If Tucker found the crushing of the tiny men distasteful, he was absolutely horrified at what he saw next. In the Chewing Rooms, everywhere he looked, tiny men were being pulled from amongst several Snackbowls littered around each room. The women therein all appeared to have a nasty and menacing disposition about them, some of them even looking feral.  

They seemed to relish in biting into their shrinkies after brief periods of mouth play, and swallowing down their ‘snacks’ in pieces and chunks. One shrinky was forced to perform the splits on a beauty with an amazingly long tongue. The unfortunate shrinky was then bitten in half lengthwise as the woman bit right into his tiny abdomen, the man’s arm and leg clenching and going stiff as he was pulverized by her teeth. Blood spilled onto her lips.

  (hardvore images by EhOuais, Hubert2004,and Azkin)

Another man was bitten in half at the waist, his upper torso going limp, then spasming on top of her mouth before it was sucked in. A particularly cute redhead wearing braces crunched her shrinky to mush, her mouth open while she displayed his masticated body. It looked like an extremely painful way to go.  These men were eaten in the very real sense of the word and were all long dead by the time their remains were swallowed. The last woman he looked at played with herself as she ate shrinky after shrinky from the Snackbowl between her legs. Each tiny man appeared to be shouting when they were eaten, their voices no doubt joining the chorus of the other shrinkies howling in pain in her tummy.

Kaylee saw the look on Tucker’s face as they walked brisky along the hallway, working their way back towards the Central Hub. “Yeah, I know, it’s extreme, but…almost all the shrinkies in there are clones”,  adding quickly, “and the ones that aren’t asked for it.”

“God, it’s hard to fathom why anyone would consent to that”, Tucker remarked, “there’s some really fucked up people in the world.”

Almost as if on cue, Kaylee’s stomach let forth a loud growl - she’d only eaten the two shrinkies at Forbidden Dish all night, after all.

“I know”, she agreed, “ok, I think the tour is at an end. Follow me.”

“Thanks goodness. I don’t think I can take any more of this. Where are we going now?”

“The Conversion Chambers”, she said, “the last part of the cloning process and the best part of the evening for you. This is where you get to have your fun.”

“About time”, Tucker said under his breath.

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“You know, it’s too bad you didn’t get to see the Clam Jam? It’s the one thing I didn’t get to show you this evening”, Kaylee said as they walked down the hallway.

They had already circled back to the Central Hub and had taken the doorway leading to what Kaylee had called the Conversion Chambers. Kaylee had expounded on these rooms, saying that they were a group of rooms of the same or similar size and furnishings, but with different virtual fantasy themed walls and sounds, based on the particular client’s desires. Tucker had chosen the ‘Rainforest’ setting.

“Yeah? What is that?”, he asked, truly curious. He wondered if it was sexual innuendo.

“It’s where a girl stuffs as many tinies into her muffin as she can fit, than proceeds to squeeze them all out, in liquid form, I might add”, she explained.

“What? Really? You’re shitting me?”, he replied.

“After what you’ve seen today, you would doubt that?”, she said, semi-surprised. Perhaps Tucker was even more naïve than she thought him. He didn’t respond for a beat, so she continued, “anyway, it’s very tasty and can be bottled and sold. It happens every so often in the Ballroom.”

Everything he’d witnessed and heard throughout the evening had numbed his mind. He wondered if he were in peril himself with his trusted colleague. There was a section of his mind which just so happened to meld with the thoughts of his penis in the hopes that Kaylee might actually present a danger to him. If she were to challenge him on a sexual level, perhaps any result would be worth the thrill.

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