Dwavenhobble
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~BBW/SSBBW(mult), NSFW, ~XWG/~XWL - three goirks, three mothers, six viewpoints and one fat camp - mix them together and see what happens
[Author's note: New story, already posted this much on Curvage but I thought I'd post it here too.]
Chapter One: I’m Not a Number
“But Emma it’s for your own good.”
“No it’s not Mom. It’s for your good.”
“I’m sorry....”
“You're not.”
“Yes I am sorry, I’m sorry I let this get so out of hand.”
“It's not out of hand Mom. I like it.”
“You like it! You’re a pig! How will you ever get any guy to love you like this?”
“So much for its personality that counts.”
“Honey, personality will only go so far if they can’t look at you without feeling sick. “
“Mom I’m 200lbs. Its nothing, I’m not some hugely fat blob.”
She then whispered to herself “at least not yet I’m not.”
“Honey 200lbs is a lot for a girl your age.”
“I’m 18 Mom, 18. I’m hardly a child I know what I’m doing.”
“You don’t and I won’t have you ruining your life.”
“Well you can’t make me go.”
“You live under my roof honey, until you’re at college or at least out of my home you’ll do as I say, and I say you’re going to image enhancement camp.”
“Fine, but don’t expect me to enjoy it.”
“Emma I don’t expect you to enjoy it, I expect you to get in shape”
The brunette woman left the room shutting the door behind her. A strawberry blonde girl was left sitting there on the bed, her tank top was quite tight on her, some cleavage exposed at the top, and below her tight jeans and belt were fighting against her belly which rolled slightly over the sides and front of her belt, She lay back on her bed and thought of the horrors to come. She’d worked so hard to get to where she had and now she was going to end up back being just another skinny girl in the crowd.
Chapter Two: The Gate Opens
“You’re going Nicola and that’s final.”
“But Mom this is stupid. I’m happy like this”
“You are now but it’s always a fad with you; first you choose that look, now this.”
“Mom, I don’t want to be like everyone else.”
“Why can’t you be like you used to? You had such a promising future, you had beauty and brains, you had been asked to go and model then....”
“Then I decided to turn goth, yeh I know.”
“Yes, you shocked them, but they said after college they’d still want you to model for them.”
“Did you ever think that might not be what I want to do?”
“Don’t be silly dear, you're 18 and you have a future; jobs are hard to get now and you are going to throw a great job away.”
“It’s not a great job and I’m happy. Why would I want to be in a world so obsessed by looks and where people constantly stab one another in the back? I’m in college to learn and so I can get a job, a job where it’s my skill and ability that count, not how I look,”
“Its community college dear, you’ll never get a job from that. All you’ll do is get fat and then fatter. Look at what's happened so far!.”
“Can’t you see Mom, I like this? I hated being a stick, I always felt faint and out of energy, all that to fit in with the crowd and be attractive, I’ve found someone who loves me and has taught me about something new and something I like, can't you be happy for me? “
“I knew it, its him isn’t it, that Paul. He’s convinced you to do this.”
“He hasn’t convinced me to do anything, I chose to do it on my own, and I’m loving it.”
“Well too bad. I’m stopping this now. 170lbs is enough, I won’t see my little girl become a cow “
“What will you do if I decide I don’t want to go to this camp?"
“Easy. Either you go or you can forget about me ever wanting to see or hear from you again.”
“Fine. I’ll go.”
“Great. You watch. Soon you’ll be the next big thing in modelling and you’ll thank me for this.”
And with that the blonde haired woman left the room, leaving daughter sitting on the sofa.
Nicola knew what was coming and hated it. She never wanted to be a model, the only reason her mother kept on was because that was once her dream.
“Oh well,” thought Nicola. “One last night of freedom, I’d better enjoy it. “
She sat there on the sofa, jet black hair reaching down to her chest, her ample cleavage pushing out over her bustier, a small bulge of fat hung over out onto of her spikey silver and black belt, her wide thighs visible thanks to her rather short skirt. With one hand she reached down and undid the belt, her stomach dropped slightly at this.
