“Hello! Mind if we come in?”
 
The classroom the director and his film crew had walked into was essentially empty; after school hours, you weren’t likely to find any students still hanging around their classrooms.
 
You were likely to find teachers, though, which is exactly what the director was looking for: Miss Xinyue Zi, a teacher notorious across the country as a sexual deviant and a ruthless predator, currently grading some papers as she sat at her desk.
 
“Come back later.”, the teacher called out without looking up from her desk.
“I busy.”
 
“Oh, no; this’ll only take a second!”
 
“What the- Who let you all in here?!”, barked the teacher, her thick accent now beginning to
“I told you to get out!”
 
“We ran it by the principal.”, the director explained.
“We asked if we could do an interview with you and she said it was alright…”
 
The director’s attempt at an explanation did little to stop Zi’s incredibly anger toward the sudden crowd she had in her room, getting up from her desk and giving the film crew an excellent view of her gorgeous body as she straightened what appeared to be a rolled-up whip in her hand.
 
“You think I care what that red head BITCH said?!”, the teacher barked through gritted teeth.
“I tell you to get out, you get out!”
 
Before anyone on the film crew could muster up a response to the incredible sight of the beautiful yet angry teacher, muffled whimpers could be heard coming from behind Zi’s desk; something that Zi DEFINITELY didn’t take kindly to.
 
“Shut up!”, Zi yelled down underneath her as she cracked a whip she held behind the desk, causing the film crew to take a couple steps back out of surprise.
“Stop crying or I make your detention permanent!”
 
Not entirely sure what that was, the director knew, for sure, he had picked the perfect person for his next interview.
 
“Do you usually carry a whip with you?”
 
“Yes.”, Zi replied casually as she rolled the whip back up.
“Helps me get people’s attention, especially when they’re under my ass like that one over there.”
 
“I see…”, said the director.
“So… would you mind if we did an interview?”
 
“Fine!”, Zi said with a groan.
“Just make it quick; I’m a VERY busy woman…”
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Interview:
Xinyue Zi, 41, Predator
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Now out from behind her desk, the director and his crew got a much better look at the rather intimidating predator.
 
A far cry from the usual outfit a teacher might have on, Zi’s torso was wrapped tight in a black leather corset tied up in front of her, showing off a copious amount of cleavage as well as a hanzi tattoo that adorned her bare left shoulder. Matching the corset were black leather gloves that ran up nearly to her elbows and black high heels that squeezed themselves around her thick thighs and definitely helped the teacher reach some additional height in spite of her rather short stature.
 
Not only was her outfit rather… unusual for daywear, but her choice of seat was also rather peculiar.
 
Instead of a chair, Zi sat with her giant ass planted firmly on top of the face of a girl, her arms and legs tied up behind her as her knees dug into the floor from the immense weight of the rather short predator pushing her downwards.
 
“Is she fine?”
 
“I got her tied up.”, replied Zi.
“She not going anywhere.”
 
“Right…”, the director continued.
“So! Miss, uh… Shinway? Kinway?”
 
“Zi.”, the teacher replied matter-of-factly.
“And is pronounced Schinyueh.”
 
“Right…”, the director said dejectedly, turning back to their clipboard for questions.
“So Miss Zi; you seem to break a lot of the stereotypes people have with high school teachers; you seem incredibly authoritative with your students, like you seeming to “own” them, as you’re doing right now. How does a woman like you wind up teaching high school?”
 
“Easy work.”, Zi replied.
“Took a few years to get a teaching degree here in America, and I’ve been coasting
 
“And I assume you fell into sex work the same way?”
 
Zi simply nodded in agreement as she took a casual smoke of her cigarette.
 
“Besides your sex work, do you have any other hobbies outside of school?”
 
“What you want me to say? Scrapbooking? Taking pictures of pretty little birds in the park or something?”, Zi said snidely.
“Both sex and school is full time job for me; I don’t work on no “free time”.”
 
“Does that make your sex work sort of bleed into your school work a bit or vice versa?”
 
“Yes.”, the teacher replied.
 
“Does this ever create some kind of a negative combination of both worlds?”
 
“Never.”, Zi replied bluntly.
 
“Never? What makes you say that?”
 
“Well, I work both jobs the same way.”, Zi said with another long puff of her cigarette.
“I work at the school, I own the students. I work on the town, I own my clients. I the boss one hundred percent of the time; anyone else is my bitch no matter where I go. I make sure I put them to work working for ME, like this one.”
 
“Do you… PUNISH your students in the same way you would your clients?”
 
