The Queen of Cabin 9

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Part 19; Saturday Evening, Camp Manitowash; Day 29

        Amber had been dreading this moment ever since her last humiliating step onto the scale last week.  All of her girls were weighed, assessed, and given their new challenges.  Many had been surprised by the normally harsh counselor’s easy goals.  The assessments themselves seemed less cutting too, with Amber giving vague almost absentminded comments.  More than a few eyebrows rose, and some unsettling whispers shared.  A few even braved the no texting rule.

        Sitting at the judging table, Amber felt as if all eyes were beginning to fall upon her.  The angelic blonde’s heartbeat started to rise.  Involuntarily taking a nervous gulp, Amber discovered her mouth had gone completely dry.  It was no surprise.  She had plenty to be nervous about today.

       Amber had already switched out of her favorite tennis shoes earlier for lightweight foam flip flops.  She’d left her cell phone behind too, as well as her camp keys and chain, coins… anything to make herself as light as possible.  Amber hoped it was enough, for despite all her efforts this week to grind out as many hours exercising, she couldn’t shake the feeling her body seemed heavier.

        Her issues with bloating lately had only gotten worse, her tummy had been so swollen earlier that she hadn’t been able to button her pair of high-waisted khaki shorts, instead her upper thighs, hips, bum were tightly embraced by a tight, but stretchy, pair of black running shorts.  Growing in discomfort, Amber discretely slipped her flip flops off and tugged her orange t-shirt down far enough to completely cover her bulging gut.

        ‘God…  I look like a pumpkin…  Please don’t let anyone notice my tummy,’ she prayed before edging her chair backward.

        Heat from the stage brought Amber back to the present.  It was warm, almost too warm for her bare feet.  Amber wondered how long the ridiculously overpowered stage lights had been left on today, but she had more pressing concerns at the moment.  The scale stood before her, somehow more imposing than ever.

        Nervously Amber wiped the grit and sand off the soles of her feet.  She could feel the pressure of everyone watching.  It was giving her a headache.  The warm stage lights also conspired against her.  Dizziness crept in, dulling the periphery of her vision.  Putting a finger to her temple, Amber swayed visibly.

        ‘Perhaps I should have ** something?’ She wondered listlessly.  The pressure to keep her weight down for the weigh-in had kept the desperate blonde from drinking anything; not even orange juice after her nearly five mile run this morning, not even a glass of water with her minuscule lunch.

        Pack Leader Thompson’s voice pierced the thickening haze from her left.

        “Counselor Cullins?”

        Before she could respond, her aunt’s words invaded Amber’s thoughts again, though this time from her right.

       “Amber!  Are you OK?”

       Or was her aunt behind her? Amber didn’t know anymore.

       Only the feel of something slamming into her face registered those last seconds before darkness struck; something hot, something gritty…

…

       Amber could hear muffled conversation but couldn’t make it out.  At first, she didn’t want to try.  But the comfortable oblivion was fading now, driven out by the increasingly louder voices.  One, in particular, sounded firm, in command.

        “… be OK.”  The voice said, finally clear.

        ‘It’s Nurse Goodhue’

        “…Case of dehydration. Amber will be just fine.”  The nurse assured.

        ‘That’s me’

        Amber opened her eyes at the realization and was rewarded with a trio of concerned faces.  Nurse Goodhue, Aunt Sandy, and Sally.  No longer was she inside the auditorium.  Somehow, she’d been transported to the Nurse’s cabin… and her left arm had been given an IV.  Never one to be afraid of needles, Amber’s attention was drawn to a cold flow of air breezing across her body.

        ‘Ahhh air conditioning’ Amber thought.  The refreshingly cool air in the Nurse’s building was a welcome relief from the current heat wave.  The only building at Toe Wash with any air conditioning was this one.

        Pack Leader Thompson leaned closer with a wry smile and gave Amber some water, “Good to have you back with us.  Don’t drink it too fast now.”

        The cool water felt heavenly on Amber’s parched throat, but remembering her aunt’s warning, she limited herself to just a sip for now.

        ‘Dehydration is a b*tch’

        Amber still had a headache.  The d*mn thing was a doozy too.  It nibbled at the periphery of her vision.

        ‘At least I’m not alone’ she thought gratefully, as she looked at Sally being all concerned for her.  It meant a lot that her former star camper cared for her so much.  Amber had given Sally a lot of tough love back when short young woman been a camper.  It was nice knowing that some of her campers appreciated her methods and didn’t just hold them against her.

        “Can I have more water?”  Amber sweetly asked.

        “Of course, just remember to drink it slow.”  Nurse Goodhue reminded her, while handing Amber a small cup of water.

        “I will.” Amber gently hummed, while simultaneously thinking, ‘Like I could forget…’

        Nurse Goodhue smiled, “Excellent.”

        For the better part of the next hour, Amber was given another bag of fluids through her IV and a concerned scolding from her aunt.  The seasoned counselor had been forced to endure all sorts of warnings and advice from her aunt over the years, but her aunt’s well-intentioned words of wisdom were difficult for Amber to take with a migraine.  Or at least what the blonde figured a migraine must feel like.

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Part 20; Saturday Night, Camp Manitowash; Day 29

        Darkness had fallen by the time the nurse let her return to Cabin Nine, but there was one condition.  She needed to get escorted back.  Amber felt foolish asking Sally to walk her back, but the short junior councilor didn’t give her any fuss and warmly accepted.

          As they made their way across camp, neither councilor really tried to start a conversation.  Amber was feeling self-conscious again.  Two bags of IV fluid and three cups of water had caused her tummy to bloat something fierce.  She couldn’t suck in her tummy if she’d wanted too, and she did want to.  There was something really embarrassing about being so bloated around her former fat camper.

        Sally, on the other hand, was reflecting on the way Pack Leader Thompson had chastised Amber.  It was no wonder where Amber got her less-desirable mannerisms from.  In a way, the whole spectacle made Sally feel a bit conflicted about her former counselor.  Even though Amber always gave off the impression that she was living the perfect life, clearly things were not as perfect for her as she liked to make them seem.  Turning her head to look at Amber once again, Sally noticed she’d stopped following her.

        “What’s wrong?”  Sally inquired with concern in her voice.

        Amber bit her lip and summoned what resolve she could in her weakened state.  She’d been forced to slow down, due to some pain from her hungry tummy.  The last thing she wanted to admit to anyone, even herself, was that she was craving food.  Speaking as normal as possible, Amber sighed, “Nothing.  I’m fine.”

        As if protesting Amber’s words, her tummy immediately rumbled loudly in protest.  So, loud that it caught Sally’s ears.

        “When was the last time you ate today?”  Sally wondered out of concern.

        “Lunch…”  Amber answered.  In truth she’d only eaten a banana, but she’d hardly been hungry until an hour ago.

        “You should eat something before we get to your cabin.  We can hit the councilor’s lounge.  The fridge in the kitchen will be stocked with Sunday’s breakfast supplies.”  Sally informed her, while she grabbed Amber’s hand and tugged her, so she’d follow along.

        “Alright…”  Amber droned lacking the strength to resist.

        A few minutes later, Sally had swiped her keycard, opened the door, and helped Amber into a comfy lounge chair.  Amber watched, while Sally turned on a nearby lamp for her and then disappeared into the kitchen.  Looking around, it was creepy seeing the place so dark and empty.

        Amber wished she could text Aaron right now, but she’d left her phone back at the cabin.  If he’d caught wind of her little incident, he was probably worried sick about her.  Aaron was such a nice guy…  She felt bad giving him the cold shoulder so often lately, but she needed to get her weight under control first.

        ‘Hmm.  Maybe it was a good thing I fainted…  Got me out of having to weigh-in this week…’  Amber thought on the bright side, ‘If I get my tummy back to normal this week, it’ll be like I never put on a few.  I’ll just have to double my milage…’

        Amber’s train of thought was sidetracked by the sight of Sally returning with two plates in her hands.  Even though the lighting wasn’t great, Amber could see what was on each plate.  Both plates had a milk carton, a bacon and egg sandwich, and some tater tots.  One plate had a chocolate muffin on it, and the other had a chocolate donut.

        “I thought they got this stuff fresh Sunday morning.”  Amber exclaimed, while Sally gently placed the plate on Amber’s thighs and plopped herself down on the comfy lounge chair next to her.

        “Nope.  They get bought on discount Saturday night after dinner.”  Sally informed her blonde coworker, as she took a rather ravenous bite of her egg sandwich.

        Amber really wondered how Sally knew that, but her attention was drawn to the donut on Sally’s plate instead.  Unable to censor herself, Amber blurted, “You don’t binge on donuts every Saturday night and Sunday morning, do you?”

        “No.  Not every Saturday night and Sunday morning, but sometimes.”  Sally answered matter-of-factly without making eye contact with Amber.  The lack of attention she was paying to the blonde seemed to make Amber squirm in her seat.  She wasn’t used to Sally talking to her like this.  Sally normally idolized her.  Right now, Amber felt like she was talking to her old babysitter.

        As Amber watched Sally lustfully throw three of those deep-fried cylindrical monstrosities into her mouth, she nearly cried out, “Sally, that’s so bad!”

        ‘Ok Maybe that was a little too harsh.’  Amber realized the moment she said it.

        “You don’t have to treat me like a little child okay?!”  Sally lashed out looking visibly upset, “I can make my own choices!  I’ve got my weight under control!  I don’t need you judging me.”

        “I’m not… trying to judge you.  I care about you.  I just don’t want you falling back into old habits.”  Amber defended herself, as another rumble from her tummy caused her to glance at the food in front of her.  It smelled appetizing for some strange reason considering it was all junk.  Sally had clearly microwaved the tots and sandwich.

        “I know…”  Sally sighed trying to relax, “I know…”

        “I know it’s not my job to look out for you anymore, but…”  Amber paused, as she was able to pull her gaze away from the food on her plate and over to the wall across from them.

        Looking at Amber and then looking to where Amber’s eyes were locked, Sally observed the counselor’s lounges’ often forgotten ‘wall of fame.’  On it hung a picture of the camper who’d lost the most weight during a given year and the councilor who had helped them do it.  Sally and Amber had one such picture for last summer.

        “Look at us.”  Amber pointed.

        Shrugging before turning back to meet Amber’s eyes, Sally sighed, “I hate that picture.  It’s so embarrassing.”

         “It really inspires me.”  Amber emphasized sounding far more sensitive than normal.

        “Are you feeling okay?  You sound out of it.”  Sally questioned raising an eyebrow and glancing at the plate of food Amber had yet to touch.

        “Yeahhh.”  Amber hummed sounding just as out of it as she did a moment ago.

        “You need to eat.”  Sally gently ordered.

        “I don’t want this stuff.”  Amber pouted sounding like one of Sally’s difficult campers.

        In a voice she normally reserved for when her campers were misbehaving, Sally barked, “Its this stuff or nothing.  You want that headache to go away?  Then finish your plate and stop complaining.”

        “Jeez, when’d you get so tough?”  Amber quietly joked, as she bit the bullet and decided to give in to eating an unhealthy meal.  She’d make up for it on the running trail tomorrow…  or… Monday.  She’d do some extra miles on Monday to make up for it.  Her legs badly needed a day of rest.  She couldn’t afford an injury right now, not when she needed her legs to burn calories.

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        After dinner, Sally and Amber closed in on cabin nine until it was within sight.  Feeling bloated, but much better, Amber broke the silence, “I think I can handle it from here.”

        “You sure?”

        Forcing a smile, the bloated blonde added; “Yeah, I feel fine now.  Thanks.”

        Thankfully Sally returned the smile and left.  For humiliating as it was to be dragged across all of Toe Wash, having another counselor tuck her in would’ve been devastating to her authority over her girls.

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Part 21; Monday Morning, Camp Manitowash; Day 31

        Stacey wasn’t used to experiencing the sunrise at Toe Wash, but as she hurried over to cabin nine, she had to admit that it was very pretty.  Stifling a yawn, Stacey tried to keep her focus on the news she had been tasked with delivering to Amber.  Apparently, Pack Leader Thompson was a little concerned for her niece after the whole fainting fiasco during the weigh-in on Saturday.

        Stacey had been there, she remembered it clearly, she had actually been looking forward to seeing Amber step on the scale.  With all the outrageous rumors spreading around the camp about Amber maybe being pregnant or having been cursed by a voodoo doll, Stacey had convinced herself that Amber’s tummy was looking fuller than usual.  The scale would have provided irrefutable proof of Stacey’s suspicions, but there had been other signs that Amber’s figure wasn’t quite as infuriatingly perfect as it had once been.

        Amber’s clothing choices this last week had suddenly become more conservative than usual, and Stacey was positive that Amber had purchased some clothes at the camp store that were at least a size larger than she normally wore.  Alas, Amber had avoided the scale last week.  How sweet it would have been to see miss perfect humbled in front of dozens of jealous eyes…  Including her own.

        Just then, as the hopeful thought echoed around inside her mind, the bottom-heavy brunette rounded the corner of the path she’d been walking on and caught a glimpse of cabin nine in the distance.  Her eyes sharpened, and she spotted a certain angelic blonde out front stretching before her early morning run.  Pausing where she stood for a moment, Stacey abruptly darted behind the nearest cabin wall, she then peaked out behind her cover and spied upon her rival for Aaron’s affections.  Amber thought she was all alone, she looked relaxed as she stretched, she wasn’t sucking in her tummy, and boy did her tummy look bigger…  Perhaps the scale hadn’t lied two weeks ago...  

        Seeing Amber’s body on display, while she stretched her hamstrings, Stacey was positive that the formerly flawless queen of cabin nine had gotten a little bit thicker since the summer had begun.  The snide and overbearing camp counselor’s choice of clothes this morning accentuated her newfound softness.  The blonde’s form-fitting running shorts clung tightly to her athletic looking thighs but looked strained against her hips and butt.  They appeared to be a size too small.

        Over her sports bra, Amber was wearing an undersized pink t-shirt, that couldn’t quite cover the small pooch of pudge bloating outward over the waistband of her tight running shorts.  It was abundantly obvious to Stacey’s eyes that Amber’s normally narrow and trim waist appeared thicker.  Gone was the perfectly toned abdomen the smug girl used to flaunt about like a lethal weapon.  In its place was a midsection that appeared lean and firm up toward her ribcage, yet somewhat pudgy and plumper toward her hips.  Amber didn’t have love handles, yet, but it certainly looked like her body type was ripe for some.

