The Queen of Cabin Nine: Part 43 (Patreon)

Author's Note:  Friday's really worked for me in February, so I'm going to keep with the Friday posting schedule in March too.  We are closing in on the end of Amber's summer (before we have an epilogue).  This part is just over 2,000 words, so expect another part later tonight so I can hit my weekly word count.

Thanks for all the support!

-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 43; Sunday Cabin Nine, Camp Manitowash; Day 100

Mud, sweat and tears were washed from Amber’s exhausted body while the hot piercing spray of the showerhead helped relieve the newfound soreness that consumed her arms and legs. The embarrassment she’d just endured an hour earlier on the obstacle course was enough to make Amber wish she could linger in the lonely cabin nine shower forever. While she undid her pigtails and tossed her hair ties carelessly onto the floor away from the drain, Amber did her best to purge her memory of the many immature campers who mocked her with pig noises and facial expressions on her walk of shame back to cabin nine after she’d singlehandedly lost the obstacle course, and the cabin Olympics, due to her poor fitness and clumsy coordination. Her own campers had luckily been more merciful, and only given her the silent treatment while they hurried to take showers of their own and pack their things for their departure after final weigh-ins scheduled to start at 4PM.

Stepping back from the hot stream of water for a moment, and grabbing her shampoo bottle, Amber applied a generous amount to her messy hair and began to knead it into her flowing locks. Normally the act of washing her hair and massaging her scalp made her feel better, but right now the only thing her mind could focus on was the way her ballooning ass bumping into the tiled wall behind her prevented her from backing her belly away from the stream of water rushing out of the showerhead. The admittedly undersized shower cubicles of cabin nine had once felt spacious to her, now they felt like they were shrinking, but Amber knew that wasn’t the case, she’d been growing, big time.

Finishing with her hair and rinsing, Amber took her soaped up sponge and lavishly used it to cleanse her shoulders and chubbier arms. Her swollen breasts received her attention next, followed by her prodigious potbelly.  Taking her free hand, she meaded her fat like dough, disgusted by how mushy her once firm abdomen had become. There was so much fat that if she bent over, the rounded nature of her belly formed into two distinct rolls, one larger and lower, and one above her belly button, but both were large enough to completely obscure her once prized navel ring.

‘When did I get so big? It feels like it happened overnight…’ Amber lamented internally to herself, while she cradled her stomach fat like a baby and turned into the water to rinse away the excess soap, Amber didn’t bother trying to suck in to try and make herself feel better. It didn’t make that much of a difference anyway, and after her exertions on the obstacle course, she was beginning to feel quite hungry. Trying to suck in her gut would only exacerbate her growing discomfort.

It was unfortunate she’d have to wait before having anything to eat. Not only was Amber in desperate need of some quick and easy comfort, she didn’t want her belly growling up on stage when she started weighing her campers. She’d had her fill of embarrassment for a lifetime and didn’t want any more.

The campers had cleaned off well before she did and marched over to the auditorium to await the beginning of the final weigh-ins. This last spectacle took place in front of an extra-large crowd of family, friends, and fellow campers. Yet the campers arrived early anyway, because once they were done, they were finally free to go.

In years past, the camp used to offer a final parting meal of higher-than-average quality to the soon to be departing campers and family, but since it was so common for parents to take their campers out to eat as a reward for a summer of restraint, it had been literal years since the camp itself actually catered a final feast.

Cleaning her fattened thighs, dump truck of an ass, and thicker lower legs, Amber was in no big hurry to finish, but she knew she’d hear it from Pack Leader if she didn’t make it to the auditorium soon. So, after lingering in the water for an few minutes just absorbing as much refreshing warmth as possible, Amber shut it off and began toweling off, doing her best to ignore how much her plump body jiggled as she did so.

Making her way out of the bathroom and over to her room, the humidity of the cabin soured Amber’s mood even further. Before long she’d be sweating again, no doubt. Grabbing a pair of panties, Amber kept her towel on as she took a moment to awkwardly tug them up her thick thighs and plump backside. Her shattered self-confidence wouldn’t allow her to get naked unnecessarily anymore, even when she was alone. The panties were stretchy, so she managed to get them on without much problem, but the way they dug into her fleshier body was certainly not welcome. Not only did they squeeze into her softened sides, but her belly bulged over the waistband, and her upper pubic area bulged outward under it.

‘I went from having a thigh gap to a fupa…’ Amber’s negative thoughts burst out unable to be contained, ‘I’m ruined…’

Grabbing her sister’s old bra, Amber rested her bigger backside upon her bed causing the aging springs to audibly strain against the girth of her fattened tushy. In a clumsy effort, Amber forced her bra into position and let her towel fall to the wayside. Rising off the bed, Amber could hear the bed springs let out a sigh of relief now that they were momentarily freed from having to hold up her heavy body.

