Author's Note: Hello! This update is the first 4,000 words of the final part of Amber's story. I imagine this chapter is just about halfway done. However, I plan on writing an alternate ending, an alternate part 50, with some changes after I finish this one. I've received a lot of feedback about how the story should end, and it seems to me that there are really two main groups on how it should end. So, I'll be doing this version of the ending, and then an alternate version, I hope people enjoy them both. I can give my thoughts on which one I think I think is the cannon ending at a later date. Also, I realize I am being on the wordcount last month, I will make up for that this month, and make a that post free for people to see. I'll get a lot more time to write toward the middle of this month so that's when to expect me to make up those words. In the meantime, enjoy the first half of the end of "The Queen Of Cabin Nine"
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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 50; A New Day
Eventually after Amber and Bobby had finished their fun for the night, Amber drifted off to sleep, and her exhausted mind slipped onto a past memory, rather than a simple dream. This memory was from her last day at Camp Manitowash the previous summer, nine months ago...
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In the aftermath of her humiliating public weigh-in Amber sought refuge. Sequestering herself in the counselor’s lounge with the lights off, Amber decided to lay low until the camp had emptied before she returned to cabin nine, packed her things, and headed home. She didn’t want anyone else to see her wearing high-waisted jean shorts she could no longer button, or an earthy green tank top which couldn’t even conceal the girth of her potbelly. Her worst nightmare had come to pass, everyone knew how far her formerly perfect physical form had fallen, and Amber felt numb. Numb to everything, except hunger.
As much as she didn’t want to eat anything ever again, the allure of food, the allure of comfort, called to her. The 205-pound blonde couldn’t resist its temptation forever. Sneaking out of her hiding place, cradling her rounded potbelly so she wouldn’t feel it jiggle with every step, Amber entered the kitchen attached to the counselor’s lounge and opened the fridge to inspect if there was anything there that might make her feel better.
‘Chocolate pudding?’ Amber thought to herself upon realizing it was the only sweet substance available to her right now, ‘It will have to do…’
Grabbing four containers of the stuff, Amber lumbered back to the table she’d been resting her hefty rear end at, clumsily bumping her hips into a few chairs along the way. She didn’t bother grabbing a spoon. Once she opened her first container of chocolate pudding, she used her pointer finger to scoop the stuff into her mouth. Even though it wasn’t her favorite, the chocolatey substance slowly seemed to fill the void inside of her chubby body. Her numbness was being replaced by fullness, and it felt good, better than anything Amber had felt all day.
Her body ached from the obstacle course; her ego was in ruins from her weigh-in. Four containers didn’t last long, she was coping with a LOT of humiliation, so Amber returned to the fridge for more, and more. She ended up gobbling up another eight containers of pudding before she felt temporarily satisfied. Her overindulgence was causing her gut to swell outward even further than it had earlier, but since nobody was around to judge her for it, Amber didn’t pay it much mind. Feeling better after her latest binge-eating session, Amber checked the time and decided that the camp was probably empty enough by now for her to risk returning to cabin nine to reclaim her things before heading home with what little self-esteem she still had left.
Poking her head out of the counselor’s lounge, Amber double checked that the coast was clear before squeezing herself out the door. Her walk to cabin nine was a brisk one, Camp Manitowash appeared to be a ghost town aside from some staff here and there tiding things up. Feeling a little short of breath by the time she made it back to her cabin, Amber paused and tried to peer through the windows to make sure the place was empty before she entered.
It was, so Amber quickly hurried inside to her room, collected her bags, and then high-tailed it toward the exit. She’d contemplated trying to change into more accommodating pants, but Amber honestly knew she didn’t have anything that was clean that would fit her. So, she kept the pants her gut had busted out of in front of everyone on, despite the fact that she couldn’t fasten them anymore.
Her Aunt Sandy was her ride home, so Amber trudged toward where her aunt usually parked her car. Thighs chaffing, sweaty, and out of breath by the time she hiked all the way over to the parking lot by the center of camp, Amber laid her eyes on her aunt’s car and her aunt standing beside it.
“Amber! Where have you been?” The pack leader roared with impatience in her voice, she didn’t make eye contact, her eyes just went straight to her niece’s exposed blimp of a belly conveying her disgust.
