Day 21 continued. Weigh-in number 3…
Amber jotted down the last of her notes. Once again Cabin Nine had the best results. All told, her 8 girls had lost a combined 72 pounds since they arrived. 28 of those were lost on week 3 alone.
Normally this would have brought about that smug look Amber was famous for. (One that she reserved for moments of victory) There was no urge to smile today.
All her girls had been weighed, yet Amber continued to sit at the judging table. More and more eyes began to turn expectantly her way… some more than others.
‘I guess its my turn’ she thought glumly, kicking off her flip-flops. Amber then slid her chair back and walked stoically towards the scale. She avoided all eye contact on the way there.
“Don’t faint!” someone chided from the crowd.
The comment brought a round of chuckles, along with a withering scowl from Pack Leader Thompson. The latter of which quieted the whole group.
‘Here I go’ Amber thought. Her hands balled into fists at her sides as she stepped onto the scale.
If possible the crowd got even quieter.
“132 lbs.” read the small L.E.D. display before her. It was worse than she could have imagined. ‘Oh no…’
Worse still for the troubled counselor, was that the same bad news had just been broadcast to all present; courtesy of the jumbo display. An almost universal gasp of shock rang out, followed immediately by an excited murmur. Some of the more high pitched voices carried their comments all the way to Amber, further reddening her already burning cheeks.
Pack Leader Thompson’s voice broke in, amplified by the sound system.
“Thank you everyone!”
The murmur instantly died down as the campers turned to listen.
“Congratulations are in order! We’ve seen some mighty impressive losses today! So c’mon everybody give yourselves a hand!”
Thompson started the round of applause herself, by clapping joyously. Nearly all present, campers and counselors alike, joined in. Soon cheers and whistles followed, eventually creating a raucous display. So much so that few noticed Amber still stood on the scale…
The crowd was left to cut loose and celebrate for a few moments until a smiling Thompson held up her clipboard. When that alone wasn’t enough, she tapped on the board with the mic.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Assured that attention now centered on her again, the Pack Leader lifted up a brass colored arrowhead pin. She proudly displayed it to the crowd, knowing it would build anticipation. “The winner of this week’s achievement award lost an astonishing 6 pounds! And that person is…. Alberta Kensington!”
Another round of applause broke out, and after some prodding by those around her, Bert hesitantly climbed the stage. She accepted the award with a surprisingly shy; “Thank you.”
Thompson pinned the arrowhead onto Bert’s T-shirt then lead another round of applause.
Bert took all this in disbelievingly. This was her 8th 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’ Bert thought with a wry grin. ‘All I needed was a goal’
With that in mind she turned to look over her shoulder, back where Amber was standing. The mere sight of the once proud counselor now trying to be as inconspicuous as possible was worth every effort.
Later that morning…
“Hey Amber! Wait up!”
Turning to the sound of Aaron’s voice, Amber was treated to a heavenly sight. Clad in just a pair of burnt orange trunks, Aaron’s well-muscled form jogged easily across the square towards her. A stray thought ‘He must be headed to the beach’ barely registered in Amber’s mind. She was too taken with the way the sun glimmered off his sunscreen to think of much else. Somehow it made his golden tan 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 more sexy.
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 sweetly.
Amber was indeed speechless and several seconds passed before she choked out an answer. “Just enjoying the scenery.”
Aaron chuckled nervously at the implication… and the hungry twinkle in her eyes. ‘Dude You’re such an idiot’
He did a mental slap to the forehead at his less than studly reaction. Having a sexy woman, hell any woman, show interest was still a 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… going to the beach.”
Talk about stating the obvious.
Amber laughed, somehow even more turned on by the young man’s sudden lack of confidence. She loved how her body could turn seemingly confident boys to butter. The way Aaron’s eyes flitted uncertainly about, dipping to her boobs then back up again proved to be an intoxicating aphrodisiac. Amber felt her heat beginning to rise. And right now her ego needed the boost.
“Suh… so, you want to meet me at the platform?” he added.
So caught up was she in the moment, Amber almost nodded. Then reality crashed the party as she felt the tickle of her tummy brushing her T-shirt. It was a new and disturbing sensation, 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.
Before she could answer, Aaron put a hand on her shoulder. “I really want to spend some time with you.”
How could she say no?
Mary Albright looked up from her ipod just in time to see Allison walking by.
“Hey Riley, hold up a sec.”
