Dexter's MILF, innocently bidding her farewells and indulging in a cup of coffee, brewed with tender enthusiasm by none other than the young genius himself. However, this seemingly mundane gesture takes an unforeseen twist as the cup empties. What was initially a mildly unpalatable concoction mutates into an outright catastrophe, attacking her taste buds with each sip. As tension steadily mounts, a ripple of unease begins to taint the air. Our protagonist, blissfully unaware of her son's experimental addition, faces a challenge that transcends mere culinary preferences. Inexplicable hunger pangs grip her insides, intensifying by the second. But this is no ordinary hunger—this is a primal craving that gnashes at her gut with an almost otherworldly intensity. Locked in a battle against a ravenous emptiness, she turns to the desperate comfort of bread, only to discover that even the most basic sustenance has taken on an alien taste. It's an awakening, a chilling realization that her hunger has taken a sinister turn—this craving, this gnawing urge, can only be appeased by the unthinkable. And then, in a twist that's equal parts absurd and shocking, her cries for assistance beckon the unsuspecting gardener into her path. In a heartbeat, he's swallowed whole, vanishing into the depths of her insatiable appetite. She suggests her son could do something to help... alternatively, she could wait for you to turn to mush...