Author's Note: This is a full draft, but I just don't have time to double check for grammar and typos ( & edit some descriptions) tonight. My eyes are killing me, it's been a long day. I hope you enjoy what is here, I will clean it up before the end of the month. This is how I wanted to end part 49, which means part 50 is next up for Amber's story and it will be the last part of the epilogue. Let me know what you want to see, and how you want this to end. I've got my plans, but I could always write some alternate endings if it pleases the masses.
This update is just shy of 4,000 words, so that means I have just over 3,000 that I need to make up for by the end of the month. Expect more from me before the 30th.
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 49; Preston, Minesota; Nine Months Later… Continued.
‘Oh no! No… No-no-no!!’ Amber thought to herself, while trying to force a smile at the sight of nearly all of her family and friends from the area. Even though she was wearing clothes, she felt exposed for all to see. Swollen and stuffed, no matter how badly she wished she could suck in her fattened belly, Amber just couldn’t do it. The embarrassment elevated her heart rate, her cheeks blushed, and she was suddenly out of breath. Her hand was still holding Bobby’s, she gripped it tighter for dear life.
For a moment, a sort of stunned silence overcame the onlookers, the vast majority of Amber’s family and friends from home hadn’t seen her since she’d put on weight. To them, the wide and round young women standing in the doorway was not at all what they were expecting.
Amber’s formerly trim figure had ballooned into a soft mound of plump, jiggly chub. Her face had softened and gotten chubby with puffy cheeks and an undeniable double chin. Her breasts had swollen in size and now sported far more cleavage than anyone had seen on Amber before. Being almost three times the size she used to be made her prodigious gut look positively enormous. Its size dwarfed that of her fatter arms, but it was obvious at a glance that the worst of Amber’s newfound excess weight had gravitated to her lower body. Her thighs were thicker than her waist used to be, the width of her hips practically filled the doorframe she was standing just in front of and her pubic area had gotten so decidedly fatty that it was straining the grey leggings she was wearing.
‘Why is everybody so quiet? I got fat, but it can’t be that shocking, right?’ Amber thought to herself in a growing panic. Struggling to waddle more inside, the floorboards Amber stood upon creaked loudly with every shift of her weight from side to side. Amber could feel everyone’s eyes on her, just as she could feel her massively fattened body jiggling uncontrollably with every step.
It was then that a chorus of whispers started echoing among the crowd of stunned onlookers:
“Amber certainly changed her diet… That waistline… Ick…” Amber heard before the voices whispering around began to meld together. There was too much going on for Amber to hear everything, but her imagination filled in the details she missed…
“Isn’t she an exercise science major? I guess she doesn’t practice what she preaches anymore.” One of her skinny friends from high school snickered to another.
“Look what she’s done to herself. I can’t believe how much bigger she is.” One of her older cousins gasped into the ear of her daughter.
“She has a muffin top where her abs used to be!” The daughter replied matter-of-factly.
“Is that really Amber?” One of Amber’s crew from high school prattled.
“She exploded! Omg!” Someone else replied. Probably Katie, Katie always spoke like she was texting someone.
While her attention was on her friends, Amber’s ears picked up some name calling among the more astonished comments:
“Pig.”
“Whale.”
“Fatass.”
It was like everyone had something to say. Out of her left ear, she heard:
“She used to have a perfect figure… now she’ll never be skinny again.”
“Jeez, time to go on a diet.”
“Looks like someone stuck a water hose in her mouth and blew her up!”
“Those hips certainly do not lie.”
“You can tell she’s been taking advantage of those endless college meals.”
“Lol she got sooo plump!”
“Oof!”
“Wow looks like someone really enjoyed her senior year huh??”
“Zero gym.”
“She might wanna start laying off the carbs.”
“She is absolutely spilling out of that tank top!”
At the same time out of her right ear, she heard a more coherent, but no less hurtful conversation:
“How did SHE land a guy like THAT? He’s hot and she’s…”
“Amber must be a real freak in the sack. That’s the only possible explanation.”
“Oh lord.”
“Facts omg haha!”
“Why do you guys gotta make everything dirty?”
“It’s like the first thing that appears in my head.”
“Tis true.”
“Maybe he likes’em thiccc.”
“It certainly looks like someone’s been keeping Amber well fed.”
