by kid a » Fri Jun 15, 2018 5:57 pm
Part 23
The next morning, Paige groggily rolled herself out of bed, swatting at her alarm which was buzzing annoyingly after the 4th snooze. Hearing commotion in the main cabin, she fumbled for an acceptable outfit and after a depressing check of her appearance in the mirror, swung the door open to see what the ruckus was about.
Her campers were streaming out the door excitedly, trailed at the back of the pack by Kelly. She turned around just in time to see Paige standing next to her full-length poster, which had seemingly become a sad Memorial on the walls of Cabin 12.
Kelly’s jaw dropped at the sight. Paige was absentmindedly scratching at her now blubbery belly, which pooched out revealingly over the drawstring of her baggy sweatpants. Forget about the comparison to her poster; she was long past any semblance of attachment to sexy days long past. What struck Kelly on this particular morning was the rapidly shrinking contrast between the Junior Counselor and herself.
Invigorated by the constant exercise at the camp, not to mention “Project Paige”, Kelly had continued to shed the pounds. At her last weigh-in she was just a hair below 280. Covington and Darla had made a show of the achievement, making sure to shower her with praise while Paige stood awkwardly to the side with a stunned look on her chubby face.
Mid-way through the second summer of camp, their weights and realities had intersected in a cruel twist of irony and karma. And trajectories set in motion which would surely continue the trend.
“Ready for the Staff Olympics, Paige?”, Kelly asked cheerfully, making little attempt to hide the smirk on her face. “I saw the assignments last night...they have you in the hundred yard dash! And the high-jump. How exciting for you!!”
Paige’s fattened face turned bright red with anger. “Get out of here, you porker,” she spat furiously. Spying a box of cookies on Kelly’s bed, she waddled over dutifully to collect them. “You fatties will never learn, eh?”, she stated accusingly as she clutched the prize between her chubby arms. The treats rested atop her paunch, which now served as a shelf for whatever high-calorie meal she was about to consume.
“You’re right Paige,” Kelly replied calmly as she shook her head side to side. “We sure don’t seem to learn. But thank goodness we have you around to clean up the mess for us.”
She stared at Paige, making little attempt to conceal her inspection of the Junior Counselor’s bloated form. Chuckling, she continued. “Well I gotta run. Covington wanted to talk to me about something before the races.”
“But I’m sure you’ll do AWESOME,” she finished with a sarcastic wink. “Break a leg!!”
And with that, Kelly quickly exited the cabin, leaving Paige standing there with a look of shock on her face. That bitch, she thought to herself. The nerve...
Looking at the clock, Paige realized the Olympics started in 30 minutes. She cursed; her stock with Covington had plummeted severely, and showing up late this morning would not go over well.
Back in her quarters, Paige peeled off her clothes and searched frantically for an athletic outfit. After several failed attempts to squeeze her bulky hips and thighs into her collection of jogging shorts, she stood there panting in front of her full length mirror.
The reflection looked entirely foreign, and she paused for a moment to take in the sight in a mixture of embarrassment and awe. Her belly bulged outward in a series of three thick rolls, the bottom layer sagging down onto her pillowy thighs and completely hiding her skin-tight panties.
Her hips flared outwards alarmingly; she rested her hands atop them for a moment, looking with shock at her ham-hock upper arms which jiggled uncontrollably as she attempted to pull her underwear up over her cushioned shelf of a booty. Peering at her round face, Paige choked back the tears and in a quiet moment of resignation, reached for her roomiest pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. Her belly grumbled; seeing the cookies she had seized from Kelly laying on the bed, she ripped open the package and grabbed a handful.
“Need some energy before the races,” she convinced herself as she plodded towards the door. Deep down she knew she needed to start dieting and exercising, but she was SO busy and there was so little free time. And who knew, maybe the Olympics would jump start her back towards her old, active self.
Maybe.
I'm thinking Paige might be feeling a little down and her emotions maybe make her eat more, I mean she probably is feeling some jealousy at Darla and maybe the other campers? 
Kelly isn't so much bigger than her at this point. 