Lindsay Hungers: The Interrogation Room
Thursday, early evening, Forbidden Dish
When Lindsay arrived, she was happy to see her best friend
Kate at a table by herself. Kate was some years older than Lindsay, dark haired
and a bit of a cowgirl. She was built like a marine and had a very sultry side,
which played well for her when she visited the Dish. Kate and Lindsay had been
friends prior to the opening of the restaurant. She didn’t follow Lindsay’s
path in becoming a full-time server at the restaurant, preferring to get her
law degree and join the police force.
Kate would visit the Dish on occasion. She preferred the
younger male crowd for her dinner, enjoying the seduction and energy of the
hunt. Often, her visits were coordinated with Lindsay, who might hear about
certain people intending to visit or revisit the restaurant on a given night.
Other times, she simply felt an urge to go. This was one of the latter and Lindsay
was pleased for the surprise visit.
“Hey Kate. How’s it going? Had dinner yet.”
“Working on it”, she glanced over at a table of college-aged
kids. “The stud in the green shirt has agreed to meet me in the makeout booth.
Seems he needs a little convincing. He wants to finish his dinner with his
friends first – seems they’re celebrating the girl’s soccer match victory and
the kid in blue had agreed to be dinner for the girl who scored the winning
goal. Jason, the other boy, prefers a little more mature audience”, she
grinned.
“Good for you. I wish I could say the same, but it’s been a
slow night so far. I haven’t had any dinner yet and I’ve got to work the
Virtual Vore ride in a bit. Grrrr”, she growled, literally, “So, did you come
here alone tonight?”
"No, I met up with Andra. She took some guy to the make-out
booth. You know Andra – comes here mostly to find a lover for the night. Seemed
to be her type, but I guess this one didn’t measure up. She ended up eating him
or having one of her friends eat him. They just left a few minutes ago.”
Linsday was acquainted with Andra, but was not particularly
close. The woman was a director at an IT firm and was around Kate’s age.
Lindsay didn’t feel much in common with her, though she could see her appeal to
men, with her dark curly hair, bluish-green eyes, olive-skinned complexion and
sneakily flirty and fun personality. In fact, Andra might hit it off quite well
with Darren, should they ever meet. Hopefully, that will never happen, thought
Lindsay.
“Want me to bring you anything. Something to wash down your
dinner with?”
“Nothing to drink. You can bring me the legal documents for
the ‘interrogation’ though. I’m thinking of dinner and a show tonight”, Kate
beamed.
“Sure thing Miss Seductress”, Lindsay teased.
“Oh, by the way. How are things going with that boy toy of
yours? Heard you’ve been traveling out to Frisco quite a bit lately.”
“He might just be the one Kate. I think I really love this
one. He knows just how to push my buttons, if you know what I mean.”
“I do indeed”, laughed Kate. “Wow, that’s great to hear. I’m
so happy for you Lindsay. So, does that mean I’ll never get to see him around
here then?”
“You got that right! Nope, I haven’t even told him about
this place at all. I’ll invite you to meet us for dinner at Bestia. We both
love that place. Be back in a sec with the papers for your guy”.
On her way over to the bar area, where the legal miniaturization
forms were located, she stopped by to check up on a table of four young men to
see if they needed anything. The men had been ogling the women in the Dish,
both patrons and servers, and one had even catcalled her earlier. Originally a
group of five (Juan, Billy, Jeremy, Arthur, and Ralph), one had joined Megan
Jones, niece of the manager Meghyn, in a private booth. She saw that two of the
men seemed to be arguing. It seemed that three of them had made up their minds
to get shrunk down after having witnessed one of the servers, Jackie, perform a
very sexualized voring of two volunteers up in the dance area. They
had followed the girl downstairs into the restaurant, but hadn’t seen her in
awhile, and they reasoned that she must have gone on break. Lindsay overheard
the gist of their conversation as she approached.
“Dude, you don’t have the balls to get shrunk”, chided Juan,
a young man of Puerto-Rican descent who sported a neat thin mustache and a
short clean haircut. He was mocking his friend, Billy, who was reluctant to go
through with the process, even though he had been just as enamored as Juan and
the others while they watched Jackie swallow her volunteers. The look on the
faces of the shrinkies as they were eaten, mewling and moaning in pleasure as
Jackie performed her ministrations of mouthplay on them, was seared into his
memory.
Lindsay was only too willing to join the playful banter. She
knew their names after she had taken their table. “Yeah, c’mon Billy. Grow a
set”, she cupped one hand around an imaginary scrotum, as if she were fondling
him, “I double dog dare you. I know you want to.”
The combination of what he’d witnessed, his friend’s prodding,
and Lindsay’s teasing was enough to edge Billy over the hump.
Lindsay
soon had the paperwork in hand for both tables.