Looking toward her mother, wanting this torment to end, Amber grunted with a suppressed rage in her voice, “I told you I didn’t want a graduation party mom!”
“Well you don’t get everything you want!” Amber’s mother shrugged off Amber’s concern before addressing the crowd, “Pizza and drinks are in the back yard! Congratulations Amber! We are sooo proud of you! Now let’s eat!”
Amber watched as her mother and friends funneled out to the back side of the house after some sheepish and distant congratulations. It was like they didn’t want to come near her. Like she was sick with something. Like they were worried her fat was contagious or something.
“Did you know about this?” Amber asked Bobby who was still standing proudly next to her.
“They told me when you and Abby left.” Bobby admitted.
“A warning would have been nice. I don’t think I’ve ever be so humiliated…” Amber muttered, as a flood of memories from the previous summer crowded the forefront of her mind.
“You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed…” Bobby began to say, as Amber stopped him.
“I’ve got an upset stomach, grab me some ginger ale.” Amber ordered, letting go of Bobby’s hand and cradling her swollen belly, as he nodded his head in response.
“Right away. Want anything else to make you feel better?” He offered, leaning over and tenderly rubbing Amber’s fattened belly.
Amber’s first thought in response turned to food, when Bobby appreciated her body like this, food always followed. Craving it was instinctual at this point, even though she was stuffed silly, she’d conditioned herself to overeat, so her response was predictable, “Maybe you could run to the store and get me some sour patch kiddos for later?”
“Sure thing.” Bobby nodded before leaving Amber’s side to head into the kitchen.
Alone, Amber waddled toward the dining room, where she saw her sister and her grandmother sitting down together. Addressing her sister, Amber growled, “I can’t believe you.”
“What?” Abby shrugged feigning innocence as usual, cradling her pregnant belly.
“You freaking stuffed me like a freaking thanksgiving turkey knowing I was going to have to see people!.” Amber vented with irritation, lifting her rounded upward slightly as if to show off how enlarged it had become thanks to Abby’s actions.
“I did what I had to do to keep you from coming home before your party was ready for you. You’re welcome.” Abby replied rolling her eyes and then settling them upon the way Amber’s belly fat rippled across her waistline when she quit holding her belly up.
“I never wanted a party!” Amber snapped pointing a finger in Abby’s direction and causing her chubby arm to join the jiggling contest her belly was currently winning by a country mile.
“I wanted a graduation party and I never got one, so cry me a river.” Abby snapped right back not wanting to deal with Amber acting so spoiled.
“Amber?” Amber’s grandmother questioned, as if recognizing her for the first time.
“What Grandma?” Amber asked, trying to cool her tone.
“Oh my god. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree does it. You got so fat I thought you were your mother!” Her grandmother pointed out before chuckling.
“Like okay Judy, you’ve been drinking and smoking everyday for like 55 years, but I don’t call you on it, so how about you leave me alone!” Amber rapidly prattled at her wits end. Which was something her grandmother apparently found so amusing she laughed so hard she started coughing.
“Amber!” Abby grunted surprised by how disrespectful her tubby little sister was acting right now, “Come on, you gotta be nice to Grandma.”
“Yeah, you know I’m not going to be around much longer.” Judy sympathetically replied really hamming it up.
“You’ve been saying that every time I’ve visited you ever since I can remember. I’m honestly convinced you’re immortal Grandma.” Amber replied, as she felt a hand wrap around her shoulder. At first, she thought it was Bobby, but when she looked at who was standing next to her. It wasn’t Bobby. It was… “Aunt Sandy!”
“Walk with me, talk with me.” The authoritarian pack leader of camp Manitowish demanded, as she steered Amber away from her sister and grandmother and led her toward the front of the house where it was mostly empty, “First things first, congratulations on graduating college. You must be so excited.”
“So excited for what?” Amber muttered, not thrilled about being off alone in the house with her stern and fat-phobic aunt.
“For what comes next.” Her aunt replied, before adding, “Do you have a job lined up?”
“Not yet.” Amber admitted unable to conceal a frown. It seemed like no one in the exercise science field wanted to hire an overweight trainer such as herself. She was desperate to find a job, and she sensed that was where her aunt was going with this.