“I’m at least going to enjoy tonight,” she thought as she reached over for the phone
“Hello Pablo’s Pizza. Can I take your order please.”
“Yes, I'd like a 17 inch triple cheese pizza, a portion of garlic bread and a portion of the brownie squares.”
“Ok that will be £12.75 on delivery, I’m guessing it’s your usual address you want it delivered too Nicola?”
“No, not this time Adam. I’m back at home.” She then gave the address for the pizza to be delivered to, thanked Adam and put the phone down waiting for the glorious moment when the doorbell would ring and bring her feast.
Chapter Three: Cloud Break
“Sophie?”
“Yes mom?”
“I’ve got a letter back from that camp you wanted to go to.”
“Oh, what does it say?”
“Apparently they’d love to have you. Are you sure this is where you want to go dear ?”
“I’m sure Mom.”
“But it’s a fat camp”
“I’m fat though, Mom.”
“You’re not dear, you’ve just got curves.”
“Yeh one big one Mom.”
“Nonsense, you are beautiful dear. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
“Sure Mom, Sure all the guys want a 320lb hog of a girl to date.”
“You’re not that fat dear, I know you're not.”
“Oh I am Mom. Why do you think the scales in the bathroom have broken? I passed their 19stone limit months ago.”
“They were old dear. I needed to buy some new ones. They probably just wore out”
“Well its where I want to go Mom. You said you’d support whichever summer camp I wanted to go to and this is the one I picked.”
“If you’re sure this is what you want dear, I won’t stop you but I don’t see why you want to go.”
“I can’t seem to lose weight Mom. I’ve been trying and trying for months and I just seem to get fatter and fatter.”
“Ok dear, I hope you enjoy it.”
“Oh I will mom.”
The tall blonde haired woman left the room closing the door after her, leaving Sophie sitting at the kitchen table her face showing a huge smile at the prospect of being thin and losing weight.
“Soon I’ll be a sexy eighteen year old, instead of a hog,” she said to herself.
She sat there in an overly tight T shirt that had bunched up under her rather large breasts; these however were dwarfed by a huge hanging stomach with large red stretchmarks covering its surface. Her jeans lay unbuttoned and her gut had formed two huge rolls. the lower of which hung well over the front and was making its way along her upper thighs with the epicentre of the two rolls pressed hard into the oak table.
“Bye bye big belly,” she said to herself.
Chapter Four: “Let Me Hear Your Body Talk”
“Name,”
“Emma Yates.”
“Height,” the tall muscular female guard looked at Emma standing next to the measure.
“5’5, do you know your weight or not?”
“Not,” said Emma rebelliously.
“Fine. Get on the scales.”
Emma complied with the woman and climbed onto a small set of scales.
“203lbs,” said the guard. “That makes your BMI.... 37, so you're obese and then some.”
“And?” said Emma defiantly.
“What do you mean and?”
“So what? I’m fat - you think I didn't already know that?”
“So you’re not healthy and you’re not attractive, your BMI is very high.”
“You do know BMI is a load of horse manure?” said Emma pointedly
“It is not as you put it ‘A load of horse manure.’ It’s an accurate way to represent your weight against your height”
“What about muscle mass then?”
“What about it?”
“It’s not taken into account.”
“Well in your case that doesn’t matter now does it?”
“Blast it - she was ready for me on that one,” Emma thought. She’d been caught out and there was no come back for that. She was healthy and sufficiently attractive to get enough dates not to be lonely. but she had no comeback for the BMI ploy.
“Ok go through to the fitting room. You're done here.”
Emma slowly slouched off to the room on the left.
The outside of the camp looked amazing. The huge wooden sign at the gates read ‘Colonel Sanders Image Enhancement Camp’ with a little sign underneath with the camp motto ‘thin is in.’
“Next” called the woman at the front, her greeny brown uniform barely standing out against the log gatehouse there. Sophie stepped forward
“Here’s my letter,” said Sophie eagerly.
“I hope you enjoy your stay here dear and we'll have you in shape in no time,” said the woman sweetly.
