Dinner

"Jessica, time for dinner!" Veronica chirped. Knowing I'd just face greater trouble if I lagged I opened the door and headed to the kitchen. I had to walk awkwardly, taking tiny steps and tugging down on the skirt to avoid flashing.

When I got to the table I saw that the meathead cop was sitting next to my step mom, who was touching his arm while giggling at something.

"Jessica, officer Peterson has agreed to stay for dinner." Veronica chirped. "Isn't that great.

"Sure. Great." I said, shivering as I saw Peterson eye my exposed, muscular thighs. Quickly I took a seat. Veronica, once she was done pawing at the cop, served up dinner. For some reason she'd baked a whole turkey, a huge pot of potatoes with many other sides. Why had she made all this food?

Veronica server Peterson a reasonably sized plate. Then she served herself simply a small salad. Then, turning to me, she started scooping giant mounds of mashed potatoes onto my plate.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "I don't need all that!"

"Nonsense." Veronica chided me. "Your a growing girl, you need lots of of food."

Once she'd made a huge pile of potatoes she threw two large turkey legs on my plate. Then she poured gravy all over the entire giant pile of food!

"Veronica, I'm in training!" I objected. "I can't eat like this."

"I slaved over the hot kitchen to make this meal." Veronica said, her tone going dark. "You'll either eat every bite of it or you will be punished, do you understand?"

I suddenly understood Veronica's intention. She going to both try to sabotage my training and ruin my athletic body by forcing me to gorge. And, what could I do? If I refused she had full legal right to do ANYTHING she wanted. But, I couldn't just eat like this, I dreamed of going to the Olympics. She probably wouldn't' even let me burn it off afterwards!

Oh what to do?!