“Only if they eighteen.”, Zi explained.
“Students get stupid when they at that legal age; make a lot more mistakes. They also get to thinking they can get away with those mistakes a lot easier because I’d go easy on them.”
 
“And do you go easy on them?”
 
“What do you think?”, Zi asked back, leaning forward for emphasis.
“I go hard on these kids because life’s hard. If I don’t eat them, some other fat bitch is just going to have them all for themselves once they get out of this school; on the ones that DO pass, I tend to… leave an impression.”
 
“Right… So, in that case, would you say that you trick most of your prey into being eaten?”
 
“What you mean “trick”?”, the teacher asked judgingly.
 
“I mean, uh…”
 
“I don’t trick anybody.”, Zi interrupted.
“They know what they are getting from me when they walk into this classroom! If they can’t handle me, then they don’t DESERVE to know everything.”
 
“Was the girl you’re sitting on right now…”
 
“Willing?”, Zi said before thinking for a moment.
“At first. She come up to me after school yesterday, tell me that she failing my class; I offer her some extra credit and she took it.”
 
“Is this that extra credit?”
 
“No.”, Zi replied.
“I drive her back to my house and the whole time, she’s staring at my body. When we get to my house, I pull her head in and give her a big kiss; tell her that her homework is gonna be “extra special”. That just fucking DESTROYED her; had chills running down her back and all that. I didn’t have to play dumb after that; from then on, I used her as my plaything. I knew she was mine.”
 
“What did you two do once you got inside?”
 
“That’s between ME and the stool I’m using.”, Zi said as she kicked her heel into her student’s side, causing them to flinch in pain while trying very hard to maintain their position.
“All you need to know is SHE is beneath ME, and that’s all that matters.”
 
“Right… but you DO get people willing to be swallowed by you, correct?”
 
“Yes, but only when I feel like it.”, explained the teacher.
“They like to look at me through the window or when I’m walking down the hall. Boys and girls jamming their hand down their pants because they can’t STAND to look at me; I’m too much for them.”
 
“Do you find that… endearing?”
 
“I don’t care.”
“There’s too many of them for me to think about one for more than a minute after I see them. I just grab one whenever I’m hungry and just let the rest all stare at me, wishing it was them
 
“Where is it you find so many people willing to be, uh… owned by you?”
 
“I had a one student, she show me this app called Gurglr; I post pictures and a bunch of freaks start asking me to eat them. Not just at the school but all over town. Here…”
 
At that, Zi handed her phone over to the director, showing what appeared to be her Gurglr profile; a steamy photo taken of her from behind, her legs resting in a rather ornate bath as her seemingly nude body (complete with a complex tattoo placed perfectly above her massive ass) sat on display for all to see.
 
Above the picture laid what appeared to be a counter for the number of matches on Zi’s profile; already maxed out at “99+”, Zi’s phone was still getting notifications of matches, with one popping in atop her screen in the few moments the director was looking at it.
 
“You seem pretty popular!”
 
“Mm-hmm…”, Zi replied, nodding along.
 
“Is this that girl?”, the director asked, pointing to the girl currently being used as a chair.
“The one that showed you this app?”
 
“No, I ate her few months ago.”, Zi said, taking her phone back for a few moments only to hand it back once it was on a different page.
“This the one that’s under my ass right now.”
 
Zi handed the phone back to the director, showing a photo of a blue-eyed, curly-haired, brace-faced girl simply named “Darla”.
 
“Nice looking girl.”
 
“Yeah…”, Zi replied coldly as she took her phone back and began scrolling through it again to look for more prey.
“Her face make a better chair than she does a class President; I not gonna be using her for very long.”
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Interview:
Summer Walker, 18, Student
Michelle Cooper, 18, Student
&
Angela Morrison, 18, Student
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
“Do any of you have any personal experience dealing with Miss Zi?”
 
“She’s my math teacher this year.”, replied Michelle.
 
“She’s mine, too.”, Summer said.
 
Angela didn’t immediately answer, instead choosing to nod in agreement with the other two.
 
“Would you say most people on campus have had some kind of similar experience?”
 
The three girls looked between each other for a moment, before all nodding in agreement.
 
“Why is that?”
 
“She has, like, a presence that she brings into any room that she’s in.”, Angela explained.
“Whenever she’s walking down the hallways, everyone always just makes way for her. She likes having that kind of impression on people… at least I THINK she does…”
 
“Do you know that she’s a predator?”
 
“She’s told us.”, Summer replied.
“She tells everybody.”
 
“Really?”
 
