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"I hate my life."
 
  Welcome to my life, it's decent I suppose, I live in a third floor apartment complex, one bedroom, a decent living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen with an island. Brandished in my room were metal posters and bands that had yet to make it big that I made using my limited skills in photoshop. My queen sized bed being the color of dark chocolate. In the living room was just a simple couch and loveseat, I could easily lay across it and still have plenty of room on one end for someone to sit down. T.V. was on a stand that held my consoles and my computer was plugged in next to it. Courtesy of my tech savvy Dad. Then my kitchen was decked out in all kinds of pots and pans, a pressure cooker, large oven, microwave, all kinds of spices and other things. My fridge had everything I needed to make at least what I thought was a 3 or maybe 4 star meal.
 
 
"I hate my life." Well, it's not all that bad to be honest, decent home, good job, a night out at the bar once in awhile. I lied. My life is actually really good.
 
  But enough about me, you're here to listen about the other side of my life to get your rocks off aren't you?
Well let’s get to it then, we’ll begin at my home office building. It’s fairly bland looking, with a parking garage, trimmed bushes out front with some cherry trees, a couple of lions on each side of the front entrances formed to look like they’re constantly yawning at any given moment. The usual kind of stuff.
 
  Later at work that day..
 
  "Hey Jason, the boss wants to see you in her office, she didn't look happy either. I think I heard her growling too, so I hope you said your vows. You're gonna need all the help you can get," Bethany joked.
 
  "Yeah yeah yeah, I bet she's just pissed about the mess that Kevin made last week and he blamed it on me again. Probably something like I made some 'inappropriate faces' while he was walking," as I sarcastically made air quotes when mentioning 'inappropriate faces.' It was Kevin's 'scapegoat every time he was a klutz around the office.
 
  "Yeah well good luck anyways. I don't think it's because of Kevin though, she ran his hide last week for that, so it's gotta be something else."
 
  "Thanks, in that case I'll need it. I'll be right down."
 
  As I got up from my desk and walked into the bosses office, the words 'Catherine Hudgins' plated in gold on the door glared at me. I shivered before regaining my composure and stepping inside to take a seat. I paused at the doorway.
 
Everytime I see Catherine I think how insane it is that she still hasn't married anyone yet. She's got red hair, her complexion is fair, with a slight glow around her. She's the definition of a bombshell. G-Cup breasts, thin waist, massively wide hips and a booty that looks like she stuffed two basketballs inside, it was completely natural too, tapering perfectly along to the contours of her body, she had a little bit of pudge on her belly, but it was the perfect amount to consider cute and not gross. She's cute looking too. That and she can be hard when she needs to be, but I know she also has a soft side. I have to admit, I've only seen her caring side once before though; It was at a public ceremony in front of a crowd, one reporter tripped on her heel and broke her ankle. Catherine rushed off the podium, yelled at someone to call 911 and proceeded to help the women to her feet so she could sit on the stage and take weight off her foot. I didn't catch everything that went on, but I heard a sickening crack when she realigned the women's broke ankle. A blood curdling scream from the reporter and then thanks from the paramedics when they arrived. A year later the reporter walked into our office with a gift basket. I remember overhearing Catherine inviting her to meet her at 8 p.m. to catch dinner together. That was the last time I saw the reporter. After that night, Catherine took the rest of the week off. I saw in the newspaper about two weeks later that the reporter apparently had gone missing, Catherine was cited as last having seen her walk off with her Boyfriend. When Catherine returned however, she looked.. thicker, turning into the bombshell I described earlier.
 
  "Mr. Aleister. Mr. Aleister, are you going to stand there daydreaming?
 
  "Oh! I'm sorry ma'am, I just remembered a delicious recipe that I plan to attempt making later tonight." I partially lied, I did plan on trying a delicious recipe, but I wasn't about to tell her that I was thinking of her.
 
  "Anyways... Please take a seat. I wanted to talk to you about the recent mishaps regarding Kevin and his apparent knack for breaking valuable assets to us. I'd like to know what you think of him, and whether or not you've noticed anything odd about his behavior. Also, please just call me Catherine, it makes things much easier to talk about."
 