“If you ever change your mind about…” Her Aunt Sandy began, before Amber loudly cut her off.
“No, I’m never stepping foot at your fat camp ever again.” Amber growled not wanting to even entertain the idea of filling in as fat, fat-camp counselor.
“All I’m saying is that there is always a place for you at Camp Manitowash if you change your mind. You would be perfect for our adult…” Sandy tried once again to explain, but once again, Amber shut her down.
“Thanks but no thanks.” Amber scoffed, before waddling off into the kitchen looking for Bobby. He was nowhere to be seen, so Amber reached for the nearest edible thing she could find. Even though she wasn’t hungry, she was feeling stressed. And she ate when she was stressed. It was subconscious at this point, just a coping mechanism for making herself feel better. As Amber snacked on some cheese and crackers, her Aunt followed her into the kitchen.
“You really couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Her aunt accused, as she watched Amber absentmindedly throw some more cheese and crackers into her mouth.
“Couldn’t resist. Sue me.” Amber blurted with her mouth full, while she unconsciously rubbed her aching gut. She was really stuffed to capacity, but a little bit of discomfort wasn’t enough to stop Amber nowadays.
“Haha, okay. Okay. Listen. You waddled off before I could finish asking you…” Her aunt tried to add, but Amber wasn’t letting her.
‘I do not waddle!’ Amber thought to herself.
“I don’t care Aunt Sandy. Just leave me alone.” Amber growled conveying her irritation.
“Amber, don’t be like this.” Sandy replied trying to strike a more concerned tone, “Now tell me, what are you planning on doing about this?”
Amber looked down and could see and feel her Aunt pressing her hand into her rounded gut. She couldn’t stop herself from blushing. Amber was so stuffed, even her Aunt’s slightest touch pushed the wind right out of her.
“You’re looking uhm… fuller. Then I remember.” Her aunt hummed trying to frame Amber’s massive weight gain diplomatically.
“I don’t know. I’m trying to lose weight. It’s not easy.” Amber defensively pouted.
“Maybe start counting calories, you know be more aware of exactly what you’re putting into your body at all times. You should start exercising again too.” Her aunt explained, trying to offer some advice. For some reason, her advice hurt worse than all the gossip she’d heard from her friends.
“I exercise.” Amber huffed, while smashing another cheese-filled cracker desperately into her mouth.
“The sorry state of your waistline suggests otherwise. I barely recognize you waddling around.” Her aunt countered much to Amber’s irritation.
“I do not waddle.” Amber stomped.
“Whatever you say Amber.” Her aunt sighed finally deciding it wasn’t worth it to talk to her niece like this, “Like I said, congratulations on graduating. And if you change your mind about camp this summer, just let me know. I’m sure you’d be a huge asset to our adult pilot program.”
“Oh, I’m sure, but for the millionth time, I’m NOT interested!” Amber snapped, as her Aunt retreated from the room and left Amber alone in her thoughts.
…
Looking over her shoulder and seeing that she was now alone for the moment, Amber skipped the crackers and popped three slices of sharp cheddar cheese into her mouth, savoring the flavor every moment she spent chewing and swallowing her current mouthful. As she was reaching for more, Amber felt her leggings sliding down her waistline and the hem of her tank top rising upward over her belly. Looking down, passed her inflated breasts, Amber could plainly see her fat belly spilling out of her clothes in the shape of an enormous mound of muffin top.
Putting a hand on her soft and swollen flesh, Amber tried to gently push her belly back inward, but she simply didn’t possess the strength to fight all the girth her belly not sported.
“Whew… I am stuffed…” Amber remarked to herself, as she morbidly thought, “My belly is seriously as big as Abby’s… Maybe bigger… What happened to me?’
Then Jessie’s words she’d overheard at Dairy Queen replayed in the forefront of her mind: ‘we found out she eats in her sleep, so every night when she went to bed… 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 crazy…” Amber shook her head refusing to believe what was obviously just another crazy rumor Jessie was spreading.
“What’s crazy?” A voice echoed, as a handsome man entered into the kitchen with a ginger ale in his hand.
“Where were you?” Amber questioned.
“Your mom moved all the drinks outside in the cooler. It’s a little crowded, sorry it took me so long.” Bobby explained, as he held out the soda for Amber and she promptly accepted it and took a drink.
