1.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

 

“If you make me go there then I’m going to kill myself!”

 

Martha just rolled her eyes. She was tired of the hyperbole.

 

“You can’t make me do this, I’m almost an adult!”

 

But that was exactly the point. Shawn was seventeen years and ten months old, only two months away from legally being allowed to decide for himself. They had made a joint decision, while they still had the power to do so.

 

“I can’t believe you’re calling me fat!”

 

Shawn was trying to bring on the waterworks but it wasn’t quite happening. He knew that he was fat. He had always been a chubby kid but he had somehow managed to gain close to fifty pounds over the last two years of high school and he hadn’t gotten any taller. Everyone had noticed.

 

His parents weren’t just concerned about the weight gain, it was also his attitude. Even by teenage standards Shawn had become sulky, entitled, and non-compliant. The simplest of tasks was too much for him. He never cleaned away his plate after dinner. He never emptied the dishwasher, and he never tidied his room.

 

The only things that he seemed to have any energy for were computer games, eating, complaining, - and that other bad habit that all teenage boys have.

 

He would spend hours in his room never seemingly engaging with anyone else, only letting his Mom in once a week to clean away the dirty dishes, take-out containers, and crusty XL t-shirts.

 

Although it was his Mom who nagged him most it was his Dad, Steve, who had come up with the idea.

 

“But he’ll just refuse,” Martha had said.

 

“He won’t have any choice. His birthday is on the penultimate day of camp. He needs it, Martha. Not just to lose weight but to install some discipline in him. You must have noticed how bad his attitude has become recently?”

 

It had been agreed on, booked and paid for, three weeks before Shawn had even been informed about it. All the whining and crocodile tears were in vain. Shawn was going to fat camp.

2.

Shawn was the only one of his friends going to camp that summer. His indignance wasn’t just brought about by the fact that his parents wanted him to lose weight. He was too old for camp. He knew that he would be one of the oldest boys there, if not the oldest. While his friends would be out partying, making fake IDs, and trying to get laid, he would be forced to exercise and eat healthy with a bunch of stupid fucking fat kids. God, he hated his parents. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?

 

The flight out to Indianna was long, boring, and delayed. The bus ride was even worse. He spent the whole time eating twinkies and staring at his phone. His Mom had sent him seven messages. He ignored them all. At the airport he had tried to buy cigarettes but had been embarrassingly refused by the clerk. He didn’t even smoke. He just knew how much becoming a smoker would piss off his parents.

 

Now, at about three pm, nine hours after leaving home, the bus finally arrived at the gates to the camp.

3.

Shawn got off the bus. He was surprised that he was the only one to do so. All the other campers seemed to have arrived in cars delivered by their parents. Wrapped up and presented to the councillors, tubby little gifts for their sadistic enjoyment. Shawn kicked himself. Why hadn’t he just got the bus to his Grandparents in Chicago instead? He had them wrapped around his little finger.

 

The majority of the other kids did seem younger than Shawn. The age range of the camp was fourteen to eighteen and most of the kids that he could see hanging around the courtyard outside the camp reception were clearly in the lower section of this range. He did though spot two or three boys who appeared to be about his age.

 

He shuffled forward towards the main hut where the reception sign hung. He was in no rush as he was still chewing on his last twinkie. He had decided to get his fill on the journey before the deprivation hit.

 

He pushed the door open and was greeted by an immensely large woman sitting behind a makeshift desk, she was eating donuts and slurping on a super-sized soda.

 

“Welcome,” she smiled. “First time here? What’s your name?” 

 

“Shawn, Shawn Stringer.” 

 

She tapped at her computer and looked confused. 

 

“Give me a minute, I’m trying to find you.”

 

Shawn held his eyes down at his feet. He really didn’t want to be there and this delay wasn’t helping his mood to improve. The obese lady filled the awkward silence. 

 

“I bet you’re looking forward to your time with us?”

 

“Er…no!”

 

Shawn wasn’t able to lie when he was feeling this agitated. How was this mountainous fucking bitch going to help him to lose weight? 

 

“Oh” she said with apparent genuine surprise, “Most of our campers really look forward to coming here. We have an eighty seven percent return rate.”

 

“They must be fucking morons.”

 

“I like your attitude, young man.” Her voice was stern now causing Shawn to miss-hear her.

 

Shawn thought that she was rattled, clearly most campers never spoke to her in this way. He stayed quiet. Enough people had questioned his attitude in the last few months to know that it was best not to say anything in these situations. It didn't matter what he said next, it would only make it worse.

 

“Found you.” She threw a key across the makeshift desk at him.

 

“You’re in cabin six with the other older boys. You can find your own way there.”

4.

The door to cabin six was already open as Shawn sauntered through it. With his birthday at the end of the summer he was one of the youngest in his school year. He nonchalantly threw his bag down onto a bed.

 

“Hey, that’s my bed!”

 

The boy was massive. Shawn stared at his gut. He was eighty, no, almost a hundred pounds heavier than Shawn.

 

“Sorry” Shawn muttered nervously. 

 

“It’s alright dude, you’re clearly a newbie” the massive boy was looking at Shawns chubby little belly as he spoke.

 

“I’ve been sleeping in that bed for the past three years, but you couldn’t’ve known that. My name’s Axel.”

 

Been here for the past three years? What size did he fucking used to be? 

 

“Hi, I’m Shawn,” said Shawn.

 

There were only two other boys in the cabin, despite the fact that it had twelve beds. Shawn had been truly unlucky to throw his bag on a bed that was already taken. The other two were, Henry and Steve, twins from Minnesota, identically fat. At the weigh-in the next day, Shawn would discover that they were both exactly two hundred and eighty nine pounds, fifty nine pounds heavier than him.

 

Looking at the size of the other boys really made Shawn wonder how anyone could think that he needed to go to fat camp. God, he hated his parents.

 

When he had first arrived in the courtyard he hadn’t really paid much attention to the size of the other kids. It was afterall a fat camp so being surrounded by obesity wasn’t initially a surprise. Sitting in the dining hall, waiting to be served, he was only now taking in just how big some of these kids were, especially some of the younger ones. Boys three years his junior dwarfed him. Their bellies sprawled out into their laps as they eagerly awaited their dinner. Some of them were fat and round like butter balls, others were wide and plump, fat spilling over their sides. Some boys had breasts as large as any well developed teenage girl, some had heavy sagging bellies that folded over their thighs. One or two had huge ball guts that made it look like they would struggle to reach the cutlery on the table in front of them.

 

“Why the fuck am I here?” Shawn accidentally spoke out loud.

 

“The same reason as the rest of us” laughed Henry, who was squeezed in next to him on the wooden bench.

 

Steve and Axel who were sat opposite giggled.

 

“There’s only one reason any of us are here” said Steve with a grin. Axel smiled and patted his humongous belly.

 

Shawn was a little surprised to discover that the first night's meal was pizza, but he didn’t say anything or complain as he greedily gulped down the greasy pepperoni. The portions were generous and he was so enjoying his meal that he didn’t even think to consider it strange when they were given ice cream sundaes for dessert. He went back to the cabin with the other boys feeling contentedly full.

 

As soon as they arrived back the three experienced boys immediately produced all types of chocolate and candy from their bags and started munching with poorly hidden glee. Fucking fat fucks, thought Shawn, unsurprised that they had snook in cheat treats. As he watched them chat and eat, his belly grumbled and he became sad at the realisation that he hadn’t thought to bring any contraband. He wanted to ask the other boys if he could share some of theirs, but he badly wanted them to like him, so he kept quiet.

 

“Hey Shawn, why you not got any…” Axel was interrupted by the counsellor at the door.

 

Shit they’re in trouble now, thought Shawn. Jim filled the doorway, he looked at the three fat boys, their puffed out cheeks chewing away, wrappers littering the beds and floor around them, before he turned to Shawn.

 

Jim was twenty one but didn’t look more than a year or so older than the campers in cabin six. He was also just as fat as them. Shawn looked at the young tight skin on his face, stretched out into a full circle by the fat that clung to his skull. He had a thick double chin that hung down to the top of his t-shirt. The words ‘Camp Counsellor’ were printed across his bulging chest. The t-shirt was too tight and too small, clearly from a previous year. Shawn could see the bottom part of Jim’s stomach sticking out from underneath it. Shawn realised that he was staring.

 

“Hi, I’m Jim, you must be Shawn?”

 

Shawn stood up and they shook hands. Jim’s hands were big and soft, his handshake kind and friendly. They exchanged pleasantries and Jim left wishing the boys a good night, saying that he would come and collect them all in the morning for the pre-breakfast weigh in.

 

“Wow, that was lucky!” Shawn exclaimed as soon as Jim shut the door. The boys all gave him a confused look. 

 

“Whad’ya mean?” It was Steve that spoke. 

 

“You almost got caught!” 

 

“Doing what?” replied Axel.

 

“Eating!” said Shawn

 

Henry laughed a fake laugh like he didn’t know what he was laughing at. The other two just looked at him gone out. The perplexion on Shawn’s face must have given him away. Suddenly, Henry  burst out into uncontrollable laughter. Steve joined in. Axel was the last to catch on.

 

“Whad’ya mean we’ve got another one? Like little Timmy in the first year?”

 

“Yeah I think so,” Henry said.

 

“Shawn, what exactly do you think this place is?” asked Steve. Delight in the expectation of the answer twinkled in his eyes. 

 

“Well, it’s a erm…” Shawn was really unsure of himself now. 

 

“It’s a… er... fat camp… you know… to er… lose weight.”

 

The three boys howled with laughter. Henry and Steve both fell off the bed. It was so funny. Their fat bodies slammed onto the floor. Shawn was sure that he felt the cabin shake.

 

“Sorry, sorry,” said Axel, “We don’t mean to be mean. It’s a fat camp, by which I mean it’s a Fat Camp,” he was purposefully emphasising the words.

 

But Shawn still didn’t get it.

 

“Fat Camp,” Henry was now joining in from the floor, repeating the words over and over, “Fat Camp, Fat Camp.”

 

Shawn was still puzzled, his brain kind of frozen, not wanting to say anything else stupid.

 

“Dude.. it’s a camp where you gain weight,” Steve said finally.

 

“Why the fuck would anybody want to do that?” 

 

The boys once again rolled around in fits of laughter.

 

“Oh boy!” said Axel, with a glint in his eye, “You’re going to have fun finding out!”

5.

JIm woke them up the next morning at precisely eight am. Shawn was about to get dressed when Jim told him not to bother.

 

“It’s the weigh in dude. Just come in your boxers.”

 

All of the boys were gathered again in the dinner hall. All eighty five of them. The dinner tables had been removed and they all sat in lines on the benches waiting to be weighed and measured. Shawn was last as the weigh-in was done in age order. His new friends were sat next to him. They watched as the younger boys were weighed and measured one by one.

 

Shawn had never seen so much fat in his life. Every boy was just in his briefs or boxers, layers of fat spilling out in every direction. Boys as round as beach balls waddled up to the scales, some had mounds of back fat piled up in rolls, some were short and dumpy, others tall with low hanging breasts. Several had clearly visible stretch marks on either their bellies or thighs, or both. One boy had marks on his upper arms. Their weight would be read out loud:

 

“Tom Stanton 265lbs,” “William Mitchell 310lbs,” “John Jones 240lbs.” There was only one boy who weighed less than Shawn, “Tony Holmes 225lbs,” and he was clearly the youngest there.

 

When it was finally Shawns turn he walked nervously up to the scales. When they read out his name, he felt kind of ashamed, “Shawn Stringer 230lbs.”

 

The camp leader, a rotund forty five year old called Gary, placed a tape measure around Shawn’s belly, taking his waist measurement at belly button height. 

 

“Forty two inches.” 

 

He then measured his chest, thighs, and arms. Shawn looked down at his feet. 

 

“Don’t worry son,” Gary was speaking in a calm relaxed tone, “We’ll have you in great shape by the time you leave here.”

 

Gary smiled at Shawn and gave him a friendly pat on the back. Shawn watched his, now seemingly small, belly jiggle due to the movement.

 

“Thank you,” he mumbled under his breath.

 

“David Dolittle!”

 

Shawn turned around in surprise. He wasn’t expecting any more names to be called. He had waited for over an hour to be weighed and had always been the last in line. 

 

“David Dolittle!” yelled Gary, even louder.

 

David stepped slowly into the dinner hall. He was a giant. Shawn had never seen anyone like it. Not in real life anyway. David was as wide as he was tall. He lumbered slowly forward.

 

“I’m… coming… sir.” He was already out of breath.

 

Shawn stepped aside to let the monstrous teenager pass. David slowly stepped up onto the scale, his white briefs invisible from the front due to the mounds of fat that hung down limp over them from every angle. Shawn watched from behind, staring at the largest ass he’d ever seen, cellulite seemingly aching to break free from the confines of the underwear.

 

“David Dolittle, 475lbs.”

 

Shawn gasped in shock. David’s neck fat started to roll like waves out at sea as he slowly turned his head in order to give Shawn the devil eyes. Camp leader Gary had asked Jim to bring him the extender to the tape measure. Jim attached the two pieces together and the pair of them held it around David’s elephantine stomach.

 

“Eighty seven inches, congratulations David, you’re much bigger than when you left us last year.”

 

“Of course I fucking am” was the only response.

 

That was until he slowly turned once more and looked at Shawn with a glare of total contempt. 

 

“And what the fuck does this skinny little dickhead think he’s looking at? … He can fuck right off! The skinny little runt!”

6.

“Who the hell was that at the weigh in?” Shawn asked. 

 

The four boys were back in their cabin. 

 

“I thought we were the oldest here?”

 

“That…” said Axel “...was David Dolittle. He’s the spoiled rich kid. Nobody likes him. He’s got his own private accommodation that Daddy pays for.”

 

“And his own private chef,” chipped in Henry.

 

“Yeah, he’s only so fat cos he’s so rich,” added Steve.

 

“I’m pretty sure that he’s eighteen. I think his birthday is around Christmas” said Axel.

 

“Well, I fucking hate him. He was rude as fuck to me for no reason. Called me a skinny little runt!”

 

“That sounds like him,” said Steve, “He’s a total douchebag.” 

 

“There’s one way to get him back,” said Axel. 

 

“Yeah, what’s that?” Shawn really wanted to get David back. 

 

“Well to gain weight of course!” all the boys except Shawn laughed. 

 

“But, I’m not sure that I want to gain weight. I didn’t even know that was what this camp was for!” 

 

“But, I bet when you first came here, when you thought it was a weight loss camp, I bet you hated it then, didn’t you?” said Steve insightfully.

 

“Yeah, well that’s true. I was well pissed off with my parents.”

 

“I bet you were!” said Henry.

 

“So if you didn’t want to lose weight then you don’t mind being fat?” said Axel.

 

“Well, I guess not.” Shawn knew when was being peer pressured.

 

“So you may as well gain weight!” Axel and the twins laughed again.

 

“Well I did feel kind of like the odd one out at the weigh in, you know, everyone else was so much bigger than me, I do wanna fit in here.”

