Moomoo milk wasn't all that expensive, and the local shop had a direct supply from the Miltank farm that was situated just a few towns over. Johanna had added liberal amounts in the lasagne she was making for Dawn's lunch, and was waiting for the dish to slowly brown off. It was several layers deep, with oodles of creamy cheese and meat, with a handful of chopped onions for flavour. It was one of Dawn's favourite dishes, and the girl could easily pack away most of a dish by herself at the best of times. Johanna took the lasagne out of the oven and set it down on the side, looking at the cheese that was still bubbling away at the very side of the dish. It was thick, creamy, and would be perfect at getting her daughter to enjoy her food a little bit more. What's more, it was an already fattening dish, the addition of the Moomoo milk only helped push the calories far above healthy levels.
Dawn never did question her mother why she had lasagne for lunch every day that week. She just assumed her mother had a certain amount of left over ingredients, and lasagne was the only dish that she could use them in. Along with her two servings of pancakes at breakfast, and two bowls of heavy stew for dinner, little Dawn was getting over twice her recommended daily calories every single day of the week. Johanna calculated, and watched her little girl closely for any signs of change. The first week was the most important to kick starting her entire idea into plan, and it was only on Sunday that she got to see the effects of her work.
"Morning, mom!" Dawn smiled at her mother as she padded into the kitchen, given it was the weekend, she was wearing her pyjamas still, "Mm.. breakfast smells really good." Dawn's pyjamas had always been a little loose on her, Johanna noticed that they were now fitting her, perhaps a little too well. The bottoms were snug about her thicker waist, and the buttons of the pyjama top were actually pulled tight against something. Dawn was very small still, and very thin, but there was definite weight gain showing. Johanna placed down a full English breakfast in front of her daughter, as was the tradition on Sundays. Rashers of bacon, eggs, fried bread, not a single thing was missing from her daughter's plate. She watched as Dawn tucked in eagerly, the loving, caring mother looking over her daughter.
She needed to find a way to increase the weight gain. She didn't want to drug her poor daughter, but she had heard about natural remedies that would help her out.
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