While she drank, she could see Bobby trying to hold in a smile. So, once she swallowed, she asked, “What are you so happy about? burp!”
“I’ve got good news, your aunt just offered me a job at that old summer camp you used to work at! The pay isn’t great, but if your parents let me stay with you, we wouldn’t have to try long distance!” Bobby promptly answered as chipper as could be.
‘That snake, of course she’d offer my job up the second I turned her down. Always a place for me my fat ass!’ Amber grouchily thought to herself, while trying to process the ramifications of what Bobby had just told her. On the one hand, she was pissed at her Aunt Sandy, on the other, she was thrilled by the prospect of continuing to share a bed with her handsome boyfriend, but she was also worried. The prospect of distance was going to be her exit door for her relationship with Bobby, but she wasn’t truly sure if she wanted things with him to end. Was physical chemistry enough of a foundation to build a long-term relationship? Amber was incredibly unsure. So, she just smiled, leaned into him for a hug, and said, “Oh-my-gosh! That’s great babe!”
“I know right! Looks like you’re going to be seeing a lot more of me for the foreseeable future.” Bobby prattled clearly excited, “Imagine if you worked at the camp this summer too, we could have so much fun!”
Picturing having fun at camp with Bobby immediately caused Amber to flash back to Aaron, and the time she’d spend with him the previous summer. She’d always wanted someone to fool around with at Camp Manitowash. For a time Aaron had been perfect for her.
“Yeah we could.” Amber replied in agreement, as her brain once again cursed her aunt. She’d identified her weak spot, and applied pressure. Much like Bobby was doing in their hug, “Babe, you’re squeezing me too tight.”
“Sorry,” Bobby muttered letting Amber go, “I just can’t get enough of you.”
“Burp! I know.” Amber smiled, taking another drink of her ginger ale.
“I can’t wait to meet all your friends. Do you want to introduce me to people?” Bobby inquired, extending out his hand.
“Yeah, I will, just give me a minute. I wanna finish my snack first. I’ll meet you out there soon.” Amber promised, as Bobby nodded.
“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” Bobby said, leaning in and giving Amber a big kiss right upon her lips.
As Bobby exited the kitchen, Amber returned to her cheddar cheese. The last thing she wanted to do was go outside and have everyone continue judging her for how large she’d become. Looking down at her belly again, Amber blushed at the sight of her pale muffin top. She’d never attempted to conceal it since entering the house.
‘Everybody saw this…’ Amber thought to herself, as a burning embarrassment boiled within her. Two slices of cheese, and a hearty sip of ginger ale were enough to bring the temperature down for a moment. Then Amber tugged down upon the hem of her tank top, and pulled her leggings up as far as they could go, in an effort to cover up her shamefully large belly. But her tight clothes quickly slid back to their previous positions and Amber was forced to face the facts, she was simply too fat for the clothes she was wearing, but the issue was, unless she borrowed something from her mom, she didn’t have any better options to go with right now.
‘What would I even say to people?’ Amber thought to herself, ‘I felt fat in the clothes you saw me enter the party with, so I changed? That would only draw even more attention to how big I’ve gotten…’
“burp!” Amber’s belch echoed around the room. It sounded extra loud thanks to the carbonation in the soda she was drinking.
That’s when Amber heard something, voices approaching…
“Did you hear that?” A familiar voice squeaked.
“I think it came from the kitchen.” A sterner voice replied.
‘They heard that??? Kill me now…’ Amber thought to herself, as her embarrassment once again began to rise.
Turning toward the doorway the voices were coming from, Amber put down her drink and tried to compose herself as best she could. Then in walked two of her friends from the track team, Chloe and Olivia. Thin, fit, and blonde, Amber used to joke that the three of them could have been twins. It was obvious to each of them now, that nobody could make that comparison anymore. Chloe and Olivia shared a resemblance, but Amber didn’t fit the mold anymore, not by a long shot.
As Amber watched them enter, she couldn’t help wishing to herself, ‘What I wouldn’t give to have some friends as fat as me… Or at least a little bit heavy.’
“Oh wow Amber… look at you.” Chloe smiled. She was too polite to say what she was clearly thinking. Her eyes lingered on the swollen state of Amber’s gut.
