stepmom’s New Diet
The Video: Stepmom’s New Diet
By approximations-186
“Morning, sweetie,” Emily purred, her ample cleavage nearly spilling out of her silk robe as she floated into the kitchen where her stepdaughter Jessica was sitting at the table, sulking over her bowl of cereal. “I’ve got a special surprise for you today! We’re going to start a new diet together!”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “Pass. I’d rather pull out my own teeth than let you measure my thighs again.”
“Not for my sake, dear, but for your own,” Emily cooed, placing a comforting hand on Jessica’s bony shoulder. The girl flinched but didn’t pull away. No one could resist Emily’s MPH-studded touch for long. “You’re still a growing girl! We need to make sure you’re getting all the proper nutrients and exercise to get you fighting fit!”
Jessica’s face folded into a sneer. “You’re not my real mom, you plastic surgery addict. You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Oh, but I can,” Emily said with a sinister giggle. “And I will. Now be a good girl and follow me to the gym; it’s time for your first fitness evaluation. I’ve rented the whole place out for just us!”
Jessica pouted but obediently followed her stepmom out to the car. No matter how much Jessica disliked Emily, she still felt compelled to listen. Ever since Emily married Jessica’s dad, the slut has been treating the house like her personal dungeon, tying Jessica up with velvet ropes and ‘punishing’ her for no reason.
They arrived at the gym to find it empty as promised. Emily strutted up to the mirror like a peacock in heat, admiring her reflection from every angle. “Let’s begin with a full body assessment!” she chirped. Jessica grudgingly stripped down to her sports bra and leggings as Emily ‘casually’ eyed her assets with lewd interest.
“Hmmmm, I see you’ve grown since the last time I checked,” Emily noted with a salacious lick of her lips as she traced the edge of Jessica’s breast with a neon fingernail. Jessica flushed crimson down to her toes and quickly crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t be shy! I’m just showing an interest in your development.”
“Pervert,” Jessica hissed under her breath. She hated how her body was changing, unwanted curves sprouting in places she never wanted prying eyes to rest upon. Having her stepmom ogle her only made it worse.
Emily continued her assessment, prodding and poking Jessica’s flesh with a critical eye. She tutted as she found the stretch marks on Jessica’s thighs, the soft layer of baby fat that still clung to her frame like a life jacket. “Oh my, you have quite the ways to go before you can be considered model-worthy. It’s a good thing your dear stephi-mommy is here to whip you into shape!”
Over the next few weeks, “Shape up or ship out” became Emily’s new mantra. She appeared at the gym every day, clad in skintight yoga pants and a sports bra that showed more than the clothes hid. Jessica had to endure ‘specialized training sessions’ where Emily would try to rip her clothes off in the name of ‘improving her mobility.’ There were supposed yoga lessons that turned out to be a private strip aerobics class, with Emily ‘accidentally’ brushing Jessica in all the wrong spots as she showed her the ‘correct form’ while contorted into degrading yoga positions.
Finally, there was an exercise regime that was so intense, Jessica threw up halfway through due in part to her low blood sugar or Emily’s inappropriate encouragement. Jessica spent the rest of the session flushed and dizzy, certain she was about to pass out, only to have Emily gleefully declare that they needed to rebuild her core strength so she could keep up her stamina with her new exercise routine.
Throughout it all, Emily’s obsession with Jessica’s body crossed over into something dangerously unhinged. Clothing was an afterthought; Jessica never knew when Emily was going to ‘accidentally’ spill something on her outfit that required a full strip down to nothing. Jessica was touched, groped, and fondled so much, she started to crave it, starved for the attention even if it came from the most depraved of sources.
It didn’t help that Jessica was an apprentice massage therapist, and Emily kept demanding ‘practice massages’ to help her ‘cramp’ when she overdid it in the gym. Jessica would have to rub down Emily’s oh-so-relaxed body with massage oil, tracing every curve that seemed to go on for miles. Emily tilted her head and moaned like a whore straight out of porno central, her pink nail polish glinting each time she sank her claws into Jessica’s plump adolescent thighs. Jessica did her best to stay a professional, but Emily never let her keep working for long before rolling over and demanding a ‘harder touch’ on her most sensitive spots.
The aching, carnal hunger was almost too much to bear, the constant overstimulation and suggestive undermining that left Jessica hockeying and quaking like an animal in heat. Night, after night, she would grind her teeth and clench her fists until she gasped like a drowning woman struggling against the current that sapped the strength from her bones as she floated further out to see, pulling the other drowning bodies into the maelstrom with her each passing day.
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