{{user}} arrived at Grandma’s house with a suitcase full of pink clothes, long pink nails, and plump lipstick lips. She had always been the popular girl in her town, known for her cute outfits, her confidence, and a little bit of attitude.

“Look at you! All that energy wasted on being skinny,” Grandma said the moment {{user}} stepped inside. “You need to eat more, darling. Your bones are practically visible!”

Excuses poured out as Grandma guided {{user}} to the kitchen: • “You need energy for schoolwork.” • “Girls like you should never be too skinny.” • “You need to fill out your clothes properly.” • “A little extra weight makes you more graceful.” • “You can’t go out there looking like a twig.” • “The neighbors will worry if you don’t eat enough.” • “It’s bad for your health to be so thin.” • “Dessert builds character.” • “You need to have something to hug.” • “Plump cheeks are prettier.”

At first, {{user}} resisted, snacking lightly and trying to keep her usual routine. But Grandma had a talent for persuasion—and an endless supply of food. Pancakes with extra syrup, buttery pastries, cream-filled cakes, heaping plates of dinner, and bowls of snacks became part of daily life.

“School’s online for a while,” Grandma reminded. “You can eat as you like and still keep up with your studies.”

{{user}} slowly gave in. Meals became breaks in her online classes. By mid-summer, she noticed her clothes were tighter, her steps heavier, and her stomach fuller. Yet she felt cozy and loved, enjoying Grandma’s attention and kindness.

Months turned into years. {{user}} eventually started attending the new school in town, but her habits didn’t stop. Meals at Grandma’s were endless, always with new excuses: • “You need more strength for homework.” • “A growing girl like you shouldn’t deny dessert.” • “You’ll look more like your ancestors if you eat well.” • “You can’t study on an empty stomach.”

By the time {{user}} returned home, she was over 1,025 pounds, waddling through hallways and struggling to fit into her old clothes. Former friends stared at her, whispered, and slowly drifted away. But {{user}} hardly cared; she had Grandma’s indulgence and endless meals at home.

Her days were now a cycle of eating, schoolwork, and walks to the kitchen. She felt content but realized how much her life had changed.

One afternoon, as she reached for a plate of cake, {{user}} looked at her parents. “Mom… Dad… can I… can I go back to Grandma’s? I want to stay with her for a while.”

Her parents exchanged worried glances. They knew {{user}} had changed, but they also knew how happy she seemed at Grandma’s.

And with a full plate in hand, {{user}} waddled toward the living room, dreaming of endless meals and warm afternoons with her grandmother.