
Maria stood in the center of an endless field of dry grass surrounded
by a horde of people milling about aimlessly. None of them seemed to
take notice of her despite the fact that she was completely nude and
stood a head or more taller than most of them. She salivated as she
watched them move, feeling hungrier and hungrier as she watched the
unaware people shuffle past. Finally it became too much and she grabbed
a short blond woman as she was walking by, lifting her effortlessly
overhead and opening her jaw impossibly wide as she lowered the doomed
woman down her gullet. The woman thrashed and screamed, but Maria
easily overpowered her and it wasn't long before only the woman's
thrashing legs were still left poking out of Maria's mouth. She
gave a powerful gulp and the woman was pushed all the way down to
Maria's stomach, which was now stretched out obscenely.

"Mmmmmmmm. That hit's the spot." Maria said, rubbing her tummy
appreciatively. "I don't know what you were doing before lady, but
it can't have been as important as being food for me. You should
be proud." The woman thrashed with the last of her dying energy,
causing Maria's stomach to jiggle and quake. Maria moaned, "Oh,
yeah, keep struggling. It helps my digestion." she giggled.

The other people in the field were staring at her in horror.
She looked at them and winked, "You know, I'm feeling like seconds."

The man she rushed at tried to escape, but Maria was far faster
than humanly possible, even with her new gut. She grabbed him and
gulped him down in less time than it had taken her to polish off
her first victim. Despite the double helping, she was still hungry
so she ran down another man and did the same thing to him. Her
stomach was now touching the ground, but somehow this didn't impede
her as she chased down a fourth fleeing victim.

Four victims became five, then six, then ten, then a hundred. Her
stomach was huge, nearly as big as a bus, yet it somehow never
interfered with her hunting. By rights she should have been pinned
down by the massive weight of it. Finally all of the people had
either escaped or been devoured by the ravenous woman. Maria
lay on the ground with her stomach spreading out in front of
her like a small hill. Thousands of faces and hands pressed
desperately against the skin of her belly, seeking a way out
that they would never find. Maria belched, "Oh, excuse me."
She said.


Her awareness of the field and the pleasant fullness of her
stomach was ripped away as her phone's alarm cut rudely into
the dream. She groaned. Why couldn't it have lasted just a little
longer? She had just been getting to the digestion part.

She levered all 6'6" of her frame up out of bed, setting her
considerable bosom jiggling, and grabbed her phone from the night stand
to turn off the alarm. She showered quickly and returned to her
dresser to pull out a pair of large panties which only just managed
to stretch over her 60 inch hips. If the dark green bra she pulled
out had a size it would have been a 40T, but Maria had all her bras
custom made to fit by a seamstress who had discovered her bisexuality
when Maria had given her a view down her shirt. Like most women
who Maria had turned gay, the seamstress's attraction to women
was rather tightly focused on a lust to be dominated by a particular
curvaceous Latina, so she might not qualify as a real bisexual by
some measures. In any case, The woman spent her free time preparing
a nearly endless stream of sexy underthings for Maria. She had
a separate tailor for her other clothes, but she felt that her
undergarments deserved special attention.

Maria adjusted her bra, resettling her breasts within the confines
of the garment and eying herself critically in the tall mirror.
She looked flawless. Gorgeous beyond compare. It was no wonder
everyone she met became submissive and obedient. If the woman in
the mirror had asked Maria to kiss her feet, she knew she wouldn't
be able to refuse.

She pulled on short pencil skirt and a tight V-necked purple blouse that
showed off over a foot of cleavage. The outfit didn't follow her workplace
dress code, but that hadn't been a problem since her first day on the job
when Principle Gaffe had pulled her aside to discuss her attire and ended up
cumming in his pants while he kissed her boots.

She took the stairs down to the lower floor of her penthouse apartment. There
was no way she could have afforded it on her teacher's salary, so it was a
good thing that the landlord was paying her a $30,000 a month caretaking fee.
He hadn't seemed too hot on the idea at first, but when Maria took the time
to explain the benefits in person, he had come around. "Think about the
alternatives," She had said, "If you don't take me on as a caretaker, you
can keep living there, but if you do, you will make me very very happy."
He had seen her point immediately.

A five course breakfast prepared by Anthony Martin, one of the three former
Michelin star chefs who took turns cooking her meals, was waiting for her in
the dinning room. It was enough food to feed 3 people because of Maria's
tremendous appetite. She was always chasing the overly full feeling that
reminded her of her frequent fantasies, and her body had always put the
food in all the right places, so she felt no need to watch her diet.

When she finished her meal, she got up, leaving the dishes on the table,
and walked over to the elevator where she stepped into a pair of thigh
high black boots with an aggressive platform and an 8" heel. The boots
made her over 7' tall, giving her an even more commanding presence.

Before he had been her driver, Felix Namin had run one of the largest
law firms in the city. He had been a powerful man, but now he pulled
her Land Rover around as he did every day. Maria ignored him as she
got in the back, but watching his gorgeous boss approach and get in
the car was the best moment of Felix's day. Sometimes he thought that
his life before had been better, but all it took was watching Maria's
massive chest bounce with each footfall for him to be disabused of
such a silly notion. How could life get any better than serving such
a gorgeous woman. His world had been forever changed when she waltzed
into his office on a lark upon seeing how fancy the building looked.
She had only been 19 at the time, and though her sexual presence was
not as overwhelming as it was now, it had been more than enough to
turn Felix into her toy when she popped a few buttons and leaned
over.


On the way to school, Maria was pensive. Her life didn't make sense
to her. Ever since she became a woman, she had been able to take
whatever she wanted with her overwhelming sexual presence. Why was
she a school teacher? She didn't remember the exact sequence of events
that had lead her to decide to sign up for Teach for America right after
college, which was very strange. She had an excellent memory.

She decided that she was going to quit when she got to work. There was
no point in sticking around in a job she didn't particularly like
when she could so easily do so many other things.
