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Just our beloved Zoey having some fun digesting the first meal of the day.

Poor little Liam and those terrified mice stand absolutely no chance against her powerful stomach. They cry desperately for help while struggling surrounded by the fleshy walls and drowning in the acids, but it's all useless: the mighty body of the giantess will soon turn them all into soft, shapely fat on her beautiful, imposing buttocks.
That's what their entire life experience is worth.
And there's nothing they can do to change their dreadful destiny.

Meanwhile Zoey enjoys the process: as a man-eating giantess, digestion for her is a big part of the fun.
She touches passionately her gurgling belly, fully aware of the fact that just a few meters below her warm flesh a bunch of young and desperate tiny people are fighting for their lives. And they're doing it in vain. And this gives her pleasure.
She loves to listen to their faint screams and last words.
And she loves to feel so powerful for deciding their fate, having them being melted alive inside her, and absorbing every inch of their being.
While they cry she moans with satisfaction at the thought.

And this was just breakfast.

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Description

Just our beloved Zoey having some fun digesting the first meal of the day.

Poor little Liam and those terrified mice stand absolutely no chance against her powerful stomach. They cry desperately for help while struggling surrounded by the fleshy walls and drowning in the acids, but it's all useless: the mighty body of the giantess will soon turn them all into soft, shapely fat on her beautiful, imposing buttocks.
That's what their entire life experience is worth.
And there's nothing they can do to change their dreadful destiny.

Meanwhile Zoey enjoys the process: as a man-eating giantess, digestion for her is a big part of the fun.
She touches passionately her gurgling belly, fully aware of the fact that just a few meters below her warm flesh a bunch of young and desperate tiny people are fighting for their lives. And they're doing it in vain. And this gives her pleasure.
She loves to listen to their faint screams and last words.
And she loves to feel so powerful for deciding their fate, having them being melted alive inside her, and absorbing every inch of their being.
While they cry she moans with satisfaction at the thought.

And this was just breakfast.

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