Well I guess I should start at the beginning. A few days before the 'Official' start of summer my Mom got a call from her sister. My Aunt was really sick and needed someone to look after her. Her son, my cousin, would have if he weren't serving overseas at the time. My parents quickly looked into having someone watch me while I went to summer school. Now I know what you're thinking, 'Why does a smart looking girl like her need to go to summer school?' Well I actually took the classes willingly, just so I could skip taking them when the new school year started.
Anyway my parents eventually got old lady Greta, our neighbor across the street, to watch me for the summer. They left that afternoon and I helped Greta get comfortable in our house. The following Day Jess left for the Prosperio mansion and I started my classes. Because the first class was early I got up extra early so I'd have enough time to walk the long distance to the school
Little did I know it would be the last time I'd be walking to school for the rest of the summer. The first day of summer school went like any other first day of school, quick and with very little work. When I got out of the school a very upset looking Greta was waiting in an old beat up Cadillac.
She lectured me on skipping breakfast and taking such a long walk alone that morning. She told me she'd be making me a special protein shake before preparing a proper meal. If only I'd known what her 'special' shake would do to me
Once home I headed for my room to unpack my backpack while Greta got to work on her protein shake. A short while later she brought in this darkish white concoction, telling me to drink it all up while she prepared dinner. Not wanting to upset the old woman any further I did as she said. The shake tasted sweeter than I'd expected, but there was one taste I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. I cracked open one of my books and put the odd taste out of my mind. An hour later Greta came and told me dinner was ready. I figured I wouldn't be hungry given how thick the shake was, but all it seemed to do was stretch out my stomach a bit. When I got out to the dining room table I was surprised at what I saw. There was a table full of roast chicken, freshly baked and buttered biscuits, mashed potatoes with gravy, a variety of steamed vegetables, and a cherry pie.
I should have known something was wrong when Greta wouldn't let me leave the table until she was sure I'd eaten enough. I just figured she was a bit worried I was malnourished because of my small size. Oh how sick I felt as I headed off to change for bed that night, my belly poking out some from being so stuffed. The next morning wasn't much different aside from being able to sleep in since Greta would drive me to school. Of course she made me a big breakfast, adding some of the leftover biscuits from the night before with it. She packed me a fairly big lunch made up of the leftovers while I showered and got ready for my classes. When I got home that afternoon she made me one of her shakes and gave me some snacks to eat while I worked on my first homework assignment.
And so was the pattern for the next few weeks; breakfast, get ready, classes, shake & snack while doing homework, dinner, and lastly bed. I fell into this routine so easily I didn't notice what the lack of exercise from walking to school was doing to me. When my birthday rolled around I was more focused on classes and my clothes feeling a bit snug to remember it. It wasn't until after dinner, while working on a report due in a couple days, that Greta walked in with a small devil's food cake & my parents on the phone. After singing me happy birthday and telling me they'd be back in mid to late August I said bye to my parents, hanging up the phone as Greta cut the cake into four slices.
Once she was done Greta told me to enjoy my birthday cake, excusing herself to bed. I ate one of the slices before starting back into my report. I don't remember doing it, but apparently I continued eating my cake while doing my school work. I woke up the next morning late at my desk, barely noticing the empty plate the cake had been on as I rushed to get ready. When I was putting on my clothes I thought I was going through a growth spurt when my breasts felt uncomfortable in my bra. I may have taken a closer look at myself had Greta not been yelling me to hurry down or breakfast. Oh how sick I felt after rushing through breakfast, stuffing as much as I could so we could hurry to school. I didn't get much school work done that night as I tried to rest
Of course the food presented to me didn't lessen.
Over the next few weeks my clothes continued to 'shrink' as I continued to eat and go through another growth spurt. One day I actually had to go to school without a bra because of how tight it was on my breasts
Of course I wore a wool vest over my shirt to keep anyone from noticing. Thankfully no one paid my wardrobe choice much attention. A few days before Jess's birthday Greta offered to buy me some bigger clothes, apologizing for 'shrinking' them a bit in the wash. I didn't want to take advantage of the old woman's kindness so I suggested just getting me some new underwear. We ended up buying a few pairs that day, a couple of which were a bit big for me in case I had any more growth spurts
Again, if only I had known.
Before heading home Greta took me out to a fast food burger joint, followed by a stop at an ice cream parlor for dessert. When we got home she made me a shake and a light meal when I told her I was still a bit hungry. That night I slept well, dreaming a bit about food. Greta was cooking Thanksgiving dinner for me, my parents, Jess & her parents, and Bob. I wasn't that much bigger than when I'd gone to bed, but when the dinner was done all of us looked a bit bigger than when dinner had started.
I would have seen this as a warning if my school reports weren't starting to pile up, with our final tests not too far off. Instead I continued on, only noticing my growing weight when my clothes felt tight. I was so focused I forgot to head over to the mansion on Jess's birthday. Perhaps she would have been able to point out my growth to me
Not to say my fellow classmates didn't. I caught some of the guys checking out my chest during some quizzes, but it was the girls giggling as I left the rooms that had me a bit nervous.
We went shopping one more time for some better fitting clothes before finals started. While trying clothes on in the changing room I happened to glance at myself in the mirror. I was surprised at how much I'd let myself go, running my hands over my pudge to make sure I wasn't seeing things because of exhaustion from school. I swore to myself to start exercising once my summer classes were done. Unfortunately when that time came I ended up catching a bad summer cold and was confined to bed.
Greta continued feeding me, although now it was to help get rid of my cold. I asked her about the old saying 'starve a cold', but she said it was nonsense. Instead she fed me plenty of soup, bread, and of course her special protein shakes. Given I was bed ridden I had plenty of time to ponder how I had let myself go so much. Sure I had eaten more and more as summer progressed, but food alone couldn't make me gain so much in only a couple months. The first thing to dawn on me though was just how little I normally ate.
I was used to having small meals; most of my focus on reading, school work, or learning. The next thing I realized was how little exercise my body got. I was used to walking a couple miles to school or wandering for hours through the mansion, but during the summer Greta had driven me everywhere and leaving me to walk only short distances during our shopping trips. I also hadn't done any kind of workout in my room. My mind and my writing arm were the only muscles worked at home & school. After finding myself putting on some weight still during my first week of being bed ridden by my cold it dawned on me that Greta's shakes may have also had a hand in my growing weight.
My parents returned the second week of my cold, a bit surprised at my weight. They didn't ask me or Greta, that I know of, about what had happened to me. Simply they helped Greta get her small amount of stuff moved back to her house before focusing on getting me better. As I recovered my parents tried making meals the same size as normal, but found I was still hungry afterward. They started making meals bigger, which helped put a few more pounds on me. I tried exercising a bit the last couple days before school started, finding myself a tired out quicker than usual.
Of course as you've probably noticed my school clothes look a bit small on me
That's because early school uniform fittings were while I was sick. Hopefully the school can special order me some bigger clothes
Before anything embarrassing happeneds