“I… I was just…” Amber began to mutter, before her aunt cut her off with a wave of her hand.
“Save it. Follow me. Right now.” Her aunt snapped heading back into the main building with the auditorium and cafeteria.
“Why?” Amber wanted to know, while she dropped off her bags by the car and followed along reluctantly.
“Your camper, Betty, lost the most weight this summer. We need a picture of you two for the…” She was about to say before Amber finished her thought for her.
“The wall of fame…” Amber realized out loud with dread. Her only hope was that this humiliating day was forgotten to time, photographic evidence of her humiliation was not something she wanted to partake in, “Do I have to?”
“Yes. You have to.” Her aunt growled.
“Why? After today I’m off payroll. I won’t work for you anymore.” Amber argued stopping her march and crossing her arms just under her swollen bust and above her bloated belly.
Turning around and pressing her pointy finger right into the middle of Amber’s softened gut, her aunt threatened, “Try getting a job without your previous boss’s recommendation. See how much luck you have, when they call me as a reference, and I tell them how uncooperative you are.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll take the stupid photo…” Amber quickly backpedaled, rationalizing to herself, ‘nobody ever looks at the stupid wall of fame anyway…’
Arriving outside her Aunt’s office a minute or so later, Amber made eye contact with Betty, who was sitting outside the office waiting, but didn’t say a word. Betty had a smug looking smile on her face, the kind of sh*t-eating grin that Amber had learned to hate over her time as Betty’s counselor.
“Amber, I’m so happy pack leader found you. My parents said they’d only wait ten more minutes before we’d have to leave.” Betty explained sounding relieved in a fake sort of way.
“That… would have been a shame.” Amber replied, picking her words carefully and probably sounding just as fake as Betty did.
“Indeed, you two wait here. I need to find my camera.” Pack leader ordered before disappearing into her office and leaving Betty and Amber face to face. Neither of them said anything right away, Amber’s eyes were locked on Betty’s. She was almost hoping that if she maintained eye contact, Betty’s eyes would not venture away to look upon the inflated state of her exposed chubby body.
“This will be your third year in a row on the wall of fame, right?” Betty asked, breaking the silence. The camper was admittedly battling some mixed feelings toward her formerly snide and overbearing camp counselor. Through her practical joke, Amber’s body had drastically changed, but so had her personality, maybe. It was still hard for Betty to tell if Amber’s improved behavior towards cabin nine’s campers was out of genuine growth or something else. Maybe even something more sinister.
“That’s right.” Amber hummed not willing to get more descriptive in her response.
“Did anyone else lose as much as I did?” Betty questioned. Stalling for time and trying to decide in her head if Amber had truly changed or not.
“I don’t think so. Pretty sure losing 67 pounds over one summer is a new record.” Amber admitted, sounding just the slightest bit… jealous?
‘She’s not really happy for me.’ Betty concluded, taking Amber’s unenthusiastic tone as evidence she was still the same old jerk despite her humbling weight gain this summer, so Betty baited Amber, bragging, “I can’t believe it. It feels so good being below 200 pounds.”
“I bet it does.” Amber replied rolling her eyes conveying even more jealousy.
“That’s right,” Betty smiled, breaking eye contact and gazing lower upon Amber’s fattened body, “You weight a little bit more than that now, dontcha?”
“Only by a few pounds…” Amber blushed with embarrassment, her chubbier arms attempted to conceal the way her gut poked out from her unbuttoned pants, but there was no hiding her girthy gut. Not now. Not after she’d filled her stomach to the max with chocolate pudding.
“Still. If you’re not careful, those extra ‘few pounds’ are going to find some friends very quickly.” Betty smiled wanting to put some fear into Amber’s mind.
“You would know.” Amber quickly lashed out, revealing her true colors yet again.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Betty tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.
“Once a fatty, always a fatty.” Amber firmly spat with disgust. Showing for the first time in a long time the judgmental and fatphobic side of herself that she’d tried to hide from the other campers.
“…And what’s that supposed to mean?” Betty questioned feeling less and less bad about how she’d sabotaged the formerly flawless fat camp counselor this summer.
“You can lose weight, even keep it off more or less for a time. The fat may come and go, but that weakness will always stay with you in your mind. Once a fatty always a fatty.” Amber spat sounding more disgusted with her camper than she did even moments before. Her own insecurity was fueling the hate she was spewing.
