Author's Note: This part of Queen of Cabin Nine is a little over 2,000 words. Things at Camp Manitowash are winding down, but Amber's got plenty more story ahead of her, don't worry about that. It's too late for me to finish another part of this story or "The Double Date" so I'll work on getting another update out sometime Saturday night. It will be at least 2,000 words so I hit my weekly word count quota.
Feedback as always is appreciated! Have a great night! 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 41; Wednesday, Camp Manitowash; Day 96
“Alright, that’s it! We’re done! Let’s pack it in girls! We gotta head back to the cabin and get ready for dinner!” Amber called out from the dock in a loud, but tame, sounding tone.
The Queen of cabin nine was wearing what she typically wore recently, an orange Camp Manitowish baseball cap to keep the sun out of her eyes, an extra large orange t-shirt that concealed the ballooning girth of her waist, but not the extra swollen volume of her chest, and a pair of larger khaki short-shorts that seemed to be straining against her thickened thighs and fit her widened hips and mammoth ass so tightly she permanently sported a wedgie for all to see. Her blonde ponytail was poking out the back of her cap, her fuller face appeared pale since she’d smothered it with so much sunscreen, and her thighs appeared chaffed where they now constantly rubbed together.
One would be hard-pressed to mistake this chubby version of Amber standing among them for the flawless specimen she’d been only a few months ago. Her formerly lean body was now covered head to toe by a soft layer of cushy fat. There was no hiding it anymore.
While the other cabins were off on the obstacle course practicing for the Olympic styled cabin competition Pack Leader typically scheduled for the final day of the summer camp, Amber had let her girls skip out on the grueling exercise in favor of something far more fun, a cannonball splash contest. This decision wasn’t made out of the kindness of Amber’s heart, she simply didn’t want to hang around Aaron in her current fattened up condition, but her campers didn’t know that. To them, this was just the latest example of Amber easing up on them.
Over the last two weeks, the campers of cabin nine had developed a certain fondness for this plumper and laxer version of Amber Cullins. They were allowed to sleep in, because no matter how hard she tried, Amber’s alarms never woke her up anymore. Their multi-mile hikes had drastically shortened, probably because Amber’s increasingly out of shape figure couldn’t haul her heavier body as far as it had once been able too. Amber still routinely made a stink of confiscating contraband, but these little gestures seemed to everyone like they were just for show, an obligation that Amber had to perform to maintain the pretense that she still cared about her job.
However, it was obvious to almost every single one of her campers that Amber Cullin’s had officially checked out this summer. The formerly snide and overbearing camp counselor had simply given up her quest to force her campers to lose weight by any means necessary, and was simply counting down the days, like the rest of them, to the end of the summer, when they could all be finally free of Camp Manitowash.
Only four days remained before the campers would head home, and the counselors would be free to return to the real world. No longer would campers have to look over their shoulder when sneaking a piece of candy here and there, and no longer would Amber have to endure the humiliation of continuing to pack on pound after pound faster than her campers were losing them.
“Amber! Just one more try! Please! I can beat Jessie! I swear!” A voice pleaded, sounding desperate after failing to secure enough votes to win the splash contest during her last attempt.
Turning her gaze toward the sound, Amber spotted it was none other than Alison who was complaining, “I said we gotta go. People need showers. Cooper wins.”
‘Big surprise. Not. Jessie’s the fattest one of the lot. The fattest camper always wins stuff like this.’ Amber judgmentally thought to herself, while she tried to maintain her fake enthusiasm.
“Haha! Take that Alison! You lose!” Jessie cheered, as she received applause and a few jeers from her fellow cabinmates.
However, just then, another voice, Betty’s, rang out above the rest, “Amber how about you show us how it’s done?? This contest was your idea, don’t you wanna give it a shot?”
“I would, but I’m not wearing a bathing suit. So…” Amber replied, trying to craft an excuse for herself not to participate, while maintaining her fake smile. She didn’t enjoy pretending to be friends with everybody, the last thing she wanted to do was join in and risk getting confused for a camper again by any camp staff who could conceivably pass by.
“Oh come on! You don’t need one! Jump Amber!” Juanita goaded their reluctant counselor.
“No Juanita. I don’t wanna get my hair wet…” Amber muttered, as she was quickly running out of excuses. It was such a hot day it was probably obvious to anyone looking at her that she’d sweated through her shirt hours ago.
“Jump! Jump! Jump!” Her campers began to cheer in unison, starting slow and building up speed as they went.
There was no denying them when they got like this. Amber knew at this point they wouldn’t listen to reason. Back before she’d lost her authority over them, she could have just snapped her fingers and gotten them to settle down out of fear, but not anymore. They didn’t fear her. At best, they pitied her. Each and every one of them knew what it felt like to lose control of their weight. Unfortunately, pity wasn’t going to settle them down right now.
Against her better judgment, Amber rested her clipboard on the dock, conveying her intention to give in to the pressure her campers were putting on her. She felt like a circus monkey, but she didn’t see another alternative. After taking a deep breath, and failing to dislodge her wedgie, Amber burst into a mad dash toward the edge of the dock so she could jump into the lake with full force. Her sprint was slow and uncoordinated, each step she took looked unsteady, almost like the weight of her momentum was causing her to lean a little more forward than she should have been.
Rather than wipe out, Amber managed to correct her posture mid-stride, just in time as she reached the edge of the dock. Looking like she was breathing a little heavily, Amber pushed off from the edge as far and as high as she could. Then, she forced her thick legs and arms into the cannonball pose, straining her already overly tight shorts. She realized too late that they felt about ready to snap, but since Amber had already committed to her cannonball, there was nothing she could do.