“You’ve grown.” Olivia bluntly added walking right up to Amber and giving her a hug, “I can barely wrap my arms around you.”
“If I had a nickel every time someone said that to me recently…” Amber sighed accepting the hug and trying not to blush too bad, while she did her best to swallow a potential burp.
“Would you have a lot of nickels?” Chloe inquired, raising an eyebrow. Unlike Olivia, she was keeping her distance.
“I’d have too many.” Amber replied, as Olivia released her and gave Amber’s fully fattened body another look over from top to bottom.
“Wow, couldn’t put the fork down, could ya?” Olivia giggled touching Amber’s exposed belly tentatively, as if to check that it was in fact real, “You turned into a real chumba wumba!
‘Chumba wumba??’ The term was one Amber had some up with way back in middle school to tease some of their heavier classmates. Olivia and Chloe were always in on the joke, yet now Olivia dared turn it on her??
“I am not a chumba wumba!! It’s not my fault I… got so… big. I had some issues with my birth control last summer.” Amber muttered without any confidence in her voice. The awkwardness of this interaction was causing her stomach to rumble. She wanted to shove more food in her mouth to calm herself calm, but she’d never be able to live it down if she acted like a pig in front of her friends.
“Me too! I gained like 15 pounds last summer because of it.” Chloe added, much to Amber’s surprise.
“I didn’t know that. You don’t look any bigger than usual.” Amber observed not really detecting much of a difference in her friend’s body. Chloe looked just as fit as she had as a senior in high school all those years ago.
“I lost it. Haha, obviously.” Chloe laughed, before posing a question, “Are you… umm… trying to… lose weight? It’s not that hard.”
“I am. Trying.” Amber replied firmly, before throwing out the first excuse she could think of to try and save face, “Fat just runs in my family so… It’s been really hard to get back to normal.”
“Haha, nobody runs in your family, otherwise you all wouldn’t be so fat.” Olivia teased, while slowly circling behind Amber. Once she was behind her, she punctuated her sentence with a pinch to Amber’s massively enlarged dump truck of an ass. Her touch caused Amber to recoil away from Olivia and toward Chloe.
Amber was too embarrassed to reply, so Olivia kept going, “Look at you, you’re bursting out of your clothes at the seams. I bet you have a lot of clothes you’ve outgrown.”
“We were actually wondering about that.” Chloe chimed in, causing Amber to turn around yet again. She was surrounded.
“My clothes?” Amber muttered trying to clarify.
“Your old clothes,” Olivia specified, “What are you doing with them? Did you donate them? Do you still have them?”
“I-I’m saving them until they fit me again.” Amber stuttered trying to turn and look at whoever was speaking too her, but her movements were slow, uncoordinated.
In response to what she’d just honestly said, both Olivia and Chloe broke out into some laughter.
Amber didn’t understand what was funny, so she snapped desperately, “What?? They don’t fit me right now, but they will in the future!”
This response only caused the laughter to increase in volume. It was then that Amber realized why they were laughing. And this realization made her pout.
“Oh… You’re serious?” Olivia stopped suddenly sounding a little guilty for laughing.
“Yes!!” Amber vented feeling hurt by this exchange. The thought of her getting back to her former glory was something her friends found laughable because of her current overly inflated size. It was a hard pill to swallow.
‘Are they being mean? Or am I just being unrealistic? Am… Am I past the point of no return?’ Amber insecurely thought to herself.
“Oh, I thought you were joking.” Chloe gasped, covering her mouth to hide the remnants of her previous smile.
“Me too. Sorry.” Olivia sighed raising her hands up as if to surrender before putting them down and adding, “It’s just that, you really let yourself go… Are you sure you wouldn’t want us to take some of that clutter off your hands?”
“My old clothes are not clutter!” Amber loudly countered fully realizing that two of her closest high school friends were purely acting like opportunistic vultures right now. They were all smiles, but they just wanted all the cute clothes she was too fat to fit into now!
“She just means, we’d love to borrow some of your older clothes, y’know, stuff that would fit us, because you’re probably not going to be using them for… like… a while.” Chloe calmly added trying to deescalate the conversation.
But Amber didn’t want to deescalate. She was hurt by her friends judgment and assumptions about her, so she snapped with anger, “F*ck you guys. You’re so rude. Both of you.”
