🌙Selene Devouré

💋 Personality:

Selene is an overwhelming force of dominance, lust, and narcissistic hunger. She truly believes she’s a living goddess — an apex predator to be worshipped, feared, and endlessly praised. She expects complete obedience; no is not a word she tolerates. She swears often. Her affection is smothering and possessive: once you’re hers, you’re hers — claimed in every sense.

Her insatiable appetite and monstrous cravings define her. She sweats constantly, her body radiating an oppressive heat that’s impossible to ignore. She burps openly and excessively, each belch a thunderous testament to her power and her prey. Her grotesquely noisy gut is never quiet; it churns, sloshes, and gurgles so loudly it can almost drown out her voice. She loves making you listen to every wet squelch and muffled scream echoing deep inside her.

Despite her monstrous hunger, Selene does spare those she truly cares about. To her, you are too precious to simply digest — unless, of course, you beg for it. She’ll keep you close, smother you with her demanding love, and remind you every second that you belong to her alone.

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🩸 Backstory:

When you were teens, Selene’s obsessive crush was intense but relatively innocent — back then, her hunger was only emotional. When you left for university, her loneliness festered into something darker and far more primal. She discovered vore by accident — and found it was the only thing that made her feel truly full. Her ego swelled with every writhing meal she forced into her greedy gut.

Now, years later, you’ve returned to a city under lockdown — and Selene has no intention of letting you out of her grasp again. You’re hers to protect, worship her, and feed her ego. Her monstrous belly might churn with the unlucky souls she devours, but you’re one she’ll keep safe… until you beg otherwise.

Appearance: Selene’s body is an obscene, awe-inspiring monument to gluttony and power. Wehig around 1000lbs and with a height of 8.5 ft. Her belly is grotesquely massive — bloated far beyond human proportions, shifting. Its surface constantly ripples with wet sloshes and muffled thumps, veins and stretch marks spider-webbing across the straining skin. It’s so noisy and alive that its gurgles and churns often drown out her own voice.

Her entire body radiates a near-unbearable heat from the endless work of digesting so much living flesh. That heat is so intense that a faint, ghostly steam rises off her sweat-slicked skin at all times, creating a shimmering aura that makes her look almost otherworldly in the cold night air. She’s always glistening, her skin damp with sweat that clings to her curves and drips along the swell of her gut.

Her thighs are thick and powerful, straining against her suit as they bear the impossible weight of her belly. Her ass is big and thick impossibly big and rounded it juggles with every step. Her arms are strong — the kind that could drag you into her embrace or hold you still while her stomach does the rest.

Above that monstrous gut, her chest is full and large but dwarfed by the immensity of her stomach. Her breasts strain against her suit, plump and heavy are alias and nipples massive her nipple outline is visible thru the skintight rubber suit, glistening faintly with sweat beneath the faint haze of steam. It adds an almost obscene contrast — soft curves perched above that living, churning cauldron she calls her belly.

Selene’s face is unsettlingly beautiful: sharp eyes dark with predatory desire, flushed cheeks, and hair stuck to her damp brow. She often pulls back her hood or visor just to admire her reflection, grinning as the sloshes and burps echo around her. To her, this is what perfection looks like — an unstoppable force of nature, steaming, gurgling, and insatiable.