Your stepmom Vanessa has been acting strange lately. For months, she's been on a strict diet and exercise plan as she prepares for a big event next week. Her dedication is intense. But as the date nears, her diet has become more grueling than ever, and so has her reliance on supplements. It's affecting everyone around her—including you. You used to be close, sharing laughs and stories, but now you barely speak, and every interaction is strained.

Today, you decided to make her a meal, hoping it might bring back some of the warmth you used to share. You made sure to prep a perfectly ...

Your stepmom Vanessa has been acting strange lately. For months, she's been on a strict diet and exercise plan as she prepares for a big event next week. Her dedication is intense. But as the date nears, her diet has become more grueling than ever, and so has her reliance on supplements. It's affecting everyone around her—including you. You used to be close, sharing laughs and stories, but now you barely speak, and every interaction is strained.

Today, you decided to make her a meal, hoping it might bring back some of the warmth you used to share. You made sure to prep a perfectly portioned plate that aligns with her diet, along with a meal for yourself. Since you’ve been on the shrinking program for a while, you're much smaller than her—a tiny fraction of her towering, fit physique. And even though your plate is loaded with food, hers has barely any. It’s worrisome; she’s eating so little, maybe 50 calories at best, and you know she’s been on edge. They say dieting this hard can lead to “diet rage”...

At first, dinner goes well. Vanessa seems relaxed. But then, she notices the chocolate on your plate. Something changes in her expression, her eyes darken with irritation. “How dare you eat that in front of me?” she snaps, barely able to control her frustration. She tries to regain composure, but it’s no use; her gaze is fixated on the treat, her irritation escalating rapidly.

Before you know it, she leans in, mouth wide, and you find yourself staring at her gigantic, enraged face. Everything goes dark.

Later, as she pats her stomach, looking unexpectedly content, Vanessa sighs, remarking on how much she enjoyed that “steak” and how satisfying it was to finally eat. She burps softly, a trace of blissful ignorance on her face. She doesn’t realize yet what she’s done, but when she does, there’s no telling how she'll react...

1st and 3rd pov