chapter 4

*** PAUL ***

The second Mistress Jade is gone, I let out a breath I hadn’t realize I’d been holding. Gabe nudges me a second later. “I think she was impressed with what you’re packing,” he says with a laugh that makes it hard to tell if he’s kidding or not. As much as it excites me to think about it being true, the last thing I want is a reminder of her exposing what I’m “packing” to everyone.

It has me cheeks turning redder and my hands covering up a little tighter, as if that can make everyone unsee it. Gabe notices this, of course, and laughs even harder. Before he can tease me more though, a whistle draws our attention to Miles and the other camp counselors who have gathered behind a set of scales.

“Everyone up. Fall into lines to get weighed. You will then move on to the next set of lines to have your measurements taken. After you are finished, you are free to do what you wish until dinner at 5,” one of them commands. Despite not coming from Mistress Jade, we all instantly get on our feet as if it was. None of us wants to be the first to break one of her rules.

As I wait my turn, I find my thoughts turning to her. I’m torn between my old way of thinking, wanting the number to be lower than the last time I weighed myself, and what Mistress Jade would want, wanting it to be higher to impress her. I barely know the woman, have barely interacted with her, but already she is in my head and controlling my thoughts and behavior.

Based on the happy dance I do on the inside when the scale reads 5 pounds higher, I’d say that I could care less. The high I’m feeling is enough to get me through the awkward process of standing naked while being measured by another man. It also puts a little bounce in my step as I make my way back to my cabin, check out the schedule, and get settled in.

When 5pm rolls around, I once again find myself with a massive tray of food. Thankfully, I also find myself sitting with same group of guys as earlier. We make it through every bite together, teasing and encouraging, telling stories, and contemplating what “method” Mistress Jade is going to subject us to first.

All of it has me smiling as I settle in to sleep for the night. It feels good, and boosts my confidence a bit, knowing that I’m not in this alone. When our first exercise session rolls around bright and early the next morning, I find myself even more grateful of that fact, especially when it comes to having some muscles in the group.

What lays before us is an obstacle course, full of things to get over, under, and through. Not only that, we each have weighted vests strapped to us before being told to get moving. We stick together, Gabe and Zander offering strength, and the rest of us encouragement to keep all of us moving and combat the degrading names and statements being shouted at us by the counselors.

Then it all falls apart. Despite being close to the end of the course, both Noah and I find ourselves struggling to get up and over a massive rope ladder. He only makes it a few feet off the ground before freezing up. I backtrack down to him while the rest push on and do my best to encourage him, but he won’t budge.

Then, out of nowhere, Mistress Jade comes up behind us. Leaning into Noah, she whispers something in his ear then gives him a far harder swat to the ass than she gave me on day one. It gets him moving but has the opposite effect on me. I find myself falling backwards, flailing as my weighted down body hurtles to the ground.

As I lay there dazed and trying to remember how to breathe, an angel surrounded in a halo of light leans over me. Then, just when I’m convinced I’m about to go to heaven, that angel reaches down. grabs my cock hard, and orders me to get moving. Mistress Jade’s face immediately comes into focus as I lay there in pain, gasping for breath, and desperately trying not to cum in my pants.

“Is there a problem little piggie,” she scolds. When I manage to shake my head no, she finally lets go and orders me to, “get moving then,” before returning to her feet and leaving me there laying on the floor watching her ass as it walks away. I have no idea how, but I manage to get up and make it through the rest of the course.

That’s followed by making it through three massive meals, half of which I can’t keep down, then flopping down and passing out. When I wake, I groan with the realization that I’ll be doing it all over again. Today will be different though. Today will be my first session of whatever method Mistress Jade has decided to subject us to this week.

I don’t have to wait long to find out what it is either. After a thankfully less grueling workout and a massive breakfast, we once again find ourselves at the center of camp, this time being separated into four groups of six. I can’t tell whether I’m terrified or relieved to be included in the first group to be led off to what is labeled the “Therapy hall.”