 

“Of course you do!” exclaimed Axel. “We want you to fit in too. You’re a cool guy. You just need a bit more puddin’ on ya!”

 

“What you need is to find the motivation,” said Steve.

 

“Yeah, the motivation!” Henry copied his brother like a facsimile.

 

“Why do you guys wanna be fat?” asked Shawn.

 

“Because it tastes so sweet!” said Steve, almost salivating.

 

“Because my brother is!” said Henry with a smile.

 

“For private reasons,” said Axel with a wink. “But you need to find your own motivation. Motivation is a personal thing.”

 

Shawn lay on his bed kneading at his soft stomach. The other boys had taken to eating their snacks while he thought. He thought about his Dad. He thought about his parents. How they had both nagged him constantly the last eighteen months. All he wanted to do was chill out, play games, eat some snacks and be left alone. But they never left him alone. They were always on at him about his school work, and his future, and what he wanted to be. Why wouldn’t they just leave him alone? All I want to do is eat, play, and watch porn. I’m only seventeen! Just leave me be!

 

“You’re a lazy piece of shit” his Dad had said.

 

“Get out of that damn room, it stinks!” his Mom had said.

 

“Come and eat dinner with us! You can’t have take-out again!”

 

“You’re getting chubby”

 

“And lazy!”

 

“Get off your god damn fat ass and do something for fuck’s sake!” His Dad had been really angry that day, and he hadn’t even done anything!

 

And now they had sent him to fat camp! When he hadn’t even done anything! And he wasn’t even that fat! Not compared to the kids here. I’m not even the fattest kid at school, he thought, Danny Dinkles and that fresher kid, James Whatever, are both way fatter than me! 

 

And they send me to fat camp?! Fucking cunts!!

 

Shawn sat up with a sudden jolt, “I’ve got it!” 

 

The other boys looked straight at him. 

 

“Revenge!” he shouted.

 

“My bastard parents forced me here against my will ‘cos they wanted me to lose weight. Well, think how pissed they’ll be when I come home from “weight loss” camp not just heavier but WAAYYY fucking heavier!!” 

 

“Perfect!” said Henry, his chubby mouth, full of candy, breaking into a smile.

 

“I think that’ll work just fine,” said Steve, rubbing his distended belly.

 

His belly’s going to swell so fucking beautifully, thought Axel, as he smiled and stared into Shawn’s eyes, his right hand moving discreetly in his pocket.

7.

On the way to breakfast the next morning Axel was explaining to Shawn how the camp worked.

 

“Ya see, the first two days they purposefully underfeed us. It’s designed to increase our appetites. That’s why we only got pizza the first night and burgers yesterday. But today camp starts for real. It’s the start of the five point programme.”

 

“What’s that?” asked Shawn.

 

Henry answered him, “Point one is eat. Point two is eat some more. Point three is erm… no really eat some more. Point four is keep eating, and point five is eat.”

 

Henry and Steve both laughed identical laughs, their identically round chubby faces broadening into smiles, they’re identically sized spherical stomachs bouncing as they walked in tandem.

 

“You guys are winding me up right?”

 

“Well kinda,” said Steve.

 

When they got to the dinning hall it was about half full. Forty to fifty porky teens were already greedily filling their faces. Axel was already there. He beckoned his three friends over. The boys sat together and Axel explained for Shawn’s benefit how breakfast works. 

 

“So, it’s always a buffet every morning. Opens at seven and shuts at ten. You’re allowed to come and go as you want and to stay as long as you want. The unspoken challenge is of course to stay for the whole three hours and eat constantly but in reality very few boys actually manage to achieve that, most are stuffed to bursting after just an hour or so.”

 

Shawn looked around him at the mass of young fat bodies. Everyone seemed to be eating and the vast majority were clearly enjoying themselves. One boy on the next table appeared to be in pain and was grimacing, bent slightly forward holding a handful of belly fat in his left hand while he desperately tried to fork more bacon into his mouth with the right.

 

“Rookie mistake,” said Steve, who must have noticed where Shawn was staring.

 

“Yeah, I don’t know him,” said Axel, “He must be a newbie too. Basic error going for too much too soon. You gotta build up to it, everyone knows that!”

 

Shawn looked down at his own belly. It stuck out a couple of inches below his chest. He gave it a little prod and it growled.

 

“Too much talking and not enough eating going on here boys, we’ll get ourselves in trouble!” Shawn was pleased with the reaction to this comment.

 

“Look he’s getting the idea already,” said Henry.

 

With that the four rotund boys got up to make their way to the buffet for the first course of the day.

 

Shawn had never seen so much food. The buffet had been laid out against three out of the building's four walls and sweaty overweight counsellors were busy running back and forth constantly refilling it. The first section was cereal. A fine selection of all the most childish and fattening options. There were enough Frosties to feed two tigers, cupboards full of cartons of Coco Pops and Choco Flakes. Gallons of full fat milk and chocolate milk. A fat sixteen year old named Jake stood next to Shawn, he was only an inch or so shorter than Shawn but about seventy pounds heavier having hit the big three zero zero last year. He shifted his weight awkwardly before speaking.

 

“Hey, have you seen where they put the oat milk?”

 

Shawn was startled by this question, “Er… no sorry …. I errm…. I’m not sure if they have any.”

 

“Have any? Of course they have it. This place is totally inclusive. Get with the twenty-first century dude. They’ve got everything here!”

 

At this point Jim the counsellor came to Shawn’s rescue and quickly produced a gallon of oat milk.

 

“Who was that?” asked Shawn.

 

“Oh that was Jake,” Jim replied, “He’s our resident vegan. It’s his second year here now. He’s a nice guy. Probably just a bit grumpy when hungry in the morning.”

 

Vegan? Thought Shawn as he watched the boys giant round buttocks wobble away.

 

Shawn came back to the table with a huge bowl, not like a normal breakfast bowl but like a mixing bowl, full or Choco Flakes, Coco Pops and a mix of the full fat and chocolate milk. Shawn was still quite childish, at times. He plopped himself on the bench and started slurping away. When he looked up he saw that Axel was already back and consuming cereal in the same way as him, only he had brought two full mixing bowls back. Wow, thought Shawn.

 

The twins came back with huge bowls full of Frosties on which they both poured what seemed like half a packet of sugar. Axel on spotting them do this pulled an expression of frustration. He grabbed at the sugar and did the same to his remaining bowl and a half. Shawn wanted to join in, to be the same as his friends, but he was already starting to feel a bit sick having almost finished his own huge bowl.

 

Shawn waited for the other boys to finish their cereal, this gave his stomach some time to settle. The boys agreed that for Shawn’s benefit it would be a nice idea to do the full buffet challenge. This meant taking at least one portion from each section, a common camp game. Steve and Henry warned Shawn that although this was difficult for a newbie, it was achievable so long as he didn’t get too greedy. 

 

“You must limit your portion sizes. Get to know your own limits, when you can push them and when you can’t.” Axel explained.

 

Shawn nodded along to this advice, smiling, thinking about how good everything was going to taste, but he inevitably failed to follow it.

 

He knew that he would never keep up with Axel, who easily had fifty pounds on the twins, and was eating double portions of everything in comparison to them. Shawn though wanted to be in with his friends so was matching the twins. But he was not a triplet.

 

The fat brothers had four years camp experience, and unbeknown to Shawn were actually pacing themselves. To his eyes though they were all eating with a never before seen abundance.

 

The second station was the bread station. Uncountable amounts of breads, toasts, croissants, and crumpets. But Shawn and the twins had pop tarts. Six each dipped in Nutella.

 

Next up was the hot food, masses of English breakfast items. Axel had said that it was important to eat something savoury. Five large rashers of sizzling bacon, four fat sausages, three fried eggs, hash browns and mushrooms (the only vegetable on display). Shawn washed this all down with lashings of ketchup and a 30 ounce of chocolate milk. His belly ached. He could feel his insides straining and his heart was beating heavier. He wished that he could say that he needed to give up but just as he was thinking this Axel announced the fourth round. The pancake station.

 

Five fat American pancakes piled on top of each other oozing with maple syrup. The twins, and hence Shawn, had topped this with thick double cream, ice cream, bananas, and what seemed like a whole bottle of chocolate sauce.

 

Shawn was half way through his plate when he clutched his gut and grimaced in pain. His face turned red as the abdominal pain sucker punched him in his flabby gut.

 

“Aarrggghh!” He rolled forwards and then back.

 

“Don’t worry,” said Axel as he swiftly removed the plate in front of him and finished it off himself.

 

“I won’t let you be embarrassed dude.” It was an unspoken shame at camp to fail to finish a plate.

 

“Rookie mistake,” said Steve to Henry.

8.

Back in the cabin Shawn lay on his bed in the recovery position cradling his belly. He had removed his t-shirt and his gut splayed out on the bed squished between his knees and soft chest. It hurt so bad but it also felt bigger. He also felt strangely horny.

 

This was Shawn’s third day at camp and due to the shared accommodation he had yet to jack it. At home it wasn’t abnormal for Shawn to jack off three or more times a day. He was in his late teens and his balls quickly refilled with cum that needed to be released. They were now achingly full along with his belly. A strange sensation.

 

Shawn stayed lying like that for a good half hour before the pain started to subside. He got up and went to the bathroom. On his way back he noticed that the three other boys were once again munching on candy.

 

“How on Earth can you guys already be eating again after a breakfast like that?” He was honestly perplexed.

 

“It’s just a little aperitif before lunch,” said Axel with a laugh

 

 Oh God, lunch! thought Shawn, the very idea caused his stomach to ache again.

 

“What time is lunch?” 

 

“Twelve” answered Henry. It was only an hour away. 

 

“But, I thought twelve was when Jim said we were doing our first activity?”

 

“It is,” replied Steve, “We’re having a barbecue.”

9.

To the bemusement of the other boys Shawn decided to spend the spare hour trying to walk off his breakfast with limited success. The camp was set in woodland, around a small lake in central southern Indiana.

 

It was not a large site and Shawn was only able to walk halfway around the lake as it was fenced off due to what appeared to be another camp. He peered through a gap in the slats, and thought that he saw a ghostly figure. He closed his eyes and opened them again. There was no one there. The other camp, if that’s what it was, appeared to be empty. It must be abandoned, thought Shawn.

 

He was equally taken aback by the seeming lack of facilities in his own camp. Every summer camp he had been to before had go-karts and/or zip lines, zorbing, and an obstacle course. There was a swimming spot by the lake with a small pontoon but no signs of any play equipment. Where was the hut full of inflatables and slides? Where did they keep the canoes? Apart from the pontoon the only other noticeable sign of any entertainment or recreational activities was a central fire pit and seating area where Jim and the other counsellors were readying and lighting the barbecues. Are we not supposed to do that ourselves? he wondered.

10.

He got back to the cabin just as the others were leaving for lunch so followed them. When they arrived back at the barbecues most of the other campers were already there. He spotted two younger boys, relatively slim like him, down by the pontoon jumping into the water. They were the only kids he’d seen playing since he arrived.

 

The smell from the barbecues was delicious, the tasty smoke made Shawn salivate despite the fact that he really wasn’t hungry in the slightest.

 

Sausages and steaks, chicken and pork, burgers and whole fresh fish sizzled away.

 

Every boy there seemed eager to start and a long line of fat dumpy testosterone filled teenagers formed.

 

Shawn managed to eat, the peer pressure against not doing so was too strong.

 

He had three cheeseburgers. For good measure he placed three slices of cheese on each, along with three tablespoons of mayo on each bun. Three was his favourite number. He had always considered it to be lucky.

 

His belly ached again as he licked the last of the mayonnaise from his chubby lips and cheeks. His three friends ate way more, but that was to be expected.

 

For the first time that day Shawn spotted David Dolittle, whom he had somehow missed at breakfast. The teen mountain was scoffing sausage after sausage into his greedy mouth.

 

Shawn had not seen him start to eat but decided to count anyway. Eighteen sausages, seven burgers, two steaks, pork belly, and five of something called ‘pigs in blankets.’ This boy was a beast. Shawn was full of both hatred and envy for the rich glutton.

11.

After lunch the four teens from cabin six sat out by the lake watching a handful of the younger children swim and play.

 

“This evening is the special opening banquet,” Axel was explaining, “along with arrival day and the last day it’s the only time that we are given table service instead of a buffet.”

 

“It’s when Camp Leader Gary gives a speech to officially welcome us all and outline the five points,” Henry interrupted. 

 

“It’s a real special event.” Steve added.

 

“Hey look. They’re in trouble now!” Axel was pointing at the boys swimming down in the water.

 

Camp Leader Gary and Jim were striding purposefully towards them, their bellies and chests puffed out in a stance of authority.

 

“Why? What are they doing wrong?” 

 

“Unnecessary exercise,” Axel explained, “It’s ok to walk or swim a little, we all need to move, but too much exercise is expressly forbidden.”

 

“A waste of calories!” Henry butted in again. 

 

“They’ve been swimming for a couple of hours now - that’s far too long.” Steve finished the explanation.

 

They watched as Gary and Jim read the soaking fat boys the riot act. Their voices were raised but were too distant to be heard distinctly. Jim was poking one of the boys in his soft flabby stomach. The kid's face was bright red with embarrassment.

 

“He’s pointing out that he’s no longer full enough to keep continuously gaining,” said Steve.

 

“They did that to us in our first week,” added Henry ashamedly, looking down at his belly and dreaming of how big it could be now, had his younger self listened to Camp Leader Gary.

12.

The banquet started at exactly six pm and went on until ten. Four hours of eating. Shawn was daunted but was thankfully now starting to feel hungry again, the pains from his earlier excess finally abating. All of the boys were made to line up in age order as per the weigh-in and silently filed into the dining hall. All except David Dolittle who sat at the head table alongside Camp Leader Gary.

 

“What makes him so fucking special,” Shawn muttered under his breath.

 

The entre was brought out and placed in front of each camper.

 

Calamari rings piled high, fifty or so on each plate, next to a large individual dipping bowl full of creamy aioli. The boys were ordered not to touch it. It was torture! The smell wafted up their piggy noses. Eighty five portly teens, restless and impatient. Saliva dripping from their lips. But they had to wait.

 

“They do this on purpose,” Axel said, “They tease us in order to build up our hunger.”

 

“Well there are twelve courses,” said Henry with a broad smile, the anticipated pleasure clearly visible all over his fat young face.

 

Camp Leader Gary stood and clinked his spoon against his glass. The hall hushed immediately, the moment the feast could begin was drawing near.

 

“Welcome one and all. It’s great to see so many friendly and familiar … and fatter faces! And a very special welcome to all our new campers, I sincerely hope that you enjoy yourselves here at camp. Indulge freely in all that we have to offer. Camp is a positive and inclusive place where everyone is given the equal chance to succeed and meet their goals. Welcome one and all!”

 

There was a pause and a brief round of applause. A projector screen turned on behind Gary with the words ‘The Five Point Programme’ highlighted in bold at the top. There was another round of applause and even a few cheers. 

