*12 months ago*
Despite being a distinguished chef, Grant’s heart was in his clientele and he relished in getting face time with his punters, getting to know them personally.
For example, Tina Johnston had moved to town a few months back following a bitter divorce with three kids in tow.
Heartbroken and struggling to make ends meet, Tina had found a light in the dark at Grant’s diner and was now a regular even after finding steady work.
McCray certainly wasn’t complaining as he’d had front row seats to the single mum’s rise to mum bod territory as many a greasy meal loaded her hips.
Stu was a local trucker who, although spending as much time away as he did home, always found time to hit up Grant’s place for a classic truckers breakfast with extra coffee on the side whilst reading the morning paper.
A passing college crowd had also done wonders for business in the name of curing hang overs and enjoying a cheap meal.
The rampant freshman 15 and then some certainly kept things interesting too.
*ringadingding*
“G’morning fella, can I get a table for one?” asked the blonde woman before Grant, deep blue streaks in her hair making the grey of her eyes pop in her sweet, slightly chubby face.
“Certainly ma’am, right this way” replied Grant, grabbing a menu before leading the woman to one side.
“Ohh not ma’am, call me Abi” mused Abi with a slight chuckle in her response, taking after the chef with her knee high boots clicking against the floor.
Grant’s mind was running wild as he led Abi to a free table.
With a blouse matching the blue of her hair and a hip hugging leather skirt, the blonde was stunningly gorgeous particularly given her voluminous chest, thick swinging hips with thighs to match and, if Grant was not mistaken, a slightly bulging stomach that encroached over her skirt and filled the front of her blouse.
“This do for you?” asked Grant, standing to the side of a table by the window with a blush red booth running each side.
“Mhm, perfect” purred the blonde, taking a seat which caused her skirt to stretch as much as the restrictive material would allow against that curvaceous behind.
“So what can I get for you?” asked Grant, flipping open his order pad, clicking his pen against the fresh page “or would you like a minute?”
“Hmm, well the chef’s breakfast sounds divine” mused Abi glancing over the specials boards.
‘She can’t be serious’ thought Grant knowing just how much food that entailed.
“Coming right up...Abi”
*****
Despite its size the ‘chefs breakfast’ didn’t take long to plate with the kitchen already fired up and Grant’s instinctive skills taking over, partly fuelled by intrigue at Abi’s response to the vast plate of fried food.
“Hey you go” declared Grant, sliding the large oval plate before his newest customer “any condiments or...”
The diner owner didn’t get chance to finish as Abi started.
“Woah, this is so good!” moaned Abi, cutlery flying from plate to plump lips.
Grant smiled to himself.
“Just holler if you need anything”
Taking time to tend to other customers, Grant’s eyes kept flicking back to Abi sat in her own booth meticulously demolishing her breakfast in record time.
9 minutes to be exact.
“That seemed to go down well” mused Grant as he made his way back to Abi, picking up her plate.
“Certainly did” purred the blonde with a lazy hand over her full belly whilst the other brought coffee to her lips.
Grant laughed in awe of the woman before her.
“Don’t forget, you’re welcome anytime here at Grant’s and, erm, breakfast is on me, chef’s treat”
“Aww, you’re so sweet Grant” purred Abi with a sultry glance “and I will be back for lunch”
*****
Grant could hardly concentrate as breakfast finished, rolled into the post breakfast slump and slowly crawled into the lead up to lunch.
The regulars arrived in drabs as 12 came around but Grant only had eyes for a certain blue streaked blonde who made her arrival at dead on 12:03.
Grant led her to the same booth again, offered a menu which was glanced over before settling on another special board order; this time the foot long meat sub with extra cheese, hand cut fries and a side of onion rings.
In short order the huge meal was devoured again and once again Abi promised to return, this time at dinner.
That day really had dragged for Grant and even his staff noticed, although they were far too polite to pick up their gentle boss on it, but eventually the waiting was over.
6:23pm, another meal (this time a sliders combo with a sides platter), another rapidly inhaled binge that had Grant watching in awe still even at the third rendition of the day.