        Amber used to have a perfectly flat stomach, a figure to die for.  The bottom-heavy brunette knew that her own body was far from flawless, but looking at Amber now, with the beginnings of what looked like a beer-belly, Stacey realized Amber had become just as imperfect as she was.  It was a fantastic realization.  One which raised the question in Stacey’s mind, ‘Where did that gut come from?’

        Too excited to ponder if any of the rumor’s she’d overheard last week could have been true, Stacey approached her blonde rival, waved to get her attention, and delivered her news with a certain amount of enjoyment in her voice, “Hey Amber!  Stop stretching!  No running this week!  You’re assigned light duty all week!”

        “What do you mean light duty?”  Amber turned around and burst in annoyance with her hands on her hips, challenging her pear-shaped rival.

        Stacey could tell that Amber was doing her best to suck her tummy in now.  Was she a little self-conscious about her gut?

        “Thompson’s orders.”  Stacey merely shrugged, playing it cool, while her brain was literally a minefield of joyful thoughts.  The bottom-heavy brunette couldn’t believe her eyes, even though Amber was sucking in her gut, the newfound softness around her tummy was still visible!

        “You gotta be kidding me.  I feel fine!  What did the nurse say?”  Amber pouted seeming like her normally peppy spirit was starting to break.

        “She signed off on it.”  Stacey replied, while her mind lingered on the change in her b*tchy colleague’s figure.  Seeing that Amber possessed a legitimate roll of chub was just so astonishing since Amber’s figure was the envy of the whole camp, or at least, it used to be.  Amber’s body didn’t look quite so intimidating now.  In fact, as Stacey’s eyes lingered on Amber’s exposed waistline, the angelic blonde started to blush slightly.  Stacey couldn’t help, but think, ‘Is Amber embarrassed I’m looking at her?  Oh-my-god, she is self-conscious!’

        “This is complete bullsh*t!”  Amber stomped her feet with frustration in a vain effort to get Stacey’s eyes off of her exposed midsection.

        Rather than get distracted by Amber’s spectacle, Stacey watched the blonde girl’s gut jiggle up and down for a moment before throwing her hands up defensively and proclaiming, “Hey don’t blame me.  You think I wanted to get up at this ungodly hour?”

        It was common knowledge Amber Cullins got up at the crack of dawn for her runs.

        Amber didn’t know how to respond, she’d had her habits set for years, and you can’t just shut them off.  Even now with that sluggish bloated feeling in her stomach weighing her down, she still felt anxious to hit the road.  How else was she going to get her body back to normal?

        “But a whole week?  C’mon.  So I fainted, it’s not like I broke my leg.”  Amber complained crossing her arms just below her bust.

        “You take it up with Thompson if you like, don’t shoot the messenger.”

        Stacey was starting to sound less and less friendly.

        Amber nodded.  Frustrated as she was, there was little she could do about it now.  Only a fool would wake her aunt at this hour.

        Stacey continued, “Okay then.  I’m going back to bed.  See you at breakfast.”

        Defeated, Amber conceded, “See you at breakfast…”

        With that, Amber entered her cabin and closed the door.  As she turned to go back to her bunk, she could just catch a flurry of movement from the ‘sleeping’ girls of cabin nine.

        ‘I hope you enjoyed the show cause this week I’m gonna ride you all twice as hard’

        With that thought she climbed back into bed.  A pout graced her face as she drew up the sheet against the morning chill.  At least the mattress still felt warm.

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Part 22; Thursday, Camp Manitowash; Day 34

        Amber sat listlessly behind the counter of the camp store with her chin tucked between her hands.  She’d been sitting all day.  Heck, she’d done little more than sit all week so far.

        Letting out a sigh, Amber whined, “Can this get any more boring?”

        Nobody answered her of course since she was alone.

        The only voices to be heard were playful cries drifting faintly in from outside.  It was day four of her light duty sentence and she was going crazy.  It felt like a sentence anyway, locked up in the general store.  Amber took a deep breath and thought about all the fun she could be having with Aaron right now on lake duty.

        She was tired of light duty, she was tired of sitting, and she was tired of the view from behind the counter!  She’d been stationed in the post office all morning and now she was stuck in the store all afternoon!  Needing to stretch her legs, Amber got up and walked around to the front.  She let her fingers trail along the counter as she went.

        The shoe selection held a smidgeon of her interest; barely.  Stopping there, Amber scooped up some moccasins on display.

        ‘Not my style,’ she thought, wrinkling her nose.

        Putting down the moccasins, a pair of hiking boots were chosen in their place.  Again, these were far from the blonde’s preference for footwear.  Above all else, she preferred the light airy feel of running shoes.  Although, the clunky display boots were her size so, lacking anything else to do, she decided to try them on.  Grinning at the odd sensation, she stepped over to the full-length mirror to get a peak.  Or rather, clomped over.  The hefty boots felt foreign and heavy.  They made walking around awkward.

        Striking a pose and gazing at herself in the mirror, Amber joked, “Well look at me, Miss Mountain Gal!”

        ‘All I need now is a walking stick and some binoculars,’ the blonde imagined, while she alternated lifting each foot a couple of times, marveling at their weight.  Then turning sideways, she took in her profile.

        ‘Wow these things make my feet look huge!  Heck, I bet I could…’

        Before Amber’s brain could finish her thought, something alarming caught her eye, making her forget the boots altogether.

         Standing there relaxed as she was, her tummy stuck out causing a small pooch over the waistband of her shorts.

        “Oh no!”  Amber gulped.

        Sucking her tummy in, the gathering of flesh retreated yet failed to completely disappear.  Sure, this wasn’t the first time she’d been aware of some extra padding there; she’d been constantly reminded of it every morning while putting on her running shoes, or on the toilet, or basically every time she sat down.  Even just a couple minutes back while tying up the boots she’d felt the nagging sensation of her tummy folding over.  It had just never seemed so noticeable standing up.  Had her tummy gotten… bigger?

        After checking to make sure the store was empty, off came her cropped t-shirt to get a better view.  It fell, unnoticed, to the floor leaving Amber in just her sports bra and stretchy black running shorts.  She now looked even more ridiculous wearing the bulky hiking boots, but Amber paid it no mind.  Her attention was elsewhere.

        Turning to face the mirror, Amber couldn’t help but gawk at the area of puffiness surrounding her belly button.  It was heaviest just below her belly button yet continued around her midriff in a sort of ring.  The effect completely obliterated any trace of her abs.

         ‘Are those love handles?’ The blonde thought in horror, as she noticed the concentration of fat at her sides.  Amber placed her hands there, but the squishy warm yielding feel caused her to yank them away in disgust.

        Turning sideways again Amber twisted to get a better look behind.  As she did, soon another undiscovered roll appeared on her side.  It formed about midway up her ribcage at an angle and deepened the farther she turned.  Amber had seen similar rolls before on her mother and older sister at the beach.  But that was different.  Her mother was old, and fat.  Her sister was quite plump and chunky, practically bulging out of her bikini.  What was such a roll doing on her?  It certainly didn’t belong there!  Amber knew she wasn’t lazy like her sister or gluttonous like her mother!  It wasn’t fair!

        ‘I can’t be seen like this!’

        Retreating away from the mirror, and growing increasingly panicked and paranoid, Amber rushed to search for something more concealing than her cropped t-shirt.  The noisy clomps rang out loudly as Amber hurried over to the clothing section in her heavy boots.  She found what she was looking for among the selection of t-shirts.

        Holding in her hands the same shirt practically every camper owned at least one of for camp spirit events, Amber quizzically paused.  The orange full-length Tees sported long hems and the moto, ‘Don’t Wish For It. Work For It!’  They had always drawn derision from Amber in the past.  She thought them tasteless and a cheap way for campers to hide the signs of their overindulgence.

        Now here she was picking one out for the same reason.

        ‘Except I never overindulge!’ Amber thought to herself in frustration before relenting, ‘At least it’s still a size small…’

        Shirt in hand, Amber scampered back to the mirror.  Her intention was to sprint, but the heavy boots wouldn’t allow it.

        ‘Okay, enough of these things,’ Amber practically tore the hiking boots from her feet and tossed them aside.  Her relief was instantaneous.

        That done, she slipped on the new t-shirt.  It was a little tight across her chest but seemed, at first glance, to have the desired effect of concealing her puffy midsection.

        ‘Seems to feel right’ she thought, while giving the shirt some standard adjustments.  She couldn’t help that she had a mature set of boobs.

        The mirror confirmed Amber’s desperate hopes.  While drawing tight across her breasts, the rest of the Tee hung freely down below; loose, but not too loose.  Its hem did the trick and completely covered her waistband, and the pooch of fat poking over it.  Nodding in approval Amber turned for one more check.

        ‘Is my butt sticking out?’

        Doubt flashed across the blonde’s face as she pivoted to see her left profile instead.  Still no good.  Something definitely looked off.  Amber bit her lip, pondering just what.

        ‘Is it the shirt?’ The hem hung loose in the front but pooled up just above her butt in back.  Maybe that was what gave the illusion?  Amber tried pulling the t-shirt’s hem down lower all around.  That seemed to improve things, although it left her feeling sloppy.

        ‘Hey its camp.  It’s not like I’m out clubbing’

        The front door going off decided it.

        *Ding! Ding! Ding!*

        ‘It’ll have to do for now’

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Part 23; Saturday Morning, Camp Manitowash; Day 36

        Amber’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the gentle glow of the sun.

        ‘Wait!’  The blonde thought to herself in alarm, ‘The sun!’

        “Cr*p!” she hissed, “I overslept!”

        Snatching up her cell phone Amber was horrified to see it was twenty minutes to seven.

        ‘I don’t believe it!  What is wrong with me?  It’s my first day of freedom and I hardly have time to run!’

        Amber made a groggy attempt to sit upwards in bed, but her effort was thwarted by a strange resistance emanating from her gut.  Grunting from the irritating feeling in her stomach, Amber instead rolled over to her side and slid off the bed.  As she did, the blonde mentally counted off the minutes she would have remaining for her run.

        ‘Let’s see ten minutes for stretches, that leaves me forty minutes…’  She hurriedly thrust her socks and shoes on, ‘Forty-two minutes if I hurry the stretches.  I can run right up to the cabin door if I have to.’

        Amber nearly yanked off one of the new T-shirts she was wearing to put her sports bra on.  There were only girls here after all.  Besides, everyone else appeared to still be sleeping.

        ‘Still…’  The blonde hesitated.

        Something about baring her body just now made Amber nervous.  Her stomach always felt so bloated in the morning…  In the end she decided to change in the bathroom, ‘I have to pee anyway.’

        After probably the fastest preparations ever, outside the Army, Amber loped toward the gate to the camp’s trails.  Her initial plan of eight minutes stretching had been nixed.  Who would have thought a week off could leave her muscles so tight?  That tightness remained even now, halfway to the gate.  Not wanting to pull anything Amber decided to play it safe.  She transitioned to an easy walk, alternating with knee bends and stretches all the way to the trailhead she desired.

        Things felt better as Amber passed the old wooden gate and started down the dry dirt path, so she stepped it up.  Like a horse out of the starting gate she pushed off hard, eager to feel the wind in her face.  Two things; however, became instantly apparent.  First, her body felt heavier, less responsive.  She tried to counter by pushing harder, but it was no use.  Even giving her all Amber knew she was slower.

        It was like one of those dreams where something was chasing you.  No matter how hard you tried some mysterious force held you back.  All the while whatever horror was chasing you gained ground.  The only difference was Amber knew what was holding her back.  She could feel it with every step.

        That was the second thing.  Each time Amber’s feet hit the ground; her butt quivered.

        ‘Oh no… Not that,’ her mind cried out, nearly causing a stumble.  Images began to flood into Amber’s brain of the countless times she’d jogged alongside Toe Wash’s campers.  She’d dance about lightly as they struggled through the dreaded obstacle course or the distance challenge.  Amber had felt so superior then, with her tight body hardly being fazed while their heavy bodies jiggled and swayed.

        She didn’t feel so superior now.  In fact, after the initial shock had faded, as if it ever could, Amber’s spirits took another hit.  It seemed her precious booty wasn’t alone.  A slight tremor could be felt in her thighs each time her Nikes crunched down on the trail.  Then there was the final insult.

        ‘No! It can’t be!’  Amber frighteningly thought to herself.

        Even her tummy joined in, jiggling ever so gently.

        Amber’s cheeks began to burn in humiliation.

        ‘Why is this happening to me?  I’ve been trying so hard,’ Amber thought, as doubts overwhelmed her.

        Was she?  Was she really?  Sure, the single time Amber had tried working out this last week, someone ratted on her to Aunt Sandy; resulting in a major chew-out.  But there had been many times when she was alone that she could have snuck in some routines.  It certainly would have made more sense than loafing around in the empty camp store; reading magazines and posting tweets.

        Amber tried to put the sensation behind her, to concentrate just on her running instead.  After all it was her best hope to shed the unwanted pounds she’d somehow accumulated all around her figure.  Desperately she tried to focus.  And it worked… for a while.  

        The effect of extra weight and time off from exercise could not be denied.  Amber’s pace gradually began to slow even further.  Oh it wasn’t like she was crawling along; far from it.  Even now she could pass most people, with effort.  But Amber had become used to excelling over the years.  Suddenly finding herself simply above average was humiliating.  Adding insult to injury, as Amber struggled along her worried mind was struck with one last horrifying thought.  Today was Saturday.  Soon she was going to have to weigh-in with the rest of her campers…

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What a transformation already.  Amber is getting the first tastes of what she held such derision for.

These are my favorite moments.  When the woman tries to hide those first pounds.  How clothes can cling so deliciously to their ever widening frames.  WOW.

So many possibilities.

Good Luck and happy writing!

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15 hours ago, greinskyn said:

What a transformation already.  Amber is getting the first tastes of what she held such derision for.