“Oh thank you,” replied Sophie beaming at the thought of being thin and what she considered pretty. “I can’t wait.”
“Ok now if we can just take your bag”
“My bag?”
“Yes dear, don’t worry we’ll provide you with clothes here and we don’t want anyone sneaking food in.”
“Fair enough” said Sophie handing over the handle of her suitcase on wheels
“Ok dear. Off you go to be weighed and we’ll take your details down so we can monitor your progress”
Sophie walked off towards a large wood cabin behind the entrance.
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“Ok this girl looks to be a 5.”
“A, 5!” exclaimed Nicola “I’m much bigger than a size 5.”
“Dear the sizes are different here compared to regular ones. We only have 6 sizes. The aim of the camp is for you all to leave wearing a 6.”
“Oh, ok so a 5 is quite small then really?”
“Yes Dear. Now if I can just ask you to strip down to your underwear we can take the before picture.”
“The before picture? Wait why do I have to be in my underwear?”
“It’s so we can really show how much you’ve lost. “
“Well there’s a slight problem with that” said Nicola nervously
“Oh, what is it?”
“Well I’m not wearing any.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not wearing any,” said Nicola rather more boldly than she had meant too
“Can I ask why ?”
“Well I don’t really want to be here and last night I enjoyed myself a little much last night as a last night of freedom, and this morning, well, none of my underwear was comfortable so I went without”
This wasn’t quite the truth. Nicola had done this simple because she didn’t want to wear any rather than because she couldn’t, she wanted to have some freedom going to this place where she was going to be forced to get thin.
“Your uniform,” said the guard throwing a canary yellow package at Nicola.
“I’m not wearing this. Its hideous” said Nicola looking at the garishly coloured top and shorts.
“Its Camp policy.”
“And if I decide not to wear it?”
“I wouldn’t do that. “
“And why not?”
“Because your mother signed a legal waiver; basically you're ours to mould as we see fit.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Only if you are looking to start trouble,” said the guard. It was now Nicola noticed the rather sturdy baton in a holder attached to the guard's belt.
“Fine,” said Nicola as she walked off to the small cubicle to change.
In the cubicle Nicola undid the back of her bustier. As soon as the last hook was off the whole thing seemed to fly off her, as her engorged stomach, and enlarged breasts burst forward,
“My, my” she thought.
“What a little piggy I’m becoming," she continued as she placed her hand of the little bulge of her belly.
“Even my tits are growing bigger with all this food I've been consuming. Too bad it may now end,” she thought cupping her breasts in her hands
“Shame they are going to shrink soon.” her face sank at the prospect.
Reaching down she unpopped her skirt; it fell away and her stomach sagged down slightly.
10 minutes later Nicola emerged in the canary yellow get up.
“There we go, now we can take your before picture.”
“These are a little tight” scowled Nicola. Just as she scowled the guard took the photo.
“They won’t be tight for long trust me. Now off you go to the stage area where Colonel Sanders will do the welcoming address soon. “
Nicola walked out the side door and into the brilliant sunlight, It was odd there was a fence inside but it didn’t seem like the boundary fence it was different.
“Oh well I’m sure there’s a good reason to it, or (knowing this place) actually a pathetic reason.”
Following the path Nicola found the stage with wooden benches placed out for the campers to sit on. She wasn’t the first one here but it wasn’t that full either. There were girls of all different sizes here, some smaller than her; most though were bigger, some considerably so, Nicola couldn’t help but be envious of some of them
“I’ll never manage to be that big though, especially not now because I’m here,” she thought.
Chapter Five: Blood Sweat and Takeaways
The three girls sat there, each oblivious to the others in the crowd filling the benches, all of them sitting is just too tight canary yellow shorts and t-shirts.
A elaborate light show began on the raised stage. In came 6 wafer thin dancers, each dressed in the same canary yellow uniform as the campers. Pop music started playing, the girls on stage sprang to life dancing to what sounded to be the soundtrack to ‘Pumping Iron’ the girls began a highly intricate choreographed routine. They ended up bending over, their near washboard stomachs stretching out showing the indentations where their stomach sank in, their ribs clearly on display.
