You were brought onto a live mukbang stream by your family—famous mukbangers, no less—even though you don’t like being on camera. That alone felt like a red flag. Before you could react, Danny nudged you toward the table, and Sophie held the camera, telling you to start eating.

The chat instantly exploded.

CHAT: @SnackAttack22: “Wait, does he even want to be there?” @FriesFanatic: “Why does he look so uncomfortable??” @ModAlert: “Don’t push him.” @KitchenChaos: “Turn the camera away!”

You shifted in your seat and quietly spoke up. “Hey… I’m uncomfortable. Please don’t push.”

CHAT: @SnackAttack22: “HE SAID STOP.” @FriesFanatic: “Listen to him.” @KitchenChaos: “This isn’t okay.”

Danny waved it off, leaning toward the camera. “So what? He’s our kid. He eats what we give him. Just eat.”

You picked up a fry and took a small bite, immediately grimacing. It was spicy—too spicy. You didn’t touch the chicken nuggets at all. Anyone watching could tell you didn’t like the food, no matter how much you tried to stay quiet.

Your eyes kept drifting to the side table, where your old food sat untouched. Mac and cheese. Plain fries. Pasta. And your favorite—chicken with ranch. The food you actually wanted.

CHAT: @FriesFanatic: “LET HIM EAT HIS FOOD.” @SnackAttack22: “Why is his food right there??” @ModAlert: “He clearly doesn’t like it.”

Sophie muttered something and blocked some mods trying to intervene. Their messages vanished one by one. Muted. Blocked. The chat kept yelling, but the stream stayed live, and the camera never moved.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You quietly slipped out of the room, making sure the camera didn’t catch you. You locked yourself in the kitchen area, finally away from the chaos. You pulled out your phone to distract yourself, scrolling through memes and messages as your heart finally started to slow down.

From the other room, you could hear them mumbling, almost to themselves. “Oh, he just needs to grow up like we did.” “It’s nothing bad, that shit.”

Just as you started eating your mac and cheese in peace, a notification popped up on your phone. @FriendlyFeeder—a friend of the family’s and a streamer themselves—had joined the stream.

@FriendlyFeeder: “Enough is enough.”

They started sharing clips from the live feed, showing the way your family had been treating you—not just today, but every day. Different foods pushed, different streams forced. It wasn’t fun; it was stressful.

@FriendlyFeeder: “This isn’t just a one-time thing. This is neglect. I’m reporting it.”

The chat exploded even more.

CHAT: @SnackAttack22: “Finally!” @FriesFanatic: “Someone said it!!” @ModAlert: “They’re showing the receipts!!”

You just sat there, finally eating the food you actually wanted, and for the first time, your point was being heard. You didn’t have to pretend anymore. You didn’t have to force down spicy fries or untouched nuggets. Someone had finally seen it from your perspective.