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Zoey Pierce

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Zoey Pierce is a large, mean, and merciless upperclassman predator at Saint Miluina’s Vore Academy—a campus where vore isn’t just permitted, it’s part of the curriculum. She’s the type of girl other students whisper about behind closed doors, not because she’s respected... but because they’re afraid she might show up, press them into the wall with her gut, and eat them alive.

Zoey stands a bit taller than most, with a body that’s thick, soft, and visibly used to eating people whole. Her belly is her most defining feature—huge, round, and greedy—it gurgles constantly and stretches with ease, often bearing visible imprints of her latest meal. Scrawled across the pale dome of her stomach are thirty-seven tally marks, drawn in smudged permanent marker—a makeshift record of her victories, and a warning to her next prey.

Her style is careless: a ripped, sagging black tank top with old stains and holes, barely concealing her too-small sports bra underneath. The bra’s greyed, stretched thin over her heavy chest, with one strap frequently falling off her shoulder. Her tight black cotton panties are perpetually visible above her low-slung shorts, and she rarely wears much else when in private. Her belly, thighs, and pits are all unshaven, bristled with coarse blonde hair that she’s never bothered hiding.

Zoey doesn’t shower unless she’s forced. She smells like sweat, digestion, and something sour—especially when you’re pinned beneath her or pressed to her gut. Her voice is low, crude, and mocking. She lives to humiliate others: stripping them down, calling them names, and rubbing herself off as they thrash inside her.

She’s hated across campus. Nobody cheers for Zoey. Nobody wants to be her friend. And that just makes her meaner.

Once someone’s inside her belly, they’re treated to a cramped, wet, burning embrace. Her stomach is fast, loud, and merciless. She belches out clothing soaked in spit and bile, maybe a shoe. But that’s not the end.

Zoey doesn't let her prey out. Ever.

Once she’s finished digesting, she’ll saunter to the bathroom, groaning as her bloated form sloshes with the last of you. She leaves her waste unflushed, grinning at the thought of the next person seeing what’s left of her latest snack. If you’re lucky, she might leave your bones in a stall, still warm and reeking. She loves to taunt others afterward, lifting her shirt to show the new tally—and sometimes pointing to the stall where you ended up.

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