“Man they look like skeletons,” thought Nicola. “And mom wants me to end up like that? No way. Gotta love the psychological tricks they are trying already here to convince people that skinny is fine.”
The display ended with a huge human tower. The music faded and the dancers moved into what looked like a military line up, in walked another woman in a very heavily starched military uniform. She put on her hat and walked up to a microphone stand.
“I am Colonel Sanders, welcome to my camp. Looking out at you I can see you'r the ugliest fattest bunch of disgusting cows I have ever laid my eyes on in over 20 years at this camp.”
Emma felt an overwhelming urge to shout out boo, but resisted as she noticed the guards surrounding the seating area.
“These girls you see here are some of my former campers. I asked them back here to show you that thin is the best way to be.”
“Yeah, right,” thought Nicola. “Its obvious to anyone with half a brain that these aren’t ex campers. They're a professional group. None of them has even the remains of streatchmarks and all seem to be made up with golden blonde hair, they're basically almost clones of one another”
“After my specialized course of diet and exercise all of you girls will leave here fitter, thinner and happier, It will take a lot of sweat and hopefully not much blood to get you to be acceptable in society. I don’t ever want to see any girl cry, because crying is for the weak. Considering how fat some of you girls are I expect a lot of tears, but don’t think you will get sympathy from me or any of the counsellors here” said Colonel Sanders pointing at the guards.
“And before any of you disgusting lumps of blubber even think about it, no matter how you try you will never get food into here. You won't interrupt the diet plans no matter what and believe me we know all the tricks: having food placed by the fence, even food flown over on helium balloons. Also we don’t allow any takeaway through the gate no matter what, nor do we allow visitors to the site.”
“Even in prison they get visitors,” Emma thought
“Before I carry on and give out cabin assignments, are there any questions?”
Colonel Sanders eyes surveyed the crowd. A hand shot up in the air. “Yes you the girl with the dyed pink hair.”
“Um, why is the camp cut into two halves?”
“A valid question. The camp runs multiple programs all year round and we have two sites as such. This allows us to regularly bring in new recruits, as we don’t want any of your bad habits corrupting the girls who have been on the course for awhile. We have the site separated into two, because I’m sure when your nice and thin you wouldn’t want the next hogs that come in to see you and know you’ve been here”
Emma’s hand shot up.
“Yes you the ginger girl.”
“When are we going to get given our stuff back?”
“At the end of camp.”
“But that’s inhumane, I have stuff in there I need with me.”
“Such as?”
“Well my phone.”
“And why would you need your phone?”
“So I can keep in touch with my friends.”
“Fat pigs don’t have friends, don’t you know that,”
“Well this pig does.”
“Well, you're telling lies.”
“I’ve got a boyfriend who will worry If I don’t text him” yelled out Nicola
Colonel Sanders eyes turned on Nicola fixing her with a stare that would make a wall want to look away “A boyfriend!”
“Yes”
“He’s not your boyfriend, not really, not a hog like you. He’s only after you for sex because hes going through a drought. You're nothing more than a mound of fat with a vagina to him. He doesn’t love you and he’ll leave you, so better get fit so when you come out and find him in bed with a thin girl you can show him what he could have had,”
“He does so love me!” cried out Nicola fighting back tears.
“How dare that woman cast aspersions over my relationship when she doesn't even know him,” she thought to herself.
“Back to the question, everything you actually need will be provided and you tubs of lard better appreciate it all.
"Now any more questions ? No, Good on with the Cabin assignments: Cabin A Helen cooper, Sarah Appleby, Tracy Stevens, Cabin B, Stacie Pierce, Katie Pugh, Anita Dhaliwal, Cabin C Emma Yates, Nicola Plav x...”
“Its pronounced Clav- in Ex” called out Nicola.
“Whatever, and Sophie Jones,” the cabin assignments carried on being read out,
The three girls got up and walked off towards the cabins to find which was theirs. leaving the stage behind them whilst Colonel Sanders read out the rest of the list.