Not lingering on her embarrassing observation, Amber bent over and grabbed an earthy green tank top. She was supposed to wear something signifying she was a counselor, but all of her camp Manitowash merchandise made her look positively fat, so she didn’t bother. The tank top went on easily enough although it did little to obscure her belly or even cover her gut all the way down to her panties. It did reach just below her belly button, and that was all Amber needed it to do.

A week ago, she’d ‘accidentally’ stolen a large pair of high-waisted jean shorts from one of the laundry rooms campers and staff usually had to share, located in the main hub complex of the camp. It undoubtedly belonged to a camper, maybe even one of her own, but since her viable clothing options for containing her rapidly expanding belly and ass had quickly dwindled Amber had no choice but to seize the moment and claim the garment for herself.

A week prior they’d fit, barely, but they had done a great job of containing her belly and artificially making her waist look slimmer than it actually was. The moment of truth was in front of her. Would they still fit? Amber wasn’t sure. She felt huge today…

With some worry, Amber stuck her fleshy legs into her shorts and began to pull them up.  They slowed at her thighs, the fabric was tight and binding with little give. With difficulty, Amber managed to get the shorts over her plump thighs, but the real issue was jerking them up high enough to cover her girthier butt. With a hop and a grunt, Amber could tell this process wasn’t going as smoothly as it had been a week before.

 “Come on, you stupid shorts!!” Amber grunted, “I have places to be!”

She continued struggling in vain to get the shorts over her enormous butt cheeks.  She wriggled from side to side, pulling with all her might.  The seams groaned in response to Amber’s softened hips and girthy backside. Summoning what strength remained from her fatigued arms, Amber jumped yet again, and pulled with all her might, finally forcing the fabric over her meaty butt. The shorts felt unbearably constricting around her butt, even though they weren’t buttoned.  Still, Amber experienced a wave of relief, but the victory was short lived once she looked down and saw just how much of her big belly now stood in the way of her buttoning the shorts together.

“How did I even do this last week?” Amber muttered to herself partially questioning if these were even the same pair of shorts she’d stolen out of a sense of self-conscious desperation.

After a moment of self-doubt, Amber attempted to button them. She pulled the flaps of the jean shorts together as hard as she could, but Amber only succeeded in squeezing the breath out of her.  Sucking in her gut with all her might, Amber tried again. She tugged the flaps closer together than she did before, but her efforts were causing the shorts to stretch to the limit against her expansive rear.

“F*ck…” Amber cursed, releasing her breath, and watching as her belly bulged frustratingly outward, well past her short’s waistband. With a seemly impossible task in front of her, Amber’s frustration boiled over.

“Why does nothing ever work out in my favor!?” Amber vented, trying yet again to clasp the button. Yet, once again, it was clear Amber not only lacked the strength to get the job done, her belly was simply too large for her to fasten the shorts. Sitting down on her bed, springs groaning, Amber rubbed her face, and breathed deep trying to calm down.

She had another option, it was one she’d witnessed camper’s do many times over the years, she didn’t want to resort to it, but she didn’t have a choice at this point.

‘I don’t have time for this…’ Amber thought to herself, reluctantly deciding to grab a hair tie and use it to fasten her shorts.

Getting up from her bed, with a labored groan, Amber searched for a hair tie in her bag, only to discover something else under a layer of her inadequate old clothes. Contraband.

“How did this all get here?” Amber muttered out loud. The answer was obvious, someone had planted it there. But who? Today was the last day of camp, perhaps a bold camper didn’t want to risk their parents finding them with so much junk on them?

It was a good a theory as any. Before Amber could give it anymore thought, a yearning growl from her hungry stomach convinced her that now wasn’t the time to question a gift from the heavens. Tearing into a candy bar, the rush of dopamine quickly comforted Amber’s nerves. Losing herself in the flavor of the chocolate, Amber’s worries melted away for just a moment. For just a moment, she felt relaxed.

But then, she finished it, and she was once again alone with her thoughts in a body that felt far heavier and fatter than she was comfortable with. Another candy bar was the answer, followed by another, and another. Before Amber knew it, she’d gobbled up every last drop of contraband that someone had planted in her bookbag. Certainly not stuffed, but definitely not starving anymore, Amber’s more logical senses returned to her.

‘I need to button these shorts…’ Amber promptly remembered. After tossing away the trash, she returned to her bag and quickly found a hair tie. Rising upright, Amber fit one end around her short’s button and pushed the other through the gap on the other side. Then she stretched the hair tie and latched it back around the button. Unable to really look down and see how her solution looked due to the size of her bloating belly, Amber wobbled back into the bathroom, her fleshy thighs jiggling with every step, and gave herself a once over.

The shorts felt secure, and once she did up the zipper as far as she could, and pulled down her earthy green tank top, the outfit looked like Amber had hoped it would.

“It will have to do…” Amber lamented, as she got some sandals on, and departed cabin nine for the auditorium.  The seams of her pants were straining, the fleshy mounds of fat on her body were jiggling, but at least her stomach wasn’t rumbling.