Allison peered inside the supply building wondering what Mary would want with her. Sure she’d gone to the woman for an occasional sugar fix, but had never been openly solicited before. An image of Mary sporting a trench coat stocked with treats brought a smile to her lips. Then again, knowing the woman’s entrepreneurial spirit, it probably wasn’t far off the mark.
Sliding her new iPod into a pocket, Mary picked up a box and trotted down the steps.
“You headin’ back to nine?” She asked.
“Sure. Why, what’s up?”
Mary handed the box over.
“Give this to Bert will ya?”
Allison 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’ Allison reasoned. Still, a little mischief was in order…
“I don’t know, Bert seems pretty regular to me.” She quipped, trying to keep a straight face.
Mary’s face screwed up in disbelief. “It’s junk food you idiot.”
Allison resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Mary never was the brightest bulb on the tree.
“Oh. OK, I’ll give it to her.”
“Thanks.” Mary glanced down at Allison’s belly. “Hey, uh. I’ve got some Ho Ho’s inside if you’d like.”
Ho Ho’s had always been Allison’s weakness.
“No thanks. I’m not hungry.” She lied.
Mary’s expression told it all; she didn’t believe a word.
“Ok. Well if you change your mind you can always come back. Either that talk Bert out of some of hers.” She said, nodding towards the box.
“OK. Will do.”
Allison moved to leave, but, something about Mary’s expression hinted she wasn’t done.
“Riley?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s Bert’s secret?”
Allison shifted the box in her hands.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she’s bought more from me than she ever has; way more. And now I hear she just won the weekly achievement award. What gives?”
Allison, who’d just been planning on chewing out Bert for ruining all the progress she’d made, stood dumbfounded.
“You mean this isn’t the first?” she asked, giving the box a slight shake.
Mary waived her off like she was crazy.
“You kiddin’? This is like the fourth batch.” Mary gestured to her earbuds. “Where do you think I got the ipod touch? She like ran out of money after the last order.”
Allison hadn’t a clue. But, she as sure as hell intended to find out.
Amber stood nervously before the bathroom mirror. While taking in her reflection she kept her ears alert for any sign anyone might be coming in. None of Toe Wash’s bathrooms had a door, just a ninety degree turn at the entrance to keep unwanted onlookers from peeking in. Amber’s eyes darted back to the entrance. Dressed as she was now, Amber considered any onlooker to be unwanted.
To think just three short weeks ago she’d modeled this very bikini in front of all the female counselors, including Stacey… especially Stacey;
Things were much different now.
Amber could hardly look at the way her tummy stuck out over her bikini bottoms.
‘Where is all this coming from?’ She thought, reaching down with both hands to cup it. Amber was amazed at how much she could gather up.
‘It’s so squishy’ she thought, giving a little shake. The resulting tremor was too much for her. Amber yanked her hands away as if the region might be contagious. Who knows? Maybe it was? Certainly the areas in close contact had suffered much the same fate.
Twisting in front of the mirror, Amber traced the fat circling her middle to her once perfect ass. As she did this, that damned roll formed again along her rib cage. The fact that she could both see and feel it happen made the sensation infinitely more disturbing. Despite this, Amber tried to ignore it. Her concern needed to be elsewhere.
An involuntary gasp escaped as what she saw confirmed her fears;
“Huh!”
Amber’s newly enlarged ass overflowed the tiny triangle of cloth, giving a brief exposure of her butt cheeks. Desperately she tried to stretch the material farther, but only succeeded in demonstrating how much softer it was down there.
“Bang!”
The unexpected sound of cabin nine’s screen door slamming shut made Amber jump. Voices could be heard inside the cabin now. They seemed to be growing louder. Forgetting her inspection, Amber gathered up her shorts and T-shirt; just managing to duck into a stall. No sooner did her door close than two of her girls could be heard entering the bathroom.
(Continued at post 34 on page two of this thread)
Amber jotted down the last of her notes. Once again Cabin Nine had the best results. All told, her 8 girls had lost a combined 72 pounds since they arrived. 28 of those were lost on week 3 alone.
Normally this would have brought about that smug look Amber was famous for. (One that she reserved for moments of victory) There was no urge to smile today.
All her girls had been weighed, yet Amber continued to sit at the judging table. More and more eyes began to turn expectantly her way… some more than others.
