BlaineBianchi

Name: Blaine Bianchi
Age: 27
Hair: Red
Eyes: Yellow
Height: 5'8" (~173cm)
Weight: 157lbs
Occupation: Photographer and internet personality

TL;DR:
Blaine is a rich, privileged girl molded for greatness, and while she can be a bit bratty, she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty and tries to give people she meets the benefit of the doubt, rather than dismissing them as below her station. She's a switch and while she's no martial arts master or super athlete, she is quite athletic and capable, though it hardly matters since, if she gets the sense someone's on the up-and-up, she's likely enough to ask them to gobble her down anyway so she can get some nice internal shots to add to her collection. Though, she can be a bit devious herself, and if you're not looking out, she might just add you to her collection of full selfies instead. While she's set up for a modern setting, she can work well in any setting at all. She can be a bard in a fantasy setting, a smuggler in a sci-fi setting, etc. No need to worry about setting mismatch! Oh, and she loves big girls, might as well use her money to fatten them up.

Blaine has led something of a charmed life. Born to well-to-do parents, Blaine was groomed from a young age to become a worthy successor to her family's name, which imbued her with a fiery desire to excel, to be better, although exactly how she would do that was up to her. She was, naturally for a girl who spent most of her childhood in various classes and with various trainers, adept at many things, but while she'd heard of there being another side to the world, she hadn't seen anything of it for herself until she was in high school.

Attending an upscale, private academy, Blaine used her affinity for photography to secure a spot in the yearbook club, and enjoyed her time interviewing other students and taking pictures. That was how she first met Grace. Grace Clark was a senior, a shark-girl, and everything Blaine wasn't. Huge, muscular, crass, and, for lack of a better term, an academic failure. Her black hair was always ratty and tousled, and did little to cover up her razor-sharp teeth. Blaine had run into her when she'd gone looking for a chance to talk to the captain of the swim team, and although Grace looked like a slow, lumbering mass of muscle, she was lightning quick in the water, able to easily outpace others.

While she'd been initially put off by Grace, even wondering how in the hell she'd managed to go to the same school as her (later finding out that she'd gotten there purely on athletic merit), she'd taken an interest in her and, in secret, began to follow her around, wanting to see what her life was life, how different it could be from Blaine's own, which was governed by constantly self-improvement and rigid structure. She got her answer when she saw the amount of time Grace put in at the gym to burn off the crappy food she ate--which, in a moment that changed Blaine's life, turned out to partly include other students. Blaine hadn't believed it when she first saw Grace emerge from the showers, glistening, towering, nude and every inch of her rippling...other than her dome-like belly, which wriggled unhappily as she talked down to the poor soul trapped inside. Blaine had been unable to stop touching herself to the footage she'd recorded on her phone.

She didn't talk to Grace much afterward--somehow, she knew that as smart as she was, as cool and collected as she was, she might share the same fate as the shark's unknown meal, but it lit a fire in her, and from then on, she wanted to be the best predator in the world. The most ferocious, deadly, gluttonous--everything that exemplified the predatory nature of a person. While she kept her grades sterling and continued her activities in yearbook, Blaine took to athletics as she never had before, spending hours after school in the weight room, swimming laps, hitting the track, honing her body to a fine edge. By her senior year, she'd become the reflection of predatory glory she'd seen in Grace years prior, and her reputation had made the rounds. She was feared, respected, everyone knew her name, and while she liked the adoration, she liked how cowed people were by her even more. Yes, she would be the top of the pile, the apex.

Unfortunately for her, her aspirations only lasted until she met another senior, a black bear girl named Charlene who was somehow half again as tall as had been, looked twice as heavy, and had an appetite that dwarfed anything she'd ever seen. Blaine was vaguely aware of her while they went to school together, but Charlene was a late bloomer, and when she came into her own in senior year, undergoing a hellacious growth spurt during the summer, Blaine wasn't the apex anymore, she wasn't the one everyone was scared of. Desperate to reclaim the status she'd lost, Blaine schemed to put Charlene in her place, although just looking at her made her stomach want to explode. One day after school, Blaine jumped her...and was flattened in one lazy swing. When she came too, she was stewing in Charlene's huge, flabby gut, swaying to and fro with every thundering step the bear took. Her only saving grace was that Charlene, the idiot, had swallowed her bag with her, and Blaine produced a pair of scissors from it, attacking the girl's insides in a bid for freedom. It worked, however narrowly, and after Charlene had coughed her up and stumbled off, Blaine picked herself up and rushed home with her ruined bag, shivering and miserable.

She graduated with no problems, but the revelation ate away at her. Maybe just because of her species, she never could be what she wanted. She revisted this problem over and over in college, mostly with friends to avoid the truly terrible fate of padding someone's waistline, and no matter what she did, her own muscle, her body on its own was never enough. She was too small, she wasn't meant to be a solid slab of slavering muscle, she was a lithe and quick catgirl. She could smoke any of the brutes in a chase, but never beat them in a confrontation. She wondered if there was anything she could do. In the end, the simple answer was no, there wasn't, but as she came to understand, that might not have been a bad thing. She was who she was, and while she was miles better than most people at many things, she didn't need to be the best at everything, certainly not something so reliant on species. As well, she came to almost enjoy her time bumming around in bellies, and started taking pictures to remember her experiences. This, finally, evolved into a full-on go at being a predatory internet model and, at times, internal photographer.

While Blaine is set for a nice, long while (even if she lost her money, her parents would cushion her fall), she still pushes herself, still tries to fit one more prey in during her photoshoots, still tries to explore new, interesting places and people when she can, but knowing how close she's come to just being someone's calorie count on more than one occasion, she's learned to take along multiple redundant measures to get her out of nasty situations--say, a predator who agrees to eat her for some shots, but refuses to spit her back up when it's time. Nothing so desperastely lethal as knives or guns (unless necessary), but it's safe to say Blaine does whatever she can to ensure her safety. She'd hidden vials of foul liquid braided into her hair, canisters of chemical vomiting agent in protected sleeves in her own stomach, and so on. After all, what good are pockets when the first thing a predator does is strip you? While she has gotten softer, allowed a fair bit of the weight she gains from her lifestyle to stick in the right places, Blaine is still very athletic and very capable, for her size, albeit not quite sharp as a razor anymore. She's certainly not half as high-strung as she used to be.

Here's a complete listing of kinks and turn-offs for easy reference: https://www.f-list.net/c/trainkay/ . I suppose I don't expect you to read all of them, but it'd sure be nice if you at least looked at what I love, and what I won't do. Thanks.