These are my favorite moments.  When the woman tries to hide those first pounds.  How clothes can cling so deliciously to their ever widening frames.  WOW.

So many possibilities.

Good Luck and happy writing!

Agreed, those are my favorite moments as well, probably why I love this story so much haha

 

Indeed, there are a lot of possibilities!

 

Thank you!  I appreciate the encouragement!

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 Part 24; Saturday Afternoon, Camp Manitowash; Day 43

        “Lightheaded?  …Again?”  Nurse Goodhue questioned in a suspicious tone.  She was doubtful that the innocent-looking counselor sitting upon the examination table in front of her suffered from any serious affliction.

        “Uh-huh!”  Amber nodded just a smidge too eagerly.

        Narrowing her eyes and gazing at the blonde’s suddenly worried expression.  Nurse Goodhue deduced the truth.  If Amber was truly feeling lightheaded, she wouldn’t be so quick to nod her head up and down like that.  Amber wasn’t here because of a headache; she was in the nursing station for another reason.

        Thinking for a moment, Nurse Goodhue sat down in her chair, crossed her legs, and decided to confront the problem directly.  In a motherly tone, she began, “I’m disappointed Amber.  I’d expect this sort of thing from a camper, but not you.  What’s going on?”

        “I don’t know what you mean,” Amber hesitated.  She hadn’t expected any pushback from Nurse Goodhue.  The old woman had taken her word for it last week and let her spend the whole afternoon in the air conditioning.  Trying to hold her deception together, Amber continued nervously, “I’m lightheaded… I think I might be dehydrated… I just don’t want to faint again.”

        “And is it a coincidence that you came here last week at precisely the same time and day with the exact same symptoms?”  The nurse countered in a matter-of-fact manner, as she studied the young woman in front of her.

        “Yes.”  Amber gulped knowing deep down that the jig might be up.

        Frowning disapprovingly, Nurse Goodhue didn’t hold back, “Amber I need you to be honest with me.  Are you experiencing anxiety about getting weighed in front of everyone?”

        “No!”  Amber loudly burst the instant the old nurse had finished speaking.  Hearing her voice echo around the room the moment after she spoke, Amber thought to herself, ‘That was too much, wasn’t it?’

        Trying to sound more composed, Amber cleared her throat and continued “Why would I be anxious about getting on some stupid scale?”

        “Amber…  It’s obvious you’ve put on a little… well…”  Nurse Goodhue hesitated.  It was always tough to find the right words to address this topic with young women.  However, she didn’t want to sugarcoat it.

        Gazing at Amber top to bottom, while the girl sat dangling her legs back and forth from atop the examination table, it was obvious the young woman had put on more than ‘a little’ weight.  Gone was the perfectly toned abdomen, the perfectly proportioned thighs, Amber’s normally narrow and trim body looked to have grown decidedly plumper since the start of the summer.  In fact, when Amber had hurried into her office, Nurse Goodhue had noticed some jiggling going on with Amber’s bust, butt, and belly.

        Yes, the angelic blonde couldn't really hide the fact that she had developed a little belly, not anymore, her small orange t-shirt clearly was straining to cover her swollen stomach.  Her face was also starting to fill out slightly, it looked a bit rounder, the change was subtle, but it was there.  Amber’s choice of clothing today, form-fitting dark black running shorts and an undersized camp t-shirt, only accentuated her newfound softness, especially around her belly, which was partially visible when she was sitting down as she was.

        Summoning her resolve, Nurse Goodhue delivered the truth bluntly, “You’ve put on some weight.”

        The angelic blonde’s jaw dropped.  

        Amber couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.  Her brain temporarily blew a circuit.  Rather than respond with the horrified anger she was feeling inside her, Amber just froze in silence with a dumbfounded look on her face.

        It wasn’t fair…  She’d tried so hard this past week to lose weight, but it was clear that nothing she was doing was working.  Her legs couldn’t handle carrying her heavier body any extra miles on her morning runs.  Restricting her food intake at breakfast, lunch and dinner hardly seemed to do anything other than foul her mood.  Plus, her brain couldn’t handle the stress of concealing her fuller figure much longer.

        Nurse Goodhue was old and not the most astute, if she could notice a change in her weight it was only a matter of time before other people around the campgrounds detected the change too.  What would happen when her Aunt found out?  Or her campers?  What would Aaron do?

        It terrified Amber to even consider such a horrifying possibility.  Her rising weight had already forced her to distance herself from her summer fling and take extra precautions around him to conceal her softening body.  She was losing her mind, she was losing her attractive figure, she couldn’t bear the thought of losing Aaron’s earnest affection too…  He couldn’t learn the truth.

        She needed a solution, a quick fix, but nothing came to mind.  Sitting on the examination table, Amber stopped swinging her legs.  She felt hopeless.  Her eyes began to fill with tears.

        “It’s nothing to be ashamed of Amber.”  Nurse Goodhue added trying to sooth her stunned patient, “It can happen to anyone.”

        “It shouldn’t be happening to me!”  Amber pouted, while she blinked and sent a single streaking tear down the side of her cheek, “I don’t overeat, I get at least 8 hours of sleep every night, I run my butt off every morning…  I don’t get it…”

         Seeing the sorry state of the counselor, Nurse Goodhue began to cautiously ask, “Well, I heard a rumor going around camp.  Stop me if you think it’s ridiculous...”

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Part 25; Saturday Afternoon, Camp Manitowash; Day 43

        ‘I can’t believe that senile old fart thought I might be pregnant!’ Amber angerly thought to herself, while she stomped her way across camp back to the auditorium, ‘How dare she!  There is no way I look pregnant!’

        With her mood soured by her failed attempt to escape having to get on the scale in front of three cabins worth of campers, her counselor friends, and her Aunt, Amber steeled her resolve for her backup plan.  If she couldn’t avoid getting on the scale now, she would mess with the projector, lie about her weight, and spare herself some public humiliation.  Desperate times called for desperate measures…

        A little less than an hour later, Amber jotted down the last of her notes.  For the second week in a row, Sally’s cabin had the best results.  Cabin nine still had a bit of a lead in the total weight lost department thanks to a fantastic first three weeks of the summer, but nearly all of her camper’s weights were beginning to plateau, with one notable exception, but regardless, Amber was already running her campers ragged.  What more could she do to motivate such a stubborn pack of fatties?

        It was an annoying puzzle to have to figure out, but Amber had more pressing concerns at the moment.  Now that the campers were done weighing in, it was the counselors turn.  Turning to Sally, Amber whispered in her ear, “I have to pee, I’ll be right back.”

        “Cool, we’ll hold down the fort.”  Sally replied without breaking eye contact with her own notes.

        Exiting the auditorium to the hallway that led to the bathrooms, Amber waited for the door to close behind her, then she walked in the opposite direction of the bathrooms toward the back entrance of the stage.  Quietly, Amber snuck back onto the stage behind the closed curtain.

        It didn’t take her long to find the outlet that the projector was plugged in to.  Paying close attention to the weigh-ins, Amber wanted to wait until all the other counselors had been weighed before she killed the power to the projector and returned to the stage.

       Amber was pleased to overhear that Sally weighed in at 137lbs, she was always rooting for Sally.  Her former camper always struggled so much with maintaining her weight, it was nice to see that things were working out for her and her weight was moving in the right direction again.

        Continuing to eavesdrop, Amber was even more pleased to hear that Stacey weighed in at 140lbs!  The bottom-heavy brunette had gained a pound a week for nearly three weeks!  How poetic that the heaviest girl in their friend group was now Stacey!

        Amber couldn’t help, but think, ‘Serves her right for being such a snob all the time.’

        However, Amber didn’t have time to dwell on her muses.  Seeing that the only one left to be weighed was none other than herself, Amber pulled the plug of the projector out of the outlet and scurried back to the stage the way she’d left it.

        Arriving back to the judging table slightly winded from the excitement of her secret sabotage, Amber noticed more and more eyes began to turn expectantly her way… then a certain ominous silence overcame the crowd of campers.

        They wanted to know if she gained weight like last time.

        ‘Shame they’ll be disappointed.’ Amber cheekily thought to herself, as she kicked off her flip-flops and walked stoically towards the scale.

        Her plan was perfect.  She was going to stand on the scale, act surprised that the projector suddenly wasn’t working, and then proclaim that she weighed 132lbs, just like last time, no matter what the scale actually said.  Nobody would question her.  After all, why would they?

        ‘This is going to work.’  Amber promised herself, while the angelic blonde avoided all eye contact on her way to the scale.

        “Don’t faint!”  Someone chided from the crowd.

        The comment brought a round of chuckles, along with a withering scowl from Pack Leader Thompson, who sat at the judging table with the other counselors.

        “That’s enough!”  She authoritatively bellowed, effectively quieting the whole group in attendance.

        ‘Thanks Aunt Sandy.’  Amber thought, as she finally arrived at the scale.  Pausing for a brief second.  Amber closed her eyes, then her hands balled into fists at her sides as she stepped onto the scale.  ‘Here I go…’

        If possible, the crowd got even quieter.  It was as if everyone was holding their breath in anticipation.

       Opening her eyes, Amber blushed at the realization that her little belly was obscuring her view of the scale.  Sucking in and peaking over her slight rounded mound of pudge across her midsection, Amber was about to yell out ‘132lbs,’ but froze.

        It was like her voice had been stolen from her.

        To the crowd of onlookers, it appeared as if Amber had seen a ghost.  Murmurs broke out among them.  Some camper was bold enough to complain out loud, “What happened to the projector?”

       But Amber tuned the growing discontent of the crowd out.  Her heart was pounding so loud she could feel it in her throat.  It was worse than she could have ever imagined, her thoughts conveyed the sincere feelings of panic pulsing through her, ‘No… impossible!  I can’t weigh that much!  That’s a lot more than Sally!  T-than Stacey!?’

        She was the heaviest of her friends…  She’d never been the biggest of any friend group she’d ever had.  Not in high school, not in college…

        The realization was startling for someone who prided herself so much on her formerly slender athletic figure.  She was a weight-loss counselor working at a glorified fat camp for crying out loud!  Being fit and skinny were ingrained parts of her identity!

        Yet now she wasn’t quite so skinny…  The terrifying evidence was staring her in the face.  She was starting to follow in her mother and sister’s footsteps…

        As she remained frozen on the scale, ignorant of the commotion happening around her, Amber’s mind continued racing.  In her panic Amber did some quick mental math and, in her shame, couldn’t control her negative thoughts, ‘I’ve gained… 30 pounds?!!  In six weeks??  No wonder Nurse Goodhue thought I might be pregnant!  What’s happening to me!??’

        “One hundred and forty-nine pounds!”  Pack Leader Thompson loudly proclaimed into her microphone, as Amber suddenly realized, in horror, that she’d screwed the pooch!  Her Aunt had snuck up next to her and read her weight out loud to the whole auditorium!

        Once the words had left her Aunt’s mouth, the Pack Leader did a double take, clicked off the microphone, turned toward Amber in alarm and shrilly whispered with a look of concern on her face, “149 pounds?!”

        Stunned into silence yet again, outward embarrassment overcame Amber’s inner shame.  Her beautiful face reddened even brighter.  She couldn’t form a coherent thought, much less a sentence.  As her mouth hung open in shock, she couldn’t even mutter a word in reply.

        An almost universal gasp of shock rang out among the campers in the audience, followed immediately by excited chatter.  The collective memory of the campers from three weeks ago was that Amber had weighed 132lbs, to their surprise the queen of cabin nine had somehow added over 15 pounds to her figure since then.  Some of the more high-pitched voices carried their gossiping comments all the way to Amber’s ears, further reddening her already burning cheeks.

        The troubled counselor wanted nothing more than to turn invisible.

        Just as all seemed to be spiraling out of control, Pack Leader Thompson’s voice broke out above the disorderly crowd, this time amplified by the microphone she held in her hands, “Thank you Counselor Cullins, and a big thanks to everyone!  Great losses this week!  Can I hear a round of applause?!”

        Thompson, as usual, started the round of applause herself, by clapping joyously.  Nearly all present, campers and counselors alike, joined in.  Except Amber.

        Noticing this, Pack Leader Thompson clicked off the microphone, wrapped an arm around her dumbfounded niece and began to lead her back to the judging table.  On the way, she couldn’t help, but hiss, “What the heck is going on with you Amber, are you trying to embarrass me?”

        “W-what?  No, I don’t know what’s going on!”  Amber urged, her voice a little hoarse, far quieter and less confident than usual.

        “Don’t play dumb with me.  I heard a rumor that you’ve been pigging out these last few weeks on the junk food you’ve been confiscating from your campers.”  Her Aunt harshly accused.

        “Ugh!  That’s not true!”  Amber pouted in the tone of a petulant child.

        “The proof is in the pudding.”  The Pack Leader countered, as her hand that had been wrapped around Amber’s shoulder, guiding her, suddenly moved south and pinched an inch of excess chub around Amber’s little belly.  Sounding firm, she gave her niece some tough love, “Get your act together next week.  I want to see that number on that scale go down, or else there will be consequences.  Do you hear me?”

        Amber could hardly believe this nightmare was unfolding in front of her, but her Aunt’s pinch to her gut made it clear that she wasn’t dreaming.  Wanting to spare herself further humiliation, Amber replied, “Loud and clear, Aunt Sandy.”  

        “What?  Speak up, I can’t hear you.”  Her Aunt grunted in irritation.

        Amber recognized her mistake the second she’d said it.  Quickly changing her tune, Amber yelped, “Loud and clear Pack Leader!”

        “That’s better.  Now take a seat.”  The Pack Leader ordered, while Amber took her place at the table between Sally and Stacey, both of whom were just as awestruck by what had unfolded in front of them as the campers.

        Flipping the mic back on, Pack Leader turned her ire away from her niece, assumed a calmer persona and addressed the crowd with a spirited, “Congratulations are in order!  We’ve seen some mighty impressive losses today!  So, you know what that means!”

        Thompson held up her clipboard and tapped on the board with the mic.

*Thump! Thump! Thump!*

        Pleased that the camper’s attention was centering on her, the matriarch of the camp lifted up a brass colored arrowhead pin and displayed it to the crowd, “The winner of this week’s achievement award not only lost an astonishing seven pounds this week!  She’s officially lost almost 30 pounds since the summer session started!  And her name is…. Bethany Kensington!”

