by kid a » Fri Jun 29, 2018 9:25 am
Part 27
The remainder of the Camp Cupcake Staff Olympics played out in a very predictable fashion. Paige, inserted ironically into the most difficult and unfortunate events for a young lady of her “stature”, was truly an anchor weighing down her squad’s performance. And Darla, also as expected, was merciless in response.
Why when Paige failed to clear the 4 foot bar in the high jump (falling belly-first with a thud onto the mat and snapping the pole in half), Darla finally threw up her toned arms in disgust and sent her up to the stands to sit with her campers in exile. She wound up right next to Kelly, who smirked as she patted her sweaty, defeated Junior Counselor on her meaty back rolls and offered up the rest of her cola and popcorn as a consolation prize. A gift which Paige of course readily accepted and polished off in record time.
Darla was true to her word the rest of the summer. Over the next couple of weeks, it became difficult to distinguish Paige from the residents of the camp, including those under her watch. She was completely ostracized from the rest of the staff. Covington removed her from all but the most critical email distributions, and the last time she tried to sit with her fellow Counselors in the Mess Hall, Darla stood up tall and forcibly flipped Paige’s calorie laden tray right back onto her food stained, XXL t-shirt. Which of course had an oversized image of Porky Pig on the front.
Needless to say she gratefully dined with her campers for the remainder of the summer. She would squeeze into whatever spot was available, her mammoth ass and thighs sagging over the back of the bench. And Kelly was always conveniently nearby, all too willing to make sure Paige was offered the first choice of whatever treats her cabin had “accidentally” double-ordered in line.
By the end of the summer, she was a total recluse; only leaving her quarters when absolutely necessary. Led by Kelly, Cabin 12 pounced on her weakened state and smuggled in more food than ever before. As late August rolled around, Paige didn’t even act angry when she performed her nightly contraband checks. Although still amazed by the incredible amount of fattening treats her charges were sneaking in, it became the highlight of her day. She would waddle around with a large tote, mouth watering and eyes gleaming as she stopped by each bunk to collect the bounty. Kelly almost felt a twinge of guilt when watching the now morbidly obese teen heading back to her quarters for the subsequent pigout sessions, her wide and flabby ass jiggling, and tree-trunk thighs brushing together heavily down past her chubby knees. Almost.
Paige’s weight soared higher than ever as a result. Totally resigned to being fat, as well as her new place in the Camp pecking order, she crested over 300 pounds before the season closed. Kelly had guessed as much, but Darla and Covington did their part to ensure this was public knowledge. After the Camp Olympic debacle Paige had been forced to participate in the weekly camper weigh-ins. That day when she surpassed 3 bills, she stood there stunned and mortified as Covington sarcastically announced her “milestone” to the assembled campers and staff.
Dressed in an undersized pair of XXL athletic shorts and a huge white tank top, she looked every last ounce of that prodigious weight. Her soft, sagging belly poured out beneath her flabby breasts and rolled completely over the strained waistband of her shorts, resting at the top of her thighs. Her face, now moon-shaped, sported the beginnings of a third chin and round, pudgy cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
Andre was sitting next to Kelly for the display and chuckled quietly to himself as Darla circled Paige dramatically, prodding her bulging ass and thighs with a ruler while delivering the latest verbal assault. “I told you, Kel,” he whispered in her ear. “Straight up PAWG material.”