With the exception of some rooms along the far wall, it is an open space containing six stations separated by dividers. As I follow Miles into the first one, I take in a medical bed with stirrups, a stool, and a tray with various items. “Remove your clothes and lie down on the bed, feet up,” he says as he moves to lay a measuring tape across the bed.

When I just stand there staring back and forth between him, the bed, and the tray, trying to process it all, he adds, “NOW,” much louder. Remembering how much I want to avoid the wrath of Mistress Jade, I awkwardly rush to take my clothes off and do as I’m told, then lay there completely frozen as he pulls the tape around my stomach and writes down a measurement.

Feeling myself starting to freak out as he settles onto the stool and begins messing with stuff on the tray, I squeeze the bed tight with my fingers and close my eyes, trying to focus on anything but what is coming. Within a few seconds, I’m granted with just the distraction I need, Mistress Jade’s heels clicking on the floor as she paces among the stations.

I begin to picture what she’s wearing, as well as what she isn’t, but am interrupted by Miles and the very different picture his next words create in my head. “I will be inflating your stomach with air through a tube that will be inserted anally. The air will be pumped slowly to allow you to adjust and I will be stopping at multiple points to check on you and to take measurements,” he says.

Honestly, I didn’t hear much after the “anal” part. That had the hole in question squeezing up tight in protest, something that clearly didn’t go unnoticed. Mistress Jade comes up behind me as Miles continues babbling information. Kneeling down, she gently strokes my arms as she whispers in my ear, “relax little piggie, I think you’ll enjoy this.”

I do my best to do just that, focusing on her warm breath against my ear and neck as Miles and the tube boldly go where no man, or woman for that matter, has gone before. Its strange and uncomfortable, but not as bad as I thought it would be.

At some point Mistress Jade takes her leave and moves on to the others. I hardly notice it, I’m too caught up in the way my belly is slowly but surely growing larger and larger, not to mention the sensation of it. Against my will, a far from silent but thankfully not deadly fart erupts from around the tube.

I have to give Miles some credit. While the camper in the next station over laughs, causing himself to let out a fart of his own, he keeps quiet, getting up to take a measurement and give me a break. “Don’t worry, that’s going to happen, A LOT. You need to try to keep as much air in as possible until we are done. Then you can let it rip all you want,” he says calmly.

His words make me feel better, but also make me want to laugh as I think about all six of us “letting it rip” at the same time. It is just enough to relax me. I close my eyes and let go, letting the air fill and expand my belly. I don’t notice when Miles stops to take two more measurements or anything else going on in the other stations.

I apparently also don’t notice that at some point during the process my cock has risen to the occasion. Nope, I notice that the moment Miles pulls the tube out and I begin trying to hold in the fart to end all farts. My eyes spring open and get an eyeful of not only my massively bigger belly, but the tip of my equally massive erection. “Fuck me,” I mumble.

“Sorry, you’re on your own with that one,” Miles says, pushing himself and the stool out of firing range. His response has me erupting into laughter and I’m treated to a few mesmerizing moments of watching my belly ripple and shift in slow motion before half of the air, if not more, escapes from my body all at once.

The sheer level of noise and force that erupts from my ass has me nearly falling off the bed in shock and laughter. I somehow manage to get my myself back under control and sit up, immediately beginning to poke at my belly, eager to watch it ripple and shift some more. Unfortunately, my still hard cock decides to break the spell by jumping around with every poke.

Beyond confused and not wanting to think too hard about whether its reaction is because of the full feeling in my belly, the inflation, or the anal play, I stumble to my feet and slowly begin putting my clothes back on. I have to fight with the zipper and button of my pants, both of which don’t want to close over my bigger belly or my cock which refuses to go down.

This last part has me rolling my eyes and covering up with my hands as I make my way out of the Therapy Hall and back to my cabin. Once there I lay in bed, my confusion growing as I jerk one out then lay there in a massive mess that I don’t known whether to be proud or ashamed off.

“Oh well, I guess, I’ve got two more inflation sessions to figure it out,” I tell myself as I swing my legs out of bed, clean myself up, and head off for lunch.