        Another round of applause broke out, and after some prodding by those around her, Betty hesitantly climbed the stage.  She accepted the award with a surprisingly shy; “Gee thanks so much.”

        Thompson pinned the arrowhead onto Betty’s t-shirt then lead another round of applause.

        Betty took all this in disbelief.  This was her eight year now at Toe Wash.  Not once in the 70 or so weekly achievements had she ever come close to earning the award.  On many occasions, she’d actually gained weight from one weigh-in to the next.  Now here she was, the person who had lost the most…

        ‘Maybe mom was right, all I needed was a goal.’ Betty thought with a wry grin, as she turned to look over her shoulder, back where Amber was seated.  The mere sight of the once proud counselor now trying to be as inconspicuous as possible was worth every penny Betty had spent on secretly fattening her up.

        Once upon a time, Amber’s formerly flat-stomached, thigh-gapped figure used to make her friends appear thick and chunky by comparison, but now, compared to Sally and Stacey, Amber was the one looking a little chunky.  The angelic blonde didn’t look quite so intimidating now.

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Part 26; Tuesday, Camp Manitowash; Day 46

        Huddled around the water cooler with her friends, Betty labored to catch her breath while she tried to dry some of the sweat from her neck with a towel.  As she did this, the conniving camper sneakily observed Amber off in the distance.  The blonde devil was lambasting the next batch of campers struggling their way through camp Manitowash’s dreaded obstacle course.  Even though the mean-tempered counselor wasn’t holding back, Betty couldn’t help but smile to herself because of the way Amber’s bulging butt cheeks and thicker thighs were jiggling as she haughtily shuffled her way down the side of the obstacle course delivering her bitter and degrading style of ‘motivation.’

        Ever since the last weigh-in, it was like something snapped in Amber’s head.  She was in b*tch mode 24/7 and her mean tirades were becoming an increasingly regular occurrence.  While most campers were being driven toward a breaking point, Betty coped with the increase in hostility better than most.  After all, when everyone went to bed each night, she could do something about it, and the results of her efforts were presenting themselves before her very eyes.

        As Amber turned to shuffle in the other direction, slower than before, Betty watched while the blonde’s growing tummy and swollen bust joined in on the jiggle train.  It was apparent Amber had been quite unsuccessful today in hiding all the sudden pounds that had accumulated around her figure.  Something was so very satisfying about Amber’s vain attempts to conceal the excess flesh she was sporting around her problem areas.

        Thinking to herself, Betty’s thoughts echoed in her head with a certain type of excitement, ‘I hope she likes having a thick, juicy belly.  I wonder when she’ll stop wearing that navel ring of hers?  Doesn’t she know she already looks a little too well fed to keep wearing it?’

        Betty knew all too well the shame of outgrowing stuff that she loved, soon Amber would know exactly what that indignity felt like.  Soon, even Amber’s ever-tightening wardrobe would need to be replaced.  It wouldn’t be long now.

        Today, the blonde’s gym gear hugged her body very snuggly.  Up top, she wore an undersized looking, sleeveless, pink crop top made of a formfitting nylon-spandex material with a built-in bra that was so tight it emphasized the softness and fullness around her exposed pudgy midriff.  Down bottom, Amber wore a matching pair of high-waisted yoga shorts that the angelic blonde continued to unconsciously tug upward to try and cover her noticeable roll of lower belly fat.

        “What do you think Betty?”  Jessie nudged the scheming camper out of her trance.

        Betty had only been half-listening to what her friends were gabbing about while she’d been spying on Amber.  Trying to bluff her way through a response, Betty slowly articulated, “Let me get this straight.  You won’t consider dating the guy cause he’s not 6 feet tall?  Yet you’re mad at him for criticizing your weight?”

        The large-bellied Black girl nodded affirmatively in response.

        Continuing with more confidence, Betty elaborated, “Then on the one hand, f*ck him, but on the other hand…  I don’t know?  Sounds like you two might deserve each other, haha!”

        “Hmhm, he wasn’t being mean about it, but he did mention it y’know?”  Jessie clarified about the guy she’d matched with that she’d been texting recently.

        “If you have a height preference, can you blame the guy for having a weight preference?”  Juanita reiterated the point that Jessie had hounded her for making a few moments earlier.

        “No, but if some extra weight is all that it takes for him to eventually disregard my entire person and write me off, then screw him.  I deserve better.”  Jessie conceded, as she filled up her paper cup with more ice-cold water.

        “Jessie be realistic.  You said yourself that he wasn’t trying to be mean.  You probably just hurt his feelings.  It’s not like he can change his height.”  Allison added agreeing with her short Hispanic friend’s point.

        “So?  It’s not like it’s easy for me to change my weight.”  Jessie grunted, as she slapped her doughy belly and watched it jiggle.  At 240lbs, she may have lost some weight this summer, but she was still a big girl.  Looking at the only friend in their group that used to be fatter than her, until this past Saturday, Jessie complained, “I’m not like Betty.”

        “Excuse me?”  Betty perked up, while Jessie rolled her eyes and drank her water.

        “It’s true,” Juanita hummed allowing Jessie to change the subject, “You’re on your way to being camper of the year.  What’s your secret?”

        “I’ve got no secret!”  Betty blushed not wanting to risk being found out.

        “You must,” Allison disagreed.  The tall, tanned Italian had known Betty longer than everyone else.  She could sense when Betty was hiding something, and she certainly was.  Doing her best detective impression, Allison accused, “You buy more contraband than any of us, but it seems like the pounds are just melting off you this summer.  How does that make sense?”

        “Oh, come on, not you too.”  Betty sighed feeling ganged up upon.

        “C’mon what’s your secret???”  Jessie begged, as she dug her hand into her pocket and pulled out an unwrapped candy bar.

        “Come on, don’t eat that here,” Betty complained since they were all standing out in the open, “Amber’s gonna catch you!”

        “It will melt if I don’t eat it now!”  Jessie justified, as she began to unwrap her snack.  Thoughts of munching on her sugary treat were the only thing keeping her going back when she was running that horrible obstacle course.

        Unable to understand Jessie’s thought process, Juanita asked, “Why’d you bring a snickers bar to the obstacle course?”

        “I call it post workout recovery.”  Jessie joked, as she joyously took a small bite of her chocolaty treat.  She wanted to savor the taste of freedom as long as she could.

        “Hide it!”  Allison coughed.  She noticed Amber glance in their direction.

        “Why?  It’s sooo good.”  Jessie complained, while she took another small bite.

        Spotting the infraction, Amber loudly barked, “Cooooo-PERRR!”

        “Caught red handed.”  Juanita teased, while Jessie looked frozen in fear.

        The horrified camper watched in terror as her tormentor angerly stomped over toward her.  Counselor Cullins made her feel terrible about herself day in and day out.  She didn’t want to imagine the things she’d say to her now…  The last thing she wanted was to be chewed out by Amber in front of everyone again.

        “Caught chocolate handed.”  Betty corrected making a dumb joke in an attempt to lift Jessie’s spirits.

        “That’s racist.”  Jessie managed to tease despite the unsettling feeling spiraling out of control within the nervous depths of her fat stomach.  

        “Ugh!  I didn’t mean it like that!”  Betty blushed completely embarrassed.

        Seeing the panic on her friend’s face made Jessie feel slightly better about the storm coming her way.  Letting Betty off the hook, Jessie smiled, “I know, but you should have seen your face.”

        Betty was about to laugh, but Amber’s arrival made her pause.

        “Cooper!  Drop it!”  Amber authoritatively yelled, as her degrading tone really hit Jessie hard this time.

        Amber had once been the spitting image of perfection and Jessie had rationalized weeks ago that if she just listened to the skinny blonde, eventually she might look as perfect as Amber did.  Yet now, the counselor standing in front of her didn’t look quite so perfect.  She looked soft, had a bit of a gut, and was clearly gaining weight every week.  So, what was the point of letting Amber boss her around if she was just going to be mean to her?

        Officially fed up with the bully standing in front of her.  Jessie realized the only thing intimidating about Amber now was the bark of her shrill drill-sergeant voice.  Finding some resolve for the first time all summer, something snapped within Jessie and she stuck up for herself, “Don’t talk to me like I’m a dog!”

        Allison, Juanita, Betty and even Amber were all stunned for a moment.

        

        “H-Hand it over!”  Amber stuttered, while she seemed to regain her authoritative voice.  Jessie never talked back to her like that…  Heck, nobody talked back to her like that.  Amber’s eyes narrowed and she decided to make an example of Jessie.  Stomping her foot and holding out her hand, Amber demanded, “Now!”

        “No!  Not until you ask me nicely!”  Jessie snapped back.

        Ignoring Jessie’s protest, Amber grabbed onto the melty chocolate bar and tried to wrestle the candy from her delinquent camper.

        “No!”  Jessie cried, as she tried desperately to hold onto her tiny taste of freedom.

        “This much sugar isn’t good for you!  Now let go!”  Amber grunted, as she tightened her grip on the candy bar, accidentally sending it flying out of the wrapper and onto the ground.

        “Aww c’mon!!”  Jessie practically sobbed, while she pouted in frustration.  If her pudgy hands hadn’t have been so sweaty, she was certain she’d have been able to wrestle her chocolate out of the snooty blonde’s hands.

        “Good,” Amber sighed, as she bent over and picked up the half-eaten candy bar.  Betty noticed, with satisfaction, the way Amber’s belly bunched into a few little rolls of fat as she did.  Not aware of Betty’s prying eyes, Amber continued talking to Jessie, “I’ll dispose of this, so you won’t be tempted to eat anymore of it.”

        “Are you serious?  I’m not going to eat any more of it.  It fell on the grass!”  Jessie grunted in irritation.  She knew she was in trouble at this point.  In for a penny in for a pound.

        Giving Jessie her best stink-eye, Amber snobbishly asserted, “When has a fatty like you ever let the ground get between her and a good bite of food?”

        Jessie couldn’t muster a response.  Her rage boiled.  She wanted to explode on Amber, but a shredded desire for self-preservation made her bite her tongue.

        Continuing, Amber said, “This is the second time in two weeks that I’ve caught you with contraband, where do you keep getting this junk?”

        “I’ll never tell you.”  Jessie swore, while she pursed her lips with hatred.

         “If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine,” Amber shrugged, “you’ll just have to run the obstacle course one more time.  Now get your big rear in gear!”

        “Ugh…  Right now?”  Jessie pouted wishing for more of a rest.

        “Yeah, right now.  Did I stutter?”  Amber barked showing no mercy.  She was intent on getting her cabin back on track this week.  She wasn’t going to let a silly thing like her camper’s feelings get in the way.

        Defeated, Jessie muttered under her breath a little too loudly, “I think I liked you better when you were skinny.”

        Hearing this, Amber appeared to lose her composure.  Her ego couldn’t take it.  Getting in Jessie’s face, Amber snapped, “W-What did I just hear you say?  S-so I put on a few pounds… So what??  It’s mostly muscle, and muscle weighs more than fat!  You just earned yourself another two laps on the obstacle course!  You fat twerp!”

        The prospect of running three laps as punishment was akin to a death sentence for Jessie.  Seeing that she had nothing to lose, Jessie cast her filter aside and let the fireworks fly, “Fat twerp??  Look who’s talking!  You really think you can pull off a crop top with that bubble gut of yours??”

        Shocked into momentary silence, Amber’s hands hurried to cover her midsection and the insecure thoughts took over once again, ‘Stupid doughy tummy.. I’ve gotten so soft…’

        Feeling an uncontrolled anger with the extra weight her body was relentlessly gaining, Amber yelled, “Shut it!  You can’t pull off any clothes with that fat ass body type of yours!”

        “Oh, you’re right,” Jessie snapped back, “I can’t pull any clothes off, that’s why I get your boyfriend to pull them off for me whenever you’re not looking!”

        Amber’s thoughts immediately went to Aaron.  She’d turned down hanging out with him yet again this week out of fear of what he’d say if he realized she’d fattened up so much.  Letting her vindictive emotions take control, Amber’s tone truly turned vengeful, “Wow Cooper, what a terrific coping mechanism for your obesity!  Using my boyfriend as a means to fabricate a witty response to the fact that your body has swollen up with enough fat and grease to cook and deep fry an entire cow!  Perhaps one day, when you are sitting in a doctor’s office being chastised for your reckless weight gain, I can come up with a catch-phrase as well-rehearsed as yours, until then I guess I’ll enjoy my flexibility and healthy look while you enjoy a double portion of fried ice cream!”

        “Don’t take your insecurities out on me just because your genetics are starting to fail you!”  Jessie started to cry, as Betty stepped in and put her arm around her.

        “Don’t forget, genetics only load the gun Jessie.  Remember?  Habits pull the trigger.”  Betty explained trying to take Amber’s wrath off of her.

        “Ugh!  I don’t know what you think you’re insinuating Betty, I run five miles every morning while your fat butt is sleeping,” Amber paused for an instant, as she tried to get control of her fury, “but it sounds like you want to keep Jessie company on her extra laps.  That’s okay.  Five laps!  Each of you!  Now!”

        Knowing better than to continue this confrontation, Betty did as Amber said and ushered Jessie toward the obstacle course.

        Allison had watched what transpired and was astounded that Betty hadn’t done more to antagonize the counselor she hated above anyone else.  In fact, it had been weeks since Betty had really gotten on Amber’s case.  Something strange was going on and Allison was curious to find out what.

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Part 27; Thursday, Camp Manitowash; Day 48

        Stacey looked up from her iPod just in time to see Betty waddling by.

        “Hey Betty, hold up a sec.”

        Appearing surprised, Betty stopped, looked both ways to make sure the coast was clear, and then headed over toward her secret junk food supplier who was chilling on the steps of the camp’s supply building.  She wondered what the bottom-heavy brunette wanted with her, knowing the woman’s entrepreneurial spirit, it was probably something concerning how Betty had come up a little short on her payment for last week’s contraband delivery.  The cost of fattening Amber up every night was growing faster than the bratty blonde was.

