Author's Note: Here you go, about 3,200 words of Queen of Cabin Nine. This means I exceeded my weekly goal by 1,500 words! Hurray productivity! Anyway, this was a very fun chapter of this story to write, I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you 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 40; Monday Night, Camp Manitowash; Day 80
Midnight was approaching and Betty lay in bed far too excited to fall asleep. Tonight was the night she could finally resume her sabotage of Amber’s formerly flawless figure. It took Stacey a full week, but finally she delivered and refilled the quantities of contraband Amber had seized and disposed of a week earlier. A few of her co-conspirators, Alison and Juanita, were actually buying Amber’s apparent change of heart brought about by her change in circumstances, but luckily, she and Jessie knew better and had managed to convince them to fork over enough money to fuel their fattening revenge for at least one more week.
Gossip around the camp seemed to always revolve around Amber, and if the war they were waging was being fought in the court of public opinion, sympathy it seemed now lay with this plumper, less intimidating, version of Amber. For some reason people were buying her excuse, that her birth control was responsible for her rapid accumulation of weight this summer. How fortunate for Amber that her weight gain was excusable, so much for:
“genetics load the gun and habits pull the trigger.”
Amber had abandoned her modo, the same way she had abruptly abandoned her harsher weight loss methods. Campers had largely quit resisting her. After months of suffering under her cruelty they were finally buying into the general weight-loss program of the camp, all because by comparison, it wasn’t as bad as what Amber had put them through before. But to be sure, it was still bad, still something worth resisting, still something worth fighting against. But, perception was subjective. Betty couldn’t control anybody else, but she had the power to ensure Amber didn’t escape the karma she had coming to her after years of making Betty’s life personably miserable every summer.
Just as Betty was about to get up from her bed and make good on her thoughts of retribution, a noise from across the cabin halted her motion. It was coming from Amber’s room. Laying still, Betty waited and listened, trying to understand what was happening. Amber was a deep sleeper. An extremely deep sleeper. She had never once remotely come close to waking up prematurely all summer. Not even to get up and go to the bathroom.
Yet here she was. Sounding like she was out of bed and moving around.
Rolling to her side and sneaking a peek, Betty could spy in the darkness that Amber was clothed in black, most likely black yoga pants, and a black tank top, and putting on her shoes.
‘Where are you going this late at night?’ Betty wondered to herself, ‘Off to visit your boyfriend or something? I’m surprised he hasn’t dumped you yet.’
Moving slowly to ensure her footsteps were quiet, the old wood of cabin nine’s floors still creaked with every step. Amber had gotten a little too heavy to be as light on her feet as she’d used to be. Nevertheless, Amber succeeded in sneaking out of the cabin, leaving Betty unsure of what to do next.
Getting out of bed, Betty’s first instinct was to follow her. So, that’s exactly what she did, after scrambling to throw on some socks and shoes.
It was hot outside, dark and surprisingly loud thanks to all the crickets. Luckily, Betty’s eyes detected movement heading in the direction of the lake, so that’s the direction Betty quickly followed. Sticking to the shadows, Betty was fast enough to see a dark figure with what looked to be a big bubbly butt, climbing into the lifeguard station.
Betty waited for a few moments, making sure her terror of a counselor wouldn’t rapidly reemerge and spot her. Then she found a spot a little closer that was safely hidden behind a tree. Poking out from the side to glance at the lifeguard station in the distance, Betty wondered if Amber was meeting someone up there. It made her angry that any boy would still be giving her the time of day after her transformation from exceptional to unexceptional this summer.
However, before she could speculate further, Amber’s plump figure emerged from the station looking like she was carrying something…
A bag…
“A trash bag…” Betty mused, quietly to herself, as her brain suddenly exploded with speculation.
‘Our contraband?? I thought Amber threw that out. What’s she doing with it still?’
As Amber climbed back down the ladder, she began hurrying off in the direction of the camp’s dumpsters. They lay on the edge of camp near the forest since raccoons and such were always trying to sneak in and eat their fill. They were not a far walk from the lake’s beach.
Careful not to let Amber lose her, but also careful not to get so close as to give herself away, Betty kept her blonde counselor in her sights. Before long, Amber chucked the bag she was carrying on top of a closed dumpster, slapped her hands against her thicker thighs, maybe trying to clean them off or something, and then proceeded to head back in the direction of cabin nine, which was the very direction Betty was located in, hiding behind yet another tree, except this one wasn’t as big as the first one she’d hidden behind.
Carefully creeping to the left to keep the trunk of the tree fully between herself and Amber as the temperamental counselor passed by, Betty held her breath during the process, feeling quite nervous about potentially getting caught. However, such fears appeared unfounded. Amber seemed more concerned with not getting caught herself than discovering that anyone might be crazy enough to be tailing her in the middle of the night.
Knowing she’d never beat Amber back to cabin nine, Betty didn’t sweat it. She knew Amber wouldn’t spare a passing glance at her bunk. Amber didn’t care about her. Not one bit.
