Author's Note: At long last, The Queen of Cabin Nine returns! I know this was a popular one, people have been requesting it ever since the story went on hiatus. Well, now it's back, and I'm not abandoning it until it's finally finished. This part was about 3,500 words in total, a little less than 4,000 but I think this month I've gone over 4,000 a couple weeks so I think this should be good. For the month of February, I am looking ahead at my schedule and I can see that I have stuff planned for most Sundays, so that's a problem. I think it would be best for me in February to move my posting day to Fridays instead of Sundays. So the next update to The Queen of Cabin 9 should be on February second. Not Sunday the fourth.
Thanks again for all the support! Feedback is appreciated.
-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 37; Sunday Afternoon, Camp Manitowash; Day 72
Cabin nine stood at attention, in an uneasy silence, while Amber slowly paced back and forth, her hair thrown into an uncharacteristically messy ponytail and her hands behind her back, trying to make sense of the results of her surprise raid. The irritated blonde looked positively plump in her pair of high-waisted grey joggers and undersized yellow crop-top . The counselor’s gut, butt, hips, and thighs had expanded to the point that they nearly rivaled some of her campers in size.
The increasing lack of contrast between the captive fat-campers and their overbearing counselor certainly seemed to diminish Amber’s previously unquestionable aura of authority, but in times like this, when it was obvious the bloated blonde was about to blow her gasket, Amber’s rotten temper still commanded enough respect to make her sheep fall in line. Despite numerous counselors, and Pack Leader Thompson, searching every inch of cabin nine, not a single piece of contraband was found. Not so much as a single fun sized snickers bar or Cheeto bag. Things didn’t add up, and Amber wasn’t happy about it.
“Less than half of you lost any weight this past week. We’ve gone from first to second… to third in the cabin rankings.” Amber began, as she continued to pace, not bothering to look her campers in the eye just yet, she was too disappointed in them, “I know we didn’t find any contraband in cabin nine, but I know most of you are sneaking junk food one way or another. The evidence is the inches on your waistlines that aren’t going away. That might not be sufficient evidence for Pack Leader to take drastic measures, but it’s enough for me. It’s going to take a miracle for this cabin to get back into contention for cabin of the year.”
While Amber finished her thought, she turned to pace in the other direction, but her mind wasn’t paying attention to spatial awareness, so thanks to her widened hips, she accidentally bumped into an unsuspecting camper standing next to her.
“Oof.” Jessie muttered under her breath, as Amber’s softened hip pressed into her gut and knocked her slightly off balance.
“Watch where you’re standing Cooper, I’m walking here.” Amber replied not taking accountability for her mistake.
This prompted a muffled response from the victimized camper that Amber couldn’t quite make out.
“What was that? Care to share with the group Cooper?” Amber questioned firmly planting her feet in front of the larger camper and pressing a finger right into the center of her gut.
“I said,” Jessie began, “You’re the only person in cabin nine who cares about the stupid cabin rankings!”
“You should all care about the cabin rankings!” Amber snapped back instinctively.
“Why?” Jessie fired back with some sass in her voice.
“Because I’m your counselor and I said so! Don’t forget why your parents sent you here! All of you lack self-control, that’s why I’m in charge of whipping you into shape!” Amber roared without hesitation.
However, this belligerent statement caused Juanita, who was obscured from Amber’s view by her fellow campers to burst out insubordinately, “Why should I take orders from a mean b*tch who’s ass is fatter than mine!”
“Ugh!” Amber gasped. Her hands rushed to her enlarged rear end as if to try and subconsciously conceal its size, while a wave of similar shocked expressions overcame the now fearful campers standing before her. Unable to stop herself from blushing with embarrassment, Amber snarled in retaliation, “Who said that!?”
But her question was only met with silence and stares. All eyes seemed to dip from Amber’s face to her rounded gut and thickened butt.
‘Everyone is staring at my big belly… and my fat ass…’ Amber realized with a quick thought. She knew they were looking at the sorry state of her figure’s fitness and questioning her credibility as a weight loss counselor. Her cheeks burned ever brighter and in trying to find the correct step forward, she closed her eyes, held her breath, and tried to think as fast as she could.
No matter how hard she tried, it seemed like she couldn’t shame this batch of fat campers into getting with the program. So, maybe if shame wasn’t working, sympathy would. Letting out the air she’d been nervously holding inside of her, Amber decided to go ahead with a little rehearsed speech she’d been planning as a contingency for almost a week now.