“If that’s true, then I guess the same goes for you now too.” Betty countered with a poke to Amber’s protruding potbelly, “Once a fatty, always a fatty. Welcome to the club. I hope you enjoy every inch of it.”
“I…” Amber muttered, her face reddening considerably with embarrassment. Her logic was being used against her; she’d sowed the seeds for her own destruction, again. It was true, she was fatter than Betty now. She got winded from short walks around camp. She couldn’t stop herself from digging into junk food every chance she got. The downfall of her flawless physique had been on full display for the whole camp for weeks. Amber couldn’t find the words to refute Betty’s accusation even though she desperately wanted to.
In Amber’s silence, Betty continued, “I guess all that lard slowed down your quick wits too. Hmhm, you can keep MY shorts by the way. I won’t be needing them anymore.”
“Y-your shorts?” Amber echoed looking down at the ill-fitting high-waisted jean shorts her doughy body was currently spilling out of in every direction with horror. The only thing she could think to herself while she drowned in even more embarrassment was, ‘These are…Betty’s shorts? I’m too fat to fit into BETTY’s SHORTS???’
“Yeah, they’re way too BIG on me now.” Betty smiled loving the humiliation on Amber’s face right now.
Too embarrassed to form her thoughts into another sentence, Amber just locked eyes with Betty one last time, and conveyed how much she despised her in complete silence. Moments later, Pack leader emerged from the office with a camera and immortalized the moment in the form of a photograph for years to come. Just like that, the fall of her figure would never be forgotten…
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“Buurrp!” Amber belched unconsciously, as Bobby fed her sleeping fattened form yet another slice of cold pizza.
“I can’t believe it…” Bobby couldn’t help, but smile, as he watched his unconscious girlfriend gobble up everything he put in front of her. A couple of orgasms had lulled his big and beautiful girlfriend into a deep sleep and now she was eating more ravenously than he had ever seen from her before. She looked stuffed beyond belief, yet it was like she wanted more.
Upon her chubby face was a joyful smile, her body looked positively inflated to its maximum capacity, her belly bloated outward like a blimp, her arms and legs looked thick and girthy, too heavy for Amber to easily move. Laying completely still, she looked like she might just explode if she ate another bite. So, leaning closer to his girlfriend, Bobby whispered, “Have you had enough? Or do you want some more?”
“MMMmmmmph!” Amber unconsciously moaned, as if a part of her, the gluttonous part of her, understood him.
“God you are insatiable. No wonder you’re getting so big.” Bobby couldn’t help but laugh as he picked up a cookie and brought it to his lover’s lips. While he fed Amber some more, his other hand traced the thick flabby pouch of lower belly fat that overhung the waistband of her severely strained underwear. Her engorged belly, soft and stuffed, was everything Bobby had ever fantasized about. As the feeding continued, he couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities this discovery created.
‘I could get her to gain 100 pounds in no time.’ Bobby figured, as his fantasies ran wild, ‘I could make her fat… forever.’
Bobby toyed with this idea for a few minutes, as he nourished Amber with another slice of pizza followed by two more cookies leftover from the graduation party. Bobby’s fascination continued, ‘She’s not slowing down. She could really eat like this all night… every night… She can’t help herself!’
There was nothing Bobby wanted more than to live such a fantasy, where he helped Amber on her way to more expansive levels of obesity, but Amber wasn’t just some piece of meat, some perfect figment of his imagination. Even though he would love nothing more than for Amber to grow to her fullest potential, that’s not what Amber wanted. Not yet anyway. As Amber moaned, yet again signifying her unconscious enjoyment of her overconsumption, Bobby stopped feeding her. His fascination shifting slightly to concern, ‘She can’t help herself…’
‘Better to not force it.’ Bobby concluded, as his hands began to sink into his girlfriend’s luscious curves with appreciation.
“I think this belly’s grown big enough for one night.” Bobby decided with a kiss to his lover’s swollen gut. To his lips, the straining skin of her expansive waistline felt warm, and heavy. He’d really packed a lot of food down Amber’s throat during this experiment. Probably too much. He was curious how she’d react in the morning when he told her.
