Grandma's Cooking

Grandma's Cooking: Chapter 8

Chapter 8- Eat Your Heart Out

Brightly colored decorations adorned the staircases railings. Along the walls, Eleanor had fashioned flowing ribbons to make the spacious home look more inviting. A red-velvet cake was cooling on the kitchen counter next to a tray of rice-crispy treats, a large apple pie and a tray of triple chocolate brownies. As Eleanor finished tying the last balloon to the back of the last kitchen chair, the house was all set for a party.

All that was missing was Janet.

Eleanor had decided to let the birthday girl sleep in rather than ask her for help getting the house ready for her party. On her own, Eleanor had cooked, decorated, and prepared for the festivities later in the day. However, now that all was done, Eleanor checked the time

It was nearly 9:30AM!

Choosing to give her little sleeping beauty yet another birthday surprise, Eleanor didn't wake her up yet. Instead, she whipped up an extravagant breakfast fit for a young woman turning 23. She cooked a pound of bacon, and half a dozen eggs covered in American cheese. She prepared French toast, chocolate chip pancakes and waffles. In all honesty, she was having so much fun cooking she got carried away.

When everything was warm and ready, Eleanor carefully brought a full plate up to her granddaughter's room and gently knocked.

"Sweetie! Wakey-wakey eggs and bakey!"

There was no answer.

Opening the door, Eleanor poked her head inside and flicked on a light. As usual the place was a mess, Janet's dirty laundry was thrown into a pile by the door. However, unlike other mornings when Eleanor had woken Janet up for work, this was different.

Janet wasn't there.

Pausing. Eleanor left the plate of food on Janet's bed. Her granddaughter hadn't come home last night.

Checking her phone, Eleanor hadn't missed any messages. Despite some initial concern, Eleanor calmed herself. She had a pretty good idea where Janet had gone, and she would probably return home after she woke up.

Eleanor didn't feel any fear for her granddaughter, instead she felt a distinct sense of disappointment.

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An hour and a half later, Eleanor rose from the couch in the living room after hearing the distinct sound of Janet's yellow buggy pulling into the driveway. She waited at the base of the staircase, near the front door, for her troublesome granddaughter to enter. As usual, Janet took her dang time.

In the seven weeks since Valentine's day, Janet had promised herself that she'd change her ways but, besides getting a gym membership, Janet had done little else to address her weight issue. As such, the rate of her obvious weight gain hardly slowed. At the ripe age of 23, Janet weighed precisely 100 pounds more than she had when she'd turned 22.

The change was like night and day. At 5'5 and 125lbs Janet had looked every bit the posh princess she pretended to be on the outside. Her waist had been trim, her C-cup bosoms had been perky, her booty had been... under control. At 225lbs, gone was Janet's dainty slender frame. The girl's athletic bottom-heavy hourglass figure had overflown everywhere with plush squishy fat.

As Eleanor eyed her granddaughter head to toe, she took in the considerable change Janet's body had gone through since moving in. Far from looking malnourished, Janet looked considerably over-nourished. Her legs had thickened like tree trunks and her thighs jiggled like jello when she walked.