 

“Point one” said Gary “..EAT.” 

 

The word appeared on the powerpoint in fat bold text next to a small number one. In unison eighty or so obscenely overweight teenagers repeated the word, loud and clear.

 

“EAT!” 

 

“Point two” said Gary “..EAT.”

 

Again the chant rang around the hall, this time eighty five young voices, including Shawn’s joined in.

 

“EAT!

 

“Point three…EAT”

 

“EAT!”

 

“Point four… EAT”

 

“EAT!”

 

“Point five EAT”

 

“EAT!”

 

“EAT, EAT, EAT, EAT, EAT!”  Chanted Gary.

 

“EAT, EAT, EAT, EAT, EAT!!!” Chanted eighty five frenzied hungry teens.

 

This noise was deafening. Scores of fat, hungry, obsessed teens banged their cutlery on the table as they screamed. The sound was hypnotic.

 

Shawn felt an emptiness in his stomach, a hunger pain that hurt his belly twice as bad as it had hurt after breakfast. The saliva dripping from his fat lips now ran down onto his plate. He was mesmerised, almost hypnotised. He looked down at the pile of greasy deep fried squid rings, he had never wanted anything more in his life. Gary raised his hand and silence once again fell on the dining hall.

 

He lowered it and bellowed at the top of his voice, a whole barrel belly full of air blasted out.

 

“EAT!!!!!!”

 

Shawn grabbed a greedy handful of the delicious calamari and rammed it into his mouth. He barely chewed. His hand was already grabbing a second massive portion, he drowned it in the dip, aioli smothered his hand. He looked like he was almost trying to swallow his fist as he gulped down the battered seafood and sucked the juicy sauce clean from his skin. In just over thirty seconds fifty calamari were gone.

 

He didn’t look up and the second course was presented to him. Pasta carbonara smothered in melted cheese. He grabbed his fork and started shovelling. The chicken course swiftly followed. Thirty spicy wings soaked in sweet and sour. Only when he went to pick up his napkin to wipe his sticky hands did he finally look up.

 

All the other boys were caught in the same trance, fixated by food and growing their already unsightly fat bodies. He had never seen so many people smile at the same time. The room was full of happiness and joy. To his surprise many of the boys were still on their second or third course. Axel had also finished and flashed him a smile. Steve and Henry were still working their way through the wings in unison. Twenty two, twenty three, their synchronicity was as amazing as it was alarming. Sweet and sour sauce leaked from the left side of their mouths in exactly the same place as they grinned huge idiotic grins.

 

The fourth course was venison. The fifth poached salmon with caviar. Shawn had never eaten so much or so extravagantly. As the evening passed the pace of the feast and the serving naturally slowed as the greedy boys tired and started to feel full. No one stopped though, no one gave in. Courses were interrupted by laughter and jokes, toasts and boasts.

 

Nasty stinking farts started to let rip, but no one was embarrassed. Each loud “Ptoot!” was greeted with a cheer and a slap on the back for the fat deliverer. Abdominal adipose tissue shook and swayed with laughter, massive mouthfuls of delicious food and gulps of sweet liquids. Ass cheeks quivered and shook as masses of noxious gases were released to raptures of hysterical laughter. The feast went on for hours. Shawn had never had such a riotous time. It was glorious and his belly felt awesome.

 

The last five courses were all desserts. By this time the smell in the room would have knocked out anyone freshly entering it, but the party goers didn’t care. They sucked down their forty ounce milkshakes, inhaled the cheesecake, destroyed the biscuits, suckled on the sorbet, and quaffed down the coffee and cakes. Axel referred to this final course as pousse-café. Henry tried to help by saying that it was a digestif, but Shawn was too full and too happy to care to try to understand. He swore that his belly had visibly swollen in front of him as the night continued, bragging to the others that it must be sticking out another inch.

 

His friends pleased him with their platitudes and congratulated him on becoming a proper fat fuck.

 

On their way out of the hall each camper was provided with a goody bag consisting of a pint of full fat milk and a packet of Double Chocolate Cream Oreos for supper in their cabins.

13.

Back at cabin six, Shawn and the other boys wolfed down their cookies and milk and lay on their respective beds shirtless and breathless. Four fat bulbous stomachs breathed heavily up and down, two of them in unison, as their owners sighed in relief.

 

“Man I fucking love opening banquet night,” said Axel, as he sneakily stuck a handful of M&M’s into his mouth.

 

Shawn lay on his bed like this for a half hour or so, kneading at the lower half of his bloated stomach. He heard snoring coming from Axel and Steve’s bunks, both porkers had fallen asleep on their backs. Axel’s belly went up and down with each breath like a balloon filling, releasing, and refilling with air. Shawn looked over at Henry who was awake, under his sheets, smiling like a goon. Shawn smiled at him and then noticed that he was pitching a massive tent. Shawn maybe hadn’t noticed at first due to the abnormal size of his belly in front of him, but he was rock fucking hard.

 

The horn ran through his soft bloated body from head to toe and back again. He looked at his round swollen belly, so satisfied and full. He looked at his new friend smiling sweetly to himself. Blonde hair in light curls, sea blue eyes, such soft chubby skin. God, Shawn had never needed a wank so bad in his life. He looked at Henry again and noticed movement underneath his covers.

 

“Henry,” he whispered.

 

Henry was awake and looked straight at him.

 

“Are you jacking it?”

 

“Yeah” sniggered Henry.

 

“Don’t it bother you? With others being here?”

 

Henry hadn’t stopped, if anything he was pulling on it harder. Shawn could now clearly see his mound like belly shaking with every tug below the covers.

 

“Nah,” he said, “If anything I prefer someone else to be here. I’m used to sharing a room with my brother.”

 

He looked at Shawn’s boner and leered.

 

“If you need to, just do it. You don’t have to feel bad about me. I like it.”

 

Shawn just lay there, dick up, belly rising and falling, seemingly staring into nothingness. Henry pulled off his bed sheet so that Shawn could see everything. He gripped his cock tighter and yanked at it so hard that Shawn thought he would pull it off. He let out a deep sigh and rolled his head back.

 

“Go on dude, it’s ok.”

 

Shawn reached around his stuffed belly and pushed his hand down into his now tight boxer shorts. He slowly tightened a grip around his shaft and began to pull. The relief was immediate. Henry watched as Shawn lent forward to kick off his boxers which now clung so tightly to his waist and thighs that they hurt.

Both boys were now naked and pleasuring themselves. Henry pulled hard whilst staring at Shawn’s balls. They looked fat and juicy and ready to explode. He looked down at the top of his own belly and thought the same thing. He noticed Shawn eyeing up his fat thighs, he slowly lifted his left leg and slapped his cock against it. The young, soft, round thigh rippled and Shawn laughed a sweet giggle. Then Henry let one rip. Moving his leg had dislodged some gas, it was loud and smelly. Shawn laughed harder as he squeezed and pulled on his shaft. Shawn’s cock was thick and long and uncut. Henry tried to shush him but as he did Shawn rolled onto his side and farted, long and wet, baring his round sweaty ass cheeks to Henry. Henry laughed. Axel woke but remained still and quiet, watching. 

 

The pair of boys kept on wanking and farting and laughing. After a few minutes Henry went silent, a certain look appeared on his face. Shawn had never seen another boy cum before, he watched in excited anticipation. As Henry released his eyes rolled back, he smiled broadly and his fat cheeks quivered. His bloated belly shook thunderously, as did his sweet fat thighs. They were now sticky with cum, as was his underbelly. He was too fat and too stuffed to spray any cum over the mini-mountain of lard that years of teenage bingeing had grown. He groaned.

 

As he was watching this Shawn had also heard Steve groan in his sleep. It was of a more muffled “hmmm” sort of sound than Henry’s groan, but his briefs were now noticeably wet. The underside of his belly also stained. They really did do everything together.

 

“What shall I do? Shall I stop?”

 

“Oh no,” whispered Henry to his new friend. “I may be a fat greedy fuck but I’m not that selfish, well not in that way, anyhow. You keep going.”

 

Shawn closed his eyes, gripped even tighter and pulled harder and faster. His belly hurt so fucking much, he felt so fucking fat, his balls were so ready to burst after days of starvation. They also needed feeding. He felt his belly wobble, his soft but small tits joined in the dance.

He felt a soft hand move across his right love handle, gently caressing his muffin top. It felt so good. A soft friendly voice spoke to him.

 

“Imagine that every time you cum you gain ten pounds.”

 

Jizz spurted everywhere, it was like a firemans hose, or a racehorse pissing. Shawn sprayed his round belly and tits, the cum showered down all over him, some even splashed up onto his face and into Henry’s hair. It was as if his balls had shrunk to half their previous size. He had never cum so hard, or for so long, in his life. He let out an unearthly deep satisfied moan from the bottom of his tightly packed and swollen stomach.

 

He slowly opened his eyes to see Henry leaning over him smiling broadly. The cute fat boy gave him a super quick peck on the lips and said;

 

“So long as you tell no one else about that last bit we can do the same again tomorrow.”

 

Both boys promptly went to sleep without cleaning up. The cabin smelled rotten in the morning.

14.

The following days followed pretty much the same pattern as Shawn fell into the routine of camp life. Every day started with an insanely big breakfast. Shawn would eat until he couldn’t handle the pain. On day six he even completed the breakfast buffet challenge for the first time, all six stations. And it was not like he had limited his portion sizes in the slightest. The rest of his mornings were spent sleeping off his early excesses, catching up on sleep lost due to late nights.

 

Lunch for Shawn was always light, well by camp standards. Shawn had gained a tendency of overdoing it at breakfast. One day, when they had been allowed to order take-out. Shawn had a large double pepperoni, side of garlic bread and chicken strips. Another day it was half a tray of sandwiches. Never too much.

 

His appetite always came back in time for the evening buffet where five plates plus two large portions of desserts became the go to norm for Shawn. Evenings were spent talking and joking in the cabin, waiting for the other two to go to sleep. Henry and Shawn would then play all sorts of secret jacking games. Racing each other, teasing each other about their weight. The two boys would boast about who would gain the most and then cum joyously all over their bloated bodies. Whilst Steve always seemed to enjoy his wet dreams. It was the best way to relieve the strain after yet another day of excessive gluttony.

 

Shawn and Henry would gently touch each other, mostly in the abdomen, stroking, prodding, and rubbing each other's swollen bellies. The gentleness exhibited by touch was in sharp contrast to how they spoke and behaved otherwise. Their language was crude and rude. Fat insults flew around the cabin at lightspeed. Shawn had even developed a fun habit of squatting on Henry’s face while they were both jacking off and farting loudly. Henry seemed to love this and hoovered up the stink as greedily as he did pizza and pork chops.

 

Both boys, all four boys, had gained a decent amount of weight that week and were keenly looking forward to the second weigh in.

15.

On the walk over to the dining room on the seventh morning Axel had gone into explanatory mode again. 

 

“So the weigh-in measures a few different things. They will give you your new weight, weight difference, that is the amount gained. They will remeasure you and let you know your new waist size. They take all this data to gather statistics. How much have we grown as a cabin? How much have we gained as a camp? Per week, and over the whole summer. If Camp Leader Gary is happy with our performance then he will reward us.” 

 

Hmmm thought Shawn, licking his lips. He was sure that the reward would be tasty. He was hungry as were all the boys. The only real bad thing about weigh-in day was that it delayed breakfast by up to an hour and a half. 

 

“Why can’t they weigh us after breakfast?” grumbled Shawn.

 

“They gotta measure us empty, so that we can’t just stuff and cheat,” explained Steve.

 

“That’s why I keep enough snacks to keep me going all night,” said Axel with a real sense of pride in his ability to cheat the system.

16.

At breakfast Shawn was pleased and celebrated with a starter of two mixing bowls of Coco Pops.

 

“Sixteen pounds up and two extra inches,” he declared with a smile big enough to break the room.

 

“I’m so proud of you” said Henry, “But I’m twenty one pounds up and three inches bigger!” 

 

“Snap!” said Steve.

 

“Yeah but you had a head start” retorted Shawn.

 

The three boys slapped their bellies in celebration and greedily dug into their breakfasts.

 

All three were visibly bigger. Steve and Henry, round to start with, had now started to balloon out into balls. One big ball for the belly, two smaller ones for the tits, and two medium size ones crammed into the back of their straining shorts. They wobbled in unison wherever they went and both looked proud as punch with their expanding bodies.

 

Shawn was not as big but had now officially crossed the line between chubby and fat. He was a fat young man. His arms and legs had rounded out. His t-shirt sleeves dug into the top of his arms and he could no longer button up his shorts when he sat. Done up, they hurt when he stood as well, so he tended to leave them unbuttoned all the time. He was also proud, proud of the fact that he had been spot on that night when he said his belly stuck out an extra two inches. He was a gaining genius.

 

Axel had also gained weight, a lot of weight. But he didn’t feel the need to boast about it. He was massive to start with and he would soon be more than massive. He knew this and it suited him well. Unlike a certain David Dolittle who had broken the five hundred pound mark during the week. Certainly an achievement to be celebrated, but did he have to demand that everybody watches and applauds his weigh-in? Shawn thought that was just too much. The giant bighead annoyed the hell out of him.

 

After their celebratory breakfast, all seven stations. Shawn asked Henry on the sly if he wanted to go for a walk. “Walk?” said the blonde boy, “Are you insane?” “No, you don’t get my meaning” Shawn winked, “let’s go for a walk. I know a secret spot in the woods” His fat friend smiled knowingly, “OK!” he said excitedly.

17.

The boys had never jacked it together in the daytime before but Shawn’s balls felt like they were swelling bigger by the minute. He looked at his friend's big round belly, twenty one pounds heavier. Twenty one pounds more fat, sat so perfectly in a sphere, as if formed by gravity. His balls ached so bad.

 

He cupped his own soft belly in his hand as he walked, feeling it jiggle up and down with every step. When they got to the spot, a secluded opening amongst the trees, he instinctively grabbed his friend by the belly, pulled him towards him and kissed him passionately.

 

Their tongues greedily tried to eat each other as their fat hands groped all over each other’s buxom bodies. They ripped off their t-shirts and Shawn started sucking on his friend's fat swollen tits. First the left one, then the right one. They were so succulent. He could feel his dick twitching aggressively.

 

He quickly pulled down his already undone shorts and pulled it out. The other boy did the same and they grabbed onto each other.

 

For the first time they jacked each other off, lying semi-naked on the floor. They lay on their sides, belly to belly, facing each other. They gazed longingly into each other's eyes. Every so often their bellies would bump into each other and they’d laugh. Eventually, they came at the same time, spurting pints of cum all over each other's fat swollen guts.

 

Again, acting solely on instinct, Shawn moved his head down to Henry’s beautifully round belly and started hungrily licking up all the cum. He swallowed it all, then proceeded to wipe all the cum off his own body with two fingers and eat that as well. He wrapped his greedy tongue around his fingers and was sure not to waste a single drop. Finally he dropped down onto his back, belly protruding skywards, and sucked in a massively satisfying sigh. He would be very hungry at lunch time today.

