Out of all my siblings...

I was the biggest, strongest, fastest, even my older brothers were no match for me by the time I was going to school.

I had a pretty decent childhood as well. Not affluent but comfortably well-off, I went to a decent school, got decent marks, had friends, wasn't the most popular but I was never bullied.

More than that one time at least, earned a lot of incidental respect that morning. Stuffing the headmasters daughter up your arse for trying to shake you down for your lunchmoney does unfortunately have negative consequences too. She survived but only because I didn't really want to be expelled.

There were a few more incidents later in my schooldays that never got as widely reported. Smuggling a couple of friends into a movie, taking the entire football team, rescuing the detention class... I did so love having as many people inside myself as I could manage at once!

And if a few never made it back out from time to time, well, it wasn't as if they hadn't known the risks when they went in right?

I studied electronics and electrical systems at college, even worked for a few years doing industrial support, some consumer electronics. The hours were bad, the conditions awful, the money was nice but...

After I gave up on that career, I didn't see a need to go overboard with *working*, I trained as a barista, and shortly after realised that sleep was becoming difficult. Wasteful. Pointless...

If there was something I wanted, I realised, I had eight to ten hours every night where I was free to just go and TAKE it.

I taught myself the finer points of burglary. Lockpicking. Security systems and electronics, stalking social media accounts and how to take advantage of them.

And with this new career came the perks! Easy money, quiet hours, free milk from the doorsteps, and sometimes, usually as a result of scheduling conflicts or unexpeted migraines, a free meal in the form of some stay-at-home. Not my proudest admission, but an easy meal is an easy meal! Right? Yeah!

Fucking, sucking, eating, all the best things in life made easier with a little easy money.

After losing the love of her life on the eve of giving birth to fourteen children, she's developed a less happy-go-lucky approach to life. Cynisism and contempt have taken over.

Malice returned home to take over her family estate after her parents retired and her children were raised in the safe surroundings of the rolling countryside of the Scottish borders.

When they were old enough they left for college and university and are thriving in their own lives while Malice continues running the family concerns. In real terms Malice is one of the wealthiest people on the planet, with control of multiple corporations and multinationals. Thanks to careful control and remote working arrangements she doesn't actually need to put in many hours a day to keep the plates spinning.

One of her companies owns the patents to a particularly effective reformation technology, which is licensed extensively. Having control of the technology also means that on the rare occassion she gets involved with the wet-work of corporate violence, few of her victims are ever in a position to make a police report against her.

Now in her 40's the tall rat is rarely seen without expensive, well tailored clothing and dour expression in public.

In private however, hints of her old glee at life resurface. It's harder to gain her trust however and the likelyhood is that even old friends will be held at arms length.

She is very experienced with various skills, including:

Oral Vore:

Her mouth and jaws are highly flexible, allowing her to swallow even people several times larger than herself with ease!

Her stomach and gut is also vastly more flexible than most people's. Since her non-people diet is mostly coffee, her stomach usually contains a fair amount of curdled milk and coffee.

Anal Vore:

As with Oral, she has the ability to consume people through her ass. Just, from the opposite direction. This is a much less clean way to reach her stomach of course, unless by some special arrangement, her bowels are often loaded with food in various stages of digestion, and the beginning of the journey could be truly foul.

Unbirth:

Fun times.

Breast Vore:

Turning people into milk is a neat trick.

Soul Vore:

Potentially

Cock Vore:

Malice owns a magical ring - She slips it on her finger and grows a fine looking dick!

Aside from her children, Malice has lost touch with or just lost everyone who was important to her in her younger days.

Malice is now in her mid-forties, but is still clearly physically strong and fit. Just, perhaps, a little more padded and comfier.

Malice has a long-healed scar on her throat. She touches it now and then and smiles with fond memory.