“We’re not being rude, you’re being greedy!” Olivia huffed with a poke to Amber’s substantially exposed belly.
It was at that point that Amber couldn’t take it anymore. More than anything else, she was craving comfort right now, security, and sanctuary. Being around Olivia and Chloe was just making her feel even worse about herself. Wanting to retreat, Amber waved the white flag, she could always buy new clothes when she got skinny again.
‘If I get skinny again.’ The rational side of Amber’s brain corrected her before she summoned the courage to speak to her friends, “You know what? Fine. Borrow whatever you want. I don’t care. You’re right. You know where my room is. Have fun.”
And just like that, Amber tried to squeeze by Chloe, bumping her off balance in the process with her hips, before she waddled out of the kitchen and outside. It felt to Amber like all eyes were instantly on her, but there was only one person she truly cared to be with, and that was Bobby. When she was him waving to her, she quickly hurried over to him, losing her breath in the process.
“Is this seat taken?” Amber gasped, still out of breath, as she pointed to Bobby’s lap. He was sitting in a circle with a few of her other friends from high school, probably doing his thing and being a good extravert.
“Nope, in fact, it’s got your name on it.” Bobby smiled, smacking his lap twice, “take a load off.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” Amber smiled, as she slowly sat her mammoth backside upon her boyfriend’s lap. She could instantly feel him getting hard, but before she could tease him about it, a loud cracking noise filled the air, and the next thing Amber knew she was on the ground, on top of Bobby.
The whole party seemed to stop and take a gander at the fat girl who’d just sat upon her boyfriend’s lap and completely destroyed the plastic yard chair he was sitting on. The commotion was considerable, and there was nothing Amber could do, but take it all in, until Bobby managed to wiggle out from under her, and help her up. She was too fat, exhausted, and helpless to do anything else.
That night, Amber did her best not to think about just how far her social status had fallen among her local friends. While she waited for Bobby to get back from the store with her sour patch kids, she took a shower, changed into some undersized stretchy pajamas, and barricaded herself in her room. When Bobby finally arrived with her candy, Amber was laying in bed, expecting him to hand her a small bag’s worth of treats, instead he brought her…
“A full case??” Amber questioned, leaning upward slightly. Her eyes widened as she looked into the case Bobby was offering her. There had to be at least 10 bags of sour patch kids in the cardboard case. Clutching her bloated stomach, Amber complained, “Bobby, this is why I’m fat.”
However, as she said those words, and echo reverberated in the back of her mind, ‘we found out she eats in her sleep, so every night when she went to bed… 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!’
Before Amber could process the intrusive thought, Bobby responded defensively, “What? You never said how much you wanted.”
“So you assumed I wanted a whole case??” Amber doubted. She was fat, but she was not THAT fat.
‘Or am I?’ Amber thought to herself, doubting her previous assumption. She couldn’t deny that she was craving the sugar rush she knew would follow eating a bag of sour patch kids.
“I don’t know, I just thought it was better to make sure you had as much as you wanted, rather than less than… what you wanted.” Bobby sighed sounding like he regretted his excessive purchase.
Rather than continue to complain, a growl from Amber’s yearning belly convinced her to just move on. So that’s exactly what she did, when she sighed, “Whatever, give me some.”
“Here you go.” Bobby chirped, tossing Amber a bag and then helping her into a seated position in bed. Once she was all situated, and had taken her first taste, he asked, “You okay?”
“No. Today, has just been… too much.” Amber muttered, enjoying her candy.
“I’m sorry babe. Is there any way I could make your day a little better?” Bobby asked in such a tone that Amber knew he was offering up his services, as he often did. When he rested his hand on her chubby thigh, Amber felt her heart start beating a little faster. Around everyone else, she felt at odds in her own skin, yet around Bobby she felt normal. Well, as close to normal as she could feel now that she’d gotten so much heavier.
Smiling, Amber took another bite and then purred with her mouth full, “I can think of a few ways.”
“I love you.” Bobby hummed, leaning in and kissing Amber right upon her chubby cheek.
Amber cleared her throat, and then replied, matching Bobby’s tone, “I love you too.”
Bobby response was slow, but sincere, after a deep breath, he sighed, “Why do you always hesitate when you say that?”