Camp Krofehtnwodtup
by Dwavenhobble
by Dwavenhobble
[Author's note: New story, already posted this much on Curvage but I thought I'd post it here too.]
Chapter One: I’m Not a Number
“But Emma it’s for your own good.”
“No it’s not Mom. It’s for your good.”
“I’m sorry....”
“You're not.”
“Yes I am sorry, I’m sorry I let this get so out of hand.”
“It's not out of hand Mom. I like it.”
“You like it! You’re a pig! How will you ever get any guy to love you like this?”
“So much for its personality that counts.”
“Honey, personality will only go so far if they can’t look at you without feeling sick. “
“Mom I’m 200lbs. Its nothing, I’m not some hugely fat blob.”
She then whispered to herself “at least not yet I’m not.”
“Honey 200lbs is a lot for a girl your age.”
“I’m 18 Mom, 18. I’m hardly a child I know what I’m doing.”
“You don’t and I won’t have you ruining your life.”
“Well you can’t make me go.”
“You live under my roof honey, until you’re at college or at least out of my home you’ll do as I say, and I say you’re going to image enhancement camp.”
“Fine, but don’t expect me to enjoy it.”
“Emma I don’t expect you to enjoy it, I expect you to get in shape”
The brunette woman left the room shutting the door behind her. A strawberry blonde girl was left sitting there on the bed, her tank top was quite tight on her, some cleavage exposed at the top, and below her tight jeans and belt were fighting against her belly which rolled slightly over the sides and front of her belt, She lay back on her bed and thought of the horrors to come. She’d worked so hard to get to where she had and now she was going to end up back being just another skinny girl in the crowd.
Chapter Two: The Gate Opens
“You’re going Nicola and that’s final.”
“But Mom this is stupid. I’m happy like this”
“You are now but it’s always a fad with you; first you choose that look, now this.”
“Mom, I don’t want to be like everyone else.”
“Why can’t you be like you used to? You had such a promising future, you had beauty and brains, you had been asked to go and model then....”
“Then I decided to turn goth, yeh I know.”
“Yes, you shocked them, but they said after college they’d still want you to model for them.”
“Did you ever think that might not be what I want to do?”
“Don’t be silly dear, you're 18 and you have a future; jobs are hard to get now and you are going to throw a great job away.”
“It’s not a great job and I’m happy. Why would I want to be in a world so obsessed by looks and where people constantly stab one another in the back? I’m in college to learn and so I can get a job, a job where it’s my skill and ability that count, not how I look,”
“Its community college dear, you’ll never get a job from that. All you’ll do is get fat and then fatter. Look at what's happened so far!.”
“Can’t you see Mom, I like this? I hated being a stick, I always felt faint and out of energy, all that to fit in with the crowd and be attractive, I’ve found someone who loves me and has taught me about something new and something I like, can't you be happy for me? “
“I knew it, its him isn’t it, that Paul. He’s convinced you to do this.”
“He hasn’t convinced me to do anything, I chose to do it on my own, and I’m loving it.”
“Well too bad. I’m stopping this now. 170lbs is enough, I won’t see my little girl become a cow “
“What will you do if I decide I don’t want to go to this camp?"
“Easy. Either you go or you can forget about me ever wanting to see or hear from you again.”
“Fine. I’ll go.”
“Great. You watch. Soon you’ll be the next big thing in modelling and you’ll thank me for this.”
And with that the blonde haired woman left the room, leaving daughter sitting on the sofa.
Nicola knew what was coming and hated it. She never wanted to be a model, the only reason her mother kept on was because that was once her dream.
“Oh well,” thought Nicola. “One last night of freedom, I’d better enjoy it. “
She sat there on the sofa, jet black hair reaching down to her chest, her ample cleavage pushing out over her bustier, a small bulge of fat hung over out onto of her spikey silver and black belt, her wide thighs visible thanks to her rather short skirt. With one hand she reached down and undid the belt, her stomach dropped slightly at this.
