Camp

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“Do you feel like there’s something weird about this camp?” said Beth.

She and Laura paused to give each other uneasy looks.

Ever since Laura and Beth had gotten to camp, they had been gaining weight like crazy. Both girls were from small towns, and had recently graduated from high school. Though technically adults, their families had sent them to the camp for a chunk of their gap-year to learn about work ethic before each girl went off to a job or college. And that’s what Camp Drive catered to. Campers spent their days cleaning cow milking equipment, polishing pig fat-extractors, preparing meals in the kitchens, or occasionally tending to the animals at the small farm on the grounds.

But from day one Beth’s appetite had surged. When she was assigned to kitchen duty, she spent more time scarfing food than actually cooking. She was packing on pounds rapidly, her gut filling out, thighs and shoulders softening, and her face rounding. She was also flushed pink most of the time, and snorting too. Her ass was a round ball behind her, though her soft belly and plump breasts were at the forefront of her developments. Her gut was pushing free of the top she was wearing. The coverage was awful. To her mortification, her clothes had begun tearing, so most of the time she work spandex skirts or swimsuit bottoms, just like the other bloating campers. There was nowhere to purchase new clothing in the remote area, and the weather was blistering hot anyway. Swimsuits had become the awkward norm.

Beth’s roommate, Laura, had also grown, but in different ways. Her belly was large and firm-looking, as it swelled every day, pushing out of her clothes, and subsequently the bikini Laura had taken to wearing. It was so huge that Laura looked distinctly pregnant, really pregnant, like, overdue or something. Beth hadn’t known how to address the suspicion, or whether it might offend.

Besides, it made no sense. It was an all-girls camp, and both Beth and Laura had been there for months with no exposure to the outside world.

Laura’s tits were truly impressive, straining the string bikini to the point that it looked tiny, as her round mounds overflowed the material, pushing out, in threat of spilling free. They were bloated round, and full, and looked almost strangely perfect. Laura now grimaced at times, sometimes rubbing her nipples when she thought no one was watching. Except for a little extra weight here and there, the rest of her body remained their earlier proportions, making it awkward for her to balance her swollen mounds as she moved about and did her work throughout the day.

“You think?” said Laura sarcastically. She was tying a tiny sarong around her hips. She might have been trying to hide how her pubic region had gotten bloated lately. It was odd.

“What should we do?” said Beth, as she flopped down on her bed, though admittedly she didn’t want to do much of anything. She had complained of fatigue, and had been given the rest of the afternoon off. The counselors had even agreed to send her lunch to her room. She perked as there was a knock on the door.

“I don’t have time to do anything,” said Laura irritably, as she answered the door, taking the large tray from the timid messenger, then closing the door in the girl’s face. She brought the tray to Beth, practically dumping it on the table by her bed. “I only have twenty minutes left of my break, and I haven’t even got time for lunch.” She motioned to the nutritional shake she had snagged from the kitchens on the way over. “It’s going to take me forever to clean the rest of the milk pumps for the cows. There’s a pile of them. You’d think this was a full dairy farm. And I swear, I’m about to burst out of my last good swimsui—mmghhhhh…” Laura groaned, and Beth looked up to see the other girl stepping back against the wall, clutching her swollen breasts as they seemed to actually…push out against her fingers. They heaved against her bikini top, flesh spilling over the straining cups. Laura was flushed and panting. Her nipples looked like coke caps, taut against the fabric.

Beth blinked several times. She was sure she had only imagined it. She found her attention brought back to her meal, and lifted the cover. Today there was a massive mound of cooked ground meat—at least several pounds of it. There were also…fat trimmings, stale bread crusts, apple cores, and egg shells littering it. She had noticed the quality of her food decreasing over the past few days, but this was just ridiculous. “Are the meals getting worse, or am I imagining it?” she asked as she dug in.

Laura just shook her head and took a long suck of her shake. “I have to go.” And she waddled out of the cabin.

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