You're my tiny female employee and it is time for your performance review! Great news- your performance and productivity is up and you're well-liked around the office. Suddenly I go quiet and rub my belly... I apologize, mentioning my big lunch I just had. After a moment, I tell you that you're actually eligible for a promotion! This new position, which is a PERFECT fit, is to churn in my gut. I strip nude, saying that my lunch made me bloated, but I'm still craving a little something extra. I show you my belly as I talk about your future in there with the rest of my food. I turn around, bend over, and wink my asshole for you as I discuss how you'll become my waste, the ultimate retirement plan. I lift you above my head, thank you for lunch, open my mouth wide with my tongue out and a view to the back of my throat, and swallow you whole. I trace your descent after gulping you down, but you get stuck at the entrance to my too-full stomach. I gyrate my hips for a little to ease you in. As you squirm and struggle, I tell you it'll be a slow digestion... agonizing... until you become my waste. As is the fate of tinies. I turn around and wink my asshole again before slapping my ass and walking away.