 

The fatter boy looked at him lovingly and spoke.

 

“Oh wow! That was amazing! I’ve never done anything like that before.”

 

“Oh sure we have,” Shawn said, “We’ve just never taken it that far before.” Shawn didn’t notice the look on his friend's face.

 

“Well I’ve dreamed about it plenty, but I’ve never actually done it.”

 

“Henry, what are you talking about?”

 

“Well that’s the thing, you’ve clearly done this before, but I haven’t, because I’m not Henry.”

18.

When they got back Henry was alone in the cabin washing his underwear in the sink. He looked exhausted.

 

“Sorry guys, I swear I had one clean pair left.”

 

Shawn wasn’t listening, he was transfixed by Henry’s naked ass, so round and swollen, two perfect juicy peaches just waiting for him to… Damn it! He was already horny! I could so fucking hit that, he thought.

 

“Where’s Axel?” Steve thankfully interrupted his thought pattern.

 

“Gone to see if we can borrow Gary’s car. We need to go on a snack run to the supermarket.”

 

“Oh great,” said Shawn, “I can finally get some snacks for the cabin.”

 

Axel returned ten minutes later, not with the keys to Gary’s car, but with the keys to Jim’s.

 

Axel, Henry and Steve had borrowed the camp leader’s car a couple of times the previous summer. When they’d first asked for it Gary had told them that extra-curricular activities were always encouraged so long as they were educational. At fat camp, going to buy sugary treats counted as an educational outing.

 

On this occasion though, Axel had failed to find the camp leader, who was almost always in his office. Sharon the reception lady informed him that he had left camp for the day to attend an important meeting and had suggested asking the genial Jim instead. Jim agreed on the proviso that the boys bought a few snacks for him while they were there. 

 

He gladly handed Axel a fifty and the keys.

 

As the boys were climbing into the old sedan they were approached by two of the younger campers.

 

 “Where are you guys going?” the taller one said.

 

Shawn noticed that it was the two ‘newbies’ that they had seen being told off for swimming earlier in the week.

 

“We’re going on a snack run,” he answered honestly.

 

“Would you mind terribly if my friend and I came along? We’d really appreciate also being able to buy some snacks. I wasn’t able to bring so much from home.”

 

Shawn was kind of shocked to hear that the smaller boy was English. Figuring that he must have flown to Indiana from the UK, Shawn accepted this explanation, after all he hadn’t had to travel half that distance and he’d also failed to bring any snacks with him. 

 

“Yeah, sure,” he said with a welcoming smile.

 

Axel frowned, “I’m really not sure how we’re all going to fit.”

 

This turned out to be an accurate assessment. Axel, by far the biggest boy drove, Shawn also rode in the front. This left the more than tubby twins, Johnny - the English boy, and his friend, who turned out to be called Kai, to squeeze onto the back seat. It was more than tight.

 

The boys' thighs pressed up against each other. Thick love handles and bulging sides squashed up so that they almost formed one continuous blob of fat. Two of them, Henry and Johnny, were forced to sit in the middle with their arms forced uncomfortably forward as there was no width left due their fat asses. It took Kai three attempts to shut the door as his bloated right buttock was failing to fit on the seat. He ended up perched unnaturally on his left side, the abdominal fat on his right side pushed painfully up against the door. He opened the window to hang his chubby arm out of it. This gave him a small piece of relief.

19.

Thankfully the local WalMart was only five miles or so from camp. The younger boys and the twins fell and climbed out of the back seat while Shawn went to fetch a cart.

 

Inside the store Shawn wandered up and down the aisles enjoying the freedom of shopping without parental oversight. He took everything that he felt like, and he felt like a lot. His parents had supplied him with a generous allowance for his time at camp in an attempt to appease him as he had been so vocal about not wanting to go.

 

He also now had twenty four unanswered text messages from his Mom and four missed calls from his Dad. He was more than happy to spend their money on getting fat though.

 

The gang of six spent most of the time in the chip aisle, with the cookies and cakes, candy, cola and other soda’s. It was Johnny’s first time ‘on the other side of the pond’ as he put it and he was cheerfully filling the cart with all the new brands that he had never tried before.

 

A reasonable time was spent in the frozen foods selecting ice creams. When looking at the cans of spray cream in the fridges Shawn asked;

 

“Have any of you ever done whippets?”

 

Axel responded to the question with another one, “How many calories do they have in them?” 

 

Their cart was overloaded as they approached the check out, a mountain of chocolate, candy, snacks, and junk food. Not a single fruit or vegetable in sight. It was an immense amount of food. How it looked to the other shoppers and staff to see six obese teenage boys buying such a ludicrous amount of fattening junk never occurred to Shawn. If it occurred to any of the others they certainly didn’t say so.

 

“That will be $358. Would you like to donate an extra $5 to the local children’s hospice today?”

 

“No” said Shawn with an idiotic grin on his fat face.

 

He was clearly pleased with himself for this humorous retort. The cashier was about his age, a pretty girl with red hair, she rolled her eyes.

 

“I’ve never seen any of you guys before. Are you from out of town?”

 

“We’re from the summer camp down the road,” Shawn replied. She rolled her eyes again.

 

“Oh that makes sense.”

 

“Why you gotta be like that?” Axel said, taking offence at her insinuation.

 

She ignored him and continued speaking to Shawn.

 

“I thought they had like changed that place or like closed it down or something?”

 

“I dunno, It’s my first year there. It’s definitely still open”

 

“Well I don’t get it at all. I think it’s weird as hell.” She looked directly at Shawn’s belly when she said this.

 

“Who the fuck are you calling weird?” Axel was shouting now.

 

“Chill Axel, it’s ok” Henry and Steve were trying to calm him down, “Don’t worry what she thinks.”

 

“Can we please just pay and get out of here?” said Kai who was starting to feel self-conscious and intimidated by the behaviour of the older boys.

 

“I think that’s a jolly good idea. I really don’t like such shenanigans,” said Johnny.

 

The gang fumbled the cash together in a poor attempt to share the cost equally and headed for the exit, but Axel couldn’t help himself, he turned and shouted at the cashier; 

 

“You’re the weird one, bitch!” 

 

“Fuck you, you fucking fat fucks!!” she screamed, as her manager approached her counter. 

 

Shawn was laughing his fat ass off as they left through the automatic doors.

20.

The trunk was literally full of candy and other goodies. Axel was just closing it when Steve and Henry both shouted “shotgun” at the same time. 

 

“You can’t both ride shotgun” said Axel.

 

“Maybe not, but we can both ride in the front,” said Steve, as he snatched the keys out of Axel’s hand.

 

The rule of shotgun is sacrosanct to teenage boys, even when following it makes no logical or logistical sense.

 

The space in the back vacated by the rotund twins was more than filled by Axel and Shawn. Axel was massive. Shawn was 246 lbs at his last weigh in and those extra sixteen pounds sat on his belly, ass, and waist. It was impossibly tight.

 

Axel and Shawn got in first as they were biggest, followed by Kai, leaving poor English Johnny fighting to get into a four inch space, when he was forty inches wide. He suggested that he could sit on Shawn’s lap. Shawn rejected this out of an honest and reasonable concern that the presence of a fat fourteen year old Brit kid, squashed tightly onto his lap, might give him a boner. He didn’t say this. He said;

 

“Hell Fucking No!”

 

In the end poor, little, fat, English Johnny had to give up on the idea of sitting in the back. Instead he begrudgingly opted to be cruelly crushed into the passenger footwell.

 

He was there on his knees, backed up painfully against the dash with his head pushed forward only four or five inches from Henry’s crotch. From outside the car it looked like he was giving him oral pleasure. In reality he was just staring at hard sausage.

 

This is the position he was in when the cops pulled them over.

21.

Officer Bob approached the passenger side window and peered in.

 

“Oh,” he said.

 

He walked around to the driver’s door and Steve wound down the window.

 

“Licence and registration please?”

 

Steve handed the cop his ID and explained that they had borrowed the car. Henry looked for the registration in the glove box and hit Johnny in the head when he opened it. This prompted Officer Bob; 

 

“So, I pulled you over because I thought that you had a girl in the front there, ya’know, and she was erm.. anyhow this car is dangerously overloaded.”

 

This was true. The back of the car was dipped half a foot lower than the front. Steve had noticed the suspension groaning and creaking with every little bump and steering input. Officer Bob looked into the faces of the overloaded teens sitting in the back.

 

“Where are you guys headed?” he asked.

 

“Back to camp, it’s not far,” said Steve.

 

“Shame about what happened to that place,” Officer Bob said while hitching his britches.

 

Office Bob was mid-thirties slightly balding and had the body of a cop. He really suited his profession. If they had ever made a live-action remake of The Simpsons he could easily have been the body double for Chief Wiggum. 

 

“Pop the trunk, I wanna see what’s so heavy in there as well.”

 

Steve fumbled around for the latch for a few seconds as he was unfamiliar with the car, then the trunk clunked open.

 

Officer Bob looked inside and said “Oh!” 

 

None of the boys could see him as they were all still sitting in the car and were squashed together too tight for any of them to turn around. Steve looked in the rear view, but it was obstructed by the trunk lid. They could hear him rummaging through their precious food.

 

After a few minutes he came back to the driver’s door, both arms full of candy and snacks.

 

“I’ll need to take these so that you no longer exceed the weight limit for your vehicle type,” he said, looking very guilty.

 

Thieving cop bastard’s stole about fifty bucks worth, thought Shawn.

 

Officer Bob was holding out Steve’s licence, which he had perched precariously between his fat index and middle finger, trying to pass it back to him without dropping any of his bounty. Steve reached out his own fat hand to take the card just as the cop dropped it under the driver’s seat.

 

“Sorry son,” he said. “I used to love that camp when I was younger. Drive back safely now.”

22.

They had planned to head straight back when Steve and Henry remembered that there was a Wendy’s only a couple of miles out of the way. It would have been immoral not to.

 

The look on the drive through guy's face was priceless as he handed out the six supersized milkshakes to a ten year old sedan crammed overfull with teenage fat and testosterone. He could clearly see that the boy in the passenger seat had a boner. This particular boner was now twitching dangerously close to English Johnny’s face as he was passed his milkshake. 

 

Johnny for his part was wearing an expression that was incredibly hard to decipher. His face was contorted in pain from being uncomfortably crushed into the footwell. He appeared to the cashier though to be equally bemused and repulsed by his proximity to Henry’s hard sausage. He was greedily anticipating his massive milkshake though.

 

The pure sight of English Johnny completely perplexed the fast food worker. When he said, “Thank you, my good sir” in perfect received pronunciation the young server’s frontal cortex almost exploded with so much confusion that he just gawped mindlessly like a cartoon character with his mouth on the floor as the four squashed sacks of young potatoes smiling idiotically on the back seat waved at him. One of whom grabbed his crotch and shouted;

 

“Suck my fat dick!”

 

“Don’t be cruel,” Henry said, “I think he’s quite cute.” 

 

English Johnny twisted his face into another contortion. He didn’t appreciate their crude behaviour and course language. Henry picked up on this and decided to tease him further. 

 

“You can suck my dick if you want Billy Bunter?”

 

Johnny tried to back his head away, but there was no space to do so. 

 

“No! God no! I’m not gay!”

 

He fell into a silent fear while the others giggled at his expense. Then he thought for a moment;

 

“Hang on. Are you guys gay?”

23.

As they drove back into the camp Shawn, Steve, Henry, and Kai, were cursing the fat cop. 

 

“Corrupt fat fucking pig bastard,” Shawn swore abrasively.

 

“Typical thieving two faced cops,” Steve said. 

 

“Typical thieving two faced cops,” said Henry.

 

“Donut eating piece of shit.” said Kai.

 

None of them noticed the irony in their fat cop insults.

 

“Father and Nanny always taught me to show the utmost respect towards police constables,” Johnny said, his calmness restored as they clumsily extricated themselves from the car.

 

“That cop looked kinda familiar,” said Henry.

 

“I also recognised him,” said Steve.

 

“That was Big Bob Bindley,” Axel clarified, going into exposition mode, “His picture’s hanging in reception. He was a camp legend, the only kid to win the McMukbang the maximum five years in a row.”

 

“Oh wow!” exclaimed Kai, he was impressed to have met such a legend.

 

“What’s a McMukbang?” Shawn asked. The others laughed.

 

“Even I know that!” said Johnny.

 

“Good for fucking you, Little Lord Fucking Fattleroy!” Shawn shut the chunky English kid down immediately, he was too much of a proud American to take any shit from him.

 

Axel did the explaining;

 

“The McMukbang is always in one of the final weeks of camp. It’s a competitive eating competition that only the ten boys who have gained the most are allowed to take part in. The counsellors set some staging up in the fire pit area and the lucky ten are tasked with eating as much McDonald’s as they can. Everyone else watches and cheers on their favourite.”

 

“Is that it? Just eat as many Big Macs as you can?” Shawn queried.

 

“Well there are strict rules,” Axel continued, “To start with it’s not just Big Macs, it’s anything and everything from the entire menu, you have no choice, you have to eat everything placed in front of you, whether you like it or not. You can take toilet breaks, of a maximum of ten minutes but no more, and absolutely no throwing up. You have to eat constantly with no more than a twenty second break between each food item. It’s not a race. There’s no time limit. It’s simply who can keep eating for the longest.”

 

“That sounds amazing!” said Shawn, dreaming of all the delicious junk food. “But there’s no way I’ll ever do it. I’m a newbie, I have no hope of finishing in the top ten against some of you guys.”

 

“I heard the record time was over twenty five hours,” Kai said, eyes wide open in wonder. 

 

“Twenty six hours and twenty three minutes” chanted Henry and Steve.

 

“And guess who holds that fucking record?” Axel asked in an angry tone.

 

“Officer Big Bob Bindley?” Shawn gave the answer that he wanted to be true. He knew the real answer would piss him off too much.

 

“David fucking Dolittle,” said Axel.

 

“Fuck that cunt” said Shawn.

24.

The boys started to walk away from the car when Shawn remembered Steve’s licence under the seat. He reopened the driver door and bent down and reached in to get it. 

 

“Owww!”

 

His stomach hurt as he crouched. Bending down had never been this difficult before. His belly had never gotten in his way before.

 

He got hold of the ID and came back up slowly, breathing out. He took a look at the card. Steve was a year or two younger in the photo. His soft blonde curls slightly covered the top of his forehead. His blue eyes radiated light, and his sweet smile pushed his chubby cheeks out into two lovely soft circles, dimpled at the edge of his mouth. His chin was broad and soft and smooth. Above it his thick pink greedy lips glistened, probably in the light of the flash from the camera. Shawn could have fallen in love with this photo alone.

 

“Can I have that back please dude?”

 

As Shawn handed him the card he caught sight of Steve’s date of birth. He tried to hide his surprise. The cherubic twins were nineteen years old. One year too old to legally be staying as guests at the camp.

25.