  "Alright. Well, where should I start?- Besides being a total klutz around the office, I haven't noticed anything else odd about him. He seems like a decent enough guy. But, why are you asking me?- I'm hardly qualified to be a judge of character on matters such as this."
 
  In actuality, I pegged Kevin for a kleptomaniac the first week he came here. Because my co-workers were always reporting and complaining about missing test tube vials from the lab. Never any with fluid in it, just the empty vials.
 
  "Because, Mr. Aleister, I think you're actually a perfectly good judge of character, and I also believe you're not telling me everything you know about Kevin. So, be honest, is there anything else you think I should know?" She already knows he's a Kleptomaniac it seems, this is a probably a test of my honesty and integrity.
 
  "Well, besides being a decent enough seeming guy and total klutz, he's a kleptomaniac. Though his only penchant it seems is for empty test vials. Specifically ones that have already been sterilized. But I don't think that's what you were hoping I'd say though."
 
  "No, Mr. Aleister, it's not, though it's interesting that you pegged him for a kleptomaniac when no one else has said anything beforehand. Thank you, that will be all. You may go now."
 
  That's odd, this isn't how I expected this to go. Is this about that file he took off the secretaries desk that was meant for her? Should I tell her?
 
  "Oh, before you go though Mr. Aleister, I have one more thing I'd like to talk to you about. Sometime later this week. Meet me at the entrance to the building at 7 p.m. sharp on Friday."
 
  "Yes ma'am."
 
  "So polite, cute too," I heard her say under her breath as I walked out.
 
  Well that's something I guess, she finds me cute. Though what's weirder, is she obviously knows Kevin did something. She probably isn't saying anything about it because I'm not supposed to know about the missing file. Either way, I'll find out whatever it's she wants to talk about on Friday.
 
  Catherine took the rest of the week off, citing family business she needs to attend. Before she left though, she called in Kevin. From the hearsay, apparently he was fired, yet she told him that she'd help him find a job that didn't aggravate his kleptomania. That was the last anyone heard of Kevin. Unfortunately nobody had his number, since he was always a bit of a ghost if it hadn't been for how much ruckus he made around the office.
 
  Catherine returned Friday morning, and word spread quickly that she was somewhat disheveled. Not too mention she had apparently gained some weight again as well. I hadn't seen her yet so I couldn't say anything about it. But I had a feeling that even if she gained weight, it wouldn't look bad on her.
 
  No word about the meet later, hopefully she didn't forget about it, otherwise I was going to look pretty stupid standing outside the building entrance at 7 p.m. in the dark. Now that I think about it, I was probably over dressed for whatever it was I was doing tonight with Catherine. I had on a tie, suit jacket, blue button up, and black dress pants. I pulled it off though at least. For once I was glad I had been on both the soccer and weightlifting team in high school. It gave me atleast a somewhat above average look. Plenty of lean muscle, but nothing too obvious. No bulging muscles, just enough to fill out my clothes.
 
  Well, it was past 7 p.m. nearing 7:30 at night.
 
 
"I guess she forgot about our meet."
 
Then I heard the clipping sound of heels. They sounded rushed. I saw her turn the corner to the building, looking around the corner as if she didn't want anyone else to see her, then she spotted me and grinned.
 
  "Hope I didn't make you wait too long, I got held up in the office working on a report I decided to be Ms. Perfect on, so it took me longer than expected to finish."
 
  As she walked out from the corner. I swear if I hadn't known her for so long as my boss, my jaw would've cracked the concrete. She was hot! When they said she had gained 'some' weight, I didn't expect her to have what looked like HH sized cups. Then her ass! Oh my Lord! It went from two basketballs to the size of a large bean bag chair. Yet it still looked perfectly natural on her, had her hips widened to match?- Is that even possible? No, that can't be it. Her hips were always that wide, her butt just looked like basketballs because it didn't match her massive hips. Right? Now.. now with a beanbag chair for an ass, it matched perfectly. That doesn't make any sense. I don't make any sense, but my god it's beautiful. But how had she gained so much weight so quickly? She had to have eaten at least 3 full buffets to gain that kind of weight that quickly. That not possible though, a human stomach can only handle so much food in one sitting before bursting or having indigestion. But here I am, looking at essentially my dream wife before my eyes.
 