“Yeah; I guess that’s kinda why people avoid her.”, Angela explained.
“She’ll be all like “one more word out of you and I’m gonna have you DIGESTED! Principal won’t know NOTHING!” and all that.”
 
“And does she do it? Have any of you SEEN her eat somebody?”
 
Once again, all three girls nodded quietly in agreement.
 
“There was this one time, we were taking a test and she just slapped, like, her little whip down on some guys desk and just starts yelling at him about something he was doing wrong. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him up out of his chair just to yell at him some and then swallowed him before he had the chance to say anything!”
 
“Oh, boy…”
 
“Yeah…”, Summer continued.
“She was all like, “I’m gonna make this slow, just for you and for anyone else who feels like messing up in my class!””
 
“Wow…”
 
“Yeah…”, said Summer, to which the other two nodded in agreement once more.
 
“It seems like it’s a bit hard for someone to, uh… crack through Miss Zi’s shell, so to speak; how does one go about getting through to Miss Zi?”
 
“You don’t.”, Angela blurted out.
 
“Really?”
 
“Well, WE’VE never seen it.”, Summer explained.
 
“Yeah, she’s just kind of a bitch to everybody.”, followed Michelle.
 
“Just follow the rules she tells you to and you should be alright.”, Angela continued.
 
“Is that so?”
 
