Part 15
Inside the confines of her office, Headmaster Covington sat reviewing Paige’s file, preparing for the meeting. She wasn’t sure what to make of her star pupil these days. First there had been the snide comment about her age (yet to be forgotten, let alone forgiven), and then a very unexpected drop in performance.
The vixen who had once been the most visible, outspoken proponent of Covington’s agenda at Camp Cupcake had seemingly disappeared. She had barely laid eyes on Paige in months; their last regular get-together postponed several times due to very suspect excuses from Paige’s side.
And in terms of raw metrics, reported contraband seizures from Cabin 12 had plummeted. It made no sense to Ms Covington, especially when taking into account her campers’ weight loss progress, which also trailed the Camp average by a large margin.
Something was afoot. But whatever the reason, Paige’s stock at the Camp was clearly on the downswing. And it all caused the now infamous “Old Hag” comment to burrow deeper and deeper under Covington’s skin. She was visibly fuming as the door swung open.
Now it was the Headmaster’s turn for a literal and proverbial drop of the jaw. For a moment, she hardly recognized the chubby young lady plodding awkwardly into her office. From the baggy outfit, to the pudgy cheeks....the nervous, unconfident body language. But as she looked into her eyes, the recognition and realization hit her. It was indeed Paige Forrester. And she was getting fat!
Her mind raced for a moment. Then a sinister grin crossed her face as she processed the information again. The little bitch was getting fat! She couldn’t begin to fathom how it was possible, but it was undeniable. She eyed her up and down, watching her fattened hips and thighs quivering beneath what could only be described as “fat pants” as she began a impromptu verbal assault.
“Paige, OH my God...you look so fa....”
She abruptly stopped herself. Paige’s chubby cheeks blushed red, bracing for the embarrassing lecture to come. But the headmaster collected herself and pondered the situation that had been delivered to her on a silver platter.
Sure, Paige was getting nicely chunky. But she wasn’t THAT big...especially compared to the residents of the camp. Why play her hand so quickly, she thought silently...
She smiled broadly and began again. “You look so fabulous!! Like I always say, I just don’t know how you do it!!!”
Paige froze, confused by the unexpected turn of events.
“And I absolutely LOVE the outfit,” Covington continued with a wink. “We all know you’ve got the goods under there....your ability to keep things understated and professional is a true testament to your self-confidence. You really seem to have BIG things ahead of you at our little Camp.”
The Headmaster gave her another cloyingly sweet smile and folded her arms, waiting for a response.
Relied coursed over Paige’s psyche. Maybe she was being too hard on herself after all. At some level she DID feel out of shape, but the phrase “you are your own worst critic” popped into her head. I mean if Covington still thought she looked great...well that spoke volumes.
“Th...th....thank you!”, she stuttered before finally getting the words out of her mouth. “It was a rough year, ya know...wrangling those porkers but I made it through alright I guess!”
“You sure did,” Covington replied plainly. “And I wouldn’t have expected anything less. Well unless there was something else you wanted to discuss you are dismissed for the summer. I just can’t wait to see what the next year brings for you. And we’ll be anxiously awaiting our little Star’s grand return next summer.”
Paige smiled in pure relief, and not in the mood to push her luck stood up quickly, heading for the door.
Covington watched her now huge ass and thighs wobbling uncontrollably as she waddled away. Cellulite was taking hold everywhere, and it was clearly visible through the seat of her pants. She couldn’t resist one last parting bit of “encouragement”.
“Oh and Paige,” she called out with that sing-song tone of hers. “Don’t go too hard on yourself next year at school with the exercise. You need to re-charge - mentally and physically after such a draining summer.”
“So take it easy, and don’t be afraid to treat yourself every now and then. You positively deserve it. And I insist.”
Paige stopped by the door and swiveled around, a chubby hand placed on her bloated hip. “Well thanks Ms Covington. You are totally right and I’ll do just that. You have my word.”
“Excellent,” Covington replied firmly, looking down at the stack of papers on her desk. “Now if you’ll excuse me..”
“Of course,” Paige finished, closing the door behind her.
Covington then began to chuckle softly, and finally erupted in a fit of laughter. She pulled Paige’s performance review out of the folder and after scribbling a few notes, came to the finally rating section at the end of the form.
“Sub-standard Performer. Recommend demotion to Junior Counselor status and probationary period next summer.”
She gently placed the form back into its folder and closed it with a very satisfied look on her face. Big things ahead for that girl, she thought silently. Big things indeed.
