The Queen of Cabin Nine: Part 44 (Patreon)

Author's Note:  Alright, final weigh-in!  I think Amber nailed it.  How about you?  This part is 2,600 words, so I hit my weekly word count!  Enjoy!

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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 44; Sunday, Camp Manitowash; Day 100

It wasn’t long before Amber arrived at the auditorium, short on breath, sweating, and more than a little late. The air-conditioned cafeteria was a literal godsend, but the large number of stares Amber detected lingering upon her as she entered were not. Too many pairs of eyes were watching her trudge down the auditorium toward her seat located next to the other counselors by the stage.

‘Don’t look at me…’ Amber prayed trying to hurry her progress without drawing more attention to herself. However, a growing murmur of whispers from behind her signaled to Amber she was failing at being sneaky. Parents and campers alike probably recognized her from the obstacle course. She was never going to live that down.

With her hair still drying, and a pool of sweat forming right around her cleavage, Amber knew she looked sloppier than she would have wanted to be. While she approached the other counselors, she couldn’t help feeling more and more inferior the closer she got to them. With her uncomfortably tight shorts cutting into her waist, Amber found her seat, took a deep breath, and sat down. Her soft, juicy tush raised her up in her chair a little more than it used to.  Her meaty cheeks spilled over the sides of her seat and her weight caused a discernable squeaking sound to emit from the chair the moment she sat down, seeming to ignite yet another wave of whispers among the crowd of onlookers.

“Here you go Amber.”  Stacey whispered, slapping a clipboard into Amber’s gut with a noisy smack, “Aaron weighed cabin nine for you since you weren’t here.”

Irritated by Stacey’s physical jab, but confused by the obvious jealousy in her voice, Amber kept her response professional since other people were watching, “I thought cabin nine went ninth?”

“Cabin nine did go ninth. You took forever getting ready. I know you have more surface area to wash in the shower than you used to but come on. That’s no excuse. What were you doing? Sneak eating all your camper’s contraband while they were away??” Stacey teased with a knowing flick to Amber’s expansive midsection, causing the once intimidating blonde to blush uncontrollably.

“How did you…” Amber was about to question when a lower whisper hushed her.

“Can you two not for five minutes?” Sally interjected from Stacey’s other side.

“Fine.” Amber nodded, as Stacey simply shrugged and tilted her head forward toward the stage, “Congrats again on winning the cabin Olympics.”

“Thanks, you’ll win next year for sure.” Sally smiled, as Stacey’s expression soured.

“Yeahhh… Next year… Right…” Amber muttered.  Next summer she would be a college graduate. With any luck she’d get her weight back under control and find a job that paid a heck of a lot better than being a counselor. All these humiliating things she was experiencing this summer would just be a faint unpleasant memory of an otherwise perfect life.

“Congrats on beating us in the cabin rankings.” Sally cheerfully replied much to Amber’s surprise, “You’ve still got it.”

“What?” Amber reflexively questioned. Arching her back slightly to rest more of her weight against the back of her chair, Amber lifted up the clipboard Stacey had shoved into her gut and looked over her cabin’s final results. They’d been trailing Sally and Stacey’s cabin for weeks now, not by much, but by enough.

If the numbers she was looking at were to be believed, both Stacey’s cabin and Sally’s had experienced a setback this last week, with their cabin’s actually collectively gaining weight instead of losing it. They’d dropped the ball, moments before the finish line, kinda like Amber had done on the obstacle course. With a prideful smile emerging on her face, Amber savored the first bit of good luck she’d had in what felt like forever.

‘Maybe all isn’t lost after all?’ Amber thought to herself, as she looked at how her individual campers performed over the course of the summer. Juanita had only succeeded in losing a measly 18 pounds, putting her at 180 pounds on the dot. Amber did have to admit though, that while Juanita hadn’t lost a lot of weight, she had lost a lot of fat. Her minimal weight loss was misleading for how much she’d actually been able to transform her figure, swapping out fat for slimmer looking muscle.

Her other campers had done much better. Most losing at least 30 pounds, and a few losing much more than that. Three, in particular, stood out. Alison, the tall and chunky Italian, was looking a lot less chunky than she had been at the beginning of the summer. At 194 pounds, she lost a total of 49 pounds since the summer began.  Certainly, well above average. Then there was Jessie, at 200 pounds, she’d struggled over the first half of the summer but really started to lose a ton over the second half of the summer. Her loss totaled 54 pounds, the second highest weight loss of any camper this summer. And lastly there was Betty, at 199 pounds, her weight had largely plateaued these last few weeks, but her work over the course of the summer really spoke for itself, she’d lost an astonishing 67 pounds since the summer began. That had to be a new camp record.