Instead, once Amber was out of the picture, Betty snuck out from her hiding place and over toward the dumpsters. Reaching up and grabbing the bag Amber had tossed upon one of them, she wondered why Amber didn’t unlock one of the dumpsters and throw it inside. While Betty untied the bag to check its contents, she figured that perhaps Amber had been worried that opening one of the dumpsters might make too much noise or something.
Either way, Betty was more concerned with confirming her suspicions. If the bag she was holding was the bag of contraband, why did Amber wait a week to throw it away? She knew Amber didn’t report it to Pack Leader Thompson, hence it made sense to get rid of it when nobody was watching, but why wait a week?
While Betty’s brain continued to pose questions and form theories, once she untied the bag and looked inside. The truth became clear.
“Huh… I thought it felt way too light…” Betty muttered to herself, discovering that not a single morsel of contraband remained, just the trash.
That left one real question remaining.
“Where did it all go?” Betty whispered out loud, knowing in her heart that there was only one real answer to that question…
“Amber…”
“She couldn’t have…”
“Could she?”
Betty couldn’t resist smiling at the thought of her counselor’s once unquestionable self-control finally crumbling after weeks of unknowing overindulgence.
“This is too good to be true.” Betty giggled to herself. Not only had she succeeded in ruining Amber’s prized figure, but she’d also ruined Amber’s self-control, the one thing, above all else, Amber would need to eventually reclaim her formerly flawless throne.
Maybe the rumors about Amber stealing cabin nine’s contraband and feasting on it had been false at one point in time, but now they were true. Of course, Betty didn’t have hard evidence, but that knowledge in itself was its own reward. She could sabotage Amber when she was unconscious, but now, thanks to Amber’s apparent weakened resistance to such sugary temptations, maybe Betty could ensure Amber was consciously sabotaging herself too…
Betty took her time getting back to cabin nine. She wanted to give Amber plenty of time to fall into a deep sleep before she did what she was originally planning on doing tonight. It was nearing 1:30AM when Betty felt brave enough to re-enter the cabin. To her relief, everything seemed normal. Everyone was in bed, asleep. Even Amber.
Heading over to her own bed, Betty grabbed her new stash of contraband and decided to get to work. Approaching Amber, Betty looked down upon the sleeping camp counselor. It was hot enough that she hadn’t elected to cover herself with a blanket or covers. Instead, Amber just lay there clothed in nothing, but an elastic cotton bralette and a pair of granny panties pulled up over the rounded nature of her gut. With every breath that she took though, the waistband could be seen visibly straining to contain the full girth of her rapidly expanding potbelly. Once upon a time, only a tiny amount of pudge had accumulated upon Amber’s stomach, now it had grown to encompass her whole enlarged waist.
“How the mighty have fallen.” Betty hummed to herself under her breath, as she gazed lower, at Amber’s thighs. Along with her hips, and that big butt of hers, the shape of Amber, once clearly more of an hourglass, was becoming more and more bottom-heavy with each passing day. Amber’s hips were well on their way to spreading past the point most people would consider desirable. Her butt and thighs had swelled enough with fat that they each jiggled when she walked. Satisfied, Betty lifted her gaze, focusing on Amber’s arms, and then her face.
“It looks like you’re not going to miss out on chubbier arms, and a double chin.” Betty taunted her sleeping antagonist, “You’re going to have the full fat girl experience in no time.”
Sitting down on the bed, Betty noticed, with a certain sense of pride, that she didn’t sink into the mattress as much as she used to. It made sense, she’d lost about 58 pounds of fat so far this summer, more than she’d ever lost before. She weighed less now, at around 210 pounds, than she had in years. She still felt fat, but the difference was quite noticeable. A weight had been lifted from her shoulders and planted firmly on Amber’s.
With that final thought, Betty started feeding her tormentor. Just has she had done all summer prior to last week.
She fed Amber candy, and chips, empty calories, upon empty calories, and in her sleep, Amber was quite the glutton. It was like the unconscious Amber had missed her nightly nourishment or something. She was practically purring with delight, every time Betty shoved something within reach of her greedy tongue, and this was only the beginning.
“Someone’s being feisty tonight.” Betty commented unable to help herself in response to Amber’s continued unconscious enthusiasm, while she grabbed two bags of miniature chocolate donuts, “Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up nice and good. Gotta keep fattening you up.”
No sooner did those words leave Betty’s lips than a frown formed on the blonde counselor’s fuller face.
In response, Betty played along, “I’m sorry. My mistake. I’m not fattening you up. It’s that pesky birth control of yours.”
The fact that Amber’s little unconscious frown disappeared after hearing that, annoyed Betty to no end.
“I was joking. Give me a break. You might be fooling the others, but you can’t fool me. Liar. I’m responsible for your weight gain this summer. Well… Most of it. You’ve been sneaking food recently, haven’t you tubby?” Betty playfully teased, while she gazed upon the increasingly bloated look of Amber’s tummy. The plump counselor’s granny panties were really beginning to struggle to contain the full girth of her pouching belly.
Deciding to give Amber the first donut in the bag she was holding, Betty thought out loud to herself, “I would give anything to hear what the skinny b*tch you used to be from the beginning of the summer would have to say to the chubby b*tch you’ve become.”