  "I must be dreaming," I whispered as I pinched myself, "Oww."
 
 
As I looked up and she was in front of me, looking up into my eyes. How had I never noticed her eyes before?- They were the a rich blue-green. What was the word?- That's right, turquoise. A rich turquoise. Then I looked slightly down and then over, I think the blush on my face was somewhat obvious when I snapped my head back up to look at the sky.
 
  She giggled at my lack of self control.
 
  "Like what you see?- Come on Jason, I know you do. I know you were ogling at me before in the office, when you were just standing there day dreaming at the doorway. It's alright you know, I tend to have that effect on people. Seeing as how these puppies and the elephant behind me aren't exactly small anymore." As she said this, she pushed up her breasts with her arms, slightly squeezing them together, creating a generous valley of cleavage. Damn, how'd she know? Then again, it was probably already obvious, I think I may have accidentally laid it on a bit thick when talking to her one on one during our office meetings. Why do I have to be such a natural flirt? Agh, who cares?- I'm here now.
 
God I just wish I could bury my face in her breasts, maybe even taste them, play with them. Then afterwards, I could have my way with that behemoth of an ass. I began to day-dream of her and I at our own private pool, her laying down flat on her stomach to tan, as I laid to rest my head on her massive buttocks, taking a gentle nap using her.
 
  She giggled again. "Jason, I asked you here to talk, not day dream about me."
 
  "Oh, sorry, I have a bad habit of doing that. I'll try not to zone out so much."
 
  "Thanks, but you don't have to you know. It's kind of cute when you zone out like that. It tells me you actually think compared to more than half the drones in the office. Anyways.. we should probably head out."
 
  "Haha.. s-sure." If I wasn't red before, I definitely am now. Embarrassment plus lust aren't exactly the greatest mix. I really don't want to mess this up either, because it's so obvious that she actually likes me. I haven't dated since high school, when I decided that it just wasn't worth it trying to find ‘the one’ in a place riddled with teenage hormones fogging the brain.
 
  "I almost forgot to ask, can I ride with you?- My car is getting fixed and I took a cab this morning." As she asked me, she moved her hair behind her ear, swaying her hips back and forth a bit, obviously a bit embarrassed to ask.
 
  "Sure, follow me." I turned around and had taken a couple of steps before I noticed that I wasn't hearing the sounds of heels behind me. I turned around and she had an embarrassed look on her face.
 
  "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
 
  "It's just, thank you for always being there for me, and actually liking.. all of 'this' mess." As she turned and motioned towards her ass.
 
  "Oh. Well, to be honest I've kind of had the hots for you for awhile," I admitted as I put my hand behind my head, attempting to act as casual as possible.
 
  She's being weirdly forward right now. What the heck do I say? Where's she going with all this? Just play it cool Jason, chill. She's human too you know, act like it.
 
  "R-Really? You mean it?" She seemed almost on the verge of tears.
 
  If she really that insecure about her tits and ass? How? She's beautiful. Then it hit me. Bethany. The Secretary was always making fun of her around the office, always spreading rumors about her bedding twelve men in a night, she got implants, all that jazz that I never paid attention to. It seems it circulated back to Catherine in some way or another. She knew everything that went on in the office. I'll have to have a talk with Bethany next time I see her.
 
  "Yeah. I really do. You're absolutely stunning Catherine." I really meant it too.
 
  "T-Thanks. That means a lot to me. Y'know, I used to think you were just some hardass that took nothing from nobody. But you're actually really nice." She wiped a tear from her eye.
 