All in all, her cabin’s campers had lost a total of 337 pounds since the summer began, but since counselor’s weights were now included in the calculations, their actual score was 308 pounds lost, since according to the records, Amber’s initial weight had been 127lbs and her last recorded weight had been 156lbs. Her recorded 29-pound weight gain hurt her cabin’s score, but Amber could see from the leaderboards shining on the projector that cabin nine still had the lead over Sally’s cabin by seven pounds and an 11-pound lead over Stacey’s cabin.

It was a dream come true.

Cabin nine may have lost the quest for bragging rights, but at least a juicy consolation prize was now tantalizingly within Amber’s grasp. The only other cabin that had any chance of beating cabin nine, was none other than Aaron’s. They’d been trailing in fourth place all summer but had gotten into contention over the last few weeks when everyone else had started plateauing.

Since Aaron had been so kind as to weigh her cabin for her, she’d do the honor of weighing his cabin for him.

Patiently waiting for his cabin’s turn to arrive, Amber eventually ventured up to do what Aaron had done for her. His campers looked to have lost an impressive amount of weight, with losses averaging higher than her own cabin, but without any of the outliers that skewed the contest her favor so far. That was until his last camper stepped up to get weighed…

“That’s a loss of… 55 pounds.” Amber reluctantly announced, as Aaron’s cabin erupted in a series of cheers. Aaron’s cabin’s total loss bumped upward all the way to 310 pounds, knocking cabin nine into second place.

The disappointed squawks from cabin nine were palpable. This would be the second time they’d had victory within their reach today and had it slip through their fingers.

‘Or will it?’ Amber wondered to herself, as her mind raced to think of a way to stop the inevitable. There was only one person left to weigh in Aaron’s cabin. Aaron himself. Her mind went blank when he approached her.

“Looks like this will be the first summer my cabin takes it over yours.” Aaron chuckled clearly thinking ahead to the plethora of high-fives and the fat stack of bonus cash Pack Leader was just waiting to hand over to him should his cabin win.

“Looks like it.” Amber smiled with fake enthusiasm. She felt woefully inferior standing next to her flawless-looking former boyfriend. Even though it didn’t make much of a difference, she was trying to suck in her gut as best she could.

‘He doesn’t have to rub it in.’ Amber thought to herself, suddenly deciding to take matters into her own hands. Or rather… feet.

The moment Aaron stepped onto the scale, and all eyes veered over to the projector, Amber snuck her foot on the scale right between Aaron’s feet and pressed down gently enough to bump his weight up just a couple of pounds…

“187 pounds.” Amber chirped sounding a little too smug from her desperate little ploy just now. As Aaron stepped off the scale, she changed her tone, trying to sound as innocent and surprised as possible, “That’s a little more than usual. Isn’t it?”

“What?” Aaron blushed, turning around and looking down just in time to see Amber’s sneaky foot retreating from the scale.

Not picking up on Amber’s little sabotage just now, the audience was going crazy in response to the rapid turnabout. It got so loud that nobody could hear the next exchange spoken between the two former lovers.

“They sneak up on you. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Let’s see, a gain of three pounds, puts your cabin’s total weight loss at… 307 pounds! Second place, not bad. Better luck next year.” Amber snickered, bluffing her way to a victory that was the only thing holding any semblance of her self-worth together right now.

“Amber, are you kidding me? You cheated. I saw your foot.” Aaron protested. His competitive nature was showing. Amber sounded to him like she was being almost playful. Under all that fat she’d gained, deep down, maybe she was still the same old Amber after all.

“I did not. You just can’t admit that you got beat by a girl.” Amber replied coyly, “Again.”

“I’ll give you one chance to make this right.” Aaron warned by raising his pointer finger threateningly.

“You are such a sore loser.” Amber fired back planning on sticking to her story till the end. She was positive Aaron was bluffing. He could never rat her out. He was too sweet for that.

“Alright, if that’s the way you wanna play this. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Aaron replied before waving his hand up and yelping, “Pack Leader!”

“Yes, Aaron?” Amber’s Aunt Sandy croaked, standing up. Her presence alone was enough to silence most of the onlooking campers and families squabbling.

