Chapter 6 – The Tour - Central Hub
The tour started with Kaylee leading Tucker down a short and downward-sloping hallway to what appeared to be a smaller version of the Meeting Room. The music in the room was loud and up-tempo and could be heard from the hallway. Thankfully, it wasn’t too loud to the point where he couldn’t hear her.
“This is the Central Hub”, Kaylee declared with a smile, gesturing with her hands and inviting Tucker to look around the room.
While not as large as the Meeting Room, the Central Hub was a decently large room, with glossed marble walls and posh furniture. The ceiling was high and vaulted, with chandeliers and glass windows at the peak. There were hallways in the center of each side of the room as well as a door across the way from where they had entered.
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What captured Tucker’s attention were the eight to ten females populating the room, some wearing full-bodied latex outfits. In the center of the room, hanging suspended with red rope from a pole was a gorgeous woman of Asian appearance. She was completely nude with the exception of the red rope which adorned her and wrapped her ankles, thighs, arms, torso and breasts. She was moving her body suggestively and gyrating her hips. Following the contour of her legs downward, Tucker was shocked to see a large clear container of various shrunken nude men, all about 3 inches tall.
Two women, a blond and a brunette, gave Tucker ominous looks as he walked around the room.
The women seated on the furniture surrounding the container were nonchalantly eating or feeding shrinkies to each other and drinking wine. A few of the women were conversing with each other while they ate and drank, while a couple simply sat, reading a periodical, their mannerisms looking like they were simply having a relaxing evening. None of them bothered to look up at the latest arrivals into the room.
“So many…”, began Tucker, his jaw dropping, “…and they’re eating them just like hors d'oeuvres.”
“Uh-huh. All of those are clones”, Kaylee said. “Look closely into the Snackbowl.”
Tucker walked over and bent his knees, squatting down near the container. Indeed, he saw that many of the shrunken men looked the same.
“Wow”, he exclaimed, as he stood back up straight. “Kaylee, um, these clones, erm…do they think? Do they have feelings?”
Kaylee giggled. “Oh yes. Of course. They’re exact replicas in every sense. They’ll even have the memories, the tastes, the fears, the desires, everything, of the original.”
“They do?”, said Tucker, with a surprise noticeable in his voice.
“Of course. And they can make any number of clones once they have the original DNA and measurements plugged in.”
“Kaylee. I..I’m not so sure I feel comfortable about this”, Tucker said. He was starting to feel uneasy as he watched several of the women reach into the container for more of the shrinkies.
“Nonsense. That’s all part of the fun. Think about it – any time I come back here, I can eat a little Tucker or two. Doesn’t that turn you on?”, she asked.
“I’m…not sure”, he replied. In truth, he was having conflicted thoughts about it.
Kaylee noticed his apprehension. “Well, if you really feel that way, that you’re not sure”, she quickly interjected, seeking to put his mind at ease, “you should know that the final portion of the cloning process isn’t complete for you yet, so you can still choose not to go ahead with it.”
“Really?”, he said, feeling somewhat relieved. “What’s left to do?”
“Mmmm, there’s one final step. I’ll let you know when we get to it. It’s fun – you’ll see”, Kaylee replied with a chipper tone.
It was then that Tucker noticed a smaller bowl, this one sitting somewhat unattended near the central door. Posted on it was a note which read ‘freshly harvested’. Leaning over the bowl, he looked In and saw there were seven or eight shrinkies all looking up at him, differing in height. Some were a couple inches, some were as tall as four inches. Some of them seemed to be shouting or gesticulating up at him, but he couldn’t make out anything they said due to the music. One thing was for sure, however – each of these shrinkies looked unique.
Kaylee came up behind him, putting one arm on his shoulder while the other caressed his buttocks. “I see you found where they put the harvested volunteers”, she purred in his ear.
“K..Kaylee, what’s gonna happen to these guys?”, he asked, though he felt as though he already knew the answer.
“I dunno…some will get eaten, I guess, and some will have other uses. Just depends on what our patrons want to do”, she replied flippantly.
“But these are real people, right. Not clones?” When she nodded affirmatively, he said, “but I thought you said everyone who comes here gets cloned?”
"Weeeell”, she explained in a sing-song voice, “every guy that goes into the Fun House gets cloned. Not all guys go to the fun house. Technically, these guys volunteered and got shrunk before they were brought into the Fun House.” When she saw that Tucker looked bothered by her explanation, she added, “Don’t feel sorry for these guys. Some men get off on the thrill of danger, of trying to escape from a gorgeous giantess, or they've lived their whole life in pursuit of being devoured whole by one. Not all the volunteers are harvested from the Gloryhole Gambit, by the way. Some men volunteer to get shrunk down straightaway. Most of them have specific patrons or employees they want to play with, but some of them want to be surprised and get added into that bowl. Those would be the larger variety."
Tucker was speechless, looking somewhat stunned. He couldn’t imagine doing that.
“Meanwhile, we can continue the tour. Hmmm, lemme see”, she was thoughtful for a moment with her fingers on her chin and lips, “I know. Why don’t we go see how Sanaa is doing? I saw her and a friend take one of the fresh harvests down to the Worship Rooms while you were in the Initiation Room.”
“Um, sure. OK”, he replied. He was curious to see the gorgeous black girl in action.
Before leaving, Kaylee bent low towards the small container and gave a smile and waved. Then, the two of them walked through the left entryway of the Central Hub. Tucker couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps Kaylee knew one or more of the volunteer shrinkies in the container.
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