the table and tried to wipe off her shirt, “I might just let my tits hang out at this point, no matter what I do I keep spilling stuff on them.”

Sally watched silently, mesmerized by Amber’s attempts to clean herself up. It was so odd. Once upon a time, Sally’s own body had been far fatter than Amber’s currently was, and Sally remembered the problems she’d once endured thanks to having larger breasts, a larger belly, larger, well, everything. It annoyed her a little bit, Amber calling herself fat. Amber was bigger, sure, but she only thought she was fat because she used to weigh 119 pounds. That was her reference point. Sally remembered getting down to 185 pounds and feeling skinny.  Perception was a funny thing.

‘I wonder how Amber will feel about how she weighs now, if she gets even bigger…’ Sally couldn’t help but wonder to herself.

Registering Sally’s silence about what she just said as a sign to change the subject, that’s exactly what Amber did.

“What did you think Stacey meant when she said she had plans later?” Amber questioned, as she finished cleaning herself, and Sally snapped out of her funk.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Sally hummed unconvincingly.

Turning her softened face, Amber locked her gaze on Sally’s nervous eyes, “I know you know. If you wanna make me feel better, spill the beans.”

“I don’t think knowing would make you feel better.” Sally shrugged innocently.

Letting out a disappointed sigh, Amber replied knowingly, “She’s hanging out with Aaron. Isn’t she?”

“Down by the lake, after dark. Sorry Amber.” Sally prattled, unable to keep Stacey’s secret to herself.

“Don’t be sorry for me. It’s whatever. I’m so totally over him anyway.” Amber shrugged reaching for her plate only to frown when she discovered it was empty, “Do you wanna maybe split a donut with me? I’m usually not this hungry in the morning, but it’s like nothing is hitting the spot right now.”

“I know that feeling. Sure, I’ll split one with you.” Sally hummed in agreement.

“Thanks Sally. You’re a good friend.” Amber replied, briefly placing her hand on Sally’s and squeezing it to express her appreciation.

“Thanks. So are you.” Sally nodded, as she watched Amber heave herself out of her chair and sway her widened hips back over to the pastry table. She couldn’t help, but notice that compared to Stacey’s sizable backside, Amber’s had hers beat in the girth department by a long shot. It was really obvious when she bent over to grab the donut… No, two donuts… No, three?

As Sally saw Amber reach for a fourth donut, she couldn’t help, but wonder with a little worry in the back of her mind, ‘How many donuts does Amber plan on splitting with me?’