He figured it was best to break the news to her gently…
A couple of hours later, Amber groggily awoke to the smell of breakfast in bed. With her eyes closed, she quickly came to realize an immense weight was resting upon her stomach, anchoring her upon the bed. Assuming it was Bobby, Amber groaned, “Mhh… Get off me…”
“I’m not on you.” Came Bobby’s quick response, prompting Amber to open her eyes, remove her covers, and focus on the inflated state of her gut. It had practically expanded like an overinflated beachball!
That foreign feeling, that unusual weight, was all her… Grasping her belly with both hands, Amber couldn’t believe the size of it. She was never this swollen first thing in the morning. Amber struggled to sit up, her pajama shirt riding up as her belly developed into one thick blob of stubborn fat, revealing her toneless and pale fat paunch even more. However, sitting up all the way took more effort than Amber was able to produce, so after grunting her way halfway into a seated position, her bulbous belly won out and forced her back onto her back.
“The next time I go to bed without stuffing myself silly, I’ll consider it a f*cking achievement…” Amber lamented, while cradling her fat belly and catching her breath, “I feel sooo fat.”
“Umm…” Bobby muttered, not exactly sure what to say. The sight of Amber struggling thanks to her excessive weight never failed to turn him on.
“I bet you’re enjoying ‘this.’ Seeing me so stuffed.” Amber accused, jiggling her belly for emphasis. This little sign of playfulness eased Bobby’s worries somewhat. Whenever she smiled that perfect chubby smile, he always felt better.
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.” Bobby admitted, picking up a plate of pancakes, from Amber’s bedside table, and drawing Amber’s eyes toward it.
“You made me breakfast?” Amber questioned sounding like she was contemplating something.
“I did.” Bobby nodded, as Amber rolled to her side and used her arms to slowly heave herself into a seated position leaning her back against the wall while in bed.
“So, what did you do?” Amber wanted to know. Bobby loved spoiling her, but she knew him well enough that she knew he only made her chocolate chip pancakes when he was worried about something.
As Bobby handed Amber her plate of pancakes, and she rested the plate on her belly like a shelf, he slowly explained, “Well, last night…”
“Last night was great.” Amber assured him, “Although I had the strangest dream… More of a memory really.”
“I’m not talking about what we did before you fell asleep. I want to talk about what happened after that.” Bobby revealed, as Amber’s groggy brain finally caught up.
“Did I eat in my sleep??” Amber blurted before seemingly freezing.
Bobby froze as well. The truth was what Amber deserved, but if she knew the truth… Would she ever let him feed her again in her sleep? It had been such a thrilling experience, but in the end, Bobby decided, ‘No. She deserves the truth.’
Letting out a deep breath, Bobby confessed, “You ate everything I put in front of you. Completely unconsciously. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“You’re lying.” Amber replied looking unable to believe him.
“I’m being 100% honest.” Bobby promised, leaning over and gently bracing the sides of Amber’s expansively bloated belly for emphasis, “How do you think this belly got so big overnight?”
“How much did I eat?” Amber muttered sounding horrified.
“Everything I put in front of you.” Bobby responded a bit too vague for Amber’s liking.
“How much did you put in front of me??” Amber snapped, leaving her plate balancing on her gut unattended, as her hands roamed lower to touch Bobby’s while he caressed her belly.
“Too much. I kinda got carried away.” Bobby admitted sounding regretful.
“Of course you did…” Amber sighed, sending him a look that conveyed how unimpressed she was with him.
“I’m sorry.” Bobby managed to reply a little weakly.
“It’s okay.” Amber quickly assured him, “The important thing is now I know the truth. I can’t believe it, it’s crazy, but I mean I think I know the truth.”
“You eat in your sleep?” Bobby questioned just trying to make sure he was on the same page as Amber.
“My campers fattened me up last summer! That crp I overhead at Dairy Queen was fcking true!” Amber burst sounding exacerbated.
“Oh right.” Bobby gulped recalling the information Amber had conveyed to him the previous day.
“Those little devils… This is all their fault…” Amber growled shaking her head, which produced a jiggle throughout her fat body, prompting her to part ways with Bobby’s hands, and brace the plate of pancakes she was balancing on her stomach. As her eyes focused on the delicious treat in front of her, Amber used the for to quickly take a big bite of her breakfast before continuing, “I am so pissed.”
