A Miskatomic Bomb
 
 
Samuel Carter had seen many bizarre crime scenes in his career as a detective, but this one won the gold medal.
 
In a single night, all the residents of the quiet neighborhood of Dunwich Street simply vanished, leaving only their clothes behind. Of course disappearances were common in Arkham, but the mass disappearance of an entire neighborhood was absurd even by the standards of that strange city.
 
At the top of that, the conditions of the disappearance made it all the more disturbing. Why had they left their clothes behind? Samuel and the policemen who observed the scene with him could all confirm that the clothes were covered in a disgusting odor. There was also various damage to the windows and roofs of the buildings in the neighborhood, but not to the doors.
 
Authorities made several theories, but all were flawed, after all, with the clues available, it was impossible to put the puzzle together. Members of the higher-ups shelved the case never to look at it again, but Samuel couldn't think of anything else but Dunwich Street.
 
The reason for this was that on the fateful night they explored the neighborhood, in the bedroom of one of the rooms he found candles and incense arranged in an almost ritualistic manner. Arkham was a city with a long history of witchcraft and more urban legends than anyone could count on their fingers, and Samuel was far more curious about the supernatural than his other colleagues in the police force.
 
Using his detective skills and his contacts, he discovered that the "ritual house" belonged to a girl named Rebecca, a goth. Samuel knew that there was a popular occult club in Arkham frequented almost entirely by members of that sub-culture.
 
Samuel would abuse his position as a detective to conduct an investigation on his own. Who knows, maybe he would find a solution to that abandoned case.
 
Arriving at the club, he asked a few questions about Rebecca to the members, who were all shaken and shocked by the disappearance of their friend. The girls admitted that before the night she disappeared Rebecca had managed to snatch the copy of the dreaded Necronomicon from the Miskatonic University library.
 
This was quite a clue, and now Samuel would head for the university. Once there, he managed to get in and gain permission to access the private section of the library, all while, of course, using his position as a detective and lying that he was investigating a case about a rare book-thief. Well, it was not a complete lie, to tell the truth.
 
After a surprisingly long search in the library, he finally found the book he was looking for. He was pulling the Necronomicon from its old shelf when he was interrupted by a female voice:
 
"Hey you, stop this instant!"
 
Samuel stopped immediately, turning to the person who didn't seem happy to see him there. The girl in front of him had her hands on her waist and a pouting expression. Her short hair was as black as her clothes, a top and jeans, which contrasted with her pale skin. She had piercings in her ears, a piercing below her lower lip and another in her navel, and looking at this region Samuel noticed that the girl had a bump, something surprising considering the fact that the rest of her body was very thin.
 
"I apologize. I know the manner I'm acting may look very suspicious but you have no reason to worry. I'm a detective, and I'm here doing work," Samuel showed his badge. "Are you a student at the Miskatonic?"
 
"Yes, I am! And I don't care that you're a detective! Get your hands off that book, I've already taken too big a risk to get it back!"
 
"Hmm?"
 
"That bitch Rebecca, I heard rumors that she intended to steal the Necronomicon but I didn't think she was that crazy..." Grumbled the Goth, more to herself than to Samuel. "I always knew that that occult club was just a bunch of morons who have no idea what they're dealing with, that's why I do everything by myself!"
 
"Pardon me, are you saying that you took the book after Rebecca stole it?"
 
"Well, of course! The Necronomicon belongs to the Miskatonic University, where it's safe and away from the hands of idiots who think it's a toy! As soon as I heard about the accident in Dunwich I went there faster than the police, and prayed that the book hadn't been eaten."
 
"E-Eaten?"
 
"Luckily, I found it in Rebecca's house," The girl continued, not seeming to realize she had been interrupted by the detective. "I brought it here very carefully and thought I could relieved, but of course another jerk had to show up! (even if he's a cute jerk ..)"
 
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to steal the book. I just wanted to analyze it, see if it has any clues to what happened in Dunwich Street."
 
"You are right, Mr. Detective. And with that, you know too much." The Goth's eyes sparkled with mischief, and a sinister smile appeared on her face.
 
"What do you mean?" Samuel recoiled instinctively, feeling an oppressive aura coming from the girl.
 
"Well, you'll see soon enough..." At this point, the girl closed her eyes and seemed to concentrate, and intoned something that sounded like a chant in an unknown language.
 
Soon after, after hearing the words, Samuel began to lose his sense of balance and became terribly dizzy. The Necronomicon slipped out of his hands, and the man collapsed soon after.
 
"What did you...do to me..." Samuel managed to speak, gathering his last strength.
 
"You don't have to worry about that..... yet. Oh, and by the way, my name is Helen Armitage..." These were the last words Detective Samuel Carter heard before he lost consciousness for real.
 
When Samuel regained consciousness, his whole body was in pain. He was in a dimly lit place, and something huge was pressing him against a soft surface, and after a quick scan he recognized black painted fingernails and realized that a giant hand was restraining his movements. The detective shouted, which seemed to get his captor's attention.
 
"Oh, it seems my little detective has awakened from his beauty sleep!" Helen Armitage's voice filled his ears, much louder than usual.
 
And it wasn't just the girl's voice that was louder. Her whole body towered over him, a veritable giant that made him look like a doll in her hands. Helen was wearing only a band shirt and panties, and sat on her heels.
 
"What's the meaning of this?!" Samuel shouted, so the giantess could hear him. "What did you do in the library?!"
 
"I used a shrinking spell, silly. I am a real witch, after all! Did you really think I was going to let a threat to the University like you go free? Besides, the size of a little mouse suits you much better!"
 