  "Ouch. But I get it, I'm tall and don't talk much, I listen to Heavy Metal and Rock, and actually have some amount of muscle. It comes with the territory I guess."
 
  We began talking more as I took her arm in mine and walked to my truck. I helped her up into the seat, she wasn't nearly as heavy as I thought she'd be either. She was rather light actually. Though it might just be the anxious adrenaline in my veins.
 
  As we exited the parking lot she gave me directions to her favorite restaurant. She asked me if I knew it. I told her I did, but that I didn't go often 'cause it's expensive. She told me it's fine and that since technically she had invited me that she would pay for the meal. People say chivalry is dead.. posh, it just evolved to match the era. Soon though we arrived and got our table. The waiter arrived.
 
  "So, what'll it be for tonight ladies and gentleman?"
 
  "Just a medium bowl of caesar salad and some chicken parmesan. Oh and can you bring a bottle of wine as well, you know what I like."
 
  "Alright Ms. Hudgins. Now what will the gentleman have for tonight?"
 
  "I guess I'll have a small bowl of minestrone soup with breadsticks. What's the special for today?"
 
  "The special for today is our signature "Voreau de Uyum" sponsored by Ms. Hudgins company. It's said to bring out the predator in anyone. It's quite expensive though, are you sure?"
 
I looked over to Catherine, she nodded and covered her mouth to avoid giggling again. I grinned and told her I wanted it.
 
  "Alright if that's all I'll be back in a jiffy!" Our waitress spoke and off she went, speeding to the back barking our orders to the kitchen staff.
 
  "Certainly a man of taste aren't you?" Catherine asked me.
 
  "What do mean?" I replied.
 
  "Not many can stomach as much food as the special you just ordered. It usually takes me quite awhile to finish myself. Though you should be fine, if a bit stuffed at the end."
 
  "Really? How much food do they bring out?"
 
  "It'll fill this you up that's for sure. You're lucky I'm paying for it and that I didn't have lunch today. I'll help you out."
 
  I stared back at her, a questioning look on my face. Confused as to what she meant exactly. How much food truly is this special?
 
  Soon our food arrived, and boy was I surprised. All that came was her meal and my bowl of minestrone and breadsticks. I asked the waitress when the rest of my meal would arrive; she told me it should be finished shortly. A few minutes later, it arrived. It-it was just a medium bowl of spaghetti?
 
  "This is it? A bowl of spaghetti? Okay.."
 
  "Would you rather switch meals?- I don't mind eating spaghetti if you don't want it."
 
  "No no, it's fine, I'm just wondering what's so special about it."
 
  "Trust me, it's really good. You'll love what it does for your body, cause it has an entirely different effect for men than it does for women. I only have it every once in awhile though."
 
  Cryptic messages aside, we ate and talked about our work, casual things like that, I almost made her snort out some of her wine at one point. Eventually it got late and she wanted to head home. She had already paid for the meal. That and I had just finished my spaghetti soon as we left.
 
  Driving to her home on 2759 Sunkiss Dr. I helped her out of my truck and walked her to the front door, she was stumbling all the way. I felt strange. Blaming it on the wine, I looked over at Catherine. Her face was flushed completely, way too much wine it seems.
 