She struck a sincere, yet vulnerable tone, and let loose, “I want to take a moment to address a… situation. This… situation has become a talking point among those in this cabin and among those in our camp community at large over the last few weeks. And… It centers around my… weight.”
Amber paused, taking a big gulp, for dramatic effect, plopped both her hands upon her newfound belly, and continued, “The truth is… I’ve gained weight this summer. A lot of weight. I’m sure you’ve all noticed… I’m even overweight according to a doctor’s chart…”
Though what she was saying was more or less rehearsed, the embarrassment she felt owning up to her increase in weight in front of so many people was much more difficult to push through than she’d anticipated. Yet, she had no choice but to keep going. The cat was out of the bag. Her Aunt knew, her sister knew, her coworkers knew, her campers knew, even Aaron knew her perfect figure was no more. Using her unfortunate situation to her advantage in this moment was the least she could do.
“But I’m not pregnant!” Amber emphasized, getting her mind back on track, “I haven’t been chowing down on confiscated contraband. I haven’t been cursed by a voodoo doll… I’ve been at the doctor’s office these last three Saturday’s getting tests done, and I’ve learned my birth control is responsible for my… increase in weight. Thought it might have been a problem with my thyroid, but we ruled that out.”
Looking upon her campers to see how they were buying her sob story, Amber noticed a lot of skepticism on their pudgy faces, so she pointed out the obvious, “I see the doubt on your faces. I’m not making excuses. I’m sharing a matter of fact. Look. I’ve never been overweight before. This is new territory for me, and honestly, I’m terrified. According to my doctor… I’ll keep putting on more weight as I transition to a new birth control prescription because my hormones are out of whack. It’s also why my tempter’s been… worse than usual.”
A few murmurs erupted from her onlookers, but Amber let them chatter and just kept pressing on, “In my brain, I know that my weight doesn’t determine my self-worth as a person or as your counselor… I know that I am much more than a number on a scale, but honestly… These past few weeks have been so hard… I feel like I’ve lost control of my body… my life… I’m supposed to be a role model, and now I’m almost the same weight as some of you. I feel like a big fat failure, even though I know it’s not my fault! If you’ve ever felt remotely similar to how I’m feeling now, I want you to listen to me right now. I want all of you to reach your weight loss goals by summer’s end. Not because it will reflect well on me, but because I owe it to all of you. You all deserve to make your parents proud. You all deserve to have something positive to show for all your time spent here. Something positive to feel good about. I know we haven’t really been doing too well in that regard these last few weeks… as a cabin. So… Please meet me halfway. Give me a second chance. A fresh start. Listen to my advice. Quit resisting my methods, and I promise I’ll meet you halfway too.”
“Are you serious?” Alison questioned once it seemed that Amber had finished saying her piece.
“Yes.” Amber affirmed looking over her crowd and seeing looks of honest contemplation on the faces of her chubby campers. Her speech seemed to be working.
“Then stop punishing us with exercise! The only time I actually hate working out is when you force us to!” Jessie spat, as other girls grumbled similar grievances in agreement.
“Okay. You all still need to exercise regularly, but fine. It doesn’t have to be a punishment anymore. Done. What else?” Amber compromised. She was willing to barter away some of her more extreme methods if it meant people started falling back in line and quit fighting her every step of the way.
“Can we do something fun? Every day.” Juanita inquired tentatively.
“Sure.” Amber nodded, noticing more people coming around.
“And longer water breaks!” Alison piped.
“Deal.” Amber smiled in response, while pointing in Alison’s direction.
“No more fat shaming. No more mean insults when we are trying to exercise.” Betty burst sounding like she was about the only one that hadn’t softened her skepticism.
“I was just trying to motivate you guys.” Amber muttered in her defense before relenting, “But… I see now that I was… too enthusiastic. You guys need positive motivation during calisthenics, not… insults. I’ll be better going forward. And is it fair for me to expect you all to be better going forward too?”
Her question was met with silence.
“Am I being unreasonable?” Amber added, as her onlookers began shaking their heads.
“Alright then.” Amber replied turning, waving, and muttering, “dismissed.”
Then she hurried her big butt back to her room at the head of the cabin. And that appeared to be that.
“What the hell just happened? Where did all that come from?” Juanita muttered, approaching her friends.
“I don’t know, but if she wants us to feel sorry for her, she’s got another thing coming.” Betty doubted.