‘I guess its my turn’ she thought glumly, kicking off her flip-flops. Amber then slid her chair back and walked stoically towards the scale. She avoided all eye contact on the way there.
“Don’t faint!” someone chided from the crowd.
The comment brought a round of chuckles, along with a withering scowl from Pack Leader Thompson. The latter of which quieted the whole group.
‘Here I go’ Amber thought. Her hands balled into fists at her sides as she stepped onto the scale.
If possible the crowd got even quieter.
“132 lbs.” read the small L.E.D. display before her. It was worse than she could have imagined. ‘Oh no…’
Worse still for the troubled counselor, was that the same bad news had just been broadcast to all present; courtesy of the jumbo display. An almost universal gasp of shock rang out, followed immediately by an excited murmur. Some of the more high pitched voices carried their comments all the way to Amber, further reddening her already burning cheeks.
Pack Leader Thompson’s voice broke in, amplified by the sound system.
“Thank you everyone!”
The murmur instantly died down as the campers turned to listen.
“Congratulations are in order! We’ve seen some mighty impressive losses today! So c’mon everybody give yourselves a hand!”
Thompson started the round of applause herself, by clapping joyously. Nearly all present, campers and counselors alike, joined in. Soon cheers and whistles followed, eventually creating a raucous display. So much so that few noticed Amber still stood on the scale…
The crowd was left to cut loose and celebrate for a few moments until a smiling Thompson held up her clipboard. When that alone wasn’t enough, she tapped on the board with the mic.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Assured that attention now centered on her again, the Pack Leader lifted up a brass colored arrowhead pin. She proudly displayed it to the crowd, knowing it would build anticipation. “The winner of this week’s achievement award lost an astonishing 6 pounds! And that person is…. Alberta Kensington!”
Another round of applause broke out, and after some prodding by those around her, Bert hesitantly climbed the stage. She accepted the award with a surprisingly shy; “Thank you.”
Thompson pinned the arrowhead onto Bert’s T-shirt then lead another round of applause.
Bert took all this in disbelievingly. This was her 8th 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’ Bert thought with a wry grin. ‘All I needed was a goal’
With that in mind she turned to look over her shoulder, back where Amber was standing. The mere sight of the once proud counselor now trying to be as inconspicuous as possible was worth every effort.
Later that morning…
“Hey Amber! Wait up!”
Turning to the sound of Aaron’s voice, Amber was treated to a heavenly sight. Clad in just a pair of burnt orange trunks, Aaron’s well-muscled form jogged easily across the square towards her. A stray thought ‘He must be headed to the beach’ barely registered in Amber’s mind. She was too taken with the way the sun glimmered off his sunscreen to think of much else. Somehow it made his golden tan 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 more sexy.
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 sweetly.
Amber was indeed speechless and several seconds passed before she choked out an answer. “Just enjoying the scenery.”
Aaron chuckled nervously at the implication… and the hungry twinkle in her eyes. ‘Dude You’re such an idiot’
He did a mental slap to the forehead at his less than studly reaction. Having a sexy woman, hell any woman, show interest was still a 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… going to the beach.”
Talk about stating the obvious.
Amber laughed, somehow even more turned on by the young man’s sudden lack of confidence. She loved how her body could turn seemingly confident boys to butter. The way Aaron’s eyes flitted uncertainly about, dipping to her boobs then back up again proved to be an intoxicating aphrodisiac. Amber felt her heat beginning to rise. And right now her ego needed the boost.
“Suh… so, you want to meet me at the platform?” he added.
So caught up was she in the moment, Amber almost nodded. Then reality crashed the party as she felt the tickle of her tummy brushing her T-shirt. It was a new and disturbing sensation, 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.
Before she could answer, Aaron put a hand on her shoulder. “I really want to spend some time with you.”
How could she say no?
Mary Albright looked up from her ipod just in time to see Allison walking by.
“Hey Riley, hold up a sec.”
Allison peered inside the supply building wondering what Mary would want with her. Sure she’d gone to the woman for an occasional sugar fix, but had never been openly solicited before. An image of Mary sporting a trench coat stocked with treats brought a smile to her lips. Then again, knowing the woman’s entrepreneurial spirit, it probably wasn’t far off the mark.
Sliding her new iPod into a pocket, Mary picked up a box and trotted down the steps.
“You headin’ back to nine?” She asked.
“Sure. Why, what’s up?”
Mary handed the box over.
“Give this to Bert will ya?”