        “What’s up?”  Betty sighed wanting to make this quick.  She was supposed to meet up with Allison at the cabin for free period.

        Sliding her iPod into her back pocket, Stacey picked up a box and trotted down the steps.

        “You headin’ back to nine?”  She asked handing the box over and adding, “Give this to Allison will ya?”

        Betty looked curiously at the box.  On all sides, the logo for ‘Silkysoft’ toilet paper was printed, along with ‘48 ct.’  A shake, however, confirmed her suspicions as various crinkles and rustles could be heard from within.

        ‘Contraband.  Definitely contraband.’  Betty reasoned.  Still, a little mischief was in order…

        “I don’t know, Allison seems pretty regular to me.”  She quipped, trying to keep a straight face.

        Stacey’s flabbergasted expression conveyed her disbelief, “It’s junk food you idiot.  From your last order.”

        Stacey never was the brightest bulb on the tree.  Betty resisted the urge to roll her eyes, “Ohh.  Okay, I’ll give it to her.”

        “Speaking of that last order,” Stacey hummed, “I need the rest of what you owe me.  Tonight.”

        “Tonight?”  Betty sighed, while she thought, ‘That’s going to be a problem…’

        “Yeah, tonight.  I’m trying to preorder some expensive tickets for a concert in August.  Is that a problem?”  Stacey questioned, as if reading Betty’s mind.

        “No.  I’ll get you your money.  Don’t you worry.”   Betty assured her.  Maybe she could convince one of her friends to loan her some cash.

        “Thanks.”  Stacey smiled, as she glanced down at Betty’s belly and then tilted her gaze back toward her partner in crime’s face, “Hey, I’ve got some extra Ho Ho’s inside if you’d like.  Been buying in bulk, you know?”

        Ho Ho’s had always been Betty’s weakness.

        Seeing the conflict on Betty’s face, Stacey pressed, “They’re on the house.  For being such a good business partner.”

        “No thanks.  Umm, I’m not hungry.”  Betty lied.

        Stacey’s expression said it all; she didn’t believe a word that just came out of the fat camper’s mouth.

        “Okay.  Well, if you change your mind you can always come back.”  Stacey said pensively.

        Nothing was ever ‘free.’  Not with Stacey.  Betty wanted to end the conversation, so she quickly muttered, “Okay.  Will do.”

        Betty moved to leave, but, something about Stacey’s expression hinted she wasn’t done.

        “Betty?”  Stacey asked in an earnest tone.

        “Yeah.”  Betty gulped.

        “What’s your secret?”

        Betty shifted the box in her hands, before cautiously muttering, “W-what do you mean?”

        “Well, you’ve bought more from me than anyone else has.  Way more.  And somehow you won the weekly achievement award last Saturday?  What gives?”  Stacey gently demanded to know.

         Betty stood dumbfounded.  She couldn’t tell Stacey the truth, not when her revenge against Amber was going so well!

         Seeing guilt and fear on Betty’s face, Stacey assumed her suspicions were correct.  Betty was a go-getter, Stacey respected her for that, but she needed to put her lucrative business partner back in her place.

        Sounding tough, Stacey made her accusation, “You aren’t taking what I’m selling to you and reselling it to other cabins are you?!  That wasn’t our deal!”

        Betty felt like she’d just dodged a bullet.

        “I’ll be honest.  That’s exactly what I’ve been doing, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”  Betty lied figuring it was better to play along than come clean about fattening up Amber.

        Seeming to buy it, Stacey sighed, “Well, I appreciate your honesty.”

        “Are we still cool?”  Betty questioned trying to play it off like she was being apologetic.

        “We’re cool, after all, you need me, and I need you.”  Stacey mused, as she poked Betty right in her doughy gut and added, “However.  I’ll be needing 50% of all your profits.  Does that sound like a fair price of forgiveness?”

        Knowing she didn’t have the money, yet having nothing to bargain with, Betty had no other choice, “Yeah, sounds fair to me.”

        She was going to have to get someone to loan her the money, it was her only hope…

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Part 28; Thursday, Camp Manitowash; Day 48

        Pleading her case to her closest friend, Betty reiterated, “Listen, I really need the money to smooth things over with my supplier!  If she doesn’t get paid, there isn’t going to be anymore contraband for anyone!”  

        “Not unless you tell me what’s been going on with you.”  Allison held firm, as she opened the box of contraband Betty had just delivered to her.

         “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”  Betty huffed.  She was tired of all this suspicion being thrown at her this week from seemingly everyone.

         “Yes, you do!”  Allison grunted, “Stop playing dumb!”

        Glancing around the cabin to check that it was indeed still empty, Betty responded a little more forcefully, “I’m not playing dumb!”

         “So, you’re saying you’re just naturally dumb?”  Allison teased, while she opened a pack of peanut M&M’s.  Betty’s attempts to bluff her way out of spilling the beans were turning pathetic.

        “I’m not saying that!”  Betty growled hoping desperately to get control of the conversation.

         “Betty!  You can trust me!”  Allison urged, as she popped a few chocolaty morsels into her mouth and muttered, “I know something is going on.  You can tell me!”

        Betty let out a big sigh.

        Perhaps the jig was up.  She didn’t see any other way to come up with the money Stacey was demanding of her.  Telling Allison and getting her on board was the only way Betty knew she could continue financing her revenge against Amber.  Besides, Allison came from a very wealthy family and she was her best friend.  It was worth a shot.

        “If you can’t trust me, who can you trust?”  Allison echoed in response to Betty’s continued silence.

         “And you’ll loan me the money if I tell you?”  Betty asked wanting assurance.

        Nodding, Allison responded, “Sure.  No problem.”

         “Okay…”  Betty relented, “You might wanna sit down for this.”

…

        Allison sat there on her bunk staring slack-jawed at Betty as her longtime friend recanted the tale of her innocent practical joke turned revenge conspiracy.  What Betty told her just couldn’t be possible.

        “No freaking way.”  Allison managed to say once Betty got done confessing the last of it.

        Betty merely nodded while smiling mischievously.  To fill the silence, Betty then tossed Allison a package of Reese’s cups from the box she’d collected from Stacey.  Forgetting her shock, the chubby Allison tore into her favorite snack… if anything to give herself a chance to wrap her head around all she’d just heard.

        ‘This is wrong on sooo many levels’ she thought, savoring a rather large bite of the chocolatey peanut butter heaven.  Additional thoughts ranging from telling Amber, reporting the incident to Pack Leader, to just getting her friend to stop all waged war inside her brain.

        Somewhere between the second or third Reese’s cup Allison plopped into her mouth, other factors began stirring into the mix; namely memories of how terribly Amber had treated her in the past.  Allison recalled all the comments the conceited counselor had made about her body, or her poor performance on the obstacle course.

        Betty meanwhile merely sat silently letting her friend stew on the matter.  At first, she grew concerned at the worried expression on Allison’s face, but soon it became obvious the girl was warming to the idea.  Throwing caution to the wind, Betty decided to take things one step further;

        “If only there was a way to stop Amber from going on her morning runs.”

        Allison looked Betty in the eye while sucking remnants of chocolate off her fingers.  The aura of excitement proved contagious.

        ‘Sleeping in from now on would sure feel good’ she reasoned, especially compared to the crack of dawn rousting’s the demanding blonde was famous for.  Then there was the realization of what a few weeks of reduced activity could do to Amber’s already overloaded diet.  If everything Betty had told her was true, it was a wonder the snide counselor’s metabolism had held up as well as it did.

        “I think I have an idea.”  Allison replied, finally, with a twinkle in her eye.

        Betty visibly perked up in relief, “Do tell!”

        With a grunt, Allison hoisted herself up off the mattress then went to her suitcase.  After rummaging around inside for a few moments, her toiletry bag emerged.  From it was removed a small bottle.  She tossed it to Betty with a grin.

        “Remember my anxiety attacks?”

        Betty caught the bottle.  Her eyes took in the familiar label of the sleeping pills as Allison continued;

        “I couldn’t sleep for sh*t last year when my parents separated.”

        How could Betty forget?  Seeing her friend so torn up had been heartbreaking.  Even now she could see the traces of pain in Allison’s face.  Trying to be considerate, Betty said, “Well, at least they’re back together again.  That’s the important thing.”

        Allison nodded and smiled, “Yeah, I think it took them being apart to finally realize what they had.”

        A brief uncomfortable silence filled cabin nine before Allison revealed her plan, “Anyway, remember the sleep-over we had with Meredith and Janna?”

        Betty’s brows scrunched up in thought, “Oh.  You mean when we dyed Janna’s hair and dressed her up as a Goth?”

        “That’s the one.”  Allison nodded smiling.

         Images of Janna’s suddenly jet-black tresses and long black nails filled both girl’s minds.

        “I didn’t get to bed till at least four that night!  Taking the pill so late had my ass dragging all morning.”  Allison explained.

        Betty looked at the bottle again with a new light.

        “If we could give Amber a dose at 3 or 4 a.m. she’d be too wiped out to run.”  Allison added with a grin.

        “That would work.”  Betty mused, “But I’m tired enough as it is feeding our little piggy...”

        Betty’s reference brought an even bigger smile to Allison’s face.

        Betty continued, “I don’t think I could handle staying up that late.  And I know there’s no way your lazy ass will be getting out of bed.”

        “I love you too Betty.”  Allison replied, itching her nose with her middle finger, while she thought, ‘Hmmm… She’s right though.’

        “I’ll do it!”  Came an exuberant and unexpected voice from across the room.

[greinskyn]

What wonderful images!  I can just see Amber barking orders and hurling insults with her tummy and ass jiggling.

Seeing Jenny stand up for herself now that Amber is more of an equal than an example is a great turn of events.  I'm sure others took notice.

I was wondering when the gain would reach her chest.  In addition to the extra movement, there must be some serious muffin top action going on.

Allison's conflict of conscience over revenge played out nicely.

Very well done. 

[greinskyn]

Is it only me... or did anyone else picture Betty feeding Amber that candy bar Jenny had dropped?

IDK, maybe people would feel horrified by that image, but I got a real kick picturing her savoring it in her sleep.

Anyone else remember those 650 calorie muffins?  What a diet bomb.

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On 7/6/2021 at 6:24 PM, greinskyn said:

What wonderful images!  I can just see Amber barking orders and hurling insults with her tummy and ass jiggling.

Seeing Jenny stand up for herself now that Amber is more of an equal than an example is a great turn of events.  I'm sure others took notice.

I was wondering when the gain would reach her chest.  In addition to the extra movement, there must be some serious muffin top action going on.

Allison's conflict of conscience over revenge played out nicely.

Very well done. 

Thank you!

On 7/7/2021 at 6:58 PM, greinskyn said:

Is it only me... or did anyone else picture Betty feeding Amber that candy bar Jenny had dropped?

IDK, maybe people would feel horrified by that image, but I got a real kick picturing her savoring it in her sleep.

Anyone else remember those 650 calorie muffins?  What a diet bomb.

I actually wrote a draft of Betty feeding Amber that candy bar, but I thought it was going too far so I deleted it.  I honestly think it is a worthy headcannon for people who want to imagine it. Heck, Betty probably did feed it to her, we just don't have a scene of it playing out.

 

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Part 29; Saturday Evening, Camp Manitowash; Day 50

        “Get off your big butts and quit lazing about!  Do something active outside or else it’s laps around the softball field when I get back!”  Amber threatened some of her cabin nine chubbettes who were just sitting around playing cards, as she hurried out the front door of the cabin and began to reluctantly trudge in the direction of Pack Leader’s cottage.  

        Her Aunt’s summer residence was mostly for show, it appeared modest in size but looked very scenic to the eyes.  It was the first building people passed on their way into the campgrounds overlooking the far side of Toe Wash.  The last time Amber had been inside the place was back when her family used to spend a weekend vacationing there over the summer, which begged the question:

        ‘Why did she insist I meet her at the cottage instead of her office?’

        With a growing sense of dread, Amber figured it probably had something to do with how disastrous the weigh-in had been earlier.  Not only had cabin nine officially fallen behind Sally’s cabin in total loses, but Stacey’s cabin was on pace to knock cabin nine into third place in a few weeks’ time.  However, that wasn’t even the worst of it…

        It was genuinely undeniable.

        Outgrowing nearly all of her clothes hammered the point home.  Amber couldn’t hide it like she used to.  Her body had gotten softer seemingly everywhere she looked.  She could even feel herself jiggle at this point.

        She was bigger than she used to be.

        ‘In fact, I am, for the first time in my life, overweight…’ The downtrodden blonde embarrassingly conceded to herself.

        According to her BMI she was only overweight by the slightest of margins, but that didn’t matter to Amber.  She wasn’t thin, she wasn’t skinny, she wasn’t a healthy weight, she was overweight.

        The embarrassment and humiliation of having her rising weight broadcast so publicly was one thing Amber had yet to adjust too.  She’d nearly fainted again when she’d gazed upon her inflated weight earlier.  Yet conceding to herself that she’d become overweight was another beast altogether.

        It was an odd status to have to admit to oneself.  It wasn’t like it was something she’d worked hard to achieve, like her counselor position at camp, in fact she’d done everything in her power to avoid the distinction of being overweight.  Her spirit still seethed and bristled with the urge to undo the damage that had been done to her figure this summer, but it seemed that this week her body had finally given up the fight.  She hadn’t even been able to summon enough energy to roll out of bed and force herself to run these last few days.

        ‘Is it because I’m bigger?’  Amber thought to herself in a morbid sort of curiosity, while she trudged along.

        Her tummy felt softer to the touch, almost doughy, her love handles… eww...  Her love handles had grown more pronounced; she could feel them jiggling ever-so-slightly while she walked.  Her newly purchased camp Manitowash t-shirt, size medium, couldn’t conceal the excess pooch of fat she now sported around her waist.  She’d grown an undeniable spare tire for all to see.  Sucking it in didn’t make it fully go away anymore.

        Her boobs felt equally swollen, she had to start doubling up on sports bras during the day to keep them under control.  None of her regular bras fit anymore, so she couldn’t even show off the only positive part of her body’s precipitous expansion.

