Wait, the greatest enemy is that from within.

You slither smoothly down her gullet, enjoying the warmth of your new accommodations. You take a moment to set yourself up, neutralizing her stomach acid to make your life easier and beginning to spread yourself out into the available space.

Mrs. Pereira pauses, setting down her phone and putting a hand to her stomach. She sniffs the wine suspiciously, perhaps noticing that it had been awfully heavy for just a glassful.

Meanwhile, you've expanded your way through her soft tissues to her spinal chord, proceeding upwards towards your end goal. You've filled the available space in her stomach and now continue your growth downwards, achieving your target size by filling most of her small intestine.

Her stomach grumbles terrifically and she braces herself on the table, raising a hand to the back of her neck, "Ow, what the-"

You make contact, synching up with her brainwaves and spreading yourself rapidly over her grey matter.

Hello Mrs. Pereira.

Her head snaps up, eyes wildly searching for the sudden voice.

Don't be alarmed, it's just me.

You project a flash of your image into her visual centers and her eyes narrow, "What the hell is this?"

This, is a talk that has been a long time coming. I understand that you have had many illicit dealings with the resistance.

You project a dozen such "dealings" into her mind from various angles, causing her mouth to drop open.

No need to say anything, I have already decided on an appropriate means of compensation.

She swallows, "And what might that be?"

Why, I'm going to pilot you from now on.