“Yeah! Like, we should be fine!”, Angela finished cheerily, much to the apparent dismay of her two “friends”.
 
~~~Two hours later…~~~
 
“Do most of your meals involve this many toys?”
 
“No.”, Zi said as she took another cigarette out of the pack and smoked it.
“I’m only using this many to show off for your cameras; give you something to look at.”
 
Zi was right; she had gone and created quite the display with the help of three of her lovely students, who now laid on the floor blindfolded and gagged, their hands and feet tied behind them as rope was tied around their necks and ankles, making all three look like some kind of twisted version of the teacher’s favorite toy.
 
Anal beads; squirming, incredibly frightened anal beads.
 
“How much would you say you spend on these sex toys a month?”
 
“Not much.”, Zi said as she got down on all fours, readying herself to ingest her captive prey.
“I got some man I fuck back East; I meet him long time ago yet he keep sending me toys in the mail.”
 
“I assume not THESE kinds of toys?”
 
“No, not from him.”, replied the predator.
“I either get my prey live or from store I visit every so often; they’re the ones with the prey girls stuck inside of them. Very fun, those ones.”
 
“Is that legal?”
 
“You don’t need to know that.”, Zi replied sternly as, with one clench of her anal muscles, the rope of girls quickly began disappearing inside of her, the first girl’s head now wedged between the teacher’s bubbly ass cheeks.
 
“I see… Well, we had a couple of follow-up questions that don’t exactly pertain to your, uh… diet, if you’d like to answer them.”
 
“Go ahead.”, Zi said as she practically inhaled Summer, leaving only her still squirming feet out in the open while causing the next girl in line to squirm even harder against her bindings to little success.
 
“Okay; what was your childhood like?”
 
“Nah.”, Zi said, casually stretching her arms above her head as Michelle was pulled into her, her form stretching out Zi’s midsection as her legs still tried to wiggle themselves free.
“Give me a good one.”
 
“Alright… Heh; how would you describe your sex life?”
 
“More active than you.”, Zi said with her hands on her hips.
“Pick a hard one.”
 
The teacher’s quip obviously caught the director off-guard, with the giggles amongst his crew distracting him from his sheet of questions; instead, something else caught his eye.
 
“Does, uh… THIS kinda thing happen often?”
 
Intrigued, Zi looked behind her, only to find that the last girl on the rope had gotten her hands free; instead of freeing herself, however, the young girl was furiously grinding her hand into her private area, obviously turned on by the situation she was in at the moment.
 
Zi, of course, wasn’t very surprised. She knew that she attracted all kinds of pervs with her voluptuous body and commanding attitude; like she said before, she was in no shortage of boys and girls ready and willing to become her next snack. She might’ve laughed at this one jilling off in the face of such immediate danger if it weren’t so pathetic.
 
Or if she cared, which she VERY MUCH didn’t.
 
“I get a few sluts who are into it, but it don’t matter, really.”, Zi said as she made one final clench of her anal muscles, pulling Angela deeper inside of her, only causing the young girl to masturbate harder and faster as best she could with her top half lodged within another woman’s intestines.
“I eat them just the same.”
 
At that, Zi stretched and sent the last of her toys snaking through her intestines, inflating her already massive stomach to almost twice her size once they’d joined their comrades.
 
“Now, how long does it usually take for you to digest your meals?”
 
“I keep them in there for as long as I want.”, Zi said as she rubbed her hands over her swollen gut.
“Once they in me, I got total control over they little lives. Watch this.”
 
At that, Zi reached over to her desk, pulling a smaller horse whip off of the top of some papers. From there, she ran its leather tip atop her squirming stomach for a moment before reaching behind herself and patting herself on the ass with the tool, soon sending the sound of a-
 
*SNAP*
 
-through the room as she snapped her fingers.
 
The film crew gasped in amazement as the squirming from her prey stopped completely as Summer, Angela and Michelle became nothing but bubbling sludge in their teacher’s gut and rushed out out of her stomach completely, causing the inflated organ to shrink exponentially and Zi’s ass to expand just as dramatically.
 
Bigger and bigger, her ass became, each fatty cheek beginning to mold around the teacher’s legs as pound after pound of prey pudge filled Zi’s lower half, widening her hips and thickening her thighs to an absurd level until her stomach returned to its previously flat state, leaving Zi with an ass nearly twice the size it had been before (which certainly wasn't small in the first place).
 
“That’s incredible!”
 
“It’s nothing.”, Zi said as she got up from the floor, her mountainous ass wobbling like jello with every minute movement she made.
 
“Have you ever timed it?”
 
“Don’t care, really.”, replied Zi, running her fingers across her horse whip as she sauntered back to her very nervous-looking “chair”.
“They give me a fat ass and the bitches get punished; that all I care about.”
 
At that, Zi sat down on top of her “chair”, who let loose a muffled scream as the IMMENSE increase in ass meat came down on top of her head, ramming her body directly between the two globular cheeks and snaking through the predator’s intestines until Miss Zi fell to the ground, taking everything but the girl’s legs firmly inside of her.
 
“Ugh…”, the teacher groaned as she ran her hand over her bloated stomach.
“Damn chair slut; hope she got a good view, leaving me without a place to sit down.”
 
“I’m guessing you go through a lot of chairs at that size?”
 
“Chairs like her, yes.”, Zi said as she lit another cigarette
“Excuse me one moment; I got to go talk with the principal about this “interview” of ours…”
 
At that, Zi walked off, nonchalantly sucking in Darla’s legs as she walked out the door and towards the principal’s office.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ten minutes later…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Ten minutes later and Zi was back from the office, her stomach bloated with what looked to be the bony remains of the principal (must’ve wanted her digested slower for some reason).
 
Since her previous “chair” was no longer usable, the film crew took it upon themselves to scrounge up two chairs of their own for the teacher to sit on, one chair for each massive butt cheek; even with the additional support, Zi’s hips still lingered dangerously close to the edges of both chairs, truly putting her ridiculous proportions into perspective for the rest of the crew.
 
