The changing winds of the economy affected everyone. For programmer Jim Tudor
the new economy put him in a job he never thought he'd have. Jim worked for
Standard Technology for six years.

He was one of their lead programmers. When the downsizing began instead of
jumping ship Jim decided to take the companies offer and stay on the payroll at
a lesser position. Although the company had its problems Jim still enjoyed
working there.

His new job was software administrator. His current assignment was setting up
all the PC's in the billing department. For the first time in Jim's career he
had to answer to a female boss. He didn't mind this but it was something new and
different.

Programming was mostly a "boy's club", but he was now surrounded by women. Not
much of a "lady killer" this predicament was a nice change of pace. His new boss
was Rita Hart. They got along fine, but Jim was a bit intimidated by Rita. Not
only was she Jim's first female supervisor, she was an imposing figure in
person.

Jim only stood at 5'10" and weighed 165lbs. Rita on the other hand towered, in
at over six feet tall in her heels, and weighs in at around 300 pounds. Although
Ms. Hart isn't the typical picture of feminine beauty she is quite stunning.

With shoulder blade length chestnut brown hair and the same color eyes her face
is quite beautiful. She has creamy white skin that offsets her pouty red lips.
Jim was very taken with Rita, but never did anything above ogling. He especially
enjoyed looking at her over abundant bosom. As with every part of her, Rita's
breasts were quite exaggerated. Seeing them trapped in her business suit Jim
could only wonder where she buys bras big enough to buy.

As Jim's new assignment turned from weeks into months his attraction towards his
boss grew. He never led on to this for various reasons. The first of course is
the old rule of never mixing business with pleasure. The other was, although,
turned on by Rita, he was also somewhat afraid of her. This was due to the
physical differences. Jim just had this image of Rita that if she ever got mad
she would just beat the hell out of him.

Rita on the other hand became aware of Jim's glances. She enjoyed being admired.
Over time her skirts got shorter showing more of her big sculptured legs. On
occasion she would even leave an extra button or two undone on her blouse just
to see Jim try not to stare at her massive cleavage.

But she also knew Jim's weakness. She enjoys doing or saying certain little
things that make her employee squirm. Rita got a kick out of standing close to
Jim and seeing just how little he was compared to her.

Rita played up to Jim's attraction towards her. She liked Jim as a person and
his boyish good looks. But there were darker reasons as to why Rita was drawn
towards her new employee. Jim was about to become her next victim.

******

What Jim didn't realize was Rita Hart was not your typical boss. She wasn't even
your typical human. She is a Zaftig. Zaftig are considered "meta-humans". Very
little is known about their race.

What is known is that on the outward appearance they look just like anyone else.
All known encounters with Zaftig are that they take the shape of larger sized
people. In female form they are around six feet tall, and weight several hundred
pounds. They are very attractive and have tremendous feminine curves. Although
they look and act human, that is where the similarities end.

In order to survive and sustain themselves Zaftig feed upon humans. They do this
in an almost vampiric style. The style of a female Zaftig is through a very
sexual nature. Zaftig require actual muscle and fat from their victims. In male
"hosts" their semen is highly valued. Once their prey is chosen the body system
of the Zaftig kicks in.

Besides their ultra-woman physique Zaftig are able to emit their pheromones in a
large quantity. Their scent is released and is quickly absorbed in the host's
body. This causes a two-tier effect.

First it marks the victim. If other Zaftig encounter this person they will know
he is territory of another. The second effect is on a more personal note. The
victim becomes even more sexually aroused by the Zaftig presence. Not only that
but once in the body the Zaftig aroma acts as a toxin that confuses and weakens
its prey.

******

Late one night Ms. Hart called Jim into her office. Everyone else had gone home
early getting a jump on the weekend. The only ones left in the building were
worker and supervisor.

"Thank you for working late Jim. I know this is putting a crimp into your
weekend, but these reports needed finishing for Monday." Rita got up from her
desk and walked towards Jim. She was dressed in one piece knit sweater/skirt
that buttoned all the way down to her ankles. She walked by Jim and smiled down
upon him. All he could do was look up and stare into his bosses beautiful face
and admire the large bust that was contained in her sweater.

As she walked by Rita involuntary released her pheromones. Her sweet husky scent
slowly wafted out. She proceeded to the door and quietly locked it. Jim placed
the reports on her desk, turned and watched her.

