Mutual Weight Gain Interactive Story

Suggest commands after the section of text is over to continue the story, ala /qst/. Since this story is about MWG, I'd imagine you'd want to direct the story to that goal. Depending on your command, the story's length shall flux.
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	The summer heat was counteracted upon by your feet dipping into the chlorinated pool, the water flowing between your toes. After a taxing year at school, the stress was relieved as the season transitioned to summer, a whole vacation for the students to enjoy. You've held dearly your fair share of memories, tapping upon them with such moments like this. It was on your first day of summer vacation, after all; a whole holiday to ease yourself off the previously distressing days of work and education. As you swiveled your feet back and forth within the shallow depths, a feeling of tranquility restricting any foreign thought, a perfect meditation.

	You are a 16 year old girl. In the midst of puberty, you adapted the new biological traits you had acquired over time. 	What most concerned you about your figure was the absence of breasts - the supple things that the other girls at school possessed. Your rack was non-existent, only two meager bumps of flesh upon your chests. Regardless, you still boasted a few other elements that may garner attention with. A lithe body was endearing the hormone-ridden boys, but you weren't the paragon of beauty. A soft and typical set of thighs treated your body well, but below them, an agile pair of legs  were attached. In your younger days, you utilized the dual to chase after your brother, when the day went amok with raw and violent tension. Now, as adolescence settled in, the juvenile behavior faded - a mutual, and understanding bond between you and your twin.

	Oh, your twin, Matt. Coming out just a few minutes after your initial birth, he still held the mindset of a younger brother despite his meager difference between dates. Hasty, annoying, and perhaps a bit dim-witted (at least, in your definition), he snapped every last string of your daily moral fiber, initiating fights, and making outlandish sounds to irk your body down to its core. Nowadays, even with the previous experiences, Matt shifted further, growing with mental fortitude. It was hard to imagine the more developed figure to have once been the tiny little scrap that was his defined personality. He hadn't ever took his newly-given maturity to its limits, as for most of the day, he spent erratically making movements upon his computer keyboard and mouse, equipped with a sleek pair of headphones.

	But, what of your parents? The two were hardworking businessman, a couple who ran their own family business. You were supposedly destined to inherit the company, but you weren't the most ambitious thing that wanted to manage and meddle with it. You attended a few important days at the business with your parents, but for this occasion, an especially lucrative opportunity arose, and your parents couldn't miss it. But, they never specified in their leaving note of what this matter was - leaving a whole three months of speculation. They challenged you, and your brother to survive these three months, your first taste of independence.

	Luckily, you still had a good-sized amount of cash in your bank, along with a helping hand from your parents and pooling with your brother's money. You were already a wealthy family, anyway, leaving financial duties to not be a burden. The question is, could you survive without them?

	After submerging yourself into the pool, you took it to yourself and did a few laps, a common practice on a day like this. Once you felt one too many sweet beads drop down your wet brow, you came onto the pool ladder and washed yourself dry with the towel you left for yourself. Now, you still had a whole summer vacation in front of you, take a visit at the pool.

>What do you do?