Fat Camp: Chapter 3

    Finally, things at the camp got going, as various campers, now wearing special shirts and shorts were free to wander about. Rory and Paris were already walking around the camp, getting to know the facilities. One of the buildings they passed by was somewhat similar to a shopping center. Rory cocked an eyebrow, but before she could turn her head, she heard Paris gasp in excitement.

    "Rory! Look at this! We don't have to worry about not having things now! There's a shopping area here! Wow!"

    Rory peered closely through the glass and saw only some type of tube, in the center of the area. Glancing to the left and right, as much as she was allow, Rory soon discovered something else: large yellow barricades. Paris gripped the door handle, but couldn't get it open.

    "It's like I said earlier. Something is going on around here."

    "Ah, come on, Rory. You're just skeptical is all. Now, help me open this door!"

    "It's locked. We can't go in."

    Paris smirked, and said, "Where's the adventure in just giving up? I'll just pick it open--"

    They were stopped as large hands were on their backs. Rory and Paris didn't even have to bother turning around.
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    The door to an office closed, right after two viciously strong security officials escorted them away from the building. Paris bravely stuck a tongue at them, but it would only be received by the door. She then turned to face the same person Rory was facing. 

    In front of them was an amazingly fat man with a cartoon-ish handlebar moustache, to go with his pink cheeks. His snug shirt, soft breasts, and flabby sides, showed that not only was he one of the "big guys" at camp, but also that he was in fact a big guy. 

    "Hello, ladies," he said in a strangely childlike voice, retaining his good-natured smile, "I'm your counselor, Judd Reeves, but everyone calls me Mr. Sweets, because I'm a...very sweet guy!" As he said this, he handed two large bags of candy to the chubby women.

    Rory glared at Paris, and whispered, "You're a valedictorian...with the behavior that got us lumped here with him?"

    "Ever heard of letting loose, Rory? You're supposed to have fun at camp."

    Mr. Sweet gently folded his hands, and then cleared his throat, catching both women off guard.

    "As you may or may not know, some areas of the camp are restricted. Yes, we encourage our campers to do what they wish with their time, but we place your safety above all else. Now then, according to what I've heard, something pretty big is supposed to be available to all students, to help them with losing some weight. You two already got a sneak peek, but please don't get caught again, because if you do, it'll be her you're referred to, and I know she hates troublemakers."
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    Without a fuss, Rory and Paris were easily set free. Now that they were back in the area, they had trouble deciding what to do next. Out of nowhere, Alicia approached them, gently rubbing her arm. 

    "Where were you two?! I was looking all over!"

    They were given almost no time to answer. With a huff, Alicia ran her hand through her knee-long hair. 

    "Anyway, all sorts of weird people are going around and giving the other campers shots. I don't know what the heck it's for, but it's really making me hungry." Alicia's head turned toward the main hall, and found that it doubled as a buffet, housing a huge host of food choices. Alicia offered a smile, and said, "I'm going over there. Just remember to watch out for those shots."

    As she faded away to the main hall, Rory began to move quickly to the cabin. Paris followed her.

    They were in the clear, but watched as other campers were unable to avoid the ninja-like men who administered the shots. Paris moved up along, passing Rory, but then she signaled for Rory to stand still. Being fairly close to their goal, they were stunned to see one of those men simply relaxing near their door. However, as he started to approach them, the two women agreed that they had to fight him off. Quickly, they ran and tackled his torso, easily folding him in half, thanks to their combined weight. However, they were shocked to see that there was yet another one standing nearby.

    Paris rose up to escape, but he grabbed her arm, and gave her the shot. Strangely, it almost felt painless. Paris whined after that, even while the ninja placed a patch over the arm. Next, he injected Rory with the same thing. In mere moments, Rory was starting to feel like she was starving. The two ninjas left, once Rory and Paris headed to their cabin.

    One of the ninjas shrugged at the idea of not going to the mess hall. The other gestured as if to say, "All in good time."
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    Once in their quarters, Paris opened up the fridge and pulled out a well-prepared platter of ready-to-eat burgers. She didn't question how their food was stocked--even if she didn't recall ordering burgers. She ripped off the plastic shielding, and ate as much as her stomach demanded. Rory was hungry, as well, but she was stunned to see Paris behaving this way.

    Rory then noticed a smoking hot pizza pie lying on the bed, and its serving size seemed unusually large. As she made her way to the bedroom, she failed to notice the ninja-like woman hiding from outside an opened window. She carefully closed it, and then pulled out a communication device, nearly small enough to cover an index finger.

    As soon as she got through, she quickly said, "Ms. Tukk, we've got all the campers set. What do you want us to do?"
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    In a room that seemed to be fairly lavish, but mostly occupied by a near-impossibly large bed, Caroline Tukk had her back turned to a communicator on an end table. She managed to toss her suit jacket off, producing an odd effect. Her back began to swell rapidly, while her bra suddenly became outweighed by head-sized breasts. These rested upon a gigantic gut that forced her skirt to hide under it at risk of being ripped apart. As a result, the legs widened, supporting not just her flab-ridden truck of a butt, but also showing that her legs were overcome with bovine wideness.

    As she felt her neck vanishing, and her chin landing on soft skin, she exhaled in relief,but remembered to continue the call. She sluggishly crawled onto her bed, still clad in nothing but a bra and panties, just to get a spare shirt and sweatpants, which she put on soon after.

    "Right. Make sure you keep their fridges stocked no matter what. Take shifts, and keep monitoring them for me."

    "Anything else?"

    "Oh, yes." Caroline turned on a screen in her bedroom that showed security footage of the entire camp. As soon as Rory and Paris came up on screen, she let her remote rest next to her. "Make sure you keep an eye on those two. Counselor Reeves just informed me of two nosy little girls who saw 'it.' If we want them off our case, we need to keep them in front of the fridge. I don't care how long this goes on--no one goes to 'it.' 'It' is not ready yet, and it's still testing."

    "Of course, ma'am."

    The communicator went off, and Caroline opened up a handily located fridge, pulled out a cake, and began to eat. 

    "What we're planning could lead to the biggest paycheck of my life, and I won't let two nosy little girls unravel everything." Her eyes were locked onto the screen showing Rory and Paris, as they were doing everything they could to sate their new hunger. So far, they could say that this camp had been an interesting experience.