The boys had to borrow a luggage cart from reception in order to ferry their plunder back to the cabin. Filling it took time and just as they started wheeling it back they spotted Jim walking towards them.

 

“Hey boys, did you have a good trip?”

 

“Great thanks” responded the twins in their usual manner.

 

Steve threw the car keys at Jim, but purposefully not close enough for him to catch them, forcing him to stop and make the effort to pick them up off the ground. This was a delaying tactic to slow the obese counsellor down. The teens picked up the pace, as best as they could. Running was out of the question, instead they swayed as they quick stepped, buttocks shaking and waists wobbling. Jim could only see their fat heavy behinds as he shouted after them. 

 

“What about my stuff?”

 

“Sorry dude, we had no room left for it when we were done!” Shawn shouted back sporting a wide grin of evil joy. Steve and Henry laughed and blushed. 

 

“Well what about my fifty bucks?”

 

“Spent it at Wendy’s!” more laughter.

 

“Well I guess you guys can pay me back la…,” his voice was already too far away to be clearly made out.

 

The greedy selfish kids happily pushed the luggage cart into the cabin.

26.

The next couple of weeks passed in much the same manner. Shawn was having the time of his life. The routine could have been considered mundane if it hadn’t been so pleasurable.

He filled his belly to bursting point three times a day and had slipped right into the habit of snacking between meals just like his new best friends. Two of whom were now his boyfriend.

 

He and Henry got it on every evening, wanking, farting, fondling, burping and kissing. They loved how disgustingly fat and sexy and smelly they were. Steve and Shawn would sneak off most days either after breakfast or lunch, or both, into the woods and get it on. There they would hold each other up against the fence and take it in turns to suck each other off. Shawn loved the feeling of Steve’s belly pushing out onto his forehead, he could feel all of its wonderful weight, he could feel just how much heavier it was getting every day.

 

He could feel his own body changing too. His movements became slower as his limbs thickened out, his arms and legs grew softer and rounder. He loved how his buxom ass cheeks felt crushed and constrained inside his boxers, which were now far too small and would surely rip open at the back any day, exposing his deep soft crack to anyone who happened to be looking.

 

His belly pushed up and out, further than ever. Some of the boy's bellies sagged but not Shawn’s, his was ballooning, large and spherical, in a similar way to his boyfriends. Though clearly not as big as theirs. His tits now felt soft and lush, he had never considered himself to have manboobs before, but he did now. Perk and prime perched above his heaving gut. All of the boys were growing beautifully and by the end of week three Shawn was 287 lbs, fifty seven pounds heavier than the day he had arrived.

27.

On that day of the third weigh-in Shawn almost creamed his pants as Camp Leader Gary held the tape around his waist and read out his measurements, 50 inches around the middle! Shawn had barely managed to contain his pride. Gary, ever the kind professional, noticed but said nothing. As he walked out of the dining hall he felt his already full aching balls flood with cum. How did his body make so much of it so quickly? His horn was so bad that he grabbed hold of Steve and dragged him off to the woods before they had even had breakfast.

 

He pushed the blonde ball of fat, back first, against the fence, grabbed his curly locks and pushed his fat smothered skull down to waist height. The round blob groaned as his belly fat pushed together as he was temporarily forced to squat before falling forwards onto his knees. He was now 335 lbs and as round as a space hopper. Shawn shoved his hand down the front of his boxers, squeezing his own belly fat out of the way with his wrist. The band at the top of his boxers was stretched and misshaped and had long been causing him pain as it dug deeper into his growing layers. The elastic gave, there was a loud rip as the back of the boxers tore directly down the middle, his beautiful fat ass burst out, just as predicted. At the same time his fat juicy uncut cock smashed out of the front and slapped the sweet fat blonde in the face, who greedily grabbed the dick with his mouth and took it deep, pushing his head hard into Shawn’s vastly expanded belly. Shawn groaned loudly, his eyes met those of a sickly looking skinny kid, with brown eyes just like his, staring at him from the other side of the fence. He came immediately, hard and quick. His gluttonous boyfriend tried his best to swallow it all but there was too much sticky cum and too much force. He spat some of it out. The cum glued itself onto Shawn’s sweaty underbelly. He looked down and lifted the underside of his belly to inspect it. He looked into Steve’s shocked eyes without feeling any sympathy for his shortchanged lover. He looked back up and the skinny kid was gone. “Steve, did you see that?” See what?, his boyfriend thought. I’m facing the other way and my face was deep in your belly, I couldn’t see a thing. But he didn’t say that. Instead, Henry said;

 

“You’re really bad at this aren’t you.”

28.

Back in the dining hall Steve and Axel were waiting for their friends. They were sitting with Kai and Johnny, plus the fat vegan Jake who was now 330 lbs and one of the gang. Shawn had asked him, a week or so earlier, how a vegan could get so fat. This had badly offended Jake who berated Shawn for his microaggression. When Shawn doesn’t understand what’s happening he just stays quiet.

 

Shawn and Henry entered and Axel waved at them as was customary. They were a bit delayed by having to return to the cabin in order for Shawn to change into some of Henry’s clothes. He would no longer be able to wear any of his own. As they approached Shawn noticed that Steve looked unusually grumpy, his normal happy ‘I’m about to eat’ smile had turned sour and he flashed Shawn an unkind look. Shawn sat down without saying anything and engaged Axel and Jake in conversation instead.

 

“You’ll never believe what I saw? Some stupid skinny kid across the fence. Y'know in the other camp. He looked evil and gaunt and stared right through my soul just as I was err.. er.. I mean, the poor bastard's skin was drooping, he looked emaciated, barely over two hundred pounds.”

 

“How tall was he?” enquired Johnny, who was listening in.

 

“I guess about the same as me?”

 

“The poor sod” said Johnny, he must be literally starving to death.

 

“How old was he?” asked Kai. 

 

“Oh, I dunno, Maybe about my age again.”

 

“THERE’S NO ONE IN THE CLOSED HALF OF THE CAMP!!”

 

The voice was loud, deep, and booming. It came from directly behind Shawn. The sound waves made his love handles and belly jiggle. He liked that. He didn’t like what he saw when he turned around. It was David DoLittle, the human elephant had somehow managed to sneak up on all of them.

 

“There’s no one in the other half of the camp,” he repeated firmly and spoke directly to Shawn for the first time since camp had started.

 

“It’s empty and closed, and if I hear you talking bullshit and spreading lies like that again then I’ll fucking eat you myself. I mean it, I’ll fucking dip you in vinegar and fucking swallow you whole. You measly skinny little sack of shit!”

 

Shawn sat silent and dubstruck, waiting for the bad tempered elephant to leave. As he slowly thumped away, Shawn spoke;

 

“What a fat fucking psycho!”

 

He knew David could still hear him but had correctly calculated that the mammoth wouldn’t have the energy to come back. 

 

“And what did he mean by the other half of the camp? Is the other side of the fence still a part of our camp?”

 

Axel smiled, he could feel an explanation coming on.

 

“The first two years I was here the camp was much bigger, not twice the size, but bigger. It included the whole lake. There was a second restaurant and a tuck shop, it was a la carte.” 

 

“What’s an a la carte tuck shop?” Shawn asked.

 

“It’s a small shop that sells candy and chocolates and other snacks to kids,” Johnny answered, “I used to run the one at my school.” 

 

“I’m surprised that there’s ever anything left to sell,” Kai said in a taunting manner.

 

“Like you wouldn’t help yourself?” Johnny said defensively. “I only got caught stealing once and that’s because the fatphobic Dean Sanders, he’s the head boy, he decided to get back at me for…”

 

“I don’t give a shit about your stupid fucking posh English school!” Shawn was irritated, “I wanna hear about the camp.”

 

“The restaurant was great. It was still completely free even though it was table service, and the tuck shop, the tuck shop, it was like, as if Willy Wonka’s factory had a gift shop.”

 

This comment made all the boys murmur with pleasure. Shawn thought it sounded wonderful.

 

“What happened to it? Why did they close it?” He directed his questions at Axel.

 

“It was just fenced off when we arrived last year. We asked Camp Leader Gary and he said that he didn’t want to talk about it. He seemed pretty upset. Jim told us though that it was something to do with a failed inspection.”

 

“What, like a health inspection?”

 

“No way! The kitchens here are some of the best in the world,” Henry was keen to defend the camp.

 

“Yeah, no way!” said Steve, “I think it was more like failing to meet educational outcomes or some bullshit.”

 

“But if that’s the case why would they only close part of the camp? And if it’s closed, why did I see someone in there?”

 

“Are you sure you really saw someone?” Axel asked, “Are you sure you didn’t imagine it?”

 

“Hundred!” said Shawn, “He was starving! He looked like a concentration camp victim, I saw the pain in his eyes! He was staring so enviously at my belly as I came.”

 

“As you what?” said Johnny.

 

Steve didn’t like the direction the conversation had suddenly started to go in, so Henry said;

 

“Talking about holocaust victims, I’m famished. There’s only an hour and forty five minutes of breakfast left and we haven’t even started eating yet! If I have to wait much longer then I could waste away!”

 

He slapped his huge round basketball belly, making it wobble from side to side as he said this, a wide cheeky smile spread across his swollen face pushing his chubby cheeks up and out.

 

None of the boys were bothered about the bad taste comments regarding the historical suffering of others. Truth be told, most of them would happily watch another kid starve to death so long as it didn’t mean having to give up or share any of their own food.

 

Good I love this, thought Shawn, who proceeded to help himself to three large mixing bowls of Frosties and Choco Flakes smothered in full fat yoghurt, two jars of jelly, and an extremely unreasonable amount of sugar.

29.

After breakfast the four boys were back at cabin six lying on their beds while breakfast digested. Shawn’s belly felt heavier than ever.

 

He was on his back, cupping the underside of it in his hands. It wasn’t just the new fat that felt heavier, it was also his stomach, his insides. He could feel that his stomach bag had grown significantly. It was now able to hold a lot more food in one go. He could feel all the weight of the food inside him.

 

The cereal and yoghurt, the bacon and sausages, the french toast, the pancakes, the chicken and syrup, the breakfast burrito. He felt like he could sense the acid working overtime to break it all down, starting the digestion process that would slowly turn his gluttony into more soft luxurious fat. The sense of self satisfaction was intense.

 

Henry and Steve were lying on their sides in identical positions, watching Shawn enjoy himself. Their bellies spilled out onto their sheets, the perfect spherical shape lost slightly as gravity spread their fat out wide across the bed, sticking ten or eleven inches out further than their perk, soft, round chests. The three boys’ daydreams were interrupted when Axel spoke.

 

“You shouldn’t have spoken to David like that, y’know. He’s going to get you back somehow.”

 

“Not if I get him first,” said Shawn.

 

“And how are you going to do that? He’s super rich and powerful. He acts as if he runs the place.”

 

“I dunno yet, but I will.”

 

The boys fell silent a few minutes as they contemplated this dilemma, until Henry and Steve shouted out; 

 

“I’ve got an idea!”

 

“It’s so simple,” said Steve.

 

“You just have to gain more weight than him,” said Henry.

 

“He won’t be able to stand that,” continued Steve.

 

“Easy said,” said Shawn. “How on Earth am I supposed to do that? He’s a consumption monster. He’s already by far the biggest boy here and he’s gained the most every week so far! There’s no way I can grow more than him.” Shawn sulked with a look of frustration. 

 

“No they’re right,” said Axel, “You don’t need to gain more than him overall, just beat him in total amount gained during a week, that’s much more achievable, and will hurt him just as much. He can’t stand to lose, especially to a skinny newbie.”

 

“I still don’t see how I’m going to do it,” Shawn complained.

 

“With our help,” Steve and Henry said in unison.

30.

So the plan was hatched. They had a week in front of them to fatten Shawn up more than ever. It was going to be a real challenge but the three experienced campers had seen enough in Shawn’s attitude to gaining, and ability to speed eat, to convince them that it was possible. Axel drew up a plan of action that consisted of four points and set each of the fat friends specific tasks. They would fatten Shawn up and take David Dolittle down together. 

 

Point One - Keep Shawn motivated at all times. 

 

Axel split motivation into two factors, revenge and sexual gratification. Axel was responsible for revenge so took it upon himself to talk to Shawn about his parents as much as possible. How much he was pissing them off, as well as taking down the cunt David Dolittle. Henry and Shawn obviously took on the sexual favours. Their main motivator was a promise that if he won then he could have both of them at the same time for the first time. This was a genius move. Shawn had been dreaming of this for a couple of weeks now. To tease this possibility the twins would kiss him on his chubby cheeks at the same time and gently touch him in sensitive places, but they never went too far and only rewarded him with any affection at all after they were happy that he had consumed enough. The most action he got during that fulfilling but frustrating week was one or the other of the circular twins edging him, but never allowing him to cum. Too much sexual activity would have broken the second of Axel’s points. 

 

Point Two - Zero energy expenditure.

 

It was not as if any of the eighty five boys at camp did any exercise but cabin six had come up with an unbelievably strict plan to limit Shawn’s movements. He obviously had to go to the dinning hall and back, normally about a two hundred metre walk. Axel fixed this by securing a wheelchair from Camp Leader Gary under the auspices of Shawn having twisted his ankle picking up half a Snickers bar that he’d dropped. Due to his weight, Henry and Steve had to push him together, to and from the dining hall three times a day. This was hard work for them and limited their own ability to gain as much as possible under this week, but they were happy to make the sacrifice. Apart from his trips to the dining hall Shawn never left cabin six. He was banned from the trips to Walmart and Wendy’s as this meant walking to and from the car and around the giant supermarket. He had protested about this restriction on his personal liberty as he really liked the feeling that buying so much junk food publicly created within him. He was such a lazy, selfish, pig.

 

He spent all day every day on his bed or sitting in a wide leather armchair positioned in the corner of the cabin. The only place he went apart from the dining hall was to the toilet and back. He was banned from showering as this was deemed unnecessary movement.

 

Point Three - Ensure that Shawn consumes as many calories as possible.

 

Filling up on low-calorie foods was a rookie mistake that could undo all of their hard work. Axel downloaded an app so that he could calorie count every snack consumed in the cabin. Jake, Johnny, and Kai also downloaded the same app and were given the responsibility of checking the calorie content of every single item in the dining hall. The whole gang helped out. It was an enormous operation.

 

Point Four - Expand Shawn’s capacity for consumption and aid digestion.

 

Steve and Henry also took willing responsibility for this. They had to ensure that he ate slightly more with every meal, every day. Whenever Shawn complained or moaned that he was in physical pain and couldn’t eat any more they would set to work massaging his straining underbelly. Pulsating pressure pushed onto his intestines to help move the constant stream of high fat foods through and ensure that there were no blockages. Shawn really enjoyed these belly rubs as they always gave him a boner and came with more food.

 

One of the twins would slowly work his lower abdominal fat whilst the other would feed him sweet treats, whispering sweet nothings into his ear;

 

“You’re going to be so fat”

 

“Shawn you’re so fat and sexy”

 

“Just a few more donuts and you will be able to take us both in your greedy mouth” 

 

“Keep eating babe, look at your huge gut, growing so round, so huge. You’re a real human balloon.”