        Then there was her lower body.  She could feel her thighs rub together more than they used to as she trudged along in her overly tight pair of black yoga pants.  They were the only pants that fit her anymore.  Even if her gut would have allowed her to button any of her tight pairs of showy jean shorts, her hips had grown slightly too wide to even tug them up all the way over her butt.

        Speaking of her butt, the two orbs of chunk jiggling behind her had gotten a bit too thick and meaty for her old pairs of running shorts.  She could still squeeze some of them on, but she could hardly move in them without worrying about ripping them at the seams.  The last thing Amber wanted was to endure a wardrobe malfunction in front of her campers.  Those petty fatties would never let her live it down.

        Finally arriving at the door to her Aunt’s cottage, Amber cautiously opened it, without knocking, and called out, “Aunt Sandy?  I’m here.”

        Her Aunt’s voice echoed back, “I’m in the den Amber.  Come in.”

        Hesitantly inching her way toward the back of homey cottage, Amber muttered, “You wanted to see me?”

        Standing up and walking over to greet her niece face to face, the Pack Leader corrected sternly, “I wanted to see you lose weight this week Amber.  Instead.  You gained seven pounds??  What are you doing over there in cabin nine?  Having a food orgy every night?”

        “I’m not eating any more than I usually do…” Amber pouted in a defeated tone.  She unconsciously pursed her lips and kept eye contact despite tilting her head more toward the ground.

        Not looking convinced by Amber’s pathetic display, her Aunt accused, “Don’t lie to me.  I saw you up on the scale today.  At first, I was so embarrassed for you, but nobody just gains so much weight accidentally.  What is going on with you?”

        “I don’t know what’s going on with me…”  The bloated looking blonde weakly emphasized with a shrug.

        “I heard a rumor going around, you don’t think…”  Her Aunt began.

        “I’m not pregnant!”  Amber pouted, tired of that accusation, “I have no idea who started that rumor!”

        Gritting her teeth, the Pack Leader accused, “Your growing gut started the rumor Amber.  Don’t blame me for being concerned.  Have you taken a test?”

        “No.”  Amber muttered.  Her cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment.

        “Then how do you know?”

        Silenced by her Aunt’s lack of trust in her, Amber regrouped and managed to utter, “The last time I had… umm…”

         “Sex?”  Her Aunt sought to clarify.

        Nodding, Amber continued, “Was at the beginning of February.  I’m pretty sure I would know if I was six months pregnant.  I don’t feel pregnant.”

        “Lift up your shirt.”  Her Aunt ordered looking unconvinced.

        “W-what Aunt Sandy!?”  Amber stuttered taking a step backward and unconsciously bringing her hands up to protect her soft and slightly puffy midsection.

        “You heard me.”  The Pack Leader growled, as Amber got the message.

        “Okay…”  Amber murmured, while she slowly rolled up her shirt and gave her Aunt a good look of how fat her gut had gotten.

        “Don’t suck in!”  Her Aunt warned harshly.

        “Okay!”  Amber yelped, as she let her stomach ooze outward freely, she hadn’t even realized she’d been sucking in, yet now that she wasn’t, she could tell that it was a big difference.

        It looked like her pudge was trying to swallow up her navel ring…  Her tummy poked out so much she could hardly still see its glimmer.

        ‘Eww…  I look so gross…’  Amber thought to herself, while butterflies began to rise in her soft tummy.

        She noticed her Aunt was reaching to touch her belly!  The embarrassed blonde wanted to dart away, but she remained frozen in fear, as her Aunt’s hands began to poke and prod the source of Amber’s shame.

        “I suppose your stomach doesn’t feel pregnant… just softer and a bit fatter.”  Her Aunt coldly mused, while she stopped pinching and prodding her nieces’ pudgy gut and continued, “Still, are you telling me the truth?  You haven’t been having sexual relations with your new boyfriend?”

        “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”  Amber nearly yelped in alarm.  She was so frazzled she was still holding her shirt up and letting her little potbelly hang out.

        “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid Amber.  I know everything that goes on inside MY camp.”  Her Aunt grunted almost sounding offended.  Briefly pinching her niece’s pudgy love handles in disgust, she emphasized, “Everything.”

        Quickly rolling her shirt down in response, Amber blushed and played dumb, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

        “Really?  That a fact?”  The shrill sounding woman spat, “Aaron Miller doesn’t ring a bell?”

        Amber frantically clenched her fists together and stood her ground, “Aaron and I aren’t dating, it would be against camp rules for two counselors to date.  He’s just a good friend.”

        Striking a threatening tone, her Aunt responded without hesitation, “I don’t want you sneaking off alone with him anymore.  Otherwise, don’t expect a job here next summer.”  

        “What???  Aunt Sandy!  T-that’s not fair!”  Amber pouted in a fearful frustration.  Part of her wanted to cry from the unfairness of it all.

        “I told you there would be consequences if you didn’t get your act together this week and lose some weight!”  The camp matriarch growled at her insubordinate counselor.

         “I’m trying as hard as I can!  I’ve been running almost every morning!”

        “Almost?”  Her Aunt echoed curiously.

        “Yeah, these last few days I’ve… umm… I don’t know what’s going on, I’ve hardly had any energy this week.”  Amber revealed a bit ashamed by her struggles.

        Crossing her hands and thinking for a moment, the Pack Leader responded in a more composed tone, “You are sure you haven’t been eating more than usual?”  

        “Yes, I’m sure.”  Amber quickly nodded her head.  She blushed, feeling the way her tummy jiggled a bit from the commotion.

        “Nobody just gains so much weight magically Amber.  Although…  I suppose… if what you’re telling me is true, it’s possible you might be having a medical issue…  Your mother’s side of the family has a history of thyroid problems…  Maybe something’s going on with your thyroid.”  The Pack Leader’s tone softened further, as she speculated.  She really wanted to believe her niece.  There was only one way they could know for sure…

        “My thyroid?”  Amber echoed nervously.  Her mother had never mentioned anything about thyroid problems.

        “Text your sister.  Right now.”  Her Aunt ordered, “See if she can squeeze you in for a check-up this week.”

        “Why can’t I see my normal doctor?”  Amber protested, as she obediently pulled out her phone and saw she’d missed a few texts from Aaron.

        “Because your sister will get you an appointment faster.”  She reasoned.

        “Fine…”  Amber huffed, while she quickly sent her sister a text asking for an appointment next week.

        “And the day you visit her, I want you to take a pregnancy test.”

        “Come on!  I’m not pregnant Aunt Sandy, I can’t be.”  Amber argued, but her Aunt wasn’t having it.

        Replying in a parental tone, she dismissed Amber’s protest with a terse, “Just do it.  So, I don’t have to worry.”

        “Fine…”  Amber conceded, as her phone buzzed with a response from her older sister.

        “What did Abby say?”

        “Umm…”  Amber hesitated, as she looked over the dates and times her sister had sent her.  It looked like she was pretty free on Wednesday…  although she did have a slot open on Saturday…  Getting a selfish idea, Amber lied, “She said she’s full up this week, except she has an opening next Saturday.”

        “Great.  Next Saturday, have Abby figure out if something’s wrong with you.”  Her Aunt said, while she nodded her head approvingly.

        ‘Well, at least I can get out of having to weigh myself in front of everyone next week…  And it’ll give me two weeks to drop some weight…  That’s not bad.’  Amber thought optimistically to herself.

        “Until then,” The Pack Leader added, “Please wear clothes that actually fully cover yourself, you are definitely not a good example of fitness at the moment.”

        Dropping her jaw in response, Amber whined with embarrassment, “But these clothes are all that fit me right now…”

        “Then come here.”  Her Aunt bellowed, as she herded Amber over to the hallway closet.

        Amber watched, while her Aunt grabbed what appeared to be an old hoodie off a coat hanger and handed it to her.  It had the old camp Manitowash logo on it.  The dang thing had to be over ten years old!

        “Whose is this?”  Amber wondered; the hoodie was a large…  It couldn’t belong to her Aunt.

        “It was your sister’s when she was your age.”  The Pack Leader revealed, as Amber inadvertently blushed in response.  Seeing the embarrassment in her niece’s face, Sandy urged, “Try it on.”  

        Not protesting, Amber silently threw the thing into place and tugged it down over her head.  She praised high heavens that her sister’s hoodie was still quite loose around her chest and midsection.  If the material had been tight in those places, Amber might have had a meltdown.  The hoodie was actually pretty comfortable despite its age.  It felt like the hoodies she used to steal from her ex-boyfriend on cold nights.

        “Looks like the material has shrunk over the years, but at least it covers that gut.”  Her Aunt noted, as she eyed, with worry, the way the large hoodie covered Amber’s hips and butt rather tightly.

        Amber was beginning to resemble what her older sister looked like at that age…

        Shaking the worry from her mind, the camp matriarch continued, “And don’t worry about hurrying back Saturday.  Take the day off, come back Sunday.  Maybe go shopping, buy yourself some clothes that fit.  I’ll have someone else pick up your slack while you’re away.”

        “Understood.”  Amber gulped, while she pondered heading into the bathroom to check herself out in the mirror.

        “And Amber?”  Her Aunt added.

        “Yeah?”  Amber hummed, as she tugged the hoodie downward to keep it from rising upward from her butt.

        “Remember, I don’t want you sneaking around with Aaron Miller anymore.”

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Part 30; Saturday Evening, Camp Manitowash; Day 50

        ‘Aunt Sandy’s not the boss of me!  I mean, she IS my boss… but she’s not the boss of me!  Who I choose to date is none of her business!’ Amber fumed internally to herself, while she slowly trudged back into camp.

        A lot of negative feelings were boiling within the bloated blonde.  Her usual outlet for such feelings, exercise, was unavailable.  The sun was setting and even if there was enough light out to run safely, Amber didn’t have the energy.  She felt exhausted just from enduring the long walk back into camp.

        It probably didn’t help that she was still wearing her sister’s old hoodie.  The July heat ensured that Amber was already sweating like a pig under its concealing material.  Yet, the snide and overbearing camp counselor decided it was better to sweat out her bodyweight in water than be seen by anyone with her stomach looking so soft and bloated.

        “Hey Amber!  Wait up!”  A charming voice called out and stopped Amber in her tracks.

        Turning to the sound of Aaron’s voice, Amber was treated to a heavenly sight.  Clad in just a pair of burnt orange swim-trunks, Aaron’s well-muscled form jogged easily across the square towards her.

        A stray thought barely registered in Amber’s mind, ‘He must be coming back from the lake.’

        She was too taken with the way the dwindling sunlight glimmered off his sunscreen to think of much else.  Somehow it made the golden tan he’d acquired this summer even more delicious.

        ‘Can this really be that same scrawny kid that’s been crushing on me the last three years?’

        It certainly didn’t seem possible.  Yet there was no mistaking Aaron’s shockingly blue eyes or that careless mop of sandy hair.  Neither of which caught Amber’s eye in years past, but now, attached to this muscular Adonis, she couldn’t think of anything sexier.

        Aaron came to a stop just inside what many would consider ‘personal space.’  The effect made his aura even more overwhelming.

        “Cat got your tongue?”  He joked, smiling down at her sweetly.

        Amber was indeed speechless and several seconds passed before she choked out a flirty answer, “Just enjoying the scenery.”

        The hungry twinkle in the angelic blonde’s eyes made Aaron chuckle nervously at the implication…

        ‘Dude You’re such an idiot,’ he thought to himself, as he did a mental slap to the forehead at his less than studly reaction.

        Having a sexy woman, heck any woman, show interest in him was still a relatively new experience.  Not that he had to worry.  Amber’s body language conveyed nothing but interest.  Sensing this, Aaron’s own tongue tied in knots;

        “I’m… Um… heading back from the beach.”

        “Mhh-hmm, talk about stating the obvious.”  Amber giggled, somehow even more turned on by the young man’s sudden lack of confidence.

        She loved how her beauty could turn a seemingly confident guy like Aaron to butter.  The way his eyes flitted uncertainly about, dipping to check her out, then bouncing back up again, proved to be an intoxicating aphrodisiac.  Amber felt her heat beginning to rise.  And right now her shattered ego needed the boost.

        “Haha, yeahhh…”  Aaron hummed, as part of him internally wondered why Amber had chosen to cover her beautiful body with an oversized hoodie in the middle of the summer.  How he longed to see her alluring feminine features clad in her red bikini once again…  Trying to make that yearning a reality, Aaron continued, “Suh… so, you want to meet me at the docks sometime tomorrow?  It’s been a while since we raced to our island for some… privacy.”

        So caught up was Amber in the moment, she almost nodded.

        Then reality crashed the party as she felt the tickle of her tummy brushing her hoodie.  It was a disturbing sensation to experience in front of her crush, one which sent her self-image plummeting.  Amber sucked-in to compensate, but did so a bit too abruptly,

        ‘Please tell me he didn’t just notice that,’ she thought horrified.  Her mind struggled to come up with an excuse, “I don’t know if tomorrow’s a good idea…”

        Before she could answer, Aaron put a hand on her sweaty forehead, “Are you, feeling okay?  You’re burning up.”

         “I…  I’m actually feeling a little under the weather.”  Amber lied, while the feel of Aaron touching her sent yearning chills down her spine.

        ‘I guess that explains the hoodie in the middle of summer…’  Aaron thought to himself.

        Seeing the disappointment on Aaron’s face, Amber burst optimistically, “How about we plan our dock date for when I’m feeling better, maybe… Friday?”

        “I would love that.”  Aaron smiled, as Amber wrapped her clammy hands around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek.

        *Mwah!*

        “See you then.”  Amber cooed, while she quickly pulled away before Aaron could wrap his brawny arms around her and feel how soft she’d become.

        “Just a kiss on the cheek?”  Aaron jokingly complained.

        “I don’t want to get you sick.”  Amber teased, as she paused her retreat for a moment so her horny eyes could observe if she’ d succeeded in turning her summer fling on at all.  Grinning ear to ear and feeling the insecurity within her beginning to melt away, Amber pointed toward her man’s swim trunks and flirtatiously added, “Would you mind wearing those shorts for me on Friday?  I like the way you, fill them out.”

        “Hmm,” Aaron hummed unable to contain his excitement.  Trying to match Amber’s intensity, he replied, “I’ll wear them, as long as you wear that red bikini I love.”

