Poptart extinction

>She got her start young, doesn't quite remember why. but in kindergarten she took a nibble out of one of her classmates during recess
>But she does remember how his delicious flavor caused her to moan in delight and the strange feelings she wasn't yet old enough to understand
>She spent the next six months "sampling" every poptart in her year's kindergarten class and the next two years working her way through the rest of her elementary school before turning to stalking random young poptarts to feed her appetites
>Her middle and high schools were quickly depopulated of poptarts as she discovered a new way to hunt, the steady diet of pastry flesh and her active lifestyle had done wonders for her developing body, filling her out into a fit but curvy young woman with a thicc set of hips and ass and a pair of full, supple breasts
>With little more than a wink and a smile she manged to get countless young poptarts to follow her swaying hips to their doom
>After graduation her decision to go into nursing was merely a whim, her focus in pastry medicine was a bit of dark humor on her part, though it payed off when she became a maternity nurse for THE major pastry hospital
>Poptarts always preferred to cling together, rarely spreading preferring the feeling of safety in numbers, despite this they are overly trusting and easily deceived, allowing her to feast on the newborns shortly after birth then greedily devouring the new parents before they had a chance to realize what had happened
>Eventually she became a victim of her own success, singlehandedly wiping out several generations poptarts and finding herself out of a job as there simply weren't any new poptarts being born (nor any would-be-parent's remaining)
>Emboldened by the lack of any real response to her genocide, she heads out on the hunt once more, eagerly tricking, trapping, or seducing every poptart she comes across before moaning in delight as the one woman extinction event greedily devours them
>And this is where we find her today, a slightly pudgy former nurse kept fit by her hunt and the last poptart in existence, him begging and pleading to be spared as she salivates at the thought of his taste
>With a few quick gulps he is no more and she lies back, her gurgling belly full and her appetite finally sated
>Her mind drifts off into an orgasmic daze as one hand finds it's way to her crotch and another to her chest
>Moaning as the memory of the final hunt, his taste on her lips, her full belly, and her gentle teasing of her own body all come together to push her over the edge, in a moment bringing her back to the same wonderful sensation she felt when she first tasted a poptart
>As she slowly slips off to sleep she wonders if there's anything or anyone else that might taste similar