Grandma's Cooking

Grandma's Cooking: Chapter 4

Grandma's Cooking

Warning: This is an adult/fetish story involving weight gain, and stuffing. If this isn't your type of thing, please don't read it.

By Polarisdreamer

Part 4- Janet The Breastaurant Diva

As usual, things in Hooters had settled down after the dinner rush, but there was still a fair amount of men at the bar for a Wednesday night, not to mention a few groups of them at tables intently following the sports playing on the various TVs. Janet and her work friend, Delaney, rotated between taking orders and cleaning tables. While Janet seemed to brainlessly preform her tasks with an oblivious smile on her face, Delaney was quick to notice the large number of lasting stares Janet was receiving from a number of their rowdy clientele.

It wasn't unusual for men to stare, it came with working at a breastaurant like Hooters, but the way they stared at Janet was something different. Janet hadn't commanded this kind of attention when she'd first gotten the job a little over two months ago. Something was different, and it was obvious to Delaney what it was.

As Janet bent over a table to reach the back edge with a sanitizing wipe, more than a few eyes sitting over at the bar leered toward her to appreciate the way the young woman's thick tushie filled out her bright orange booty shorts. As Janet bounced between tables those same eyes gravitated from her shapely heinie to view the way her sizeable breasts jiggled in her tight white tank top.

To the drunken onlookers, it looked like the alluring brunette had squeezed herself into a uniform at least a size or two too small to contain her curvaceous figure and they were loving it. Her breasts and booty were both too eye-catching with their scintillating mix of youth, volume, and perkiness. They were so attention-grabbing in that tight Hooter's uniform that not a single man seemed to notice the slight tummy-fat Janet was sporting, as she snuck a few French fries into her mouth from a table that had recently abandoned them.

Unlike the men, Delaney was able to look past the brunette's impressive tits and ass. She could see, clear as day, that Janet's tank top wasn't fully tucked in and it wasn't because Janet preferred to wear it that way. Janet's soft looking tummy and sprouting love-handles saw to that. The standard Hooter's uniform wasn't designed for a sudden change in a wearers waist size and Janet's waist was hardly the only place her figure had blossomed over the last few weeks.

The young woman had filled out a bit. It was probably somewhere between 15 and 20 pounds, but, as it occurred in less than two months, it was noticeable. The girl's tits and ass had seemed to swell overnight, but her newly budding tummy was a recent addition that suggested that Janet's impressive growths spurt wasn't quite finished and might not be quite as flattering for her in the future.

With a sense of jealousy, Delaney secretly hoped Janet developed a bit of a potbelly to go with all the junk in her trunk and the extra bounce in her boobs. It was the only way Delaney could hope to compete for tips. Even now, Delaney watched Janet prance around the restaurant collecting more cash in tips than the other servers put together. As much as she loved to chit-chat with the girl, she had to admit she felt a real envy regarding the way Janet filled out her uniform nowadays.

Delaney was an eye-catching girl in her own right, at 5'9 and 140lbs, her dirty blonde hair, C-cup tits and lean physique afforded her a lot of social capital in her current workplace, but she knew she wasn't the total package. Unlike Janet, who was 22 years old, Delaney was pushing 28. And furthermore, she could never hope to match Janet's natural curvy aura. Anytime Delaney had ever gained weight it had always gone to the wrong places.