Fat Camp (fiction)

This story contains one of my earliest gainer fantasies, hence the young age of the characters.

Trent, Jack, and Marty. There, I memorized their names, probably important since I would be rooming with them for the entire summer. Hopefully they have remembered my name by now. When I first met these guys I had to correct them saying it was Derrick not Darren. The cabin we got was nice, standard, but nice. There were two sets of bunk beds on the north and west side of the cabin. The washroom and showers were just outside a mere ten feet away. Also, most importantly, the main hall was just on the other side of the dirt road. The main hall is where they serve the food I often hear about. I only noticed all this after Trent, Jack, Marty and I all came back from swimming in the lake that was close by. We were just about to change out of our swim trunks when Trent said something, “Hey Marty, nice gut!” Marty looked down blushing a little. Marty hadn’t even really gained much weight it was just that he was very skinny looking when he got here. “I had a big lunch guys.” Explained Marty. The food here is served in huge portions. I always found myself completely stuffed after each meal. Plus the main hall is open 24 hours and there’s always cookies or other snacks lying around. In fact if I hadn’t been breathing in the entire time we were swimming; the guys probably would have noticed that I had gained a little weight too. The bell calling all campers to the main hall had rung. This usually means it was time for dinner. I quickly put on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top and ran to the hall. Today they were providing an all you can eat pasta bar. When I looked at the buffet I had a sensory overload. All kinds of pasta with all different kinds of sauces. I looked over to Jack and Marty who were drooling. “Where’s Trent” I asked. “He’s trying to squeeze into his shorts. Last I checked, he was trying to get the button closed.” Said Jack. “He shouldn’t be talking smack about my weight when he’s got a gut bigger than mine.” Said Marty. Trent wasn’t super skinny like Marty was. He had big arms and a big chest. But since coming here he’s been losing definition and getting a belly. “It must be the food here. Don’t they know not to overfeed a group of growing teenage boys?” I exclaimed. Jack and Marty laughed as we filled up our plates with food. “Yeah, I didn’t want to say anything, but you’re starting to fill out that sports wear Derrick.” Said Jack. I had known for a while that I had been getting fatter. Yesterday, in the shower, as I was lathering myself I realized I felt a lot softer than I used too especially on my stomach and legs. We all sat down together at a bench each holding at least two plates filled with food. I started eating some penne alfredo when Trent joined us at the bench. He finally managed to get his shorts done up… with a safety pin. After my third helping of each kind of Italian cuisine I decided to stop. At this point I was so glad I wore basketball shorts with an elastic waistband. Jack was smart enough to not change out of his swim trunks, which also had an elastic waistband, but Marty and Trent both had their shorts undone. “I don’t think I could eat another bite.” Said Marty and he rested his hands on his bloated stomach. But then a camp counselor came to our table explaining that there was soft serve ice cream for dessert. Every camper lined up to the machine that dispensed chocolate and vanilla ice cream. We decided it was not worth missing out on. I got a large cone of chocolate ice cream and took it back to our cabin. I sat on the end of my bed enjoying the frozen treat, but quickly fell asleep after. My tank top had rolled up showing off my stomach, which had grown quite a bit this first week. With seven weeks to go I imagined what the rest of the summer would be like.

Four weeks into camp, I noticed a lot of people stopped showing up to the lake to swim, something to do with having to wait an hour after eating. It was nice just having my cabin mates and I there. It gave us time to just hang out. I was lying on a fold out chair when I was awoken by someone poking my stomach. It was Trent. “Sorry, but I had to tell you. The Velcro on your shorts is coming undone.” I got up making the matters worse. The Velcro burst open with the force of my stomach resulting in a large roll of fat to protrude and rest on my lap. Trent giggled, but it was quickly silenced when I slapped him on the back so he would be forced to stop sucking it in. His belly burst forth popping the button on his shorts. Jack and Marty ran out of the lake to see what the commotion was. They had gotten quite big as well. Marty had a soft rounded belly, while Jack was getting man boobs. “Did we really let ourselves go this much?” I asked. “I dunno…” said Marty, “I don’t really mind.” As he said this he was patting and shaking the front side of his belly. This mind set wasn’t uncommon amongst the campers. Last week when I decided I was getting too fat, I started to control how much I was eating, but the counselors were making it hard. They didn’t mind that I had eaten so much in fact they encouraged it. Every night they offered more and more treats after the meals including brownies, ice cream and cake. The bell from the main hall rang again announcing it was time for dinner. Trent, Jack, Marty, and I didn’t bother changing. We showed up to the main hall still in our swim trunks with no shirts. The other campers really didn’t mind because a lot of them had ditched their shirts as well, probably because they had become too restrictive. Today was Friday, and every Friday night the camp provided pizza. The guys in our group were one of the biggest eaters. We each had a large pizza to ourselves. Still shirtless, I looked down to notice that a pepperoni slice had fallen on to my belly. I used every last piece of strength I could muster to eat it. A counselor walked by and offered home made cookies for dessert. Trent took one, but I couldn’t possibly have eaten anymore. The crumbs fell onto Trent’s man boobs and gut. It was probably the most vile display of gluttony I had ever seen. We waddled back to our cabin and spent the whole night lying on our beds letting the meal digest. I looked up to see an outline of Marty’s butt in the bed above me. That entire night I prayed that I wouldn’t crushed.

It had finally arrived, the last night of camp. Something that we all wished would come sooner at the beginning, but by the end we never want to leave. I had become much too accustom to the meal plan here. None of my cabin mates had stopped growing. There was only one mirror on the campsite and it was in the washroom and more often than not you would find campers staring at the size of their bellies. Trent, Jack, Marty and I held contests to see who was bigger. We used lanyards as measuring tape and the winner got the last slice of pizza on Fridays. I thought about what was going to happen after I got back to real life. The people at school aren’t even going to recognize me. My brother is probably going to tease me to no end. The only thing I could wear were the basketball shorts with the elastic waistband, but those were starting to reach their capacity. I wore a t-shirt to the last dinner at the main hall. It barely fit me. It hugged every curve and my belly button would reveal itself when I lifted up my arms. My cabin mates had similar problems. Trent could barely fit into the booth for meals and Jack and Marty would compare man boobs. These thoughts quickly disappeared when I saw the final meal before me…

…use your imagination ;)