“So, can u get you anything else Abi?” asked Grant upon returning to the table.
“I could go for something sweet after all that” purred Abi, cradling her noticeably fuller stomach after three huge binges.
“Ok, let me go get you a menu” offered Grant, beginning to turn before a hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him back.
“Not quite” smirked Abi before pulling Grant down and puckering her lips against his.
*****
*6 months ago*
“Ooooh Grant, you are making me fat...” moaned Abi as she rolled stretched sweat pants down, allowing her burgeoning belly to spill out over her thicker thighs.
“Aww I’m sorry sweetheart” teased Grant as he came up behind the blonde woman languished on his couch “you won’t be wanting your birthday cake then”
“Don’t you dare” hissed Abi tilting her head back over the couch, exposing her double chin and giving Grant a view down her deeper cleavage.
“Fine” relented Grant with a smirk “it’s not even your birthday”
Abi gave off a wicked smile with fluttering eyelashes.
“No, but you baked me a cake all the same”
“True, you are a sucker for desserts though”
“Mhm” cooed Abi, stretching her thicker arms for the chocolate cake Grant was holding “you still owe me from 6 months ago mister”
“You’ve done alright out of that dear” smirked Grant, sliding in beside Abi where he could offer up a large slice of cake to her lips whilst also squeezing a thick love handle.
“True but...” the blonde broke her own sentence by taking a large bite of cake “I could be SOOO much bigger by now”
As she spoke, Abi rolled sideways causing her belly to bulge over Grant’s leg whilst she cosied up against him.
“35lbs in 6 months is pretty impressive” said Grant continuing to fondle Abi’s side and feed cake into her waiting mouth.
“I can do better” declared Abi as she chewed quietly, the occasional crumb escaping her ruby lips.
*****
*2 months ago*
“And that is...46lbs in 4 months” declared Abi, beaming between cascading blonde and blue locks and increasingly chubby cheeks.
“Jeez Abi, you REALLY piled it on lately” whistled Grant as he looked Abi up and down on the scales.
81lbs since the day they had met was a significant gain even by Grant’s people watching observations and he wasn’t one to complain.
Neither was Abi having caught on to Grant’s eye for larger women and his ability in a kitchen.
“You notice anything...similar about me today?” asked Abi with a playful look over her shoulder, side eyeing herself in the bathroom mirror.
Grant had.
She was wearing the same blue blouse from the day they had met.
Well, wearing was a generous term.
With a great fat roll of cellulite coated belly hanging free of the blouse against her thighs cupped in her hands with large chest bulging out of the top, only three stretched buttons managed to hold together.
Her bottom half was bare bar some frilly knickers as her leather skirt was long discarded, her arse soaking empty calories like a sponge whilst supporting a flabby muffin top above.
“How’d you do it?” asked Grant, still looking over Abi’s ballooning figure.
“Hmm?” grunted Abi, groping her belly with sultry eyes at her own reflection.
“Gain so much weight so fast”
Abi paused before stepping off the scale.
“Well there’s been a lot of other restaurants opening up lately so I’ve been trying some out”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, there’s some REALLY good food out there” smiled Abi.
“Oh yeah? Better than mine?” asked Grant, feeling a little standoffish now.
“Erm, maybe not better but more variety” replied Abi honestly.
“I don’t have enough variety?” pushed Grant.
“I don’t know, it’s just nice to try other things and...”
“I thought you loved my food” sighed Grant, feeling dejected now.
“I do, I just wanted something different and besides, look at how big I got out of it”
Sensing the tension, Abi tried to defuse the situation with allure.
“Uh huh...I need some air” announced Grant, sliding from the bathroom.
*Present Day*
Sadly things did not improve between Grant and Abi and after some back and forth the two largely parted ways.
Abi was upset and Grant was numb to the situation but they agreed to be friends.
Rarely speaking friends.
That worked for Grant though as it gave him chance to concoct a plan for the changing circumstances.
Abi wasn’t the first to go elsewhere as some of his regulars had also shifted and he needed a new edge.
Espionage was, of course, the answer and maybe Abi could be won back as yet.
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