Beg her not to shrink you

Your mind is a chaotic mess as Mina licks and bites and nibbles your upper body.

On one hand, this is all very exciting, what with Mina nibbling you and talking about you like food. it would be quite fun if it were role-play.

But it’s not role-play. Mina’s clearly quite powerful, as demonstrated by her immobilization spell. You have no doubt that she’s serious about literally shrinking you down, and the prospect is quite frightening when you think about it.

Sure, it might be fun for one night, but what if she decides not to restore you to your normal size after she’s done with you? Living as a tiny person would be terrifying.

Several of your work colleagues are nanos - members of the three-inch-tall human subspecies that coexists with full-size humans while also constituting a staple of the human diet. You’ve seen the difficulties they contend with daily trying to function in a world made foe people twenty times their size. Simple tasks like getting to a staff meeting without being stepped on, kicked around, or devoured by the office cat can be quite a perilous ordeal.

“Mina,” you say, looking her in the eyes as earnestly as possible, hoping you can elicit just a smidgen of empathy. “Please listen. I am asking you very politely to reconsider this. I’m honestly, legitimately terrified right now. I really don’t want to be tiny.” You begin to hyperventilate as your fear reaches a crescendo. “With all due respect for your witching powers, I’m hoping you can find it in your heart to leave me full-sized. Please?”

Mina smiles sweetly, reaching out with her hand and gently stroking your cheek. “Okay, Jack,” she says in a soft, soothing voice.

“S- so you-“ you stammer.

“I may have a cruel streak, but I’m not heartless. If you’re legitimately terrified about being shrunk down, I won’t put you through it.”

“Really?” You sigh, relieved. “Oh, thank you. That’s-“

“I’m still going to eat you, though,” Mina interrupts.

“What?” You say. “How?”

“Hmm. I haven’t cast this spell in a while, so give me a minute here,” she says, then begins mouthing a silent incantation. Her fingertips light up once again with lively sparks, but this time she directs them at herself. Crossing her arms, she shouts “Chimeris Serpentium” as a loud crack of thunder and a blinding light momentarily flood the room.

When you look at Mina again, you see that she is now a lamia. Her legs have now been replaced by a long snake body. Covered in a lush pattern of red and brown scales, Mina’s massive tail winds around the living room, and you can’t even begin to estimate its length.

“There,” she says, slithering over to your still-immobilized feet. “Is that better?” She then picks your feet up and begins rocking her head from side-to-side to unhinge her jaw.