Author's Note: We follow Amber back into her bedroom and get to see what happens next. This update is just under 2,000 words, so I've hit my weekly 4,000 word quota. We'll see more from Amber next Friday, until then, 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 46; Preston, Minnesota; Nine Months Later… Continued.
Upon slamming her bedroom door shut, Amber let out one large, exacerbated breath before waddling over to her bed and resting her heavily inflated rear down upon her mattress. The weight of her beefed up body caused the wooden bedframe to cry out in pain, as if consciously voicing its opposition with having to carry the weight of all Amber’s excess blubber. Swallowing the present embarrassment lingering within the forefront of her mind like she swallowed comfort food recently, Amber’s eyes turned to her boyfriend, as he took a seat across from her at her desk.
“So, what just happened?” Bobby asked sounding innocent as always but looking just a hint concerned.
“Abby just mistook me for mom.” Amber scoffed, as her hands rested warily upon her doughy gut and her eyes slowly scanned her room. The once neat little sanctuary was littered with things, she’d been too lazy to put away. Clothes, empty bags of snacks, her junk from college, old photos of when she’d been skinnier, it was an absolute mess. A pigsty fitting for the current encumbered nature of her fattened figure.
“She was probably just pulling your leg or busting your chops.” Bobby quickly jumped in trying to console Amber’s clearly irritated feelings.
Ignoring Bobby’s words of encouragement, Amber started over, “She mistook me for mom FROM BEHIND, while I was bending over.”
“Oh. Well… That’s plausible then.” Bobby admitted, while he visually scanned Amber’s rounded figure. Even with as large as Amber’s breasts had become their size didn’t hold a candle to the extent to which Amber’s belly and lower body had expanded.
“She also caught me stuffing my face with the donuts YOU bought me.” Amber growled airing what clearly sounded like resentment, as her face reddened once again.
“You asked me to get you those donuts, remember?” Bobby replied in his defense.
“Yeahhh, but…” Amber whined, as she tried to formulate her thoughts and continued, “You didn’t have to leave them out on the counter like that. You could have put them somewhere out of my reach. You know how little self-control I have these days. You knew what you were doing.”
It was then that the look in Bobby’s handsome eyes changed, concern and worry appeared to fade away, and were quickly replaced by curiosity and interest. Wheeling Amber’s desk chair closer to her bed and resting one of his hands upon her fat thigh, he sounded desperate to know, “How many did you eat?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Amber scoffed recognizing this familiar change in her boyfriend’s behavior. She’d been being serious, but clearly something she said had triggered his peculiar interests. And now, with his hand slowly sneaking its way up her meaty thigh, he was beginning to light her fire as well.
“How many Amber?” Bobby pestered, sounding desperate to know.
“W-why do you want to know?” Amber replied sounding flustered.
Bobby was like a drug she needed to quit, but like food, she’d gotten addicted to him over the last few months. He was a bad influence on her, enabling her constant overconsumption of food, and constantly sexually rewarding her for her newfound laziness and gluttony. As a couple who’d been together since October, they didn’t have much in common, they didn’t like the same TV shows, listen to the same music, they really didn’t share any hobbies, or have much to talk about in the way of deep conversations, but they did have a sweltering mutual attraction for one another.
Everybody thought Bobby was stupidly hot, especially Amber, but however attractive she found him to be, his obsession with her burgeoning body was even greater than her obsession with his much taller and fitter build. The validation of nabbing a truly top tier guy in the looks department was something Amber couldn’t help clinging to, as her own stock in the conventional dating market had plummeted with her relentless weight gain. It seemed like everything she did turned him on, even the insecurity she was expressing right now.
“I don’t WANT to know; I NEED to know.” Bobby urged, sliding off the chair and onto the bed next to Amber. His hand, which had been on Amber’s thigh, now gently glided to her belly and his other arm wrapped around her soft shoulder.
She could smell his deodorant, old spice, the more she’d come to associate the scent with her boyfriend, the more simply catching a whiff of it turned her on. The way Bobby was touching her, worshiping her bigger body, produced a flood of mixed feelings in the pit of Amber’s bulbous stomach, it would have been so easy to give in and give Bobby what he wanted, what part of her now wanted, but for the moment, Amber was able to keep her composure and voice her complaint, “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You put them there knowing I can’t resist stuffing them down my fat throat. All because it turns you on when I act like a fatty.”
As his hand began kneading Amber’s belly fat like dough, his other hand drifted from her shoulder to her breasts, then he gently nibbled upon her ear and whispered, “Come on, how many did you eat babe? I love it when you act like a fatty.”
With excited chills reverberating all across her blubbery body, Amber’s resistance melted, her concerns faded away, and the greediness she’d nurtured within herself these past few months took total control. If she gave Bobby what he wanted, she knew he’d give her what she wanted. So, that’s exactly what she did, replying with just a hint of lingering embarrassment, “The whole box.”
“The whole box??” Bobby echoed sounding far too excited.
Knowing what Bobby wanted to hear, Amber continued, “I just couldn’t stop myself. I was only planning on having one or two, but they were just sooooo good. I had to have more.”