31.

With every day that passed Shawn’s capacity increased as did his appetite, determination, and enjoyment of the situation. By the sixth day, just one day before the week four weigh-in, the amount of food he was capable of devouring was ridiculous. He ate the same amount of calories that day as he normally would in a week or two at home, before he had ever come to ‘weight-loss’ camp.

 

His week-four day-six breakfast included; Four mixing bowls of full fat yoghurt, jelly, syrup, and sugar. Thirty rashers of fatty stripey bacon, ten thick Lincolnshire sausages wrapped in multiple slices of cheese and dipped in full fat mayonnaise. Three plates of pancakes dripping with maple syrup, nutella, and chocolate sauce, topped with thick double cream and ice cream. He had eight greasy fried eggs. Drank sixty ounces of full fat chocolate milk laced with sugar. He had french toast, pan au chocolat, English muffins, cleared every item from the ‘continental buffet’, and gulped down five bowls of grits.

 

When his lovers wheeled him out he was holding his massive straining belly and groaning constantly. His shorts were completely open, doing them up was now a complete impossibility, his boxers underneath were threadbare and clearly struggling to contain the inches of extra fat they he had so recently added to his thighs, crotch, and bulging ass.

 

After breakfast he lay on his bed, propped up by four pillows. He was not allowed to lie flat as this would make it harder for him to continue eating. Henry was working away, quite forcefully rubbing and pushing at his ballooned belly. He groaned as his boyfriend's fat dumpy fingers prodded the underside of his overhang, teasing the food along through his digestive system. At the same time his boyfriend was slowly pushing high calorie treats into his mouth, running his own fat fingers across Shawn’s lips. Every type of Hershey bar slid down Shawn’s greedy gullet that day. He had cotton candy, chewy sweets, donuts and cookies. All sorts of fattening tasty goodness. Not a second of the day could be wasted.

 

He was wheeled back to the dining hall for lunch where Axel purposefully questioned him about his parents, homelife, and school. He was trying desperately to hit the right button to motivate him to engorge again. Shawn hadn’t considered before how his friends from school would react when they saw him next. He would now easily be the fattest kid in his town. He couldn’t wait to see the look on their stupid faces when he sauntered up to them, t-shirt riding high up on his huge round balloon belly, hanging out for all of them to see. His cock twitched and his balls swelled as they rushed to produce more cum.

 

“I’m really hungry again now,” he said with a wicked smile.

 

Jake procured for him six thick meaty cornish pasties, covered in beef gravy, onto which he grated a whole block of cheddar cheese. They barely touched the sides. Axel brought him eight ham and cheese toasties made with inch thick slices of white bread. Johnny and Kai produced twenty burger patties dipped in multiple different sauces in order to keep his taste buds interested.

 

Henry and Steve took care of the deserts. A huge whole trifle designed to be shared by at least four of the heavyset campers. This was covered by yet more cream, two cans full. The trifle was followed by six bowls of devonshire ice cream, again with extra whipped cream. The feast was topped off with four pints of rich chocolate cappuccino, designed to prevent him from taking an early afternoon nap. Sleep would only deprive him of valuable snacking and grazing time.

 

All of this movement and commotion was now starting to attract attention from the other gluttonous campers. Why were the older boys fetching food for each other? This was almost unheard of at camp where the normal philosophy was every fat fucker for himself.

 

How was it possible that one group was consuming so much? The rumour that only one of them was eating the majority of it couldn’t possibly be true? Afterall all seven of the boys were still visibly growing. The younger boys in the group had started to look up to Shawn and were truly inspired by his dedication to the cause. This inspiration was clearly visible on all of their waistlines, especially Jakes. He was surely now the fattest vegan in the state.

 

David Dolittle had yet to notice that anything unusual was up. He was too involved in his own gluttonous indulgences. This was a key part of Axel’s plan. David was too self-invested and didn’t care one iota about any of the other boys at camp. He was aloof, had no friends, and spent all his time seemingly alone.

 

He had hopefully fallen into a thick layer of fat complacency. If he was to discover what was afoot then the plan would surely be doomed to fail. He was also almost certainly capable of going on an equally demented short-term binge fest of the type that Shawn was undertaking.

32.

By dinner time there was a buzz in the dining hall. Word seemed to have gotten around during the afternoon that it was Shawn who was somehow managing to consume more than any camper had ever known. Maybe someone had let slip, or maybe someone had finally noticed just how much the lazy older boy, in the totally unnecessary wheelchair, was ballooning.

 

His belly was now huge and round and ripe. The skin holding in the mountains of food and expanding fat was strained pink and multiple bright red stretch marks grew up from his crotch, spreading out around the newly formed fat like river tributaries spiralling around his ever deepening belly button.

 

All of this was very visible and easy to see as his clothes, only an old pair of shorts and t-shirt borrowed from Henry, were now several sizes too small for him. The cloth gripped so tightly to his bulging fat that his entire soft lumpy body shape was exposed in its entirety to the world.

 

Dinner went by in the same vein as lunch, course after course after course. Shawn was now a human trashcan consuming everything and everything that came his way. The camp specialised in dishes from around the world and he truly revelled in their international flavours.

 

Pizzas and pastas from Italy, seafood from Japan, meatballs from Sweden, hams from Germany, Hungarian goulash, kangaroo burgers, meaty naan breads and chicken tikka masalas, African jambalaya, and American hot dogs, all of it made its way into his ginormous growing belly via his greedy lips and gluttonous oesophagus. It all tasted so good.

 

After Shawn’s last tray of Danish pastries the boys were finally ready to leave the dining hall. They had all spent the maximum nine hours there during the day and Shawn was clearly suffering from intensely painful stomach cramps. Henry and Steve were concerned that he might even be sick and throw up some of the immense feast. That would be a disaster at this stage.

 

As the overly full fat group of boys struggled to push him out of the room Axel noticed that David Dolittle was staring straight at them.

 

“You absolute bunch of stupid cunts,” he mouthed at Axel. 

 

A look of bemusement and rage rippled across his fat forehead. Oh shit, thought Axel.

33.

Shawn was laid out on his side gripping his aching belly. He looked terrible. Out of concern Steve had tried to help by offering to massage his massively overfull gut but Shawn had just pushed him away.

 

“That’s a really bad sign,” Henry had said.

 

There was no way that they could try to make him eat anymore while he was in this state. He would almost certainly be physically sick. Axel’s news that David knew about their plan and was almost certainly now just beginning on an all night Roman feast only darkened the mood in the cabin more.

 

After about an hour or so Shawn had needed to be helped from the bed to the bathroom where he had by far the worst attack of diarrhoea in his life. The other boys could only sit and wait outside, listening to the horrible noises and groans coming from the bathroom, convinced that their plan had failed.

 

Shawn emerged about half an hour later, sweat dripping from his puffed out facial features. Some colour had returned to his cheeks though and he stated that he now felt quite a lot better. Steve and Henry got up and went over to give their big brave boyfriend a reassuring hug.

 

“Hold on,” said Axel, “Look at you three.” 

 

“What is it?” Shawn wondered.

 

“Give me a minute,” Axel responded, and went to rummage through some of the cupboards in the cabin. He came back with a big ball of string and some scissors.

 

“I want to measure you guys,” he said.

 

Private use of scales and tape measures in cabins was strictly forbidden in camp. It was deemed to take away from the fun and excitement provided by the weekly weigh-in days. 

 

Axel, helped by one of the others, measured the circumference of all three boys' bellies.

 

“Just as I thought,” he exclaimed, “You’re all exactly the same size!”

 

A thick evil smile returned to Shawn’s bloated face. He had actually caught up with the king size twins! Something he would have thought completely impossible only a week ago.

 

“Right, now we can work this out!” said Axel.

 

The maths was quite simple. At the last weigh-in Shawn had been 287 lbs with a 50 inch circumference measured at his naval. The identical twins were 335 lbs each with 58 inch bellies.

 

“Do you two think you’ve also gained this week?” Axel asked the beachball-esque blondes.

 

“Of course we have!” The irritation was evident in Henry’s voice.

 

“We’ve also been eating like troopers!” Steve declared, once more slapping his beachball belly so that it bounced from side to side.

 

“Sorry,” apologised Axel, “I didn’t mean to insinuate anything bad.”

 

“But look,” he continued, “Even if, for example purposes only…” he was being very careful with his words now after his social faux pas, “Even if you were still only three hundred thirty five. That would mean that Shawn here has gained at least forty eight pounds!”

 

The twins did a tiny un-energy exerting dance and clapped their hands with glee. They stared doughy-eyed at Shawn’s belly.

 

Axel continued, “But I think he’s gained even more than that. He’s a few inches taller than you to start with so that must count for something, and as you’ve said we’ve all gained this week.”

 

“I think I’m at least 350 now,” said Henry, beaming with rejuvenated pride.

 

“Me too!” added Steve totally unnecessarily.

 

“In which case our best friend Shawn has gained somewhere between sixty and seventy pounds in a week!!”

 

Steve and Henry cheered loudly again. All three boys patted Shawn on the back, Steve and Henry rubbed his belly and peppered him with small kisses.

 

“Remember our promise” they both whispered to him. Shawn remained unusually quiet.

 

Axel continued with his excited explanations;

 

“That’s definitely a new camp record. God, it might even be a world record!”

 

I’m the greediest boy in the world, thought Shawn, a huge smile returning to his face and a huge boner building in his pants.

 

“No one has ever gained anywhere near that much in a week before, not David Dolittle, not Bob Bindley! We’ve already won!!” Axel triumphantly declared.

 

“I’m not so certain,” Shawn was speaking sternly with an uncharacteristic seriousness to his tone.

 

“As you said, David is working right now on beating us and I don’t trust him one bit. He could be working out how to cheat us as we speak”

 

There was a moment's silence between the four fat friends, then Shawn declared loudly;

 

“Fetch me my best eating spoon!”

 

Henry and Steve laughed and cheered. There was no such thing as a best eating spoon, but Shawn had gotten his point across perfectly. The gorging was about to recommence.

34.

Jake, Kai, and Johnny were summoned to cabin six so that all of Shawn’s friends could help prepare him for the morning. The unfortunate bowel incident had opened space inside his bulbous body, their job was to fill it, and more.

 

The boys took it in turns to stay awake with Shawn, two boys for an hour at a time. Their job was simple - feed him, feed him as much as humanly possible. Stop him from falling asleep, and massage his growing layers of belly fat. He needed to digest fast in order to be able to consume the amount that he intended.

 

Shifts rotated and Shawn’s belly grew further. Everyone had at least three shifts and everyone agreed that you could see the improvement after each rotation.

 

His belly swelled, his tits grew, his love handles bulged, and his ass expanded. He sat in the leather armchair, his fat sweaty skin stuck to the leather as he guzzled and gulped, gobbled and groaned.

 

When it was Steve and Henry’s turn to feed him they would tease him terribly. They both stripped naked and rubbed their own fat swollen bellies up against him while dropping assorted chocolate liquors down into his gaping mouth. Henry climbed upon him, perched on his distended mega-belly and farted directly into his mouth. Shawn wanted to cum so badly, but they wouldn’t let him. Instead they just fed him more.

 

By seven thirty am Shawn was extremely tired but also extremely satisfied. His belly felt too heavy to even stand up. He sat pinned back in the chair, switching between loud sighs and big sucks on a giant thick strawberry milkshake.

 

All of the other boys were now awake and gathered in a group looking at Shawn. 

 

He’s definitely bigger,” said Kai.

 

“Look at how thick and wide his handles are. He barely fits in the chair. That wasn’t the case last night,” said Johnny.

 

“How are you feeling babe?” Steve and Henry asked.

 

“About ready,” Shawn replied with a smile.

 

“No, don’t move him yet,” said Axel, “There’s one more thing he needs to eat.” 

 

He walked to the small kitchenette on the far side of the cabin and came back with a washing up bowl full of porridge.

 

“This is my special gainer porridge that I have for breakfast at home when my parents aren’t there. I’ve never made it for anyone else before.”

 

“Haha special porridge,” Henry and Steve sniggered.

 

“Not like that,” protested Axel, “I’m not like you guys.”

 

“Aren’t you?” enquired Jake.

 

Shawn had slipped into a temporary food coma induced daydream about drinking a washing up bowl full of cum laced porridge. His dick almost burst out of his now ripped shorts and drool flooded down his chin. What a fat fucking sexy mess, Steve and Henry thought. God, they hoped he’d win so that they could keep good on their promise.

 

“It’s made with triple fat cream, full fat milk, and two litres of protein shake. Plus all the normal surgery goodness.”

 

It sounds delicious, thought Shawn.

 

Axel handed him the bowl.

 

“Dude, this weighs a ton!”

 

“More like eight pounds. If you can hold that in your stomach then you have an eight pound advantage on him before you even begin.”

 

“But isn’t that cheating?” It was English Johnny who asked the question.

 

“Kinda, I guess,” replied Axel, “But does Shawn care?”

 

“Fuck no!!” screamed Shawn, as he lifted the heavy bowl up to his lips.

 

The warm sticky porridge slithered over his tantalized tongue and down his greedy gullet. It was so beautifully rich and heavy. He immediately felt his stomach start to stretch as it slowly filled way beyond capacity. The other boys pointed and stared at his belly as they saw it stretch up and out another inch. It was so sweet and sickly, yet savoury at the same time. Shawn imagined that it was full of Henry and Steve’s cum, rich in youthful man vitamins. This was the best yet.

 

After a minute he dropped the plastic bowl on the floor next to him and let his thick round arms hang by the sides of the chair. Wow, he was full! It felt amazing.

 

“Only one problem boys,” he said, “I don’t think I can move.” 

 

They all laughed out loud.

35.

Shawn had been able to move, but only just. It had taken all six of them to pull him up by his fat swollen wrists but they had gotten him standing.

 

The next problem was that he was now too big for the wheelchair. His ass was now too wide, his belly too sprawling. There was no time left to arrange alternative transport so Shawn and the others took a very slow lumbering walk over to the dining hall.

 

They were the last to arrive. David Dolittle was already there along with every other kid in camp and every counsellor. Even the obscenely huge woman from reception was in attendance. This would be perfect.

 

David’s face looked extremely bloated even by his monstrous standards. His eyes were red from staying awake all night and his cheeks had turned a sickly green and white colour.

 

“He looks worse than you did last night after dinner,” Axel commented.

 

“I hope he’s in even more pain,” said Shawn. “He deserves everything that he’s got coming to him.”

 

The weigh-in, as usual, was done in age order. This meant that Shawn would be second last, and David last, with Axel and the sexy twins just before them.

 

It felt like an eternity to wait as fat boy after fat boy was paraded half naked before the camp and counsellors. The gains this week were impressive all around.

 

“Tom Stanton 298 lbs - up 16 lbs from last week.”

 

“William Mitchell 356 lbs -  up 19 lbs from last week.”