“I’m at least going to enjoy tonight,” she thought as she reached over for the phone
“Hello Pablo’s Pizza. Can I take your order please.”
“Yes, I'd like a 17 inch triple cheese pizza, a portion of garlic bread and a portion of the brownie squares.”
“Ok that will be £12.75 on delivery, I’m guessing it’s your usual address you want it delivered too Nicola?”
“No, not this time Adam. I’m back at home.” She then gave the address for the pizza to be delivered to, thanked Adam and put the phone down waiting for the glorious moment when the doorbell would ring and bring her feast.
Chapter Three: Cloud Break
“Sophie?”
“Yes mom?”
“I’ve got a letter back from that camp you wanted to go to.”
“Oh, what does it say?”
“Apparently they’d love to have you. Are you sure this is where you want to go dear ?”
“I’m sure Mom.”
“But it’s a fat camp”
“I’m fat though, Mom.”
“You’re not dear, you’ve just got curves.”
“Yeh one big one Mom.”
“Nonsense, you are beautiful dear. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
“Sure Mom, Sure all the guys want a 320lb hog of a girl to date.”
“You’re not that fat dear, I know you're not.”
“Oh I am Mom. Why do you think the scales in the bathroom have broken? I passed their 19stone limit months ago.”
“They were old dear. I needed to buy some new ones. They probably just wore out”
“Well its where I want to go Mom. You said you’d support whichever summer camp I wanted to go to and this is the one I picked.”
“If you’re sure this is what you want dear, I won’t stop you but I don’t see why you want to go.”
“I can’t seem to lose weight Mom. I’ve been trying and trying for months and I just seem to get fatter and fatter.”
“Ok dear, I hope you enjoy it.”
“Oh I will mom.”
The tall blonde haired woman left the room closing the door after her, leaving Sophie sitting at the kitchen table her face showing a huge smile at the prospect of being thin and losing weight.
“Soon I’ll be a sexy eighteen year old, instead of a hog,” she said to herself.
She sat there in an overly tight T shirt that had bunched up under her rather large breasts; these however were dwarfed by a huge hanging stomach with large red stretchmarks covering its surface. Her jeans lay unbuttoned and her gut had formed two huge rolls. the lower of which hung well over the front and was making its way along her upper thighs with the epicentre of the two rolls pressed hard into the oak table.
“Bye bye big belly,” she said to herself.
Chapter Four: “Let Me Hear Your Body Talk”
“Name,”
“Emma Yates.”
“Height,” the tall muscular female guard looked at Emma standing next to the measure.
“5’5, do you know your weight or not?”
“Not,” said Emma rebelliously.
“Fine. Get on the scales.”
Emma complied with the woman and climbed onto a small set of scales.
“203lbs,” said the guard. “That makes your BMI.... 37, so you're obese and then some.”
“And?” said Emma defiantly.
“What do you mean and?”
“So what? I’m fat - you think I didn't already know that?”
“So you’re not healthy and you’re not attractive, your BMI is very high.”
“You do know BMI is a load of horse manure?” said Emma pointedly
“It is not as you put it ‘A load of horse manure.’ It’s an accurate way to represent your weight against your height”
“What about muscle mass then?”
“What about it?”
“It’s not taken into account.”
“Well in your case that doesn’t matter now does it?”
“Blast it - she was ready for me on that one,” Emma thought. She’d been caught out and there was no come back for that. She was healthy and sufficiently attractive to get enough dates not to be lonely. but she had no comeback for the BMI ploy.
“Ok go through to the fitting room. You're done here.”
Emma slowly slouched off to the room on the left.
The outside of the camp looked amazing. The huge wooden sign at the gates read ‘Colonel Sanders Image Enhancement Camp’ with a little sign underneath with the camp motto ‘thin is in.’
“Next” called the woman at the front, her greeny brown uniform barely standing out against the log gatehouse there. Sophie stepped forward
“Here’s my letter,” said Sophie eagerly.
“I hope you enjoy your stay here dear and we'll have you in shape in no time,” said the woman sweetly.