From behind, Jim's admiring gaze went first to his boss's rear end. It was quite
shapely and large. It appeared as two perfect globes with no trace of underwear.
As Jim took in the sight his manly urges kicked into gear. He could feel his
manhood stir within his briefs. As his eyes wandered to his boss's wide broad
shoulders and muscular legs his penis ached for release.

Rita turned and slowly walked towards him. Mesmerized by the pronounced bounce
of her breasts Jim's mind started to cloud. He started to forget why he came
into the room. All he could concentrate on was the supple bulge Rita's stomach
made as she stopped short and placed her hands on her ample hips. "Jim, we need
to talk," cooed his supervisor as she smiled.

The mega-human's aroma started to take its desired affect. Rita could see the
confusion on Jim's face. She knew he was in the process of losing his strength.
She leaned back and sat on the edge of her desk. Anticipating the eventual sex
Rita looked directly down at the growing bulge between Jim's legs.

"It appears that ever since I became your boss your work has slackened off. It
seems that you are distracted by something." Jim's weakened mind whirred in
confusion. 'Why is my work being questioned? Why can't I think straight? Why do
I feel so weak?' All Jim could do was mumble a few words. Rita sensing how
vulnerable her prey was becoming, she came in for the kill. "Jim...little Jim,
what am I going to do with you? You and your enormous penis." Through a clouded
mind Jim tried to figure out what was going on.

'Little? My penis? What the hell is going on?' As Rita stood next to Jim she
started to unbutton her sweater. Inch upon inch of naked flesh came into view.
Jim became more and more entranced by this spectacle. With one hand the Zaftig
let her outfit drop to the floor. With her other hand she firmly gasped Jim's
chin and leaned down for a kiss. Without thought Jim's mouth opened full. His
eyes shot wide as he saw his boss naked.

God she's beautiful...and so big. She looks even bigger naked. The next thing
Jim realized was Rita was working on his belt and zipper. As his pants came open
he heard a slight tear.

Rita broke off the kiss and they looked down. Jim's scrotum and penis grew to
such proportions his underwear ripped open. Now fully exposed Jim gazed upon the
largest erection he has ever experienced. Rita sighed blissfully as her scent
successfully prepared her victim for the eventually coupling.

"Oh Jim, you're so big and hung. I like that." Jim couldn't believe what was
happening. Typically his penis was of average size. But now it hung well past
the two-hand hold length. "You're perfect," murmured the Zaftig as she smacked
her lips.

"What's going on? What's happening to me?' a now scared Jim Tudor asked.
Something was definitely wrong. A naked supervisor, his cock swelling to unheard
of size, it was too much. His head clouded, and the rest of his body weak.

"It's ok Jimmy, really" cooed Rita as she nuzzled his neck. "Hmmm, feel the size
of your balls. They're so big and full. You're going to serve me well. "What are
you talking about?" Jim whispered. So weak now he could barely vocalize. By the
time he finished his question his penis had surged again in size. It was now as
plump as a cucumber. His balls ballooned to the size of two apples.

"Jim there's something you should know about me," his boss lectured. "I'm a
Zaftig." Jim's eyes drew a blank. With a strong meaty hand Rita pushed Jim back
onto the desk. "Zaftig's seeks out a man's essence. Whether you want to or not
I'm going to funnel you strength into me. But don't fret. It's going to be done
in the most erotic way possible."

By this time Rita had crawled on top of Jim and proceeded to fondle. It was like
handling a zucchini. Her hand couldn't even reach around his shaft. "You see Jim
I can channel all your excess fat, muscle, and yes sperm into you giant balls."
She lightly padded the swollen sac. "While your cock grows and grows the rest of
you will shrink."

As unbelievable as this story might sound Jim knew she spoke the truth. Not only
did his cock take on equine-like dimensions he could feel himself shrink. He
felt his shoes fall off his feet as if they were too big. His legs now dangled
over the desk. His shirt felt two sizes too small.

Jim tried to fight these unnatural changes but the feelings were just too
sensual. Not only was he gazing up at the woman he fantasized for months on end,
but also she was now naked and about to impale herself on his meat.

Jim's clouded mind then sensed his now bludgeoning size cock. It felt like a
third thigh. His ball sac puffed out like a cantaloupe. He knew this was all
wrong, but the feelings were just too pleasurable to resist.

