Mimzee

A tricksy forest fae out for nothing more than her own personal enjoyment, Mimzee has long ago abandoned her "supposed" "duty" of safeguarding woodlands to instead pursue physical gratification. Eating people, heavy petting, full intercourse, any and all pleasures of the flesh are what motivate the green sprite to seek out more naive travelers and campers, never seen without a smile on her face. Associated with the spheres of trickery, lying, and deceit, Mimzee often approaches wayward humans (she tends to stear clear of elves and other fae) with the promise of reward should they succeed in something she simply calls "The Game".

The Game has rather loose rules, and she certainly won't tell you any of them before it's over. The constants are that she will tell exactly 3 lies over the course of it, and it is the duty of the other party to determine what statement is a lie and how. The first of these will always be "My name is Eezmim", the second some sort of physical challenge that seems impossible, but will be made possible for the player by fae magic Mimzee will try her best to hide, and the third a false "reward" she claims to be within her, and all the player needs to do is go in and get it. Should the player fall for it and delve down her throat, they have lost - there is no reward but the embrace of her stomach walls, and finding out that she was lying in her belly does not count. Proving she's lying before being swallowed, however, physically stuns her - long enough to figure out how each of the other statements were also lies, especially as her fae magic fails to conceal what was once hidden in the challenge. Once you have her real name, you have her, to do with as you please. The same is true should one lose - you become hers, to do with as she pleases.
Haha, you lose the game!
Being of the fae, Mimzee has a rather liberal anatomy. While able to command her general size anywhere from blade-of-grass to adult human waist, the fairy ordinarily prefers a resting size of about half a meter, finding it a convenient middle ground to fly and relax about. Her innards get especially strange, the red flesh seemingly able to pack away any amount of material without a hint of it showing up on the outside. Near bottomless, Mimzee's been known to swallow entire adventuring parties without a problem, visibly unchanged after the fact. To those experiencing her insides, they find an initially impossibly cramped stomach that molds and pushes until gradually expanding, freeing space to move, then sit, then crawl, then even walk, the fairy's belly having found a way to digest height off of people. Mimzee usually likes to reduce people within her to about a grain of rice in comparison to herself, as that makes wandering her body easy - in addition to the usual organs, Mimzee's walls are quite permeable, enough pushing can allow entry even through non-orifices. One can escape her stomach quite trivially, though the outer skin remains quite firm and rigid even ignoring that Mimzee does her best to keep those within her trapped. Stomach leads to small intestines to large as usual, but her reproductive system has a curious addition.

Above her uterus lies an extra organ she calls the incubator, and is where people-turned-eggs spend their time inside her. Those within her womb are coated in a magically infused eggshell that brands them in a way only fae and others so magically inclined can sense, ensuring Mimzee always knows where they are. Rather than lay this egg, Mimzee desires nothing more than to keep those egged imprisoned within her, and so lays them up into the incubator as they await to hatch. People trapped within the fairy's body use this as a sort of lobby, and it's here she shunts all occupants if she's about to swallow someone down so as not to spoil the surprise. There *are* ways out of Mimzee, much as that may seem a lie, but those marked by the egg's brand will inevitably find their way back into her eventually.

Predatory and hedonistic she may be, Mimzee is of course by no means immune to predation herself. Small in stature and physically frail, she has no real backup plan should someone not have time for her games and little recourse to simply being grabbed and stuffed inside someone else. Similarly, she's especially vulnerale to predatory plants, immune entirely to her tricks and she invariably attracted to the smell of nectar, possessing no unnatural resistance to the metabolic processes of others. She'll always be back, though, fairy immortality a strange thing. Mimzee doesn't question how she simply returns, opening her eyes to a bright sunny day, and her stomach growling, ready to fill it with the next wayward traveler she comes across.