“Oh thank you,” replied Sophie beaming at the thought of being thin and what she considered pretty. “I can’t wait.”
“Ok now if we can just take your bag”
“My bag?”
“Yes dear, don’t worry we’ll provide you with clothes here and we don’t want anyone sneaking food in.”
“Fair enough” said Sophie handing over the handle of her suitcase on wheels
“Ok dear. Off you go to be weighed and we’ll take your details down so we can monitor your progress”
Sophie walked off towards a large wood cabin behind the entrance.
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“Ok this girl looks to be a 5.”
“A, 5!” exclaimed Nicola “I’m much bigger than a size 5.”
“Dear the sizes are different here compared to regular ones. We only have 6 sizes. The aim of the camp is for you all to leave wearing a 6.”
“Oh, ok so a 5 is quite small then really?”
“Yes Dear. Now if I can just ask you to strip down to your underwear we can take the before picture.”
“The before picture? Wait why do I have to be in my underwear?”
“It’s so we can really show how much you’ve lost. “
“Well there’s a slight problem with that” said Nicola nervously
“Oh, what is it?”
“Well I’m not wearing any.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not wearing any,” said Nicola rather more boldly than she had meant too
“Can I ask why ?”
“Well I don’t really want to be here and last night I enjoyed myself a little much last night as a last night of freedom, and this morning, well, none of my underwear was comfortable so I went without”
This wasn’t quite the truth. Nicola had done this simple because she didn’t want to wear any rather than because she couldn’t, she wanted to have some freedom going to this place where she was going to be forced to get thin.
“Your uniform,” said the guard throwing a canary yellow package at Nicola.
“I’m not wearing this. Its hideous” said Nicola looking at the garishly coloured top and shorts.
“Its Camp policy.”
“And if I decide not to wear it?”
“I wouldn’t do that. “
“And why not?”
“Because your mother signed a legal waiver; basically you're ours to mould as we see fit.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Only if you are looking to start trouble,” said the guard. It was now Nicola noticed the rather sturdy baton in a holder attached to the guard's belt.
“Fine,” said Nicola as she walked off to the small cubicle to change.
In the cubicle Nicola undid the back of her bustier. As soon as the last hook was off the whole thing seemed to fly off her, as her engorged stomach, and enlarged breasts burst forward,
“My, my” she thought.
“What a little piggy I’m becoming," she continued as she placed her hand of the little bulge of her belly.
“Even my tits are growing bigger with all this food I've been consuming. Too bad it may now end,” she thought cupping her breasts in her hands
“Shame they are going to shrink soon.” her face sank at the prospect.
Reaching down she unpopped her skirt; it fell away and her stomach sagged down slightly.
10 minutes later Nicola emerged in the canary yellow get up.
“There we go, now we can take your before picture.”
“These are a little tight” scowled Nicola. Just as she scowled the guard took the photo.
“They won’t be tight for long trust me. Now off you go to the stage area where Colonel Sanders will do the welcoming address soon. “
Nicola walked out the side door and into the brilliant sunlight, It was odd there was a fence inside but it didn’t seem like the boundary fence it was different.
“Oh well I’m sure there’s a good reason to it, or (knowing this place) actually a pathetic reason.”
Following the path Nicola found the stage with wooden benches placed out for the campers to sit on. She wasn’t the first one here but it wasn’t that full either. There were girls of all different sizes here, some smaller than her; most though were bigger, some considerably so, Nicola couldn’t help but be envious of some of them
“I’ll never manage to be that big though, especially not now because I’m here,” she thought.
Chapter Five: Blood Sweat and Takeaways
The three girls sat there, each oblivious to the others in the crowd filling the benches, all of them sitting is just too tight canary yellow shorts and t-shirts.
A elaborate light show began on the raised stage. In came 6 wafer thin dancers, each dressed in the same canary yellow uniform as the campers. Pop music started playing, the girls on stage sprang to life dancing to what sounded to be the soundtrack to ‘Pumping Iron’ the girls began a highly intricate choreographed routine. They ended up bending over, their near washboard stomachs stretching out showing the indentations where their stomach sank in, their ribs clearly on display.