“You should be. I would be too. That’s insane. Diabolical.” Bobby muttered in support.
“The worst part is…” Amber paused to take another bite of her pancakes. She continued talking with her mouth full, “I can’t even get revenge. They got away with it. They won. They turned me into a fat loser. Just like them.”
“You are not a fat loser. And seeking revenge isn’t healthy.” Bobby assured her, “Sometimes the best revenge is living well. Or living well is the best revenge. Something like that. Do you know what I mean?”
“No, what do you mean?” Amber pouted, taking in more chocolate chip pancakes.
“They wronged you, but you can stick it to them by living your life like what they did to you didn’t matter.” Bobby expressed with conviction, shifting his hands to Amber’s generously soft and wide hips, squeezing into them with lust and love.
“It did matter, look at me. They ruined my body!” Amber complained, flailing her arms and nearly causing the plate resting on her belly to wobble off. Luckily she was able to stabilize it before that happened.
“I wouldn’t say that.” Bobby shook his head in earnest disagreement.
Rolling her eyes, Amber sighed, “I guess you think they improved it, huh?”
“Well…” Bobby shrugged, swaying away from eye contact.
“Don’t lie.” Amber urged him.
Taking in and letting out a deep breath, Bobby replied, “I don’t think we ever would have gotten together if they didn’t do what they did. So, I mean, I guess I’m grateful. A little bit. In some kind of way. I mean, without them I could of missed out on the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
The sincerity in Bobby’s voice tugged at Amber’s heartstrings. So much so, the only thing she could mutter was a weak, “Stop it. You don’t mean that.”
“It’s true.” Bobby urged, rising from the floor, removing the plate from Amber’s belly, and giving her a big kiss.
“Aww!” Amber cooed, as Bobby’s affection soothed the sting of her unpleasant discovery. Once they parted from their sweet embrace, Amber added, “You’re right. I’ll get my revenge by living well. I’ll see if Aunt Sandy will give me a job, that way we can share the summer, plan out what we want to do with our lives, and I can start getting back in better shape.”
“Perfect.” Bobby nodded, trying his best to be supportive and not convey disappointment he could feel building beneath the surface.
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After Amber finished her breakfast, the two of them started to get ready to visit Camp Manitowash to take Amber’s Aunt up on her job offers. There was just one problem, Amber didn’t have many athletic summer clothes that truly fit her anymore. So, she needed to borrow, once again, from her mother’s closet. The only option from her mother’s wardrobe was a pink tank top, and a pair of pink short shorts. It was an outfit that was a gift from Aunt Sandy, and something Amber’s mother had never worn. So, Amber helped herself to it.
The tank top did the job of fully enveloping her massively round protruding pot-belly, but the size and girth of her midsection was still painfully obvious to anyone who might look at her. The shorts didn’t fit as well, it was possible Amber’s hips and butt were larger than her mother’s, but Amber wasn’t willing to entertain such an idea. Her defense was this:
“My mom never wore these, that’s why they’re so tight. I’m not fatter than my mom!”
So, Bobby dropped the issue and went about his business until Amber was ready for him to take her to the camp. The drive to the camp was a quiet one, mostly. Amber was anxious about returning to the site of her most humiliating experiences, but she managed to maintain some level of composure. Bobby for his part was less focused on Amber pouting, and more focused on the way her breasts bounced every time they hit a bump on the long windy road into camp.
“Park by the main building.” Amber instructed, seeming like she was trying to lean back and sink further into the passenger seat.
A couple people had turned to look at the car arriving, but they had not passed any crowds of campers yet.
“Over there?” Bobby pointed, as Amber rolled her eyes.
“By the main building, yes.” She hummed clearly letting her nerves impact her mood. Her heart was beating faster. She hadn’t taken a single foot out of the car and she was already feeling short of breath.
“I wasn’t sure if that was the main building.” He replied in his defense.
“It’s obvious. It’s the biggest one.” Amber countered, as Bobby pulled up, found a parking spot, and parked the car.
“Well, doesn’t matter now. We’re here. Lead the way.” Bobby replied, as Amber nodded, took a deep breath, opened the car door and took her first step upon Camp Manitowash in just over nine months.