Rita could see her victim fighting her carnal intent. The struggle was written
all over his face. She lowered herself down to kiss him once again. "I know
you're frightened. I see your worry. But Jim, I promise to make you feel so much
better. Your cock feels so good." And with that she opened herself upon him.

Her womanly lips opened wide to accept the bulbous cock head. Her natural juices
started to drown his harden meat. Both gasped at the experience. Rita savagely
kissed her victim. It's been so long since the last feeding. As soon as their
tongues met Rita's ass came to rest on the great balls of her lover.

As she started to buck her hips she released another dose of pheromones. This
batch proved to be the most potent. It was the deepest rooted. As the air became
a sweet mixture of sex and predator desire Jim finally surrendered his fight.

"That's it lover, give yourself." Rita sensed Jim's change. "I want to feel your
release. You know you want to cum. Let it out." Rita continued to ride Jim to
orgasm. Feebly Jim tried to reach up and grab her honeydews of boob, but he was
just too weak to move his arms.

Seeing his need Rita half pouted, half giggled. "Poor baby...is this what you
want?" And with that she tilted forward and hovered her breasts over his face.
Jim's view was completely eclipsed by tit. Astonished he went slack jawed at the
over abundance. He was rewarded with Rita's giant left nipple. Rita purred as
her teat was mouthed. "That's it little one, 'who's your mistress?' " As Jim
slurped away Rita's long hair cascaded down around his face.

Rita alternated breasts to Jim's liking. Her inner muscles grasped the base of
Jim's cock. With one hand she reached behind her and started fondling his balls.
And with that Jim achieved orgasm. He groaned in climax. His back arched. The
last vestige of strength sped through his body. All his essence flooded out.
Unparalleled velocity and power coursed through his root and into the awaiting
body of the Zaftig.

As soon as Jim's nutrients exploded inside her, Rita stood up and howled in
ecstasy. The feeding was complete. The transfer so intoxicating it triggered an
orgasm that racked her whole body. As Rita knelt there in pleasure all Jim could
do in his near coma like state was stare at this feasting beauty.

He realized that most of his strength was indeed gone. He acknowledged the fact
that this creature somehow summoned his energy through his penis. His cock grew
to mythical proportions and delivered himself in her. He knew this wrong,
impossible, but it felt so good.

And now he was witnessing the results. He was in a very weakened state. But the
effects of the encounter produced just the opposite for his supervisor. As the
minutes passed subtle changes started to take place for Rita. Her body started
to flesh out even further. Muscles grew heavier and denser. The Zaftig's round
and pouty red lips filled out even further. The tint of her hair changed from a
chestnut hue to a darker brown. Even the length of her mane grew. Jim could feel
Rita's ass cheeks balloon across his thighs.

Her stomach took on a more rounded shape. And any sag her enormous breasts had
vanished as she blossomed into the next cup size. Rita cupped her bosom to feel
the newfound heaviness. She murmured in satisfaction as she touched her taunt
nipples. Finally the Zaftig shook her head. Her longer hair fell down her stout
back.

Basking in the glow of her feeding Rita eventually stood up on the desk. She
towered over Jim. Rocking on her heels Rita crouched down and flexed her arms
testing her burly biceps. She perched herself right over Jim's mouth.

To Jim point of view she appeared as an awakening goddess. Without thought Jim's
mouth went wide and he started to lap up the Zaftig's crotch. The creature had
taken more than her fair share of substance. Rita reached down and started to
diddle her clit. Not only would this trigger another orgasm, but also it would
reward Jim with the vitality he needed to live.

"That's it lover, keep licking. Now open wide." And with that Rita grunted in
bliss. Pleasure washed all over her as life giving fluid poured out of her and
back into her subject. "Yes" she screamed, "Drink it. Drink me to live. For you
are mine now."

The juice burned as it coursed down Jim's throat. That sensation was quickly
replaced by one of renewal. As Rita hopped off the desk, Jim started to gain
back some of his strength. "What just happened?" questioned Jim as he struggled
to sit up. Rita was slipping back into her dress. It was a bit snug, as it had
to accept her new dimensions.

Rita walked over and caressed Jim's cheek. His flesh tingled as he felt her soft
warm touch. "I own you know Jim. I've marked my territory. I shall be feasting
on you for a long time." As much as Jim tried to fight this he couldn't. He was
totally enthralled with this supervisor. And now that her power had coursed
through him he realized she was right. Her will was his now.

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