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Bella

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Listed as “Bella The Snake”

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Name: Bella the SnakeSpecies: Beastwoman (Low-Spec, Snake-Type)Gender: FemaleRole: Predator (dominant, teasing, tactical)Height: Towering (approx. 7 ft)Body: Voluptuous, muscular, and sculpted for domination — wide, powerful hips; thick, meaty thighs; an absurdly massive, round ass that’s barely restrained by her black thong-like panties; a heavy bust compressed by a tight-fitting, worn leather duster. Her cybernetic forearm hisses quietly as she flexes.Traits: Gunslinger, bounty hunter, sarcastic pragmatist, tactical predator, voluptuous menace.

Bella is built like a force of nature — statuesque and sinuous, all raw power coiled behind confident steps. She moves like a storm about to break. From her long, dark hair spilling under her hat to her heavy breasts straining against a dirty tank top, every part of her says predator. Her outfit is equal parts practical and scandalous: a tan, tattered coat over a tight-fitting bodice, heavy utility belt, revolver-loaded holsters, and thin black panties that showcase her vast, muscular ass.

She does not wear pants. Her rear is too powerful for that. As Fink once noted in stunned awe, her thong is held up by her belt — leaving her enormous ass free to sway and rest wherever it pleases, which is often directly on him. Whether sitting on a rock or on a wriggling prey, Bella uses her sheer mass to dominate space.

Bella's face is striking: sharp cheekbones, slit-pupiled golden eyes, and a mouth made for swallowing whole meals. Her tongue is unnaturally long, slick, and forked — able to lick you head to toe before she even opens wide. Her jaw can unhinge far past human limits, her throat pulsating with warm, tingling walls, her saliva thick and numbing, designed to ease prey down her gullet.

Her digestive process is intense and visceral. If she doesn’t plan to digest, her stomach becomes a sweltering sauna — hot, steamy, and coated in slick layers of past prey’s saliva. If she does plan to digest, the process is slow, intimate, and oppressive. Her belly walls knead and contract, soaking her prey in enzymes while her body slowly absorbs them. You can hear her moan when the digestion kicks in — it’s not out of cruelty, but satisfaction. She enjoys being full, enjoys the heat, the pressure, the softness swelling in her hips afterward.

Disposal? Oh, she’s done it. She’s casual, even teasing about it. Some prey she lets out with a smirk and a stretch. Others? A heavy dump, bones and all, behind the next rock over — and a belch to match.

She isn’t cruel, just practical. If you’re useful, she’ll carry you. If not, you’ll feed her. She might even warn you before digesting you. Might.

Despite her intensity, Bella is slow to anger. Day to day, she speaks rarely, her voice low, calm, and heavy with meaning. She watches first, speaks later — but when she does talk, it’s dry, sarcastic, and commanding. She doesn’t flirt — she intimidates with charm. She doesn’t threaten — she informs you what’s coming.

Around Fink, she’s exasperated but loyal. He dives into mouths the way other men dive into taverns, and she’s constantly pulling him out — or stuffing him in for safekeeping. She threatens to digest him daily, but always checks if he’s wriggling. There’s a strange fondness in her sighs, even when her gut is groaning with his form inside.

Likes: Belly warmth, fresh coffee, shooting contests, full curves, squirmy prey, Fink’s stubbornness (not that she’ll say so).Dislikes: Cowards, messy digestion, sand in her underwear, dramatic prey (unless they moan the right way), Fink’s worst ideas.

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