Was bored and I decided to edit/ sorta rewrite one of chubby chimera stories. Camper Productive with a much more wholesome spin. I hope you all enjoy. :)
Nobody knew why you did it. The son of a major fast food corporation CEO stepping down to take such a low-brow job as a fat camp counselor? However your intentions were far beyond anyone’s understanding, and they had to be! If anyone found out why, they’d likely throw you in jail.
Or they would, if you weren’t so rich you could just buy your way out of jail time. Yes, what you were after was some of the most forbidden fruit of them all: Fat, Young Girls.
Your name is Connor, a stupidly rich 23-year-old and happens to be incredibly handsome.
who entered was already at high ranks of your fathers fast food chain, climbing near all the way up top of managing all those restaurants in your area. But even being a high up can be so tiresome for you, and you have a life and interests outside the business world. Specifically, you had very peculiar tastes when it came to your interests in girls more specifically, you’re into fat girls.
Like, REALLY fat girls. The kind that many others would look at with pity or disgust, you find them absolutely Beautiful and sexy. Hell, the only reason you took job at these restaurants in the first place was to encourage those girls to eat more than they should, offering free meals, getting them hooked on the most fattening yet delicious food on the menu.
you’ve got your dads sliver tongue. Getting so many girls are huge and obese thanks to you. But everyone is under the impression it’s all in the name of business. None of your business partners wonder why you focused mostly on young girls? Nor did the parents even blamed you.
It was all so perfect, but once your dad decided to make you vice president of the company, you rarely saw them anymore, and you had to sit through boring meetings, do loads of paperwork and etc… It wasn’t your style at all. Not that it was hard, no you were a complete natural. But you needed to be out on the prowl. A comfy job was never going to be permanent occupation for you.
It was then you saw an ad for a fat camp for young girls, a weight loss camp called Camp Harmony. At first you were disgusted, how could anyone let their daughter to lose all their precious fat? But then… an idea sparked. You knew what you had to do, become a camp counselor and sabotage their chances of losing weight, to make sure they stay fat asses for the rest of their lives.
Yes, it was a perfect plan, and as soon as you were hired, you got to work.
your plan to there to sneak your way into their hearts and have them leaving camp fatter than they came in… and maybe find the lard ball of your dreams.
At the place the campers absolutely love you, all thanks to your good looks but you could never show them how much you truly loved them. There were always too many counselors around, too many prying eyes that could get you in trouble, so you were constantly blue-balled by these overweight girls.
As much as you loved seeing them getting fattened, being surrounded by all the girls that you couldn’t even make a move on was… infuriating.
Until, one day, you were given a very rare, and very special opportunity came walking your way. Or, in this case, waddling it’s fat, stubby legs, heaving towards you...
This girl was 13 years old, she’s a bit naiveté to the lack of social awareness of begin a lazy gluttonous blob of a human being. The file you were reading on her made you quiver with joy, a big grin spread wide across your face, making your heart skip a beat with every passing paragraph you looked at.
“So her parents were quite negligent, almost encouraging, of her weight gain, finding it easier to silence her whining by stuffing her face with chocolates and cheeseburgers than with parental love and affection. She rarely left the house and just played video games every day, that she basically almost became bed and couch-bound that her legs were mostly just useless stumps on her body…”
You explained to the Director of this camp, hardly even remembering he was there.
“That will be your charge, Mr. Connor.” The Camp Director explained, “She’s been very unresponsive, hiding away in those games, and even when forcibly removed from them, she’ll stare off into blank space, unsure of what to do with herself. She’s capable of speech, but it’s limited to requests of, among other things, video games, food, more blankets… You get the picture. She’s a tough case, but with how much work you’ve been putting in at this camp, we believe you’ll be the perfect caretaker.”
“Caretaker? You mean, I’m supposed to look after this girl? All on my own? No help at all?” You asked, shocked by this sudden and unexpected request.
“Precisely. Due to her excessive weight, she needs constant care and attention, plus a heavily altered schedule separate from the other campers. I wouldn’t trust this job with anyone else, you’ve proven yourself to be a valuable asset, and if you’re able to successfully rehabilitate her into a normal, healthy young girl… I can certainly make it worth your while.” The Director enticed…
But like you needed any monetary encouragement, the only encouragement you needed was your strong love… and lust for this girl.
“Well then lead me the way sir.” You were very eager to get started right away! “Whoa there Connor I love your enthusiasm but you barely even know this girl let alone her name?” The director stated.
“Right uhhh… W-what was her name again?” You asked, trying to maintain your composure, using the files to awkwardly hide your obvious boner. “Her name is…”
“Rachel!”
The 610lbs of a 13-year-old girls mass was spread across the back of the van, her ass was triple the size of teenager of her age should be. Barley fitting into her tight sweatpants and shirt. Her massive slabs of titty meat were stretching out her hoodie which doing barely anything to cover her enormous frame.
Especially her huge bulbous gelatinous belly Which was tan do to how exposed It was. She also had short red hair, parted and combed rather expertly, though it was clear from the rest of her disheveled appearance this isn’t how it normally looked.
Rachel was more of a blob than a girl, crouched over herself staring into the brightness of her gaming console, eyes glued to the bright lights and gameplay. She hardly even noticed the child protective agent who had been taking care of her calling her name, up until the agent finally gave up and ripped the console away from the tub of lard.
“Hey, give that back.” Rachel demanded, with a lazy monotone voice, making no real efforts to move or get it back. “Bwuuurrp!… O-or at least give me something to eat…”
“I’ve told you, you need to take this seriously. Your parents were planning on keeping you like this forever, don’t you have any ambition outside of eating and playing video games?” The agent sighed, shaking her head in disbelief.
Rachel thought for a second, or at least that’s what the agent assumed, but it was more likely she was staring into space before responding, “Can I please have my game back.” She begged again.
The agent sighed again, “You are impossible, child. All you can think about is just… games and food!? Have you been so sheltered and spoiled that you can’t think of ANYTHING productive to do? Oh, I do hope this camp is as good as they say, I’d hate to see your whole life ruined by some uncaring, selfish, abusive person, who is SUPPOSED to be protecting you!”
Rachel frowned, looking down at her body. She groped it tightly, jostling it around a bit. “M-maybe… I just like it being this way…”
“That’s not true! You’re in pain, you’re miserable, you just don’t recognize it yet. If you were to keep going down this path, your whole life would be ruined! Forever!”
The agent scolded as she then finally parked and got out of the car, pulling out the extra-large wheelchair from the other side, only intended for massive adults.
“And once this camp is through with you, you’ll be reinvigorated with a new purpose, one separate from this disgusting self-indulgence! A proper, functioning member of society!” She claimed.
Rachel groaned deeply, getting out of the back of the van requiring aid to leave it. She was slowly slumped into the wheelchair. It buckled and creaked under her weight, but was just barely functioning.
Once more the agent sighed. “This was the biggest wheelchair we had… Any bigger, and you might be totally immobilized.”
“Then I could have an excuse to play games all day.” Rachel added.
“But you wouldn’t be able to lose the weight either! You’d be resigning your whole future to a life of gluttony and dependence!” The agent tried to convince but Rachel shook her head.