#Added Rika into the mix because if someone's going to be the mean instructor at a fat camp it would be her

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19. fat camp AU setting for Minerva? It just sounds funny, sending such a bright techie to a boot camp filled to the brim with exercise cramps and dieting lmao

Stress-eating could be a dangerous slippery slope if left out of control. It starts with one nibbling on something, anything, in order to get their mind off the troublesome thoughts that plague it. Then, as the anxiety remains and one grows accustomed to those light bites, the mind and the system begin demanding more in order to bury the worries under countless calories. One treat turns into a small handful, that handful becomes a proper snack, the snack evolves into a proper meal, and soon, before one is aware of it, they may find themselves shoveling whatever their fridge might offer into their uneasy stomach in the middle of the night.

This was the slippery slope that Minerva Webber was currently on. A path that had turned the once svelte IT worker into a staright-up fatty that struggled to comfortably sit her rear on her tiny office chair. It was true that the brunette had always been a sedentary and stressful person, even after the incident that had left her stuck working at the same company for over seven years. However, it wasn't until her recent promotion that her workload and stress levels increased exponentially, reaching a point that had led Minerva towards partaking in the bad habit of stress-eating.

At first, only she could tell that a soft layer of flab had developed around her midsection, lightly straining her blouses and skirts, but it wouldn't be long until everyone at the office could tell she had packed on the pounds. It would be impossible not to do so! After all, nowadays, everything about her was fat! Minerva's face had grown rounder, now sporting softer atrributes, including puffier cheeks and a pair of chins that neatly coated over a third of her neck. Flab accumulated on her arms would wobble whenever the techie rushed to type something on her keyboard. The tire of fat that her belly had become flowed outwards whenever she was at her desk, gingerly resting atop an ample pair of thickened legs that were constantly fighting for space, chaffing against each other. Not to mention how her caked-up rear became the daily attraction whenever Minerva walked into the workplace.

If there ever would be any hope for Miss Webber to get back into shape, someone had to put a stop to her terrible eating habits. Of course, Minerva wouldn't do it herself, always finding an excuse, mostly thanks to her job, to avoid exercising or dieting. Luckily for the hefty woman, her coworkers cared enough about her wellbeing to force her into taking action by enrolling her in a fat camp. At least she thought so...

Much to her dread, embarassment, and irriation, Minerva was sent to the fat camp the very next day.

Once Minerva arrived at Camp Colossal Caboose, she was slightly relieved to discover that she somehow was the smallest participant at the place. Perhaps, if she truly gave it her all, there could be a chance for her to actually lose weight. Perhaps she could get back the thin figure she had outgrown long ago. Perhaps...

"Listen up, ya porkers! Looks like some of ya have been doin' a great job while ya were away from camp, while some of ya fatasses have been slacking off. Unnaceptable behavior! Here at Camp Colossal Caboose, we take things like this seriously. Understood? Ya will all be punished for this once today's activities begin, including ya!"

The boisterious woman pointed a swagger stick at Minerva.

"What's yer name, newcomer?"

"Minerva Webber. Minerva Webber, ma'am."

"Ma'am. Pfft. Ya hear the stickwoman? Hah! Looks like she doesn't know how things work 'round here yet. But don't worry, Minerva Webber...", she said her name in a mocking tone, "...ya'll grow used to Camp Colossal Caboose in no time. Give the bag of bones a triple ration when we get to the dinning hall. She needs to get some meat on that scrawny body!"

"WHAT?!"

Before Minerva could protest a pair of women, fatter than any she had ever seen before, dragged the brunnette away. Clearly, this wasn't the kind of Fat Camp she had envisioned and her waistline will suffer greatly for it...