You on my kitchen counter. The last thing you remember is me inviting you over for dinner, and having a glass of my home made ...

Now you are groggy, waking up on my kitchen counter next to the stove. There is a boiling pan of soup in front of you. I look at you and smile, and now you begin to understand why I invited you. You realize that your body has shrunken small enough to be the perfect meal for me. Dinner for one.

Your for dinner. I stir the contents of the pan aound slowly, taste it and add some seasoning. I walk away for a moment, waiting for the soup to be ready ... Show more