 

“John Jones 302 lbs up 24 lbs from last week, congratulations John!”

 

Even little Tony Holmes was now 260 lbs, 30 lbs heavier than Shawn was the day he had first arrived at camp.

 

Fat Camp clearly worked.

 

Finally it was their turn, first the twins.

 

It still bemused Shawn how they were officially younger than him. The boy’s estimates the previous evening turned out to be completely correct. The more than tubby twosome were exactly 350 lbs - a rather average 15 lb weekly gain - by their own high standards. Their bellies measured not 58 but 60 inches around the middle. They beamed with pride and Shawn gave them both a huge thumbs up.

 

Next up was the massive Axel.

 

“398 lbs - a gain of 27 lbs - the best so far!” Gary initiated the round of applause.

 

“That’s going to take some beating!” the cheerful camp leader said confidently.

 

Shawn looked over to David Dolittle, who as normal had chosen to sit on the other side of the room. Axel’s figures didn’t seem to concern David in the least, though he did still seem to be in a lot of pain.

 

As Shawn very slowly made his way to the stage he stopped to congratulate Axel who was on his way to sit back down.

 

“Dude, I was so caught up with myself and beating David that I never noticed just how well you were also doing. 27 lbs is amazing.”

 

He gave his mate a friendly slap that caused his fat to ripple down his back. He was never going to feel any bone.

 

“Thanks man, but this week was never about me.”

 

Shawn hauled his heavy frame up the steps to the stage. The cunt David Dolittle was staring at him intently. A murmur went around the room as some of the other chubsters only just caught sight of just how big Shawn now was.

 

Was this really the same newbie who’d barely been over 200 lbs when he first came? A sense of anticipation spread around the room.

 

“Oh wow!” Gary exclaimed, “Someone has been eating well!”

 

Shawn had never heard him compliment anyone before they got on the scales before.

 

“I knew you had the right attitude to succeed here, son.”

 

He had spoken softly so only Shawn could hear him. Shawn stepped forward onto the scales. He tried to look down to see the reading himself but a huge round ball of fat was obstructing his view.

 

Gary gasped, and waved Jim over. He whispered something in Jim’s ear about ‘correct configuration’ that Shawn couldn’t quite make out. The silence in the room was deafening. 

 

They got the tape measure and extender out, just in case. As they wrapped it around Shawns vastly expanded midriff he asked Jim if anything was wrong;

 

“You never measure till after you’ve read out the weight. What’s going on?”

 

“We just have to check that the weight and measurements correlate. You seem to be quite the outlier this week. But don’t worry, I’m sure it’s all fine.”

 

Shawn didn’t understand any of this so he just kept quiet, praying that they wouldn’t discover the eight pounds of special porridge sitting in his stomach.

 

“HURRY THE FUCK UP!!”

 

It was David, he was clearly in tremendous pain now. His vast vast body seemed to be shaking with some kind of fever.

 

“David, please don’t use that sort of language in front of the rest of the camp.”

 

“What the fuck are you gonna do about it Gary?”

 

Gary turned away from the monstrosity of a young human and softly patted Shawn’s belly. The fat jiggled through his whole being. It was such a warm and fatherly touch. Why couldn’t his Dad be this nice to him?

 

“Shawn Stringer - 360 lbs - a 73 lb gain.”

 

The hall erupted into rapturous applause. Fat hands and feet banged the floors and benches. Huge cheers echoed around the room. Henry and Steve cried a tear of joy.

 

But Shawn’s focus was purely on David Dolittle, he stared straight into the mammoths ghostly looking eyes.

 

David looked like a sad, defeated, blob of unsightly lard, Shawn swore that he could see tears building in his eyes. This is fucking wonderful and he was going to enjoy his moment. 

 

He reached around the side of his planet sized belly and dug his fat hand into his now shredded boxershorts, pulled out his massively hard wood, which was oozing with pre-cum, and started smacking it against the underside of his low hanging but superbly rounded gut.

 

“EAT THAT TILL YOU FUCKING PUKE YOU FUCKING MONSTROUS CUNT!!”

 

“Ok, that’s a bit much now Shawn.”

 

Camp Leader Gary couldn’t bring himself to speak harshly against such an impressively good educational attitude.

 

Jim put his hands around Shawn’s now soft shoulders, “Time to put that away and sit back down. We’re not quite done here yet.”

 

David Dolittle looked like he would rather be anywhere else in the world. He was now crying openly, as he winced in pain with every heavy slow elephant step. Shawn had sat back down in between Henry and Steve who were already busy congratulating him with not so secret tender touches.

 

The younger boys had never seen anything like it. The camp had never seen anything like it.

 

David’s body quaked as he stepped onto the scale.

 

“He’s going to blow!” It was an unknown voice from the crowd of rowdy fat teenage boys.

 

The room broke into laughter. Thunder seemed to strike David’s face, he put a giant hand up to his mouth, gulped and swallowed. 

 

“David Dolittle - 538.9 lbs (Gary was desperately trying to give David a strain of comfort)- a gain of 27.6 lbs.” 

 

Shawn had absolutely fucking smashed him!

 

He wrapped his arms around his super swollen belly and tried to lift it up, but he couldn't, it was far too huge and heavy. He looked back up at David just in time to receive his prize.

 

David Dolittle had shat himself. Streaky, liquidy, shit was pouring down the back of his tree trunk legs. Like Shawn at dinner the previous night he had pushed himself too far in his desperation not to be usurped.

 

Masses of whatever he had consumed during the long night was now spraying out of his virgin arsehole, tearing it wide open. His was shitting foul diarrhoea with at least twice the force that Shawn had ever cum, and Shawn could cum like a fucking race horse. It sprayed all over poor JIm who had unfortunately been standing in exactly the wrong place. It dripped from his head to his toes. Just as it finally seemed to be slowing down, David began to puke like the fucking exorcist, the diarrhoea sped up again. The smell was abominable. The whole room was bent over in hysterics. Even the counsellors were unable to contain their laughter, except for the reception lady, Sharon, who wore an expression that only Satan would like.

 

The thick green and yellow chunky bile was all over the stage. Full sized sausages that had never been chewed were floating in it. David’s physical and emotional pain was excruciating. Shawn felt a small fat hand grip his shaft. David tried to relieve some of the gastric pain by taking a small step forward, he slipped. He fell in slow motion. Nearly 540 lbs of lard descented towards the slippy shit and puke covered floor. Gravity was unrelenting cruel on David Dolittle.

 

The thud echoed around the hall like an earthquake, the whole stage shook, there was a large cracking sound as David’s fibula shattered into a hundred pieces. He screamed in agony. Shawn bellowed with laughter, the deepest, loudest, most satisfying laugh of his life. As his giant bloated ball belly shook Henry gripped his cock even tighter.

 

He laughed so hard that one of his humongous buttocks lifted just far enough off the bench for the swiftly reacting Steve to slip his hand under it and poke three meat laden fingers directly into Shawns hole as his ass fell back down. “Ohhhh!” He couldn’t contain the surprise or the pleasure, he looked at Steve, who just smiled sweetly and jokingly said; 

“Happy birthday.” 

 

“But that’s not for another two weee…” said Shawn, failing to get the humour due to his delirium.

 

David was still on the floor, tears rolling down his face. Every last inch of his mammoth body was now covered in shit and spew. He writhed on the ground, only succeeding in rubbing the disgusting stew deeper into his hair, skin, and clothes. Henry moved around to the front of Shawn and clambered over his lap. He struggled to spread his fat legs wide enough to straggle his boyfriend’s still heaving belly, but he managed it just, his soft thick thighs pushing in against the side of the beach ball sized gut. The immense pressure from both the inside and outside of Shawn’s belly felt so good. Henry took his dick out and shoved it in Shawn’s mouth. Shawn’s head was pushed violently backwards by the sheer size of Henry’s belly but this didn’t stop Henry from thrusting powerfully into Shawn’s face. Shawn gagged but Henry didn’t let up. The obese reception lady was now making her way to the stage where David still lay sobbing in his own excrement and stomach acid. Steve was expertly massaging Shawn’s prostate and wanking him fiercely at the same time. The majority of the other campers and councillors in the audience fortunately still had their eyes on the obscene vision of lard and expelled bodily fluids on the stage. Except for Axel and one or two other homo-curious boys, that is, they were watching the mini-orgy with intense interest.

 

Shawn’s balls were swollen almost as much as the rest of him, he felt them pulse, he knew he was going to cum, but so didn’t want to, it somehow still wasn’t perfect enough yet. Steve slid his fingers even further in, he yanked even harder, he strained his neck around so he could just about reach Shawn’s right nipple with his mouth, somehow jamming his head between his brother's massive rebounding belly, that now pulsated back and forth against two boys heads. This caused a real pain in Henry’s stomach, he wasn’t about to stop now though. It felt so good. Steve started sucking on Shawn’s nipple, “GHHRRMMM!” Shawn couldn't make any recognisable human sounds with his mouth that full of dick. Steve grabbed tighter till it felt like he was trying to strangle Shawn’s cock. Shawn felt the cum start to leave his balls. Henry somehow managed to squeeze his own swollen balls inside Shawn’s greedy mouth alongside his fat dripping cock. This forced Shawn’s face even deeper into Henry’s thick layers of lush belly fat. Shawn couldn't breathe at all now. If this went on much longer he would suffocate with pleasure. 

 

The reception lady was on the stage. All eyes that weren’t mid threesome fell on her.

 

“Oh my darling!” she exclaimed, “My poor baby boy, what have they done to you!!”

 

It was his Mom!

 

Perfection.

 

The jizz that fired out of Shawn’s stone raw cock almost knocked Henry over. It leaked out of  mouth and was sprayed all over his face as Shawn kept on wildly ejaculating. It felt so warm. Henry wanted to drown in it. He saw the most wonderful look of God and Jesus combined in happiness on Shawn’s face and suddenly ruptured in ejaculation himself. He shot his tasty boy cream all over Shawn’s belly. Shawn’s belly was fucking massive but Henry still fucking covered it in the stuff. Steve slowly began to stop circulating his fingers inside Shawn as he came wildly too. No one was even touching his dick, but the cum raced out anyway, it fired a good metre or two across the floor, leaving a white sticky trail of evidence of the boy’s fun to be found later. They all sighed a deep sigh of relief and kissed each other passionately, Axel looked away from them. David Dolittle was now back on his feet, supported by his Mom and Camp Leader Gary.

 

He pointed at the semi-naked mess of cum soaked fatties;

 

“SHAWN STRINGER!! YOU FUCKING HOMO-FAGGOT COCK-SUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!! I MEAN IT, I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!”

 

Shawn, Steve, Henry, Axel, Kai, Johnny, Jake, and about seventy other boys laughed directly at David's stupid fat shit and puke covered face.

 

They left it up to Shawn to respond though, he was their new hero, this was his day, his moment.

 

His tone was calm but one hundred percent patronising and condescending; 

 

“Yeah whatever, dickhead! You’re a sad pathetic fat loser who couldn’t win an eating competition to save his life!”

 

Laughter and applause rang once more around the hall.

 

“Oh and one more thing,” he paused to wipe some of Henry’s cum off the side of his face. “Turns out you’re a fucking homophobic cunt to boot!!”

36.

For the first time in a month Shawn skipped breakfast. Henry and Steve followed him back to the cabin where they pushed three beds together and snuggled up in order to sleep off their exertions.

 

Everyone else had to wait an extra hour for their breakfast while the clean up operation took place. No one minded though, the morning's events had been the most exciting thing to ever happen at camp, talking about it was all anyone wanted to do.

 

David Dolittle had been cleaned off and was now sitting in Gary’s office with his Mom and Counsellor Jim. His right leg was strapped and bandaged. David had called the emergency meeting. On the exterior he appeared to have calmed down surprisingly well. On the interior he was a raging fireball of fury just waiting for someone to open a window and let a small breeze of oxygen in.

 

“I’ve come to a decision. After today’s events I have decided to bring the timescale forward, Camp Two is to be extended and merged with Camp One as soon as possible. There will be no more weight gain camp.”

 

“But our turnover is up twenty percent from last year,” It was Gary who was objecting.

 

“And the profit margins are almost non-existent!” David snapped back.

 

“The costs are just too high. The weight loss camp made thirty five percent on every camper last year and thanks to our cuts that is predicted to be fifty percent this year. By merging the camps we can double annual profits. By doing it this week we can save the business $25,000 dollars in food costs alone.”

 

“This week?” Jim was gobsmacked. “But we still have campers in Camp One? They’re paying customers. They’re all paid up for the next two weeks. Surely we’re contracted to supply them with what they paid for?”

 

“You saw what they did today, how they treated me. Oh they are going to get exactly what they paid for, especially that self-satisfied shirt-lifter Shawn!”

 

Gary spoke, “You know you can’t actually kill him, now David, don’t you?”

 

“Why the fuck not. It’s my camp now and I’ll do whatever I want.”

 

“It’s immoral,” said Jim.

 

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t fucking do! You still work for me!”

 

“Baby, shh, keep your voice down. You can’t kill him cos you threatened to do so in front of about a hundred witnesses. Be calm my dear, I know how you can get him back.”

 

She leant over and whispered in her son’s ear. 

 

“That will work nicely, Mother.” An evil smile returned to his face.

 

“Your Dad would be so proud of you dumpling.”

 

He’ll be rolling in his fucking grave, thought Gary.

37.

Malcolm Dolittle had been an educator all of his working life. He graduated college with a degree in the social sciences and took his teaching exam straight after. He had met his sweetheart Sharon in the cafeteria during his first year where they had joked together about how they had both put on the ‘freshman fifteen’ and then some. Their joyful little bundle of fat had come along five years later.

 

Malcolm worked first as a sociology teacher in Buffalo and then as a principal in a small town called Beloit on the Wisconsin/Illinois border. He had opened the camp after becoming disillusioned with mainstream education in the US. He believed that all students should have the right to follow their dreams and that all educational activities should be built from the ground up, based on the student’s own interests. Even if their only interests were playing computer games, eating junk food, and wanking.

 

This was, Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness, in practice. Malcolm was a true libertarian.

 

With the growth of the obesity epidemic in the nineteen nineties, Malcolm had seen an increase in what he considered to be almost abusive anti-American policies targeting the rights of overweight American teens.

 

The democrats wanted to take away their freedom of choice, at lunch times, by limiting the ingredients in the school canteen and mandating a certain amount of fruit and vegetables every day. The local school district set out prescribed P.E lessons and set minimum time objectives for all students to reach, no matter what their size. For Malcolm, this was unconstitutional and immoral.

 

He watched with dismay as fat, lazy, selfish teens were made to go cross-country running, try out for sports teams, and eat sprouts and celery. They looked so uncomfortable, so sad. 

 

They were being denied the exact things that made them happy. For Malcolm, America had gone wrong. Somewhere along the way it had become lost, and deviated from its founding principles. To counteract this governmental overstep he decided to set up a summer camp and bought a small piece of forested land around a small lake in south central Indiana where boys would be allowed to be boys.

