Grandma's Cooking

Grandma's Cooking: Chapter 7

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 7- The Wake-Up Call

It was the first valentine's day that Janet had spent alone since high school...

Sprawled out in bed, Janet's encumbered body sat propped up slightly by an army of comfy pillows so she could comfortably watch her TV without straining her neck. She was warm, too warm, so her blankets both lay fashioned as impromptu armrests instead of concealing the rounded monstrosity of a food-baby she was sporting.

She wasn't wearing anything more than a pair of thoroughly overstretched 'Granny panties' and a simple white t-shirt that had no business trying to contain her thickening 211-pound body. The shirt was stretched so tight that it barely covered the substantial volume of her breasts, much less her big belly.

In the four months since Halloween, the weight Janet had added to her figure had distributed itself among her usual problem areas, but also found a home amongst the thickening fat rolls cushioning her ribcage and midsection. With a massive homecooked dinner firmly packed into the deep recesses of her gut, it looked as though Janet was trying to digest a modestly sized watermelon.

Janet had gone from spoiled princess to a spoiled piggy in less than a year.

Like most of her recent nights, Janet was consuming TV mindlessly while digesting and playing on her phone. Her room was a mess with clothes all over the floor. Earlier she'd been compelled by her grandmother to find something more presentable to wear than sweatpants and a tank top for the neighbor's weekly game night. Janet just hadn't found the energy to clean up after herself.

She'd been low on energy a lot recently.

Things had been going well for her up until New Years, that's when things seemed to fall apart. It all started when there was a shakeup at Hooters and people's shifts got moved around. Janet was transferred to the lunch-shift. She tried to get Howie to pull some strings for her, but he was never any help.

As if being separated from Delaney wasn't bad enough, Janet soon realized she was taking home far less money than usual. It turned out that the lunch crowd wasn't as generous as the dinner crowd. Apart from that, the change totally ruined the late-rising routine Janet enjoyed so much.

She had to start waking up early and going to bed earlier. To make matters even worse, no sooner had she adjusted to her lower earnings and tiresome new schedule, than Howie up and cut things off with her out of nowhere.

He'd found a new girlfriend.

Crushed from the breakup and without a regular sexual outlet for the first time in her adult life, Janet turned to the easiest form of comfort she knew, grandma's cooking. The irritation of waking up early was softened by lovingly prepared chocolate chip pancakes drowning in syrup. The stress of making less money, despite working harder than she'd been before, was abated by the smell of garlic bread, tomato pie, and fresh lasagna awaiting her nose when she'd get home from work. Unsuccessful nights spent drinking at bars searching for someone to satisfy her were made better by returning home to a platter of sweets to ease her growing horny and lonely funk.

It had been a miserable new year, and what made it worst was the fact that Janet knew she'd have to ask Howie for a larger uniform when she returned to work after the next weekend. Well... If she returned to work.