"Where...am I?!"
 
"In my room, more precisely on my bed. It's not very pretty or tidy, and it doesn't smell good, but it's not like you have a choice, right?"
 
"What are you going to do to me?"
 
"Whatever I want, now be a good boy while I take care of something else," Helen lifted Samuel, and the detective got a better view of the girl's room.
 
Posters of metal bands like Venom and Bathory and old horror movies covered the walls, she had a notebook and shelves with books that all seemed to deal with dark themes. Her bed was messy and had grease stains, and the floor; covered with pizza and fastfood boxes, as well as beer and energy drink cans, left the detective dumbfounded.
 
However, an end was put to Samuel's observation. Helen had now placed him between her crotch and the bed. The detective panicked, Helen's lips lightly demarcated against her panties and the odors of that region making him redder than blood.
 
He shouted protests, but by now Helen had moved on to another thing, and grabbed a cylindrical jar of transparent glass from on top of her nightstand.
 
"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite imbeciles!" Provoked Helen.
 
Concentrating his vision, Samuel realized, to his horror, that the contents of the jar were a group of shrunken Goths. The occult club he had visited earlier. The girls screamed at the sight of Helen, which made the Miskatonic student laugh:
 
"What, the club of the occult goes crazy when it actually comes face to face with the occult? Hah, don't make such a fuss. Because of one of you I lost my sleep, so it's only natural for you guys to suffer a punishment!"
 
Just then, Helen took one of the girls out of the pot. They all screamed, and just as astonished as the girls, Samuel watched as Helen brought her poor victim closer to her open mouth, to shove her inside and swallow her with a loud GULP.
 
Everyone in the room was now shouting at the top of their lungs, which drew a laugh from Helen:
 
"You bitches taste like makeup and leather, but you go down well. Just don't think I'm full already!"
 
Next, she pulled another girl out of the jar, throwing her into her mouth and quickly swallowing, as if she was eating popcorn. Without wasting any time she went on to the next, and with the voracity of someone attacking a bag of potato chips, continued her feast. Halfway through the meal, Helen let out an audible fart, which warmed Samuel's whole body and burned his nostrils.
 
The detective let out a humiliated and frustrated cry, his eyes covered with tears, followed by a coughing fit. Just then, Helen turned her attention to him for the first time since she had put him in his new prison:
 
"Hey, don't complain! You're very lucky I had pizza and not tacos today! I guarantee you that in any other situation, you would die instantly."
 
So she went back to devouring the occult club. A few minutes later, Helen tossed the now empty jar aside and let out a loud but satisfied belch:
 
"BOOOOOOOOOURP! Arg, shit, I'm fucking stuffed.....those bitches may have been small, but the quantity made a difference," Helen pulled the sweat-covered and physically and mentally weakened man out from beneath her vagina, and lifted him up so that she could communicate well with him. Samuel noticed that the college girl's nipples were hard. "The original idea was to eat you, little man, but I can't fit another grain inside me right now."
 
"There were almost twenty girls...what kind of monster are you?" Said Samuel, in a weak, despaired voice.
 
"Wow, what an ungrateful little *urp!* You should thank those girls for saving your ass. Or are you going to tell me that while watching the show from a ringside seat you'd rather be here?"
 
At this Helen pressed Samuel's tiny body against her terribly swollen and round belly. As he felt the cold piercing in Helen's navel touch his body, his ears were covered by the cacophony of digestion. Loud, disgusting sounds were coming out from inside the predator's belly, and Samuel thought he heard muffled screams and moans amidst the other sounds.
 
Helen farted again, and unfortunately for Samuel, he once again found himself at a height where the hideous gases reached his sense of smell. The goth girl herself this time shook the air with her free hand, commenting:
 
"Oh, the sluts that have already been digested have turned into a wicked gas! Surely you'd rather be rude and end up like them, eh, little detective? Or are you going to be a good boy?"
 
"You sloppy, stinking monster!...." Samuel grumbled.
 
"Pardon me, I couldn't hear you properly. Your answer...?"
 
"O-Okay, I'll be a good boy!"
 
Samuel blushed as Helen's cruel, domineering expression turned into a smiling, angelic countenance. Helen gave her newest mini slave a wet kiss, which only added to her lack of hygiene.
 
"Ooh, I'm so proud of you! Saving you from becoming a snack was one hundred percent the right decision!"
 
 
Time went by and Samuel performed his role as servant without complaint, always fearing punishment, even massaging his mistress's big feet. To his surprise, Helen rarely shrunk and ate people, and proved to be extremely affectionate to him, always making sure to feed and give him water properly and keeping him in a sort of adapted hamster cage, treating him like a real pet.
 
With time, Samuel completely adapted to that lifestyle, forgetting all the grudge he held against Helen and his wounded pride from all those humiliations no longer bothered him.
 
"Hey, my cute detective, come here," Helen said to Samuel, carefully taking him out of the cage. "I have a very important mission for you!"
 
"What is it?"
 
Helen smiled and moved her hand to her panties:
 
"You wouldn't mind being my human vibrator, would you?"
 
"And here we go...."
 
Without even waiting for Samuel's response, Helen slipped him into her underwear.
 
"Try to move around a bit, you can get off when I cum. I had sushi for dinner, so you better hurry up a little. You don't want to be around when that sashimi wind comes out."
 
"If I do a good job can I get a shower and you'll wash my clothes?"
 
"Yes, pinky promise!"
 
Samuel Carter sighed, knowing that he was risking his life going there.
 
"Then we have a deal."