        Amber froze.  Insecurity surged back into the forefront of her troubled mind.

        ‘I outgrew that bikini weeks ago…’

[polarisdreamer]

Part 31; Friday, Camp Manitowash; Day 56

        Amber stood nervously in front of the bathroom mirror.  While taking in her reflection, she kept her ears alert.  She didn’t want anyone entering the counselor’s lounge and stumbling upon her in the women’s bathroom.  Like the other cabins, cabin nine’s bathroom didn’t have any doors, just a ninety degree turn at the entryway to keep unwanted onlookers from peeking in.  For someone craving privacy, it wasn’t ideal.

        ‘At least this bathroom has an old wooden door.’  Amber thought to herself without feeling much relief.

        Paranoid of getting caught, Amber’s eyes darted back to the entrance.  Dressed as she was now, Amber considered any onlooker to be unwanted.

        To think just two short months ago she’d modeled this very bikini in front of her counselor friends Sally and Stacey.

…

        ‘I don’t know.’  She’d said, turning sideways for a profile view, ‘Do you think I should’ve bought the size smaller?’

        Amber, of course, had received her usual shower of accolades.  However, she hadn’t been content to leave things there, she’d nodded to the swimsuit clutched in Stacey’s hand.  Then after a quick but noticeable glance at her rival’s wider hips, she’d asked;

        ‘Aren’t you going to show us yours?  I bet its adorable.’

        It had been so much fun watching Stacey squirm.

…

        Things were much different now.

        ‘I bet if I took a deep breath and pulled my shoulders back, I could snap these straps right off…’  Amber shamefully thought, while gazing at the way her tiny bikini top struggled to constrain her swollen boobs.

        The bloated blonde’s breasts had positively ballooned in size these last few weeks, even her formerly pert nipples felt swollen, it was like her boobs were soaking up the additional fat her body was accumulating like a sponge.  Their extra volume overflowed both under and over the cups of Amber’s bikini.  The realization gave Amber a fleeting conciliatory thought, ‘I must have gone up at least a cup size…’

        However, Amber couldn’t be too happy about it.  With a growing sense of insecurity, she correctly perceived that the increased girth of her breasts made them appear less perky than they had been at the beginning of the summer.  Besides, for all their modest growth, they still had not inflated as fast as her gut.  Amber could hardly look at the way her tummy stuck out over her uncomfortably skintight bikini bottoms.

        ‘I’m getting a muffin top…  Where is all this coming from?’  She thought, reaching down past her swollen chest with both hands to cup her pouchy **-belly.  Amber was amazed at how much she could gather up.  Every week it seemed like there was more fat to grab.

        ‘It’s so squishy,’ she thought, giving her pudgy gut a little shake.  The resulting tremor was too much for her fragile nerves.  Amber yanked her hands away as if the region might be contagious.

        Who knows?  Maybe it was?  Unquestionably the rest of her body was suffering the same fate as her formerly lean stomach, although maybe not quite as quickly.

        Twisting in front of the mirror, Amber traced the fat accumulation around her midsection to her once perfect ass.  As she did this, a roll of fat formed along her rib cage.  Twisting each way in frustration, Amber frowned.  Every time she twisted, her stomach creased, folded and jiggled slightly.  The fact that she could both see and feel it happen made the sensation infinitely more disturbing.  Her tummy was getting so thick, the fat looked like it was gearing up to roll over her belly button.  

        ‘I can’t let Aaron see me like this…’

        Shaking off the horrifying thought, Amber tried to ignore her fears.  Her concern needed to be elsewhere.  Painstakingly squeezing the bottoms of her bikini into place had given her a wedgie like no other, and it was only getting worse every time she moved.  Tilting her booty toward the mirror, an involuntary gasp escaped her mouth as what she saw confirmed her fears;

        “Huh!”

        Amber’s newly enlarged ass had forced the tiny triangle of cloth to resemble a thong.  Desperately she tried to pluck out the wedgie and stretch the material over her butt, but the futile action only succeeded in demonstrating how much larger and softer she’d become down there.  Alongside the increasing lack of tone in her legs, the wider look of her hips and thighs, and the thickened blubber of her formerly rock-solid butt, it looked to Amber like her worst fear was coming true.

        ‘I’m turning into my sister…’

        If her face and arms suffered the same fate as the rest of her body.  She might even start to resemble her mother…

        ‘No!’

        It was too horrifying to even imagine.

        Gazing at her massive rear end in disgust, Amber was unable to contain a shameful thought, ‘These bikini bottoms look like they’re getting a heartier workout than I’ve gotten in quite a while…’

        *Bang!*

        The unexpected sound of something outside the bathroom door made Amber jump.  She heard voices in the counselor’s lounge.  Female voices.

        They seemed to be growing louder.  Forgetting her inspection, Amber gathered up her hoodie and running shorts; just managing to duck into a stall.  No sooner did her door close than two familiar voices could be heard entering the bathroom.

        “But when I offered him the ticket he said no!”

        “Jeez, is this what you dragged me in her for?  Maybe he doesn’t like Taylor Swift!”

        It was Stacey and Sally…

        ‘What are they talking about?’  Amber wondered putting her ear to the stall door.

        “Bite your tongue!  Taylor Swift is god’s gift to humanity!”  Stacey’s voice shrieked, as her energy suddenly dulled and she growled, “It’s because he’s still seeing Amber.”

        ‘They’re talking about Aaron??’

        The bloated blonde’s heartbeat pulsed faster.  Deciding to eavesdrop, she held her breath, quietly rested her plump rump on the toilet seat and hugged her knees so her feet wouldn’t touch the ground and give away her position.  As long as neither of her friends tried to open her stall, she wouldn’t be discovered.

        “Duh, are you surprised?”  Sally responded earnestly, “What did you expect him to do?”

        “I don’t know.”  Stacey fumed, “I expect him to open his eyes and see he is too good for her.  I mean, have you seen Amber lately?  Toe Wash has its first fat counselor.”

        ‘B*tch!’  Amber reactively screamed in her head.

        Her anger was soaring over a sea of shame.  Even though she always knew Stacey was a twofaced friend, Amber couldn’t deny that she was now the heaviest of all the female counselors.  Heck, she was heavier than Stacey and Sally by nearly 20 pounds.  Feeling her bloated belly squished against her thickened thighs while she was hugging her knees, Amber could really feel those extra pounds taunting her…

        “First of all, Amber’s not fat.”  Sally countered.  She’d been considered fat most of her life, and Amber was not there… yet.

        “She’s getting there.”  The bottom-heavy brunette argued.

        “Second of all,” Sally raised her voice to prevent Stacey from talking over her, “I don’t think Aaron’s that superficial.  He’s not going to dump her because she’s put on a few pounds.”

        ‘Amen.’  Amber prayed in a desperate solidarity.  As infuriating as it was to hear Stacey speak about her like this, it was nice to know that Sally’s kind nature wasn’t just a facade she assumed in front of her.  Sally was a true friend.  That counted for something.

        “A few?”  Stacey scoffed, “Her ass makes mine look small!”

        ‘That’s not true!’  Amber’s thoughts echoed loudly in her skull, while she blushed something fierce.

        Continuing, Stacey proclaimed, “Aaron’s problem is that he still looks at Amber through love goggles.”

        “Love goggles?”  Sally echoed not understanding.

        Amber didn’t know what Stacey meant by that either.

        “Like beer goggles, except it’s love blinding him, not alcohol.”  Stacey explained much to Amber’s dismay.

        ‘That’s not true.  That’s not true…’  Amber repeated in her mind, as she felt butterflies rising in the pit of her doughy tummy.  In truth, she didn’t know how Aaron would react to the way her significantly pudgier body filled out her old red bikini, and that made her worried.  Very worried.

        “I don’t think that’s the case.”  Sally sighed, while she paused for a moment and then added cautiously, “Still… I can’t believe she keeps gaining more weight every week.  I mean, I never see her eat much.  Makes you wonder.”

        “I’m wondering where she got that ugly hoodie she’s been wearing everywhere this week.”  Stacey snickered.

        Knowing the one Stacey was referring to, Sally couldn’t resist indulging in some gossip, “I heard she stole it from one of her campers.”

        “Probably did, it’s huge.  Covers her prego belly though.”  Stacey judgmentally expressed.

        Amber couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  Biting her lip, the bloated blonde tried to control her rising temper.  She couldn’t risk exposure, not after everything she’d just overheard.

        “You don’t really think Amber is pregnant, do you?”  Sally wondered.

        “I don’t think Aaron would be that careless.  My bet is that Amber is selling junk food to her campers and can’t resist the temptation of gorging herself on her own supply.  It would explain why cabin nine’s not doing so hot at the weigh-ins anymore.”

        “Amber would never sell junk food to her campers.”  Sally shook her head, “Someone else is bringing the junk into cabin nine.”

        “How would you know?”  Stacey muttered raising an eyebrow.

        Sighing, Sally admitted, “One of Amber’s campers approached me with cash to do it way back at the beginning of summer.  I refused, but… I bet she found someone else to be her supplier.”

        Amber’s ears perked up.

        Stacey’s response echoed the same question on Amber’s mind, “Oh really?  Who was the camper?”

       “I’m not telling you who the camper was.  She was an old friend.”  Sally muttered sounding less confident.

       Thinking back to her time as Sally’s counselor, one troublemaking name popped into Amber’s head, ‘Betty…’

        “Who do you think’s her supplier?”  Stacey replied in an inquisitive tone.

        “I don’t know, maybe a staff member, maybe a counselor.  I don’t know.  It’s not my job to find out.”  Sally shrugged.

        “Fair enough,” Stacey hummed, “So, if Amber’s not prego, or pigging out on her camper’s junk, why do you think she’s blowing up like a balloon this summer?”

        “I don’t know, I’m covering for her tomorrow so she can head to the doctors.  Maybe there’s a medical issue?  If not…”  Sally paused before continuing, “I heard another rumor…  Apparently, one of the campers is part Wiccan.  Whoever it is supposedly cut a lock of Amber’s hair while she slept and made a voodoo doll with it.  Ever since then the camper has been slowly stuffing it with cotton to fatten her up.”

        “Haha, voodoo?”  Stacey laughed.

        ‘Voodoo?’  Amber’s mind echoed, finding the suggestion far from hilarious.  The bloated blonde felt the ends of her hair to see if any of her golden locks were missing.  She wouldn’t put it passed her thankless pack of fatties to try something so outlandish, but voodoo wasn’t real, right?

        ‘I can’t worry myself with pretend nonsense right now…’  Amber thought, focusing herself.

         She had more pressing issues to deal with.  Getting to the bottom of her cabin’s junk food supply was high on her list.  She’d have to have a little chat with Betty soon.  The obese camper hadn’t been causing much trouble recently, but perhaps there was a reason for that.  Even if Betty wasn’t involved in any contraband smuggling scheme, she certainly would know who was.

        However, more importantly, Amber had a date with Aaron a mere hour from now and she certainly wasn’t looking her best in this bikini.  She’d have to think of something fast…

[polarisdreamer]

Part 32; Friday Afternoon, Camp Manitowash; Day 56  

        Lines of worry formed on Aaron’s forehead as his latest scan of the beach failed to show any sign of Amber.

        ‘Please don’t let it be another no-show…’ Aaron sadly thought, wondering where his beautiful sweetheart might be.  However, the young man’s concentration was broken by two voices, spoken in unison, off to the right.

        “Hi Aaron!”

        Turning to the sound, he spotted Jenny and Martina and forced a smile.

        “Hey girls.”

        At his response the two overweight campers giggled amongst each other and continued on their way.  Occasionally one or the other would sneak a peek back, initiating another round of girlish banter.

        ‘Silly girls,’ he thought, shaking his head and trying to make light of the situation.

        To Aaron, this type of attention was still new; even given the frequency he’d experienced it this summer.  And not just from campers either, but from women his age and older.  Earlier today his fellow counselor, Stacey, had offered him an expensive concert ticket, clearly looking for a date.

        Heck, a couple days back, when running an errand in town, several college-age hotties had checked him out as he’d single handedly lifted an old broken kayak off of the groundskeeper’s truck.  A stacked red head had even let out a couple whistles that left Aaron’s cheeks several shades darker than her cinnamon tresses.

       Until his sudden growth spurt, such a woman had never even given him a second thought in return.  The new buff Aaron Miller was another matter altogether.  Yet, after years of being ignored as a scrawny awkward tween, such favorable female attention brought with it a certain temptation.  The temptation to try his luck with a woman like the busty red head.  Though tempting such a prospect was, no woman held a glimmer to his long-time crush.  All vanished from his mind at just one thought of Amber Cullins.

        A flash of shimmering gold caught his eye by the water near the dock.

        ‘There she is!’ Aaron thought, realizing that Amber had dipped into the murky water without him.

        Immediately setting out to meet her, Aaron was completely oblivious to the hungry stares of several females following his path.

        Under the protective cover of the far side of the swimming dock, Amber’s eyes caught a glimpse of her handsome summer suitor.  As he approached along the dock, she prayed submerging herself in the lake’s murky water would be enough to conceal the extent of her considerable weight gain from her lover’s eyes.

        ‘Hopefully he won’t notice…’  Amber’s mind worried, ‘And if he notices…  Hopefully he won’t mind…’

        Pulling away from the dock and treading water, Amber made sure she was just high enough out of the water for her man to get a good look at how her blossoming bust pressed her red bikini top to its limits.  To Amber’s surprise, the first place to capture the attention of Aaron’s eyes weren’t her bloated boobs, but her bright blue eyes.  It was only after a lingering moment that his eyes appeared to wander.

        ‘D*mn she’s beautiful,’ he thought, taking in the way the angelic blonde’s wet hair fell about her face and shoulders.  The loose curls, only slightly darker in their dampened state turned him on as always.  Not that Amber ever believed him no matter how often he’d told her this.  She always thought she looked a complete mess.  ‘If only she knew…’

        “Did you miss me?”  Amber sweetly cooed, as she gently glided her hand across her bountiful cleavage, feeling her shredded confidence beginning to return to her.