  As I got her keys from her purse, a paper slipped out of her purse, I picked it up and stuffed it in my pocket quickly incase Catherine started falling over. Eventually I helped her to her king sized bed where she proceeded to pass out. With that done, I walked out of the room and took out the paper in my pocket. I couldn't read it very well, so I went to the living room and turned on the light. As I sat down on her couch to read, I was shocked, it talked about a secret experiment to reduce the over burdening population of the world by exposing portions of the human population to a chemical virus that allowed them too.. 'Consume other humans and creatures whole within one's body for consumption and subsequent absorption as well as the ability to store others inside them indefinitely. Turning a portion of the human race into predators.' What the hell is this? Is this for real? As I read more, I thought back to the special I ordered back at the restaurant. It had a similar name to the project this paper entailed. "To bring out the predator in everyone." Had she planned this?- To make me into some monster that can eat other people? I felt sick to my stomach.
Yet, for some sick reason, as I thought about it, I was getting a hard on. Swallowing others down whole, one after another, someone pushing me over, causing me to fall and sit on someone else, accidently sending them up my back way, their body pressing on my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through me that forces me to full mast.
The dream then progressed, an image of Bethany, the rude bitch that tortured Catherine, was giving me a blowjob for some reason. I grabbed her head, pulled it off mine, allowing myself to grow larger, my massive member growing larger than Bethany herself Before I shoved her head into my urethra, her struggling all the way down my mast, giving me immense amounts of pleasure, barely holding myself from cumming as she makes her way down. Luckily she had recently gotten a manicure, or her nails would've hurt more than they should've. Eventually she would get deposited into my sack. Forced to stay inside my sack as long as I wanted her to. Her struggles pleasure as she was forced to stay above the massive amount of cum. Eventually she would get hungry, forced to consume some of my seed. She became addicted immediately. Soon her addiction to it becoming rampant, unable to live without me, my very own cock slave. Completely submissive and unable to leave unless I felt like it. For some reason I took pleasure in these thoughts. What's wrong with me?- Why am I having these thoughts?
  By time I calmed down it was already midnight and I was still sitting there thinking all those strange, erotic thoughts. My mind somewhat broken by the news, the virus likely numbing me, making me believe that what I would be able to do was normal.
 
  "I knew you'd figure it out sooner or later." I heard a slurred voice say from behind me.
 
  Catherine. She could explain this.
 
  "Catherine. Please, explain all this to me. I'm a bit melted down right now."
 
  I sat there, unable to comprehend whatever it was that I had just read.
 
  "What am I going to become?" I asked.
 
  "Well, to put it simply, you may or may not be a predator now. Someone who can consume or store others within them without much physical repercussion. I made two different versions of the virus. One for females and one for males. The female version took extremely longer to make than the Male version. However, as you can see, the results were worth it."
 
  "So, I can do things now that pretty much nobody else can do now?"
 
  "Technically, yes. You're currently the only male who has been subjected to the virus, and I the only female. Though it's unknown when you'll show signs of the virus affecting you."
 
  "Oh.."
 
  "I understand it's probably a lot to take in right now, for now, come with me."
 