“Is an outfit like that hard to wear?”
 
“Like this?”, Zi asked with a grab of her top.
“Oh, it’s nothing! I switch them out, I get them washed by my- *hic* -by my students; it’s a nice outfit, don’t you think?”
 
The director noticed that Zi seemed a lot... tipsier once she’d gotten back from her “talk” with the principal; perhaps it had something to do with the gurgling mass of a stomach that sat in Zi’s lap. The last time the film crew had seen the red-headed Principal Booth, she was sneaking a quick drink of wine behind her desk; perhaps, if the principal DID meet a rather slow and painful demise at the hands of Zi, the alcohol in HER system had gotten into Zi’s.
 
“Mm-hmm.”, Zi nodded.
“I keep all this under the sweatshirt and sweatpants I got over there, least till I comfortable enough to show off what I got underneath.”
 
“And when do you take OFF the first layer to show off all that leather?”
 
“Every place I go.”, Zi explained nonchalantly.
“Helps me assert dominance.”
 
“Really? Hmm… But gosh: sweatshirt, sweatpants AND all that leather?! You don’t get hot wearing all that?”
 
“Not at all.”, Zi said before taking another long puff of her cigarette.
 
“Is the sweat scared of you, too?”
 
The director’s question elicited a single chuckle from Zi; the closest thing to a smile he’d gotten from the teacher the whole evening. Of course, she’d tried to hide her delight behind her hand, but one could tell she took a quip like that.
 
“I sweat when I LIKE to.”, said the teacher.
“I try to keep it- *hic* -under wraps cause I know some of my students are into that, so I don't want to give them anything they haven't EARNED yet."
 
“So it’s the same with the smoking, then; you only get all the diseases, like cancer and all that, if you give it your permission?”
 
“Yes!”, Zi replied with a grin on her face, barely holding back a chuckle before fanning herself as she took another smoke of her cigarette.
“I have never had a sick day. Never! Not once!
 
“More time for teaching?”
 
“Mmm… you could say that.”, Zi replied, a slight grin reappearing on her face before it disappeared.
 
“What would you say is the hardest part about being both a teacher AND a dominatrix?”
 
“Mmm… the parents.”, Zi said after some thought.
“It definitely the parents.”
 
“Do you have any examples?”
 
“I go out to the school baseball game every now and then. I don’t like the game, but I just like seeing all the students running around doing things; they like little ants, you know?", Zi said casually.
“I go there and EVERYBODY know me: the boys know me, the girls know me, their moms know me, their dads know me. I sit down in my seat and I can FEEL their eyes looking at me when I show up wearing my usual clothes, but there this one bitch that REALLY don't like me there."
 
"And why's that?"
 
“I show up to her house and swallow her son the week before.”, Zi said, straightening her thigh-highs.
 
“Oh, gosh…”
 
“He was failing my class!”, Zi exclaimed as she went to light another cigarette, tossing her now empty box into the trash can without looking.
“I offer him the extra credit, he take it, so I make him fat on my ass! It’s like that with every single student I have! She think hers is special just cause he’s hers; they always do that. Anyway, I taking off my sweatshirt, and this bitch and her daughter walk up to me and they take a BIG soda that they’re holding and dump it right on my head.”
 
“No!”
 
“Mm-hmm.”, Zi replied with another puff of her cigarette, flicking the used butt into the trash can as she reached to light another.
“They call me names and all that and then they leave.
 
“But I assume you weren’t FEELING the same as you looked?”
 
“Oh, I would have fucking destroyed them.”, Zi said matter-of-factly.
“Swallow the both of them right there at the game; make sure everyone see the look on they faces before I put them out of their misery.”
 
“Did you ever eat those two?”
 
“I follow the daughter home after school, like, a week later.”, explained the teacher.
“The mother comes in just in time to see me slurping down her ratty little pigtail!”
 
“How did that go?”
 
“She starts yelling at me like “You bitch!” then, as she walks toward me, I go take her leg and bring her down to the floor.”, Zi explained.
“I get up and I sit on her face, telling her all about her daughter and how she’s gonna be nothing but my ass, and how I am not going to remember her face cause I eat worthless bitches like her every day; the usual stuff.”
 
“How did she take it?”
 
“Oh, she just started crying and all that.”
“Started begging up to me like, “Please! Please don’t do this! It hurts so much!” and all the shit that prey girls say when you rough them up even a little bit-“
 
“Did you physically hurt her?”
 
“I think I knocked out her tooth when I came down on her face.”, Zi wondered.
“I don’t remember; all I know is that her whiny ass was melting alongside her daughter, like, two minutes after she got home.”
 
“Did this person have a husband or someone else in the house?”
 
“She had a husband; I fuck him once and then I swallow him, too.”, stated Zi.
“The sex wasn’t bad. I had this bitch churning in my stomach while I was riding him; I let out a bit of gas and this girl’s panties come out of my throat and on top of his face. He was a REAL fucking freak, as per usual with the husbands around here…”
 
“Sounds like you had fun; why did you eat him?”
 
“I didn’t need him calling for some “free hook-up” later like the fuck boys I leave alive always do…”
 
“I see… Do you get a lot of repeat customers out of the parents?”
 
“Eh, not really.”, Zi said bluntly.
“No one feels like talking to me much after I eat their kid, so they usually keep their distance; if they complain to me, I know it’s not going to be for a good reason, so I make sure to eat them before they even get the chance.”
 
“My… You really do seem like something of a home-wrecker…”
 
“I prefer the term “widow-maker”, myself…”
 
“Well, it looks like we’re out of time; do you have anything you’d like to say before we wrap up?”
 
“Watch the grades your kids get in class!”, Zi said to the camera.
“Because this teacher has a knack for the TŪN, so you better be sure to TUNE up your students AND their grades, otherwise the "tūn" is going to mean a lot more than sex."
 
Zi ran her thumb across her shoulder tattoo for emphasis, much to the film crew’s silent confusion; the teacher let out a sigh.
 
“It means “swallow” in Mandarin…”, Zi explained, lighting her last cigarette as the film crew vocally admired their interviewee’s explanation.
 
What a burden, pred queens of old must’ve have; ruling over kingdoms filled with nothing but walking and talking piles of brainless meat.