        Aaron’s lustful eyes were unable to resist indulging in a peek of what Amber was presenting to him.  Gazing at Amber’s incredibly perky bust was always a…  Actually, maybe it was the way her breasts were floating in the water like that, but Amber’s chest looked huge!  Were his eyes playing tricks on him?

        “You’re staring again.”  Amber chided in jest.

       ‘Busted.  So much for being suave,’ Aaron thought, as he opened his mouth and replied, “I can’t help it.”

        “Hmm, sure you can’t.”  Amber hummed pleased with Aaron’s response.  Beckoning her man to join her in the water, Amber cooed, “You going to keep standing there all day?  Or you going to hop in?”

        Aaron’s response was an impromptu and jubilant cannonball.

        Soaked from his splash, Amber couldn’t help, but let out a healthy laugh, as the two of them inexorably drifted closer together, Aaron felt himself swallowed up by her sparkling eyes. Everything about this girl captivated him; her little nubbin nose, the slight dusting of freckles on her unmade-up cheeks, the cute little dimples deepening as she smiled back…

        ‘Wait.  Where’d those come from?’

        Aaron, who’d practically memorized Amber’s slim features had never seen them before… yet there they were.

        Amber detected the odd, yet curious, change to Aaron’s expression.

        “What are you looking at?”  She asked with a hint of insecurity in her voice.

       The way her expression changed conveyed her growing worry, and compelled Aaron to tell her, “Only at the most beautiful girl in the world.”

        It was the truth…

        Nothing could keep them apart after that moment.  Anxiously their lips locked together as tongues danced and explored.  The heat of Amber’s body proved a stark contrast to Lake Manitowash’s icy waters as their wanting arms pulled each other close.  Aaron could feel the familiar pressure of her breasts pressing against him along with the unfamiliar feel of her tummy down lower.  The latter widened his eyes which had been shut during their kiss.

        Aaron suddenly became hyper-aware.

        He urgently gave Amber’s butt a squeeze.  It was obvious her famous derrière felt wider, thicker, and softer than he remembered.  Much, wider, thicker, and softer.  

        Misreading his action, Amber felt her fire stoke even higher.  She wrapped her legs around Aaron then dug her nails into his back which brought out a startled gasp.

        “Caught ya peeking!”  She taunted with excitement.

        Her eyes fairly swam in delight.

        Amber released her embrace, choosing to cup his slightly stubbled cheeks instead.  Aaron in turn let his hands slowly slide up to her waist.  In the deep, murky water Amber was practically weightless.

        ‘She’s… so soft…’ he thought as a strange sort of trepidation began to creep in.  Unable to help comparing what he felt now to the firm flesh and trim waist he’d ogled for years, and only just recently held, Aaron felt his passions wane.

        Amber felt it too.  The sudden cooling was hard to miss.  Only then did she become aware of where Aaron’s hands were… and what they were doing…

        ‘Omigosh no!’  She could literally feel his fingers sink into the soft chunky pouch of fat gathered around her waist.  The look on his face conveyed a stoic revulsion.  Feeling her heart breaking, Amber couldn’t control her insecure thoughts, ‘He thinks I’m hideous!  I am hideous!  I’ve gotten huge!’

        Aaron felt Amber’s body tense up an instant before she broke free.  The look of shock and horror radiating from her focused him as well as any slap to the face ever could.

        “Amber!  Wait…”  He pleaded.

        But it was too late.

        Amber swam furiously toward the dock.  Though she tried with all her might, her distress ruined her form, leaving her actions clumsy and uncoordinated.  Aaron easily caught up with her just feet shy the dock and halted her escape by placing a hand on her shoulder.

        He simply couldn’t believe that this was the same Amber who he’d spent so much time with toward the beginning of the summer.  Feeling the need to say something, Aaron stammered, “Amber, it’s okay, really.  I don’t care if you got a bit… chubby.”

        The way he said it wouldn’t have convinced anyone.  It was no wonder she shook his hand off her shoulder, and cried, “Let go!”

       Poor girl looked as embarrassed as could be.

        In her desperation, she fumbled her first attempt to heave herself upon the dock and slid back into the water, with an unflatteringly large splash.  As she frantically tried again, Aaron watched Amber’s once thin stomach develop creases…  little chunky folds of fat...  that fully enveloped and obscured her sparkling navel ring from his view.

        Amber had a fat midriff…  Then again, it wasn’t just her gut.  Her breasts looked swollen too.  There was a distinct lack of tone all across Amber’s flailing body, her thighs looked rounder, her hips looked wider, even her face and arms appeared a little fuller… and softer...  He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

        ‘She’s really let herself go…’  He thought wondering how he hadn’t noticed sooner.

        Finally flopping her bloated body upon the dock and stumbling to her feet, Amber clumsily collected her towel and hurried away at top speed.  Aaron eyes couldn’t help, but stare at the way her thickened booty quivered with every step…  the chunky size of it put Stacey’s ass to shame…

        On that thought, Aaron watched in silence, as his girlfriend stormed off.

        Or was she his ex-girlfriend?

[B$fan]

This is an astoundingly good story. 

[greg]

Hope this story isn't finished! 

[>_< 0_0]

Me wondering in bed at night if Amber is gonna figure out what’s going on

[richman92]

16 hours ago, greg said:

Hope this story isn't finished! 

The story is a few episodes ahead on deviantart. If you want you can catch up. Also don't forget to comment and add it to your favorites - @polarisdreamer might feel the heat and start writing it again 😛

5 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

Me wondering in bed at night if Amber is gonna figure out what’s going on

Aren't we all?

[polarisdreamer]

On 7/14/2021 at 6:14 PM, B$fan said:

This is an astoundingly good story. 

Thank you!

23 hours ago, greg said:

Hope this story isn't finished! 

It isn't!

 

11 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

Me wondering in bed at night if Amber is gonna figure out what’s going on

You're gonna have to keep wondering for a while!

[polarisdreamer]

Part 33; Saturday Afternoon, Lanesboro; Day 57

        Amber’s leg was shaking nervously, while she sat in the waiting room of the doctor’s office.  As relieved as she was to escape another humiliating weigh-in at Camp Manitowash, Amber knew she hadn’t really dodged the bullet.  In a few short minutes she’d be forced to get on the scale in front of some nurse before her doctor’s appointment with her sister.

        She couldn’t escape the scale forever.

        Between the stress of her fallout with Aaron, her irritating campers, her ill-fitting clothing, and her growing discomfort about having to be weighed, Amber turned to Facebook as a distraction.  Scrolling through her feed, she saw a mix of photos and posts from her college and high school friends.

        Her college crew were posting pics from their various vacations, scenic photos of nature, selfies at the beach, that sorta thing.  The posts from her high school friends were different, but no less superficial.  One had posted a picture of her healthy breakfast this morning, another posted her results from a 5k in Preston, and her neighbor posted yet another picture of her family’s new cat.   

        While Amber continued scrolling, she was annoyed to notice that her iPhone battery was slowly, yet surely, dying.  She’d been thinking about posting something herself, but what did she have to share with the world?  That she’d put on a bunch of weight, repulsed her summer crush and was feeling absolutely miserable?

        She didn’t want any pity.  She didn’t want her friends, her family…  heck, ANYONE knowing she’d fattened up as much as she already had.

        Just as Amber was about to put her phone away and pick up a magazine, she got a text she’d been dreading receiving.  It was from Aaron:

        *I’m sorry about yesterday*

        ‘Oh god…  Here it comes…  He’s gonna break up with me…’  Amber fearfully thought to herself, as her eyes remained clued to the ellipsis, which signaled that her summer crush was still typing.

        *I have something I want to talk to you about, but it would be better if we could do it in person*

       ‘Too much of a gentleman to dump me over text.’  Amber’s brain echoed, while tears began to form in her eyes, ‘I sure know how to pick’em…’

        “Amber Cullins?” A petite Asian nurse called out, breaking Amber’s depressed concentration.

        “Here!”  Amber muttered, as she hurriedly tucked her phone into her purse, wiped her face, and got off her big butt to walk over to the nurse.

        As she did, the queen of cabin nine thought she noticed a judgmental look from the middle-aged lady, but it was possible that her foul mood was influencing her perception.  She had an impending break-up to worry about after all and she had no idea how to respond to Aaron’s texts.

        The nurse looked over Amber once again, glanced down upon the clipboard she held in her hands, and then asked somewhat curiously, “Are you Dr. Cullin’s sister?”  

        “Yeah?”  Amber answered not knowing how else to respond.

        “Hmm, I see the family resemblance.”  The nurse practically scoffed, as her eyes gave the bloated blonde another once over.  Shaking her head in apparent disappointment, she added, a stern, “Follow me.”

        “Ugh…”  Amber gasped quietly to herself.  She’d never been accused of resembling her sister before…  Had she really put on that much weight??  There was no way…

        In a mix of embarrassment and fury, Amber thought, ‘Rude b*tch!  I don’t look anything like my fat sister!’

…

        Amber’s irritation surrounding the nurse’s comment hadn’t calmed by the time the two of them arrived at the specified room for her appointment.  After enduring the usual myriad of tests, blood pressure and the like, the moment the bloated blonde had been dreading finally arrived.  The nurse asked her to remove her baggie hoodie, and her shoes, and step on the old looking scale in the corner of the cold room.

        Amber reluctantly began to comply.  She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her hoodie, and subconsciously sucked in her stomach in a hopeless attempt to make herself thinner.  It didn’t do much good in the undersized tank top she was wearing, it couldn’t even fully cover her round belly.

        As Amber hesitated to step upon the scale, the stern nurse shot her an impatient glance and added, “Nothing to be afraid of.  Like the old saying goes, just weighing a pig doesn’t fatten it.”

        “Eh-Excuse me?”  Amber gushed, as her cheeks blushed bright red.

        “It means you’re not going to gain weight just from stepping on the scale.”  The nurse explained, but Amber only heard the subtext

        “You’re fat.  Just accept it and get on the scale so I can move on with my day you spoiled pig.”

        ‘I’m…  I’m being fat-shamed…’  Amber realized, as she felt a sense of embarrassment growing within her.  She used to tell her campers the same expression to mask her disapproval of their scale phobias under a veil of concern.

        For the first time in her life, she wondered if this was how she’d made her campers feel…  Only difference was that her campers deserved to be shamed for their horrible lifestyles.  Amber knew her body had betrayed her through no fault of her own.  She didn’t deserve this nurse’s judgmental comments!

        “Come on, I don’t have all day.”  The nurse sighed tapping her foot impatiently.

        “Sorry…”  Amber muttered, swallowing her shattered pride.  Her anxiety about being weighed was growing along with her waistline.  To Amber, it really did feel like she got fatter every time she stepped on a scale.

        Taking a deep breath, the plump blonde bit down on her lip and stepped onto the scale.  She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn’t.  She watched helplessly as the petite nurse moved the slider on the beam towards the upper numbers.  It seemed to take her forever to find the perfect balancing act, so the beam didn’t tip towards one side of the other.

        Starring worriedly, Amber thought to herself, ‘I don’t wanna know this number…’

        As the nurse finally balanced the beam, she announced the dreaded number in a tone that seemed, at least to Amber’s ears, to convey a certain distain:

        “163lbs.”

        “Are you kidding me??”  Amber burst aloud, trying her best not to faint.  She didn't think she’d gotten that much bigger in a week!

        ‘Seven pounds???’  Amber thought in disbelief.  How had she gotten this big?  There was no excuse for it!

        Unable to calm down, her distraught mind kept racing, ‘If I want to get back to normal…  I’m going to have to lose 44 pounds…’

        The realization was a sobering one.  It hit Amber’s self-esteem like a truck.  She was 44 pounds over her ideal weight…

        “Nope, not kidding.”  The sassy nurse chuckled, as she patted Amber’s protruding bulge of stomach fat.

        So shocked by the nurse’s actions, Amber couldn’t utter a reply.

        Seeing that Amber had no questions, the nurse said one last thing before prancing out of the room, “The doctor will be with you shortly.”

        Once she was gone, Amber’s mind echoed her latest fearful thought, ‘Abby’s going to see me like this…  What’s she going to say?’

        Suddenly Amber wished she’d never teased her older sister about her inflated weight growing up.  She wished she’d never once scoffed at her sister grabbing an extra plate at dinner or an extra dessert over the holidays.  

        Fearful of what her sister would say when she entered, Amber couldn’t resist the urge to inspect herself.  The tiny room she was trapped in didn’t have a mirror, so Amber resorted to touch.  Her unsteady hands first went to her hindquarters.

        Her beefy cheeks felt extremely soft to the touch.  Each one felt cushy and full.  They were no longer remotely firm, and they were heavy.  Her yoga pants felt clearly strained trying to contain them.  It felt like she was dragging around an anchor back there when she was walking around.  Could two months at camp have hurt her rear end that much?

        Moving to her hips and thighs she found them in much the same state as her butt, overly plump and meaty.  Her chubby thighs now rubbed when she walked.  Her hips had widened, increasing how much Amber’s body swayed during every stride.

        Shifting her attention to her middle, her belly jutted out a little bit more noticeably than it had last week, probably thanks to the fact she hadn’t been able to muster the energy in the morning to run in what felt like forever.  Then again…

        ‘I haven’t really eaten much of anything today… shouldn’t it be smaller?’

        It wasn’t fair.  Looking down, and pushing her gut out farther, Amber blushed at the way her stomach appeared so bulbous as it inflated with extra air.  She tried to pull her tank top down to cover her exposed flesh, but every time she let go, the fabric quickly rebounded to just above her exposed belly button.

        She saw no reason to wear her navel ring today.  At this point, it was just a few extra ounces for the scale to add to her humiliation.  Besides, the upper portion of her tummy had softened so much that it practically covered her navel whenever she wasn’t standing up or laying flat on her back.

        ‘I’m getting flabby…’  Amber realized in horror, thinking of the hours she was going to have to spend in the gym to correct what was happening to her.

        “At least my breasts are bigger,” Amber muttered, as she gave her bust a feel.  She was going to examine them, but a knock on the door killed that idea.

        As quickly as she could, Amber rushed to sit down on the examination table.  Once she succeeded in resting her rump, she couldn’t help, but note with embarrassment, how much of the table her chunky ass took up as it spread out over the paper covering.