I got up from the couch, leaving the paper on it, I followed her, I was still completely stunned. I only realized she had led me to her bedroom after I was on the bed and laying down. She went into the attached master bathroom. Where I assume she stripped out of clothes, her heels were already by the bedroom door. When she returned, my jaw dropped. She, was gorgeous, her breasts massive as they hung in front of my face after she crawled seductively over the bed, a beast stalking its prey. She never lost eye contact with me. She slowly undid my jacket, one, button, at a time, then she untied the loops of my tie, finally the buttons of my button-up, down until she found my belt. Unbuckling it, she undid the bottom of my dress pants, and unzipped my fly. As she did, my mast grew, it felt unnaturally large, the vision swimming as I felt my brain rewiring itself. Changing me in ways I had yet to imagine. She yanked my pants, underwear, and belt all off in one fell motion. Freeing Frankenstein's monster, it was 15 inches long at this point, and at least 2-4 inches at most in width. I have no idea how big it was by the end of the night.
She lifted my monster straight up, it slightly diminishing as some of my blood came back to me. She then speared herself on me raw, screaming out at the top of her lungs, "OH YES!" She rode me for a solid 30 minutes non-stop, God knows how many orgasms she had, at one point she blacked out for a few minutes on top of me. I remember an odd fire overtaking me around when she blacked out. Spurring me to do what I did next. She woke up after I had already switched positions with her. My mind overridden by lust and pleasure. I played with her huge breasts, rolling them like dough in my hands, sensually playing with her nipples, electricity lighting her body. I began a series of slower thrusts into her, taking my time. She moaned, biting her lip, enjoying the sensual feeling of being toyed with. I kissed her on the neck, on the lips, our tongues danced a sweet serenade. I speed up my thrusts, her moans getting louder and louder as I thrust deeper and faster. I could feel my dick still growing to fill her entirely with each thrust, the feeling of her vagina flexing to try and squeeze my member, attempting to tighten with each subsequent orgasm. Her nails digging into my back. I whispered in her ear sweetness and honey.
After her seventh orgasm, she wanted to try something different. We switched positions. Her body, hanging over mine, mine lain flat across the bed. Now that she was on top, she turned around so her ass was at my face and hers at my dick. I knew what she wanted. She looked down between her two massive milk jugs and asked if I was ready. I told her I was. She dropped her ass on my face. Her bottom covered the entire upper half of my body, I spread her labia, sticking my long, moist tongue into her, her vagina still somewhat stretched after my monstrous snake had pounded it. She began on her end by fitting my massive head into her mouth, it’s sheer size forcing her to stretch her mouth wide. My head and some of my length cascaded into her mouth with an audible pop, her saliva and juices from before acting like lube. Her teeth grazed only for a moment, the slight pain I felt immediately overwhelmed by the greater pleasure I felt as she swallowed my member whole, making her way down to the hilt, the taste she told me later was like mint and sweet honey.
It was amazing.. the feeling of her esophagus pulsating around my member bringing me to my first unnatural orgasm of the night. I swear I can still feel the aftershocks as gallon after gallon pumped through me. I could feel her stomach ballooning on and over my midsection, a fantasy of mine fulfilled. She wanted more. To gode a second filling, she thrust her tongue inside my monster, lapping up anything leftover from my first orgasm before probing for g-spots, and boy did she find them. The feeling of her pulsating esophagus, as well as inhuman dexterity of her tongue inside me, forced a second orgasm out of me. I could feel the roiling sloshing as cum firehosed into her stomach, ballooning it further out, lifting her somewhat off of me as her stomach forced her rise. She then leaned back, pressing her full weight on me as she pulled off my length, my face went completely inside her love tunnel. My hands still squeezing every inch of succulent ass flesh that I could. I brought her orgasm after orgasm as my tongue reached every inch and crevice of her inner walls, lightning pleasure racked her body, unable to move from atop me due to an unending, unyielding tide of pleasure.
She got off me when rational thought returned to her, and rolled off me. Though she had some trouble, which prompted me to say some stupid pun. Thus she decided to punish me for. Note; my cock at this point was massive, nearly half a yard in length. She turned besides me, a malicious look in her eyes, her lips locked with mine, distracting me before she stuck her arm down my urethra, putting pressure on a massive area of sensitive flesh, bringing me to immediate orgasm. My eyes started pleadingly into hers, she was only just getting started it seems.
As cum attempted to hose out, it couldn't. It had nowhere to go, so it went back with my balls. Yet they kept producing more cum, so began a torture wheel of pain as my balls rapidly filled, as orgasm after orgasm filled them larger and larger. Release. As cum came roaring, a dragon’s fury unleashed. She pulled her arm out of my cock and took my dragon up her ass, riding me reverse cowgirl style. All my pent up spunk released into her, her already massive stomach now utterly monstrous, she could barely move after I finished. She attempted to stand up, only to maneuver herself so she could plant herself atop me again. Then drop. This time however, it wasn't just my tongue that entered her. Somehow, she pulled my head into her, then with a little work, my shoulders. I squirmed like hell at that point, giving her another orgasm, causing a foot of me to rapidly be pulled inside. I stopped for a moment as I felt this, then I grinned and thrashed around like mad. She screamed bloody murder as a massive orgasm racked her brain, unable to move an inch as she rode through wave after wave of pleasure, every fiber of her being clenched tight. Forcing me against her cervix, my head popping through, then my shoulders and the rest of my body in one massive go. When I was fully inside I heard say through hoarse breath and reverberations around me, "I.. I love you. Now, squirm."
I moved as well as I could, rolling around and pushing where I could, thrusting here and there, she screamed my name again and again. I kept going until I felt her pass out completely.
 
"Goodnight Catherine, I love you."