Right before her big butt hit the water, right across the center seam that was giving her such a wedgie, her pants ripped apart. Her only saving grace was that the sound of her shorts tearing was overshadowed less than a second later, by the sound of the splash her inflated backside made once it came into contact with the surface of the water.
Underwater, Amber grasped at her ass, and internally cursed her perpetual bad luck. She should have known better than to partake in a game she designed for campers. Amber prayed that none of them had noticed her little wardrobe malfunction just now. The murky water would conceal her problem now that her lower body was deep underwater, but there was no telling how closely her campers had been watching her when she’d done her cannonball. Rising to the surface for some air that she desperately needed, all Amber heard when her head poked above water was a sea of excited cheers.
‘Cheers are better than laughter… maybe nobody noticed I just split my shorts down the middle…’ Amber thought to herself, as she looked around with a timid expression on her face.
“That was amazing!” Junita gushed, “ten out of ten!”
“Bigger splash than Jessie’s by far!” Alison giggled.
“It was not!” Jessie argued, “My splash went way higher and farther!”
“How would you know? You didn’t see your splash!” Alison countered.
“She’s biased.” Betty shook her head in response to her friends’ bickering, “Show of hands, who thinks Amber’s the winner of the cannonball splash contest??”
Amber’s jaw dropped, as one by one, each and every one of her campers raised their hand in unanimous agreement. Well, nearly unanimous. Jessie refused to join in, but that was hardly a consolation.
‘They’ve got to be kidding… I hope they’re kidding…’ Amber thought to herself, as she began to blush fiercely.
On the surface, winning something was a complement, but only the heaviest people win splash contests, and Amber couldn’t believe she was heavier than all of her campers. Sure, she hadn’t weighed herself in a while, and her campers had lost a lot of weight, but there was no way she was the heaviest girl in cabin nine. It was impossible.
‘Maybe I’m not the heaviest… Maybe I’ve just got the fattest ass…’ Amber involuntarily thought to herself, causing her cheeks to burn even brighter with embarrassment.
“Looks like you got some sun today.” Alison pointed out, as she jokingly splashed some water onto Amber’s face. It was then the counselor realized she’d lost her hat somewhere in the water after her cannonball.
“Quit fooling around guys. You don’t really think I won right?” Amber questioned, as she wiped some water from her face.
“You won.” Alison chirped.
“By a country mile.” Betty added, “We should have filmed it.”
“Very impressive.” Juanita hummed, as other campers voiced similar opinions, all except one.
“Nobody thinks you won, everybody’s just jealous I won! And they are trying to take it away from me!” Jessie replied confidently, before she was promptly splashed into submission by everyone else.
The truth was a tough pill to swallow. Amber still wasn’t convinced the campers weren’t just pulling her leg, but she didn’t want to dwell on it anymore. She’d do her best to forget this latest humiliation later. Until then, she needed to regain some order over her campers.
“The contest is over! No more splashing! Come on girls! Let’s get out of here!” Amber called out, as her campers reluctantly quit splashing each other and climbed onto the dock and began the slow march back home.
Staying in the water until the last of her campers got out, Amber called to Betty, “Betty! Make sure people get ready for dinner. I have to clean up a little bit out here before I head back.”
“Sure thing. And seriously, that was one great cannonball. You sure showed us. You really TORE the competition a new one.” Betty replied with a knowing smirk before turning and walking away.
“I sure did…” Amber muttered to herself, while Betty’s little taunt caused Amber’s ego to burn with rage for a moment. She’d thought she’d gotten away with her little wardrobe malfunction, but if Betty knew, it wouldn’t be long until it was common knowledge.
‘Stupid… fat *ss… That’s just what I need…’ Amber thought to herself, as her eyes ragefully lingered on Betty’s backside while she hurried away.
Fuming with no good outlet for her anger, Amber swam to the edge of the dock and struggled to heave herself up onto it. Once upon a time, the motion was effortless for her, but now her thicker arms couldn’t do much to pull up her girthier body. She had to rely on her chubby legs to kick in the water and give herself enough momentum to flop onto the dock like a fish out of water. The process was exhausting.
Once she got to her feet, Amber was quick to send her hands to investigate her exposed backside. She’d ripped her shorts right down the middle. Her puffy butt was hanging out for all to see. Luckily nobody was around while her panties were exposed. Horribly embarrassed by this situation, Amber decided to quickly grab a towel from the lifeguard station, so she could conceal what had happened.
Running up the dock and across the beach used to be effortless, but now heaving her body around so quickly was a foreign experience. Once inside the lifeguard station, Amber needed a minute to catch her breath and calm her heart rate. After taking off the shredded remains of her shorts and tossing them in the trash, Amber wrapped herself in a towel and decided to raid her little stash of contraband to help cope with the negative feelings she was experiencing. She’d been replenishing her stash every time she confiscated contraband from her campers. She didn’t have a massive stockpile to devour like the first time she raided cabin nine, but she had enough to pretty much eat her fill any time that she wanted.
And this was one of those times. She felt embarrassed about winning the splash contest, she was annoyed her ass had shredded another pair of pants, but more importantly, she felt hopeless that she couldn’t do anything to turn her weight around right now.
So, Amber went to town.
She started with a snickers bar, and then delved into a bag of chips. Shifting from sweet to salty was the best way to keep her tastebuds happy and stave off the negative emotions she felt creeping into her subconscious. Her snack binge lasted the better part of 15 minutes, before Amber figured she better get back to her cabin or risk being missed.
After eating “just one more” candy bar, Amber returned to cabin nine, short on much motivation for anything else other than dinner.
“Just four more days…” Amber promised herself, “Then summer ends and life can go back to normal… Just four more days…”