Pausing to wipe a few crumbs from Amber’s cheek, Betty couldn’t resist using her imagination to sort of roleplay what that particular interaction might look like. If the fit and flawless version of Amber confronted the considerably plumper flawed version of herself snoozing in front of Betty.
The scene was so vivid in her brain, the look of disgust and bewilderment on the fit Amber’s face, and the look of embarrassment and shame upon her fatter counterpart upon them running into each other. Betty couldn’t resist saying the words, as she thought them, she knew the skinny version of Amber would burst out in surprise first, “You’re me? From the future? How’d you get so fat? And you better give me the truth, I don’t want to end up a fat loser like you.”
As Betty grabbed another donut and began the process of feeding Amber, she replied for the sleeping chubby girl, “Ugh! How dare you! I am not fat! You’re so rude!”
Upon feeding Amber another donut, and watching the blonde’s lips ravenously welcome the fattening treat, Betty responded for the fit version of Amber she was imagining, “Then what do you call that big blob of a belly flopping over the waistband of your tight shorts?”
“It’s… It’s just water retention!” Betty deflected like she imagined the current inflated version of Amber probably would.
Betty plopped another donut into Amber’s sleeping mouth and continued imagining the scene in her head. Skinny Amber would call fat Amber’s bluff, probably being so bold as to grab and jiggle her pot belly. Replying as fit Amber, Betty whispered, “Look, your belly doesn’t feel like water being retained, it feels like flab jiggling. Face it, you’re getting fat Amber.”
“It’s not my fault Amber!” Betty muttered in reply, as she approached the point in the scenario she’d been building too, the fat version of Amber pulling out her trump card, “It was my birth control…”
Shoving another donut down Amber’s throat, Betty wasn’t stopping to pause or think, she knew the fit and b*tchy version of Amber better than anyone, so the words she imagined next felt completely authentic, “Heeeere we go. You think birth control caused you to gain 50 pounds in two and a half months? Let me stop you right there! Birth control can be blamed for water retention but not body fat gain. Only a calorie surplus will cause someone to gain so much shameful body fat.”
Keeping the donuts coming every other sentence, Betty grabbed her second bag and didn’t stop. She imagined a fattened Amber might reply, “I haven’t been overeating!”
And then fit Amber would counter, “The scale begs to differ. Your thighs beg to differ. Your big butt begs to differ. Your waistline begs to differ. Your breasts beg to differ. Even your face begs to differ. The damage is pretty substantial, but you could still lose the weight. Your body’s not past the point of no return, yet.”
“You have to believe me! It’s not my fault I gained weight! My birth control messed with my hormones! Seriously!” The plump Amber cried like a spoiled child.
“Tsk tsk tsk.” Betty imagined fit Amber would fire back, “Taking no accountability and blaming it all on birth control. I never thought I’d see the day. You sound like one of the campers. And you’re starting to look like one too. Admit it, you’re just lazy. And making bad food choices.”
“I am not! My birth control is the only reason I’m getting bigger!” Plump Amber would proclaim.
“Hmm?” Fit Amber would hum skeptically, “Is ‘Birth control’ code for ‘overeating?’
“N-no.” The plump and embarrassed version of Amber would mutter.
“Then which birth control are you on, if you don’t mind me asking?” The fit version of Amber would confidently question. Intending to do what she always did, inflict maximum damage to force her opponent to concede. She wouldn’t give the fattened and unconfident future version of herself a chance to answer, she’d just keep on the attack. If she smelled blood in the water, the old version of Amber was like a shark, “How many calories are in birth control? None. I think I know what’s happened here. Hmm, I didn’t know overeating was birth control, but I guess in a sense… making yourself fat is great birth control. Nobody’s going to want to have sex with you if you keep fattening up like you have been this summer. As big as your breasts have gotten, they’re not growing at the same rate as that unsightly gut and butt of yours. No, no. One day, not too far from now, your thighs are going to be larger than the circumference that your waist use to be when it was still slim. Each bodacious butt cheek will be the size of a fully inflated beachball. And that gut of yours, oh that gut of yours. That gut of yours is going to be so globular and fat that it will make your modest bust increase look like they’ve imploded by comparison. Then you’ll be fat and alone forever. Well, not alone. You’ll always have food to comfort you. Fatass. Well? What do you have to say for yourself piggy?? It better not be Oink Oink!”
*Bwwwuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppp!!* The actual sleeping Amber loudly belched, after gulping down somewhere between her thirtieth or fiftieth mini donut in a row. Nearly causing Betty to have a heart attack. She thought Amber had woken up and had caught her red handed.
Taking a few moments to catch the breath that had just been scared out of her, Betty patted Amber’s swollen gut, and teased, “Don’t belch with your mouth full fatty. It’s bad manners.”
Feeling the densely packed nature of Amber’s gut, Betty muttered to herself, “I guess that will do it. Rest easy piggy. I’ll see you tomorrow, same time, same place.”
Betty was about to clean up, before she remembered the melatonin.
“You look like you couldn’t eat another bite, but then again, when have you ever refused?” Betty giggled, as she fed the sleeping Amber two melatonin gummies and cheered, “Have fun sleeping in.”