A slytherin lures you into a room, saying she made a potion she needs you to try. one sip and you’re suddenly tiny! she laughs at your foolishness for trusting in her, but you’re not frightened and she picks up on your arousal. she decides to make you her lunch and swallows you down, loosening her clothing to make room for her meal. feeling satisfied, she sits on the floor to admire your dedication to her. then she thinks about where the nearest bathroom is for later