“Man they look like skeletons,” thought Nicola. “And mom wants me to end up like that? No way. Gotta love the psychological tricks they are trying already here to convince people that skinny is fine.”
The display ended with a huge human tower. The music faded and the dancers moved into what looked like a military line up, in walked another woman in a very heavily starched military uniform. She put on her hat and walked up to a microphone stand.
“I am Colonel Sanders, welcome to my camp. Looking out at you I can see you'r the ugliest fattest bunch of disgusting cows I have ever laid my eyes on in over 20 years at this camp.”
Emma felt an overwhelming urge to shout out boo, but resisted as she noticed the guards surrounding the seating area.
“These girls you see here are some of my former campers. I asked them back here to show you that thin is the best way to be.”
“Yeah, right,” thought Nicola. “Its obvious to anyone with half a brain that these aren’t ex campers. They're a professional group. None of them has even the remains of streatchmarks and all seem to be made up with golden blonde hair, they're basically almost clones of one another”
“After my specialized course of diet and exercise all of you girls will leave here fitter, thinner and happier, It will take a lot of sweat and hopefully not much blood to get you to be acceptable in society. I don’t ever want to see any girl cry, because crying is for the weak. Considering how fat some of you girls are I expect a lot of tears, but don’t think you will get sympathy from me or any of the counsellors here” said Colonel Sanders pointing at the guards.
“And before any of you disgusting lumps of blubber even think about it, no matter how you try you will never get food into here. You won't interrupt the diet plans no matter what and believe me we know all the tricks: having food placed by the fence, even food flown over on helium balloons. Also we don’t allow any takeaway through the gate no matter what, nor do we allow visitors to the site.”
“Even in prison they get visitors,” Emma thought
“Before I carry on and give out cabin assignments, are there any questions?”
Colonel Sanders eyes surveyed the crowd. A hand shot up in the air. “Yes you the girl with the dyed pink hair.”
“Um, why is the camp cut into two halves?”
“A valid question. The camp runs multiple programs all year round and we have two sites as such. This allows us to regularly bring in new recruits, as we don’t want any of your bad habits corrupting the girls who have been on the course for awhile. We have the site separated into two, because I’m sure when your nice and thin you wouldn’t want the next hogs that come in to see you and know you’ve been here”
Emma’s hand shot up.
“Yes you the ginger girl.”
“When are we going to get given our stuff back?”
“At the end of camp.”
“But that’s inhumane, I have stuff in there I need with me.”
“Such as?”
“Well my phone.”
“And why would you need your phone?”
“So I can keep in touch with my friends.”
“Fat pigs don’t have friends, don’t you know that,”
“Well this pig does.”
“Well, you're telling lies.”
“I’ve got a boyfriend who will worry If I don’t text him” yelled out Nicola
Colonel Sanders eyes turned on Nicola fixing her with a stare that would make a wall want to look away “A boyfriend!”
“Yes”
“He’s not your boyfriend, not really, not a hog like you. He’s only after you for sex because hes going through a drought. You're nothing more than a mound of fat with a vagina to him. He doesn’t love you and he’ll leave you, so better get fit so when you come out and find him in bed with a thin girl you can show him what he could have had,”
“He does so love me!” cried out Nicola fighting back tears.
“How dare that woman cast aspersions over my relationship when she doesn't even know him,” she thought to herself.
“Back to the question, everything you actually need will be provided and you tubs of lard better appreciate it all.
"Now any more questions ? No, Good on with the Cabin assignments: Cabin A Helen cooper, Sarah Appleby, Tracy Stevens, Cabin B, Stacie Pierce, Katie Pugh, Anita Dhaliwal, Cabin C Emma Yates, Nicola Plav x...”
“Its pronounced Clav- in Ex” called out Nicola.
“Whatever, and Sophie Jones,” the cabin assignments carried on being read out,
The three girls got up and walked off towards the cabins to find which was theirs. leaving the stage behind them whilst Colonel Sanders read out the rest of the list.