“That is so hot. You, are so hot.” Bobby praised his fat girlfriend, as he gently lifted his hand from her breast, and tilted her chubby face toward his so he could kiss her. Their lips met with a spark of sexual excitement as they often did. Amber wanted to keep making out, but Bobby pulled away from her to ask a predictable horny question, “Are you still hungry?”
She wasn’t, but Amber had been through this song and dance with Bobby so many times, the best response had been pretty much drilled into her. So, she purred, as seductively as she could, “Yeahhh, do you have a snack for me?”
“Here.” Bobby excitedly muttered, reaching over to Amber’s nightstand, and grabbing a candy bar from the drawer, “Eat up. You’ll feel better.”
Accepting the snickers after he opened it for her, Amber gently brought it to her lips trying to be seductive, while Bobby eagerly watched. As her teeth slowly sunk into the chocolatey-sugary sweetness of it all, she savored the flavor and embellished her enjoyment for Bobby’s sake. Sometimes watching her eat mesmerized him to no end, other times he was just too turned on and proceeded to rush her.
This was one of those other times.
Putting his finger on the end of the chocolate bar that remained outside of Amber’s lips, he gently pushed the rest of it into Amber’s mouth and watched with clear lust in his eyes as she struggled to chew it all and swallow it.
“Why?” Amber was able to mumble with her mouth full and cheeks inflated containing the excess amount of candy bar in her mouth that she didn’t want to choke on.
“I’m sorry, you were just taking too long.” Bobby smiled devoid of any regret, as he watched Amber finally finish everything off with one last big gulp, “How did it taste?”
‘After binge eating eight donuts… honestly not great.’ Amber thought to herself, before cooing in a submissive tone she knew Bobby would find irresistible, “Sooo goooood.”
“Mhh, I love hearing that.” Bobby hummed, lavishing his hands all over Amber’s thickly fattened body, “Burp for me.”
“I don’t have to burp right now.” Amber blushed, not wanting to debase herself anymore for her boyfriend’s enjoyment. She’d given him what he wanted, now she wanted her reward.
“Come on, just a little one.” Bobby begged, squeezing her squishy love handles with lust, “Pleaseee.”
Amber sighed, giving in. Refusing any request from Bobby was like telling a cute puppy ‘no’. After swallowing some air, Bobby pressed firmly against her swollen stomach, helping Amber push the air back up and outward in a quick, but powerful little, “*burp!*”
“That’s my girl.” Bobby grinned, before patting Amber’s pronounced gut with approval and telling her, “Now let’s get this dress off.”
Amber struggled to stand up right away, she needed inertia on her side, so she slightly leaned back, rolled forward, and with Bobby’s arms bracing her, she rose to her feet with a groan. Bobby followed soon after her and unzipped her dress. As if on cue, Amber heaved her husky arms upward, while Bobby grabbed the bottom of her dress on both sides of her and began pulling it upward and off her. Slowing once to squeeze the fabric off her oversized ass, and yet again to get the constraining dress off her belly.
In nothing but her undies and bra, Amber was about to turn around to face her boyfriend, when she heard him sit back down on the bed and felt his hands lock onto her hips, before pulling her backward. Stumbling, Amber promptly squashed her big butt upon Bobby’s lap, and could feel just how excited he was for what was to come. Before she could question what he was doing, Bobby’s arms let go of her hips and wrapped around her chest pulling her backward even further.
As Amber’s weight leaned backward, and she fell upon her boyfriend, she managed to squeal, “What are you doing?”
“I just want to feel you on top of me.” Bobby answered earnestly, while Amber felt a little odd. Bobby was completely underneath the full weight of her oversized body. She didn’t know how he could even breathe, let alone enjoy having her crush him like this.
“Okayyy.” Amber muttered, as Bobby’s hands began ravishing her sides, and periodically making incursions toward the sides of her butt, belly, and breasts. She had to admit, it felt good having Bobby touch her like this. Thanks to her butt squishing against his lap, she could feel that this little moment they were sharing was absolutely driving him crazy.
“Mhhh, I want you so bad.” Bobby hissed from behind her after a few more uninterrupted moments of groping his obese and curvy girlfriend.
“Then quit fooling around.” Amber replied impatient for the action to escalate.
“As you wish. Come on, sit up. Let’s get started.” Bobby urged his rotund girlfriend with yet another sultry squeeze to her blubbery gut. In response, Amber struggled to sit up, her belly forming thick rolls of heavy fat which squeezed the breath out of her rapidly. Sit-ups used to be effortless for Amber, now she couldn’t even complete one. As Amber let out a defeated grunt, and the weight of her body fell back upon her boyfriend, Bobby questioned, “What are you doing?”
“Shut up and help me up, will you?” Amber urged. Her face was quickly reddening with embarrassment over the helpless state of her ruined fitness, providing quite the color contrast to the toneless, pale paunch of a belly weighing her down.
Like magic, Bobby’s arms helped her rise upward, enough that she could rise to her feet without losing her breath. Once she was up, he got off the bed, helped her out of her bra and panties, and let her assume a lazy position on her back upon the bed. He could tell she was feeling insecure about herself, but he knew, as usual, it was nothing a couple of orgasms couldn’t fix.