“D*amn right.” Jessie agreed.
“I don’t know guys. For once Amber seemed… human. She’s gained a lot of weight this summer, maybe she’s gained a little empathy along with all that fat?” Alison softly countered, “If this means Amber’s reign of terror is over maybe we should quit messing with her. I didn’t know she was having issues with her birth control.”
“That’s because she’s making it up. We know why she’s getting fat. It’s not her birth control. That’s just her excuse.” Betty butted in.
“But, if she’s being genuine about treating us better, I agree with Alison. Mission accomplished.” Juanita nodded along with what Alison was saying.
“No. People like Amber don’t change on the flip of a coin like this. She’s just trying to use her weight gain to manipulate us into feeling sorry for her!” Betty declared, “You can let her fool you, if that’s what you want, but I’m not going to give up because of one pretty little speech.”
“Me either.” Jessie affirmed in solidarity with Betty.
“Fine, let’s wait and see if she keeps her word. We can revisit the issue in a week. Then we can vote on it.” Juanita suggested before adding, “I don’t really care if she’s changed, or if she’s lying about her birth control. So long as she keeps her word about treating us better. That’s all that really matters to me.”
“Same.” Alison hummed.
“Fine. That sounds fair.” Jessie muttered.
“Whatever.” Betty grumbled crossing her arms, “You know where I stand. If I’m out voted. So be it.”
“Good. Now that that’s settled, can we talk about the raid? Betty, what did you do with all the contraband? Flush it down the toilets or something?” Juanita asked wanting to know, but before Betty could respond, a familiar voice echoed over everyone else’s…
“Betty! Mind if I have a word?” Amber called out, motioning with her finger for Betty to join her over by her bed.
“Sure.” Betty sighed, as she left the safety and comfort of her friends and entered the lion’s den with Amber. Once they were alone, Amber just turned and stared at Betty silently.
Betty could tell just from her ‘gotcha’ posture that the plumped-up tyrant had probably just discovered where Betty had so quickly stashed everyone’s contraband prior to the raid. The continuing silence prompted Betty to ask defensively, “What’s up?”
“Why were you in the cabin, instead of the cafeteria with everyone else, when we started the raid?” Amber asked in an accusatory fashion while she studied Betty’s face for any sign of discomfort.
“I like to use the bathroom when nobody’s around. I already told you that.” Betty replied, as she unconsciously crossed her arms, and then relaxed her posture trying not to assume too defensive of a stance. In response either knowingly or unknowingly, Amber mimicked her posture. Putting Betty ill at ease.
“Yeah. I guess I did already know that. Silly me.” Amber ended her sentence with a fake giggle clearly trying to catch Betty in a lie. However, when she opened her mouth again, her tone changed, so much so that it caught Betty off guard, “I feel I owe you… an apology. I’ve suspected you were involved with this cabin’s contraband problem for a while now, and… It’s clear that I was totally wrong.”
Confused with Amber’s approach, Betty still figured it was some kind of ruse. Amber hated her. Betty knew that more than anything. She was lying too her face right now. If Amber was saying she thought Betty was innocent, then she really thought she was guilty. Deciding to try and play some mind games of her own with the blonde, Betty gave her a response she knew she would be expecting, “I mean, you’re not completely wrong.”
“Hmm?” Amber hummed; her curiosity clearly piqued.
“I did seek out contraband around the start of the summer. I asked an old friend to buy some for me, but she refused. In doing so she kinda read me the riot act, and I realized I was only sabotaging myself. I’m not going to lie; I hate this camp. I hate coming here every year, but she made me see that part of my suffering was my fault.” Betty partially lied convincingly to her torturer’s face.
“Huh, who did you ask?” Amber inquired, appearing to buy Betty’s half-truth.
“Sally. It was stupid. She could have reported me. I guess you could now too.” Betty revealed playing the part of the broken camper quite well.
“I’m not going to report you. Heck, you’re the only reason cabin nine probably isn’t ranked fifth instead of third. You keep on losing weight, and I’ll keep your little secret. You can trust me.” Amber appeared to promise sweetly.
‘Does she even realize she just freaking blackmailed me??’ Betty wondered, while trying to maintain the appearance of compliance, and nodding her head.
Taking Betty’s silence as acquiescence, Amber continued, “Since we’ve got a little circle of trust going on now, do you know who’s supplying all the other campers with contraband? And where all that contraband might be stashed?” Amber questioned, wanting to see if she could get anything else out of Betty.