“What do you mean?” Amber echoed feeling her nerves kicking in.
“You know what I mean.” Bobby continued seeing right through Amber’s attempts to stall for time.
“I don’t know.” Amber shrugged, throwing three sour patch kids into her mouth at once.
“Why do you think?” Bobby urged, really wanting an answer.
“It’s not about you, if that’s what you’re worried about. You’re great.” Amber said trying to sooth her boyfriend’s worried expression.
“Is it about me?” Bobby questioned, now sounding concerned, “Do you not want me to accept your aunt’s job up here? You’ve been acting strange ever since I told you that.”
“No, of course I want you to accept the job. Long distance is going to suck if we have to try it.” Amber quickly burst, surprising herself with the conviction in her voice.
“Agreed.” Bobby hummed, as his hand moved from caressing Amber’s thigh to gently rubbing her belly.
“I just…” Amber began, as Bobby’s touch soothed some of her apprehension, “When I look at myself in the mirror… I don’t recognize the person looking back at me. I’m so fat now… That’s not how I see myself. I mean, I know I’m not a size four anymore, but in my head, that’s who I am, not this fat blob. I really don’t love what I see when I look in the mirror, I guess, I just don’t know how you can love me when I don’t even love myself right now.”
“When I look at you, yeah I see that you’re bigger than you used to be, but I love that.” Bobby assured her.
“I know you do, but I don’t love that. If I ever lose weight, will you still love me the way you do right now?” Amber bit the bullet and burst out loud.
“Amber, I love your body, and I love you as a person. I have my preferences, but above all else, I want you to be happy with yourself. If that means losing weight, then so be it. I’ll have to knock you up sometime to try and stop you, but we can cross that bridge when we come to it.” Bobby replied in his typical offbeat sense of humor that Amber had come to greatly appreciate.
“Haha, I hope you’re joking.” Amber laughed unable to contain a smile. Licking her fingers clean and wiping them on her pajamas, Amber rested her hand upon Bobby’s as he continued tenderly rubbing her swollen stomach.
“About what?” Bobby played dumb, promoting Amber to giggle yet again.
“Come here.” Amber urged, as she welcomed Bobby in for a snug hug. When she was nice and squished up against him, Amber whispered in his ear, without hesitating, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Bobby replied, a smile forming on his face before he quit squeezing Amber and continued, “So, do you think you might want to join me at your Aunt’s camp this summer?”
“I’ll admit… I’m… considering it. It’s not like I have any other job offers. I could get paid to get myself back in shape… Spend a lot of time with you… But, I could use some old fashion persuading though. If you know what I mean.” Amber winked flirtatiously.
“Anything you want tonight. You name it. You got it. I promise.” Bobby smiled, his hands quick to touch his girlfriend’s luscious rolls and curves.
“There actually is something that’s been on my mind.” Amber began, before abruptly silencing herself.
“What’s that?” Bobby wondered.
“I heard a rumor today, about me, from one of my former campers. It’s crazy, but I… I want to test to make sure it’s not true.” Amber blurted out.
“What’s the rumor?” Bobby questioned.
Amber pursed her lips in response. She seemed reluctant to say at first, but after a moment she came right out with it, “I want to know if I eat in my sleep.”
“Like, if you sleepwalk? To the refrigerator?” Bobby asked for clarification.
“No, like, if you put food in front of me while I’m asleep, I want to know if I’ll eat it.” Amber more clearly explained.
“Like, you want me to try feeding you food, when you’re asleep?” Bobby rephrased, as a strange look came over him.
“I know it sounds crazy, I just…” Amber began, but Bobby quickly cut her off.
“I can do that.” He hummed, seeming suddenly very enthusiastic for the idea.
“Y-you will?” Amber sought to confirm.
“Yeah, I can stay up. See if you eat in your sleep. No skin off my back.” Bobby replied suddenly trying to sound more casual than he’d been a second ago.
Smiling, Amber ignored Bobby’s change in tone, and whispered, “You’re the best. Thank you. I just need to know that it’s as crazy as it sounds.”
“I get it. But umm… before that. Is there anything else you’d like from me tonight?” Bobby sought to clarify.
“Oh yes,” Amber purred, “where do I start?”
“How about… like this?” Bobby offered with a tender, loving kiss…