The official educational year drew to a close, and most regular kids were leaving school for the summer – escaping the tedium of timetables and taking a break from all the hard work they had to put in filling their heads with knowledge. With the freedom of the sunny months, their routines would change from work to play. They went on trips and vacations, eager to enjoy every day they had unconfined by the rigours of education.
None of this was the case for Lucy Murphy – but certainly not because she kept up her studies over summer. Lucy had “broken up” from the sham of scholarship that was her homeschooling weeks before, not that it affected her schedule much – her days on “summer break” were just as lazy and gluttonous as those when she was allegedly studying. She certainly couldn’t be bothered to do anything so strenuous as go on vacation. With “school” out, Susan didn’t have to half-heartedly pretend to teach her daughter, and Lucy didn’t have to do anything at all. Well, anything but eat.
Summer was a tipping point, a time of change for the Murphy girls. Before there had been concerns creating tension beneath the surface - Susan had wondered if Lucy would return to her diet, or get bored, and Lucy had worried her mom might send her back to school next year, or make her cut back – but the summer break had them closer and more comfortable with each other than ever. They bonded and chatted, Susan cooked, and Lucy ate and ate and ate.
While the mainstay of Lucy’s diet - endless junk food - was hardly taxing to cook, when it wasn’t just delivery, Susan was becoming quite the baker as she fed her daughter’s increasingly greedy sweet tooth. Lucy was always hungry for deserts and Susan loved trying out new recipes for her ever-appreciative little girl - she saw the way Lucy’s fat face lit up when she tried a tasty new treat, and knew she was being the best mother she could be. They’d never been closer – all the time spent “homeschooling” had been a bonding experience, and where before Lucy had been closer to her dad (in truth, she was a total daddy’s girl) now she and Susan were inseparable. On the rare occasions she went out – to the cinema, to the mall, to the buffet – Susan would drive her there and accompany her. Being outside of school, and so single-mindedly devoted to food, Lucy’s social life had taken a battering, but Susan took up the slack.
Minor though Lucy’s efforts at education had been over the previous months, and as little as she moved, the lethargy she indulged in over summer was something else entirely. Lucy found herself too hot to move, sweltering in the summer heat. Even with the AC cranked up she sweated, melting under her blanket of blubber, cooled down only by continuous consumption of ice cream and cold drinks that Susan dutifully brought to her where she lazed. As the summer of spoiling passed it seemed Lucy barely did anything for herself – Susan took care of her needs and wants, catering to her daughter’s every greedy whim – bringing her meals where she lay in bed or on the couch, giving her relaxing massages, even hand-feeding Lucy when she was feeling particularly indulgent.
Lucy grew used to this treatment, morphing from an independent young woman into a coddled, dependant and pampered princess. She did basically nothing for herself, and was actually starting to lose some independence in looking after herself. She was happy letting her mom take care of her. Some days she didn’t even get up. She had a simple carefree life, free to indulge in any delicacy, no matter how decadent. She’d outgrown her wardrobe, and Susan bought replacements - Lucy didn’t care, she was too lazy to go shopping for herself these days.
September rolled around, and the school year began again for most families. Not so much for Lucy and Susan. Sure, Lucy technically had some new material to learn; she’d “progressed” to what would have been her senior year at school, but that didn’t mean she was studying. The idyllic, indulgent summer completely destroyed any vestiges of Lucy’s will to learn - she just wanted to eat, relax, and eat some more. Susan had helped her daughter with the paperwork needed to keep from Lucy being dragged back kicking and screaming to formal education, effectively taking the test for her – spoon-feeding her daughter had become second nature for the doting mother. With the formalities fobbed off, Lucy embarked on her first full year of homeschooling – a year of totally unrestrained eating and absolute idleness, utterly unimpeded by any actual education.
The winter holidays came and went in a blur of total gluttony; the whole family - all the fatter as a result of Susan’s constant baking and the ever-present junk food in the Murphy house - had all pigged out, but Lucy most of all, and soon summer was approaching again. Now 18, Lucy would normally be graduating – maybe even going off to college. The only thing Lucy was graduating into was a bigger size of pants.
A year and a half of Susan’s “homeschooling” had totally transformed her daughter – from a tubby, slightly out of shape teen she’d grown under her mother’s doting care. Being overfed around the clock and never having to lift a finger had certainly changed Lucy. Not only had she totally ballooned, eighteen plus months of being waited on hand and foot had made Lucy a…
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