“I don’t know. I don’t wanna know. But even if I did know, I’m not a rat.” Betty firmly gave her answer.
“Of course not.” Amber nodded appearing to respect Betty’s stance, before sounding a bit patronizing as she repeated, “Of course not.”
Amber said this, all while judgmentally thinking, ‘You’d be more like a fat guinea pig.’
“But do you want my opinion?” Betty offered.
“Sure.” Amber nodded.
“As long as there is demand for it, campers will find suppliers for contraband.” Betty explained, “That’s always going to happen if this place bans certain foods.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” Amber hummed, clearly not really listening, “Just one more question.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” Betty wondered, as Amber turned around, and lifted the covers off her bed, and then stepped aside to reveal someone had cut a gash into the side of her mattress and stuffed copious amounts of junk inside of it among the cushion and springs.
“Which one of you fat brats in this cabin tried to frame me today?” Amber spat with disgust in her voice.
“I… I’ve got no idea.” Betty muttered trying to keep her cool.
“It had to be somebody pretty smart. I mean, if Pack Leader had searched by bed, it would have been my word against my campers. Seems like somebody was trying to bank on those rumors about me confiscating contraband and hording it for myself to get me in trouble. And… you were the only one in the cabin before it was raided. You had the opportunity to do this, didn’t you?” Amber accused with a firm poke to Betty’s belly.
“You weren’t here yesterday. Anyone could have done it. Everyone had the opportunity to try and frame you when you were away. I’m losing weight this summer. I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. You are always so quick to blame me for everything, but you don’t have any proof I did anything wrong!” Betty shot back, throwing Amber’s accusatory tone right back into her face.
Stunned into silence for a moment, Amber considered the merits of Betty’s points, before disregarding them and replying, “You’re right. I guess it could have been anybody. And I don’t have any proof it was you. But I know you did this Betty. It’s always you. So, I’m warning you, step out of line again and you’ll regret it. You’re playing with fire.”
“Noted. Great pep talk. Am I free to go?” Betty muttered sensing Amber had played all her cards for now.
“You’re dismissed.” Amber scoffed, feeling like Betty had gotten her message. She knew Betty would slip up eventually. And when she did, Amber planned on being there.
Once Betty retreated, Amber turned to the massive pile of contraband she’d discovered and pondered exactly what to do with it all. If she reported it to Pack Leader, there was a chance her Aunt wouldn’t believe the truth, that one of her campers had planted it all there to frame her. Part of Amber wanted to recant on the promises she’d made to her campers and force them to endure a grueling workout for the ages as punishment, but she thought better of it for now.
She considered the option of using the massive pile of contraband stuffed into her mattress as leverage. She could use the junk as a reward for anyone willing to out the person or person’s smuggling the stuff into the cabin and spoiling her chances of winning cabin of the year. But such a course of action would certainly be frowned upon by her Aunt.
That just left one thing to do with all of the junk. Throw it all away. What better way to punish her campers now that she’d sworn off making them exercise? Once she snatched every single last bit of junk from inside her mattress, she’d throw everything into a bag, march her campers down to the dumpster, and make them watch as she trashed their contraband.
So, Amber grabbed a trash bag, and started the long process of removing all the candy, chips, and other foodstuffs from the inside of her mattress. It was a longer process than she anticipated and having to stand hunched over for so long in the heat of cabin nine made it an exhausting one. It was a little while into her endeavor, that Amber felt her stomach begin to rumble. For some reason, everything she was pulling out from under her bed looked incredibly appetizing, even stuff she never ate, like poptarts, and candy bars.
Sparing a glance toward the other side of the cabin, Amber could tell the place was now empty. As her hungry continued to eat away at her, a greedy thought immerged from the depths of her mind, one that proved far too tempting for the overinflated counselor to resist, ‘Since I’m going to throw it all out anyway… What difference does it make if I have a little bite of something just to take the edge off? Nobody’s around. Nobody will know. Nobody’s going to find out. Just one little bite.’
And just like that, Amber ripped open a poptart and took a hearty bite. The taste was heavenly. As she chewed, her whole body seemed to savor the flavor, producing a little tingle on the back of her neck. When she swallowed it, another devilishly irresistible thought entered Amber’s mind, ‘Mhh! That was good! Another bite wouldn’t hurt…’