Chapter 1

Dani’s Diary

I'm not certain why I still keep this diary. Whether or not spending some of my allotted rest period to maintain a record, a memory of the time before... Before everything changed. When there was anything other than Her.

Maybe it's to keep some semblance of independence. To have something that's just my own, outside of Her influence, Her Control.

And yet, when I scan through these pages, what I wrote when, first, my world, and then, everyone else's, started changing, all I can seem to write about is Her. She fills my head, consumes my thoughts, as if, not content with just Her physical growth, She has to fill everything else, as well. That She needs to spread and grow and fill up my thoughts, the same way that She fills up everything else…

I shouldn't complain. I have a privileged place in this strange new world. Chosen to be directly by Her side, to have the honor of intimately serving her. I couldn’t imagine a greater distinction, something more important than being able to fulfill Her desires on such an intimate level.

The alarm hasn’t buzzed yet, but I know it’s only a second or two until it does. Quietly whispering a prayer of thanks for Her generosity, I gratefully finish the last few pieces of raw carrots and celery and chug the last drop of my protein-sludge, and spring up to oversee the preparations of Her breakfast.

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Year A.E. 1

The winch whirred alarmingly as it strained to lift its burden; I could see sparks fly as the heavy chains were stripped as they were pulled too fast through the mechanism.

The man operating the winch wiped sweat from his forehead and gave up on the attempt as the machine whined in agony trying to support its burden. He switched it off.

"It's just too heavy for the engine. We could get something with a bit more horsepower, but that'd require getting under for access to install the new cables. We could probably manage that without waking her up, but..."

I sighed in frustration. On the one hand, she'd made her wishes clear: she wanted to be at the restaurant before she woke up. On the other, installing the new winch mechanism ran the risk of waking her up in and of itself- and she tended to be upset if she didn't get her full sixteen hours.

My train of thought as I tried to weigh which option would please Her more was interrupted by a boom, and then a noise that sounded like a cement mixer. Two years of intimate proximity to Her digestive system- I knew its needs better than I knew my own- meant I was prepared for what that sound signaled. Her body was demanding solid food. She'd be waking up soon.

I gestured to the operator. She didn't care for her servants to have idle time, so the young man was busying himself peeling and breading shrimp for Her lunch. He caught my signal and increased the flow from the keg to the tube.

Erica no longer stopped eating. Ever.

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She had started getting too hungry in the middle of the night and when She woke up. Having food on hand, ready for Her when she snapped to wakefulness, hadn't been sufficient- the sheer, overwhelming hunger she experienced when she went without eating was bad enough, and it took her several hours of massive consumption before she could begin to actually enjoy it, rather than just being blinded by hunger. Combined with how She viewed time spent not gaining as wasted meant that Erica was finding sleep increasingly intolerable.

I'd been working on a deal- licensing her name and likeness for a fashion company- when She summoned me, the electric collar around my neck vibrating that I was wanted. I mentally thanked Her for being generous and thoughtful enough to only use the vibration setting, instead of the full shock. My office doubled as storage for Her dirty clothes to be sent to the laundry downstairs, so I carefully navigated past the massive heaps of linens, towels, and Her custom tailored panties- an item of clothing large enough for me to use them as a sleeping bag- and jogged into Her bed chambers.

She'd been eating ribs. Kneeling to Her right side, one of her 'volunteers' was feeding Her, lowering a pork rib at a time between Her enormous lips, holding it long ways. The rib would disappear down Her practiced throat, She'd strip the meat off it, and swallow, the process taking maybe fifteen seconds per rib. Every fifth or sixth rib, Her feeder would tilt a pitcher towards Her mouth, and she'd guzzle down massive gulps of brown sugar-based barbeque sauce.

Her eyes were closed as She drifted in the profound ecstasy of her existence, slurping up whatever was placed in front of Her. Consuming. Growing.

I knelt in front of Her, awaiting her attention. When She was caught up in a feeding frenzy, She could lose track of time pretty easily. Another one of Her feeding staff was rushing from the direction of the west kitchen, pushing a cart laden with a massive aluminum tray of macaroni and cheese, a second of baked beans, a third of coleslaw… Of course, if She was eating barbeque, She'd want the sides.

She belched, directly in Her feeder's face, and opened her eyes, taking in the room, gesturing for her feeder to pause momentarily.

I was always momentarily surprised that Her voice hadn't changed- it was still slightly high-pitched, girlish, giggily. It felt increasingly strange hearing it from her monstrous body.

She flashed her eyes to Her left. Another of Her servants rushed forward and began feeding Her edibles.

You'd be surprised by how much weed it takes to keep a one-ton woman high.

She swallowed the entire package of gummies in a few moments, sighed in pleasure, and then turned Her attention to me.

"Dani. I'm a little disappointed in you. And kind of shocked by your ingratitude."

"Ma'am?"< br>
She paused as she farted massively, the sheer force of her digestive system causing the mass of her body to jiggle. The two volunteers behind her, constantly massaging her gigantic, milky ass cheeks, didn't even slow from their work as the elephantine flatulence escaped from her.

"I thought maybe you'd take some initiative. Figure out how to make yourself useful. But I guess I have to do this myself, too." One of her servants used the short break from her feeding to quickly wipe down her face from the barbeque sauce.

"Massage my belly," She commanded. I quickly rose to my feet and removed my clothes. Walking to her left side, I stepped onto the bed, and then carefully lowered myself onto her belly. The vast sea of Her stomach was large enough for my entire body to rest upon. I found a spot of Her flab that should be above Her stomach, and dutifully began caressing.

Her feeder to Her left placed a stick of butter near her gargantuan lips. She swallowed the entire length of it without pausing.

"I need you to-," She paused to belch. "To really focus on your job. I give you a lot of independence and support, and I expect you to come through for me."

I nodded as I kneaded the enormous rolls of her stomach.

"Put together a group," she said, through mouthfuls of pulled pork slathered in barbeque sauce and mayo-heavy coleslaw. "Pick experts- communication, biology, chemistry, labor consultants, whatever- and their focus is ME." She paused to pass gas again. I could feel the rumbling throughout the mass of fat I laid upon.

She licked her lips, her eyes starting to get glassy. Erica experienced such skillful and frequent manipulation of her clitoris and vagina that she was almost always on the verge of orgasm. What really got her these days- what really pushed her over the top from her 'average' orgasms- was the context. And thinking about new ways that people could serve her was a guaranteed way to get her going. I guess when you have everything you could ever dream of wanting, the only way to improve is for others to have even less.