Allison 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’ Allison reasoned. Still, a little mischief was in order…
“I don’t know, Bert seems pretty regular to me.” She quipped, trying to keep a straight face.
Mary’s face screwed up in disbelief. “It’s junk food you idiot.”
Allison resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Mary never was the brightest bulb on the tree.
“Oh. OK, I’ll give it to her.”
“Thanks.” Mary glanced down at Allison’s belly. “Hey, uh. I’ve got some Ho Ho’s inside if you’d like.”
Ho Ho’s had always been Allison’s weakness.
“No thanks. I’m not hungry.” She lied.
Mary’s expression told it all; she didn’t believe a word.
“Ok. Well if you change your mind you can always come back. Either that talk Bert out of some of hers.” She said, nodding towards the box.
“OK. Will do.”
Allison moved to leave, but, something about Mary’s expression hinted she wasn’t done.
“Riley?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s Bert’s secret?”
Allison shifted the box in her hands.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she’s bought more from me than she ever has; way more. And now I hear she just won the weekly achievement award. What gives?”
Allison, who’d just been planning on chewing out Bert for ruining all the progress she’d made, stood dumbfounded.
“You mean this isn’t the first?” she asked, giving the box a slight shake.
Mary waived her off like she was crazy.
“You kiddin’? This is like the fourth batch.” Mary gestured to her earbuds. “Where do you think I got the ipod touch? She like ran out of money after the last order.”
Allison hadn’t a clue. But, she as sure as hell intended to find out.
Amber stood nervously before the bathroom mirror. While taking in her reflection she kept her ears alert for any sign anyone might be coming in. None of Toe Wash’s bathrooms had a door, just a ninety degree turn at the entrance to keep unwanted onlookers from peeking in. Amber’s eyes darted back to the entrance. Dressed as she was now, Amber considered any onlooker to be unwanted.
To think just three short weeks ago she’d modeled this very bikini in front of all the female counselors, including Stacey… especially Stacey;
“I don’t know.” She’d said, turning sideways for a profile view. “Do you think I should’ve bought the size smaller?”
It was hard not to grin while saying this, so Amber bit her lip to look more apprehensive. Just to be cruel she jutted her ass more towards her rival. It was obvious to all, that anything smaller on such a smoking hot body could be classified as a deadly weapon.
Amber of course received her usual shower of accolades.
Not content to leave things there, she nodded to the swimsuit clutched in Stacey’s hand. Then after a quick but noticeable glance at the other woman’s wider hips asked;
“Aren’t you going to show us yours? I bet its adorable.”
It had been so much fun watching Stacey squirm…
It was hard not to grin while saying this, so Amber bit her lip to look more apprehensive. Just to be cruel she jutted her ass more towards her rival. It was obvious to all, that anything smaller on such a smoking hot body could be classified as a deadly weapon.
Amber of course received her usual shower of accolades.
Not content to leave things there, she nodded to the swimsuit clutched in Stacey’s hand. Then after a quick but noticeable glance at the other woman’s wider hips 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.
Amber could hardly look at the way her tummy stuck out over her bikini bottoms.
‘Where is all this coming from?’ She thought, reaching down with both hands to cup it. Amber was amazed at how much she could gather up.
‘It’s so squishy’ she thought, giving a little shake. The resulting tremor was too much for her. Amber yanked her hands away as if the region might be contagious. Who knows? Maybe it was? Certainly the areas in close contact had suffered much the same fate.
Twisting in front of the mirror, Amber traced the fat circling her middle to her once perfect ass. As she did this, that damned roll formed again along her rib cage. The fact that she could both see and feel it happen made the sensation infinitely more disturbing. Despite this, Amber tried to ignore it. Her concern needed to be elsewhere.
An involuntary gasp escaped as what she saw confirmed her fears;
“Huh!”
Amber’s newly enlarged ass overflowed the tiny triangle of cloth, giving a brief exposure of her butt cheeks. Desperately she tried to stretch the material farther, but only succeeded in demonstrating how much softer it was down there.
“Bang!”
The unexpected sound of cabin nine’s screen door slamming shut made Amber jump. Voices could be heard inside the cabin now. They seemed to be growing louder. Forgetting her inspection, Amber gathered up her shorts and T-shirt; just managing to duck into a stall. No sooner did her door close than two of her girls could be heard entering the bathroom.
(Continued at post 34 on page two of this thread)
Awesome story !!!