Aaron looked poised to rat out Amber, but as he locked eyes with his former summer fling. He could see her eyes were pleading with him to show her mercy. Pleading with him to let her have this. His little overconfident crush had transformed over the summer into a much fatter and more vulnerable version of herself. She was looking for his pity, and she’d found it.

“Aaron?” Pack Leader repeated sounding impatient.

“Nothing. I just… wanted…” Aaron paused with a sigh, “to be the first to congratulate cabin nine.”

The sudden smile on Amber’s chubbier face brought a warmth to his heart he hadn’t felt in weeks. If this was the last moment, he ever shared with Amber Cullin’s, he was sure now that he wouldn’t regret it.

“You’re such a pushover.” Amber chirped quietly enough for only Aaron to hear her, “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Aaron sighed. However, before he could say another word, Pack Leader got everyone’s attention.

“I appreciate your attitude Aaron, but let’s not be too hasty. There is still one person from cabin nine that needs to be weighed.” The Pack Leader ordered, pointing to her niece and emphasizing, “Amber.”

The queen of cabin nine looked frozen in place.

“WHAT??? But… But Pack Leader…” Amber worriedly muttered suddenly so frozen with fear she could hardly talk.

“No buts, it was decided early this summer that counselors’ weights would count toward cabin rankings, to demonstrate that all of us here at Camp Manitowash are all in this together. We need an accurate weight for your cabin’s ranking, otherwise I can’t in good conscious give cabin nine the victory.” Amber’s Aunt Sandy explained, as she approached the stage.

“Can’t you make an exception?” Amber begged quietly enough that she hoped the whole crowd wouldn’t hear her.

“If cabin nine wasn’t in first place, this wouldn’t have mattered, but here we are.” Pack Leader replied, as Amber suddenly realized the stupid move she just pulled on Aaron had actually planted the seeds of her own destruction, “I can’t just bend the rules to try and accommodate your feelings about this. I have to consider the camp’s reputation.”

“You care about this stupid camp more than you care about me. Don’t you.” Amber lashed out in a desperate whisper trying to guilt her Aunt into changing her mind.

“Amber quit being dramatic. Just step on the scale and let’s get this over with. The longer you drag this out, the worse it’s going to be.” Sandy replied in her typical firm and uncompromising tone.

It was then that Amber knew, she was well and truly screwed.

And what was worse, she had nobody to blame but herself. If she’d been able to push her fragile ego to the side and let Aaron have his victory, she’d be sitting pretty right now on the side of the stage in the background. Now, she was going to have to live out a version of her worst nightmare, for the second time in a single day.

All eyes were on her.

Campers, counselors, friends and family. Amber’s heart was beating so fast her chubby body was beginning to feel numb. All she wanted to do was run away, but she was frozen on stage.

Losing patience, Pack Leader wrapped her arm around her plump niece and guided her toward the scale. Amber held her breath, sucked in her gut, and prayed for a quick end to her suffering.

Stepping on the scale, all eyes turned to the projector display.

There were gasps, chuckles, laughs, and excited chatter.

Amber couldn’t bring herself to look down at the number or turn around and gaze at the screen. She knew whatever she weighed; it was far too much to be acceptable for someone of her formerly flawless stature.

“205 pounds?” Her Aunt’s voice conveyed, with a certain level of disgust.

‘I’m over 200 pounds?? No… No… It’s not true… It’s not true…’ Amber’s thoughts echoed as that lightheaded feeling returned.

“Amber, breathe, will you?” Her Aunt snapped with a hearty slap to Amber’s back, causing her to exhale the breath she’d been holding and take in a fresh sudden burst of air.

In response, the hair tie that had been holding on for dear life around Amber’s inflated waistline finally quit with a loud:

*Snap!*

It seemed to echo throughout the auditorium, as everyone in attendance stopped whatever they were doing and stared at the way Amber’s belly surged free from its confines. With her mushy midsection exposed for all to see, a ruckus of laughter and jeers stirring among the crowd, Amber’s face went red, the humiliation of it all was just too much. She wished she’d just faint, but it wasn’t happening. Not this time.  Clearly any luck she had left had clearly run out.

She knew deep down; her reputation would never recover from this.

“205?” Aaron’s smug voice whispered in her ear, giving Amber fearful goosebumps on the back of her neck, “That’s a little more than usual. Isn’t it?”