I can assure that I would not allow you to die or feel pain. My powers approach that of God Herself, after-all. You’d be in much safer hands (and diaper) with me than with that noble nitwit over there. As for why you might enjoy it? Well, I have first-hand experience, as does my clone/lover/lab assistant, Elfnein. We quite enjoy the experience ourselves. Admittedly, I’m not sure why we enjoy it, but that’s why as a sometimes woman of science, sometimes loli of science, I must get to the bottom of this and try it out with a bigger sample size. I theorize part of the reason may be related to the diapers I’ve developed over centuries of testing. They feel so soft and comfy that they sometimes make me forget my ETERNAL RAGE AT THE INJUSTICES CHRISTIAN CIVILIZATION ENACTED UPON MY FAMILY. Just imagine how comfortable they’d make someone like you feel. You might not even want to leave!
Which would be good for both of us, since then I wouldn’t need to make a homunculus replica of you to transfer your soul into
And are you seriously worried that you’d be too big for me to eat you? MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! DON’T UNDERESTIMATE THE MURDERER OF MIRACLES! I COULD SWALLOW THE EARTH SHOULD I SO DESIRE!! I just, you know, don’t think the dirt part would be all that tasty. Tried turning it all into cherry Kool-Aid once, to make it taste better, but apparently that was “a bad thing” and Elfnein and her friends say “I should just get therapy instead.” What was I on about? Oh, yeah, the size thing. Relax, you’d barely be any harder to swallow than my gummy vitamins.