 

For the first twenty or so years of the twenty-first century the camp had thrived. The intake grew every year, and word of mouth soon spread amongst the hungry and dispossessed teens of the upper middle classes of the midWest. Boys would return year after year begging their parents to let them go back.

 

Malcolm and his family grew fat and rich. Sharon, who had studied economics, smartly invested their money into food delivery apps, and they grew even richer from making people fatter. Everything had been perfect until Malcom’s heart attack at the age of 56.

 

Although the majority of the family finances were in Sharon’s name, he had left the camp to his only son. David loved the camp and Malcolm saw it as passing on his legacy to the next generation.

 

David though had not inherited his Dad’s libertarian belief system or his care and generosity towards young people. He believed in the American dream. It was a sweet chocolatey wet dream that had made him rich. He had worked hard at eating and doing nothing all his childhood, just like his father had taught him, and now he was reaping the rewards.

 

David didn’t give a fuck about any of the other kids at camp and he never had. Look how they treated him! None of them deserved anything near the richness from life that he was destined for. Especially not that chunky fucking cum-guzzler Shawn Stringer!

38.

Axel was watching his three fat friends sleep when David failed to knock on the cabin door.

 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he said.

 

“That’s a great way to talk to me,” David replied.

 

Shawn and the twins stirred, rubbed their eyes, and sat up. Shawn looked at David; 

 

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

 

“Get the fuck out your not welcome!” Steve shouted.

 

Henry joined in, “Yeah, get the fuck out, this is our cabin.”

 

“I have every right to be here,” David spoke with an uneasy authority.

 

“It’s that faggot psuedo-fat imposter who has no right to be here!”

 

David was pointing at Shawn. As no one seemed to know what he was talking about his comment was met by silence. He continued;

 

“I’ve come to challenge you Shawn, to challenge all of you!”

 

“Oh fuck off!” said Shawn, “You already lost.”

 

“Lost what? A challenge that you never even told me I was in.”

 

Shawn stayed quiet, he would never admit it but the fat cunt had made a good point.

 

“Way to go big man, prove you can out eat me without letting me eat as much as I can. Wooh, way to go fatty!” There was no attempt to hide the sarcasm.

 

“No! I challenge you!” said Shawn, expecting David to want to remain in control and refuse. 

 

“Ok, I agree.” The answer was swift and prompt. 

 

“But, you don’t even know what you’re agreeing to, David,” Axel pointed out.

 

“Who’s fucking side are you on?” asked Henry and Steve, giving Axel a quizzical look.

 

This gave Shawn the few seconds time to think that he needed. Initially he also had no idea what he had just challenged David to and had been forced to think on his feet.

 

“Right, this evening, here in cabin six, straight after dinner. You against me and all my friends.”

 

“Fine,” said David.

 

“Against us at what?” demanded Axel. “None of you have any idea what you’re agreeing to!” 

“I believe that our tremendous young friend English Johnny would refer to this game as ‘soggy biscuit’” Shawn spoke in a terrible mock upper class English accent for comedic effect.

 

Only Steve and Henry laughed.

 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” said Axel.

 

“You’re on!” said David.

 

As he turned to squeeze his monumental frame back through the door he was already thinking about all the different ways he could cheat.

39.

Shawn had another challenge to complete first though at dinner - convince all his friends to join him in a competitive circle jerk in which the last person to blow their load would be made to eat everybody else's crusty semen.

 

This was not going to be an easy sell, even amongst these fatties, who otherwise would be known to consume everything in sight. So he took the easy option and lied to them.

 

“We’re having a secret pyjama party with extra snacks, my treat.”

40.

The only people looking forward to this were Henry and Steve (gay and gay) Shawn (gay and fully convinced that he could win anyway) and David (repulsed by gays but knew that he was going to win).

 

The other four boys complained bitterly.

 

English Johnny looked truly sickened, “I always thought that soggy biscuit was an urban myth,” he said.

 

“It thought it was a cheesy nu-metal band,” said Jake.

 

“It probably was an urban myth until tonight,” said Kai.

 

“Does that mean you’re in?” asked Shawn.

 

“I guess so.”

 

The others also relented after being bribed with food parcels to take back to their own cabins, and a promise from Henry and Steve that taking part wouldn’t make them gay.

 

David, Shawn, Steve and Henry were already sitting naked on the floor waiting as the others gingerly removed their clothes. The eight obese boys sat in a circle.

 

Henry and Steve stared at Shawn. Shawn stared at David, and David stared back. Everyone else had their eyes fixed firmly on the floor wondering how their lives had brought them to this point.

 

The three gays boys were already hard. David’s cock was not visible due to his enormous size. It must be buried in there somewhere, thought Shawn. The reluctant players were really going to have to work at it.

 

Shawn threw a large flat chocolate chip cookie into the centre of the ring. It was at least three feet away from every player.

 

“How are we all going to hit that?” asked Axel.

 

“It’s not possible,” said Johnny. “I knew this was a myth.”

 

“Just do your best and aim for it,” Shawn said, “If we need to we’ll use it to mop up any leftover cum from the floor.”

 

Johnny shook with repulsion at this comment.

 

“We start on three,” said David.

 

Shawn and his lush blonde boyfriends started at it immediately, gripping and tugging hard. 

 

Shawn was still looking at David. God, he hated him. Staring at this repulsive cunt wasn’t helping but he couldn’t take his eyes off him.

 

He was looking at the fact that David was so fat that he couldn’t even reach his crotch, there was just too much fat in the way. Instead he was kind of just jiggling his belly and thighs, trying to rub his massive fat pad against his tiny cock buried somewhere below. 

 

David was tempted to spray his cum out first, but he knew that he just didn’t have to come last, so he decided to bide his time a little in order to not make it too obvious.

 

The other boys had now joined in. Out of the eight boys jerking, only two of them were really enjoying it.

 

Steve and Henry were looking at Shawn, his huge round belly and chunky bloated tits were bouncing up and down as he furiously yanked on his long, thick cock. He looked so sweet and juicy, determination etched all over his round handsome face. They both dreamed about being with him again and shot their loads directly at the biscuit, glooping it in their sticky twin cream.

 

David hated the fact that he had just let two fucking incest homo’s win. He released the cum that he had collected earlier from the pipette that he had hidden in the folds of his fat pad. It landed on the cookie with surprising accuracy. He let out a fake moan that fooled everyone due to his authentic smile, which was as wide as a galaxy.

 

“Oh fuck!” thought Shawn.

 

He had already lost - even if he came in third place. Why had he ever suggested this?

 

David was overjoyed and immediately started berating and insulting Shawn who was rapidly losing his boner.

 

It took a few more minutes for the next boy to blow. It was the fat vegan Jake.

 

Much to everyone’s surprise he screamed so loudly that you could’ve believed that it was the first time he had ever climaxed. His semen squelched onto the already foul smelling baked treat. He roared like a Tiger.

 

Shawn was really struggling now, his balls felt completely empty. He was half-heartedly pulling on his semi-limp cock with a look of total dejection on his face.

 

Kai was next to ejaculate, followed closely by the clearly embarrassed Johnny, who put his clothes back on with much haste as soon as his semen had mixed in with his American cousins’.

 

This left only Shawn and Axel.

 

Axel had been against this challenge even before he knew what it was. He knew that competing with David any further was utterly pointless and doomed to failure. He knew that he was at least partly, if not totally, to blame for creating this mess in the first place, and while he had felt no sympathy for the stranded elephant when he was rolling in shit and puke, he knew that it had gone too far and that they would all end up paying some how. He came limply, barely managing to squirt far enough to reach the biscuit.

 

“YEEESSSSS!”

 

David’s scream was loud enough to wake the rest of the camp.

 

“LOOSER!!”

 

He was pointing and waving at Shawn, who had already let go of his flaccid dick.

 

“Ok, I’ll eat it, '' he mumbled under his breath.

 

“Not yet you won’t!” David commanded.

 

“You have to cum first. That’s the game. You chose it. Last one to cum eats the cookie. Not the loser who can’t cum!”

 

“David, that’s enough,” said Axel. “He lost, you won. He’s admitted defeat.” 

 

“No fucking way! He has to cum first!”

 

There was no way that David wasn’t going to fully enjoy watching this pathetic faggot, who didn’t even belong in his park, who thought he’d got the better of him, have the saddest wank of his life. His tears would taste delicious.

 

Shawn, took a deep intake of breath and took hold of his limp shrivelled dick again in his right hand.

 

“It’s ok babe, you can do it!” 

 

It was Henry, he smiled at Shawn and gave him a look straight in the eyes that said ‘I love you.’ Steve did the same and squeezed Shawn’s left hand. 

 

“NO HOMO HELP!!” boomed David.

 

Shawn gave both his lovers a look that said ‘It’s ok’ and continued to pull at his cock. It took about another ten minutes before a tiny dribble of semen leaked out the end.

 

Shawn stood up, picked up the biscuit, wiped it in the few shameful drops and lifted it slowly to his mouth. He felt sick to the core, this defeat had really knocked the life out of him, he wanted to fall into a hole in the ground and die. At that moment he didn’t even care if he ever saw Steve and Henry again.

 

And he really didn’t want to eat the cookie.

 

He had always found the idea of this game funny, and under normal circumstances would’ve been prepared to lose. He’d already swallowed a lot of cum this summer. He liked the taste. Henry and Steve’s cum was sticky and sweet - sweeter than he ever could have imagined. He didn’t mind the idea of eating his other friend’s cum either. Although he wasn’t particularly attracted to any of them, there was something very homoerotic about drinking your friend’s cum. Like some sort of horny pornographic dream. But David’s cum. That made him sick to the bottom of his hugely expanded stomach. The mammoth disgusted him. Vaginal fluids would have been more appealing, and Shawn was as cis-gay as they came.

 

He felt vomit rising through his chest as he brought the biscuit to his lips, he closed his eyes and held his nose shut as if with a peg. Steve and Henry couldn’t watch, it was too painful to see the love of their lives humiliated in this way. The salty dough touched the edge of his bottom lip…

 

”STOP!” screamed Axel.

 

Everybody froze.

He walked up to David, “Stop this now, I mean it Dave, stop it!”

 

Dave? Thought literally everybody else in the room. 

 

“My name’s DAVID!!! You know I hate being called…” 

 

David didn’t finish his sentence. He swung his huge round fist at Axel connecting right in the centre of his nose. Blood gushed out. 

 

“You sort yourself out Axel,” he said, “You need to make a decision right here and now!” 

 

He turned towards the cabin door and screamed, “MOM! You can come in now!”

 

Sharon entered the cabin followed by two cops, one was Officer Bob Bindley, the other unknown.

 

Bindley looked at Shawn, directed him to drop the cum laden cookie on the floor as if it was a dangerous weapon, and mouthed, “I’m sorry. None of this was my choice.”

 

“What the fuck’s going on?” Henry and Steve asked simultaneously.

 

“You two are under arrest,” said David with absolute glee.

 

“Only we get to say that, son,” said the unknown cop. 

 

“What the fuck for?” protested Shawn.

 

“Statutory rape and abuse of a minor.”

 

“That’s bullshit!”

 

Shawn lumbered forward to try to hold Henry and/or Steve but they were already in cuffs, stoneley silent, staring into space in absolute disbelief.

 

“They’re my boyfriend!” tears streamed down his cheeks.

 

“Leave them alone, please!” he begged.

 

“They’re a pair of peado poofters!” David was taking sweet delight in his victory.

 

“That’s impossible! We’re the same age!” pleaded Shawn.

 

Bob Bindley put a hand on his shoulder to try to calm him.

 

“How old are you Shawn?”

 

“Almost eighteen.”

 

“So seventeen then,” said Bob.

 

“Unfortunately your boyfriends here are both nineteen. That makes a physical relationship between you and them illegal in this state.”

 

“And the fucking peados lied about their age just so they could get into a children’s summer camp and pray on  young vulnerable adolescent boy’s!” David was really revelling in this now.

 

“I’m not fucking vulnerable!” shouted Shawn.

 

English Johnny who until now had been keeping out of the way along with Kai and Jake came up to Shawn and whispered something in his ear.

 

“We never had sex!” “We never had sex!!” 

 

“What?” said Officer Bob.

 

“We never had penetrative sex. I never put it in them and they never put it in me! They can’t be guilty of statutory rape if there was no penetration right?!”

 

The two police officers thought about this for longer than you might expect.

 

“You told me one of them put it in his ass?” David was talking to Axel.

 

“Axel, what the fuck?” screamed Shawn.

 

All of the boys started yelling and screaming at Axel. They were all furious. Why the fuck had their massive friend turned turncoat and told David that?

 

The cops calmed everyone down by drawing their guns.

 

“Axel, cus, tell them what you told me, please?” It was David’s time to beg.

 

“Tell them that you saw one of those incest-homo-peados shove his fat fingers up this poor vulnerable child’s fat asshole in the dining room this morning! Please Axel?”

 

David looked really desperate. If the cops let this pair of perverts go now it could ruin the rest of his plan.

 

Axel turned to the unknown officer. 

 

“I saw one of them push his fingers up Shawn’s ass this morning in the dining hall during the weigh-in.”

 

Shawn’s chin dropped to the floor, followed by the rest of him. He lay there crying and quivering, an inconsolable blobby mess.

Axel had been the first kid at camp to speak to him. He had been friendly, warm and welcoming. Axel had driven them to the supermarket that first time. Wasn’t it Axel who first suggested that he gain weight to annoy David? Hadn’t the last week all been based on Axel’s plan? How could any of this be happening?

 

This is the worst moment of my life, thought Shawn.

 

As the twins were being lead out by the cops they turned to Shawn; 

 

“Don’t worry, we’ll call Dad and get him to talk to Camp Leader Gary, he’ll  be able to sort this out for us.”

 

“You can talk to Gary yourselves,” said the unknown cop, “He’s in jail right now for failing to report sexual activity amongst minors in his care.”

 

And with that final nail in the coffin the beautiful blonde boys were taken out of the cabin and seemingly out of Shawn’s life forever.

 

David’s Mom followed them out. David waited behind for a few moments. He was building the dramatic tension.

 

They watched him move very slowly, even by his standards, towards the doorway. When he reached it he turned around, looked at them all, but directed his words at Shawn who was still sobbing uncontrollably on the floor.

 

“Oh and by the way, as of tomorrow, we’re merging with the camp next door. This place is going to be a weight loss camp!”

 

There was a collective gasp followed by shrieks of horror from the assembled campers.

 

“Your new counsellor will be here to wake you at five thirty for your first drill.”

 

“W-w-w-what’s h-h-h-happened to Counsellor Jim?” Kai sniffled and shook as he spoke.

 

“He’s been sacked,” said David, who once more turned his attention to Shawn on the floor.

 

“Weight loss camp,” he repeated, “Exactly where you’re fucking supposed to be Shawn Stringer!”

 

His revenge was complete. The door swung shut behind him.

 

All of the remaining boys were now openly crying.