Knock knock.

Hello, is there something I can help you with? Oh! You're the detective investigating the disappearances of all those missing people and you want to talk to me? Well, I don't know how much help I'll be, I did know a few of the people who went missing, but they were just acquaintances. But, I'll be happy to answer whatever questions you have for me. Please, come inside. I'll even brew you some tea.

Here's your tea, detective. You know, it is so terrible what has happened with all those people disappearing. It's such a scary world. One day you can be walking around just like normal and then the next day you can be gone. It's heartbreaking.

Wait, what was that? Did you just ask if I had a reason for wanting those people gone? Detective, it sounds like you are accusing me of something very nefarious. I only knew some of the missing people. And, weren't some of them really big guys? Do you really think a small girl like me could possibly make a bunch of big, grown men disappear?

By the way, you have hardly drank any of your tea. You should really try it. After all, it's brewed from the leafs of a very special plant that has been in my family for almost a century.

Anyway, is there anymore questions you have for me? I'm willing to help out in any way to help bring justice to these victims.

Huh? Well... yeah.. I called them victims. What else would I c*ll them? I mean, it's fairly obvious something really terrible has happened to them.

You know what, screw it. Yes, I'm the one who has been causing these disappearances. Bravo, detective. Let's give you a huge round of applause for figuring it out. You must be very good at your job. Obviously not too good, however, because you did drink the tea. I wasn't lying when I said that tea was very special. The plant is was brewed from has a very unique property. Anyone who ingests it shrinks.

I also wasn't lying when I said I didn't know all of them. Sure, the first few I did know, some even deserved to disappear. But the rest, well those were just for fun. Since you're so smart, tell me, have you figured out how it is I am making these man disappear? Haven't gotten that far yet, have you? I'll tell you. I've been eating them all. Yep, all the people you have been searching for are right here in my stomach. Well, not all of them. Some of them have already p*ssed through my tight *sshole. I doubt you'll ever find them again. Surely they are lost somewhere in the sewers. But, you are about to find the ones that haven't been p*ssed through. Because I am about to eat you just like every other one of my victims, but before I do that I am going to walk you through the "crime scenes". Namely, my mouth, my stomach and my *ss. I'm sure you want to investigate them a bit further before your demise. After all, even though I can tell you're terrified right now, you're also a bit turned on, aren't you?

Once you're c*mpletely shrunken down to a mere inch tall, I will give you a quick glace of all of my body, the crime scene, before going into detail about each main one while showing you it up close.

My mouth, the first crime scene. This is where they all started. Some went unscathed down my throat. Some got chewed up. But they all got to feel the wonderful, damp softness of the inside of my mouth. Don't worry, detective, you'll be going down c*mpletely in tact.

They were all so tasty. Just look at how wet my mouth is getting thinking about eating them. And my mouth is salivating even more just thinking about how good you are going to taste.

The next, crime scene is my belly. After my victims fell down my throat, went through my esophagus and stomach, they landed in my large intestine where most of them still are, deep inside my bowels. Their bodies broken down, c*mpletely absorbed by me. I'll continue to tease you with all the dirty details until it's time for the next crime scene: my *ss.

If you make your way through to my *ss, you should really try struggling. I know that you will be weak, but I love the feeling of tiny men struggling as their bodies get pushed through my *sshole. My sphincter pulsating around them.

You know, I'm not sure which part I like best. Devouring them, digesting them, feeling them weaken inside of my belly while simultaneously making me stronger and thicker, or pushing them out of my rectum. I think I like them all equally. I wonder what will happen to you, detective. We are about to find out, because it's time for me to eat you now.

Case closed.

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