--
The Interrogation Room, affectionately called the ‘make-out
room’ by many, was a special shrink ray room. It had only recently been
installed to the Dish. The shrink ray in this room was extra focused, featuring
newer technology. The usage of the Interrogation room cost a premium price.
That’s because if offered the couple a chance for hands-on contact throughout,
before and after shrinkage. This room had a lounger as well as a special chair
with restraints. The shrink ray was focused on the center of the chair, the
button to invoke the ray was remote controlled, the remote having a stretchable
chord originating from the lounger, but stretching as far as the restraint chair
if need be.
The functionality of this room allowed for a person to sign
the contract and then have fun with their would-be consumer and, if the person
so chose, they could back out from being shrunk. Of course, the willingness of
the consumer would often come into play, especially if the person was in the
restraint chair. The room was called the Interrogation room because
theoretically, the consumer would try to convince the person to get shrunk and
consumed. What methods were used by the consumer was entirely up to them, as
stated in the legal contract. To this end, there were cabinets that contained
special ‘toys’ to assist the would-be consumer.
--
Thursday 6:30pm, Forbidden Dish
Jeremy was taking a much-needed rest. He had been dancing
with his friends on the club level for the past 40 minutes. His buddies had
decided to leave, having struck out on conversations with the blue-bracelet
wearing women and girls that they had interacted with. Jeremy had decided to
stay. He had caught the eye of a beautiful redhead earlier in the evening when
they had arrived and started their night with a few cold ones. She had been
with friends as well and looked to be around his age, early twenties. Now, as
her friends continued on the dance floor, she had decided to seek a table
nearby. Once again, they made eye contact. She raised an eyebrow, pointing to
her blue bracelet, than seeing the realization on his face, she had blushed a
bright red, smiling as she looked down at her table. Then she looked back up at
him, giving him a wide grin.
He smiled, getting up and moving towards her table.
“Hello gorgeous..”, he began.
She snorted, having heard that line before, “Hello delicious. Care to join me?”
“Sure”, he said, taking a chair.
“So, what’s up?”, she asked, eyeing him from head to toe as
he sat down.
“Not too much. Just taking a break. My friends are out there
dancing.”
“Mine too. I’m not much of a dancer, I’m afraid. I was
hoping to catch a bite to eat.”
“Oh, in that case, I’ll join you”, Jeremy said, not
realizing how that sounded.
“I was hoping you’d say that. Shall we get in line?”
“Oh, no”, he laughed, “sorry to give you the wrong
impression. I’m just hanging out with friends, seeing if there’s a friendly
face or two in the crowd.”
“Well, I’m a friendly face”, she frowned in a faux pouty
face, her eyes almost pleading.
Jeremy nodded, “Jeremy”, he said, extending his hand.
“Megan”, she replied, taking and shaking his hand lightly.
“Nice to meet your acquaintance”, Jeremy said.
“Yours too. You sure you aren’t interested in being my
dinner?”
“Yeah. Thanks for the offer though. If I had wanted someone
here to eat me, you would have been a good choice. ”
“Well, you know”, she paused, “there is a way we can have a
little fun, if you let me try to talk you into becoming my food.”
“Nah. I’m not interested in getting shrunk down..”
“No, No. Not like that.”
Jeremy looked confused, “What then?”
"There’s a special room. It’s only been around a little
while. It allows a couple to fool around while the guy makes up his mind
whether he’ll let himself get shrunk down. It costs a lot to reserve the room,
but it’s up to the guy whether he walks out of there intact or in some girl’s
stomach.”
“I don’t know..”, he started.
“Come on. It’ll be fun. At the very least, we’ll get to know
each other a lot better”, she said,
arching her eyebrow and smiling.
To Jeremy, this sounded like a decent offer. The girl looked
even hotter up close. He liked her voice and her personality seemed cute,
although he was weary that she had made it know she wanted to eat him. The only
reservation was the cost.
As if reading his mind, Megan said “I’ll even split the cost
with you. That way, you’ll know I’m not just gonna leave you high and dry in
there.”
“Uh, ok”, Jeremy agreed. This might not be a fruitless visit
after all. Of course, he was planning to have his fill of fun with Megan before
he finally turned her down. Maybe he’d even lead her on a bit, get her to think
he might go through with being shrunk if it turned her on.
“Great”, she exclaimed. She waved to a nearby barmaid.
“Hi Nibs. How can I help you?”, said the barmaid.
“We need the consent waiver forms for him”, she nodded
towards Jeremy, “the ones for the Interrogation Room.”
“Sure thing honey”, the barmaid winked at her, “I’ll be back
in a minute.”
“Uh…consent waiver?”
“Yep. You sign that you consent to go forward with being
shrunk if, after being in the Interrogation Room, you decide to get shrunk. It
just saves time if you decide to go through with it. I’ll show you on the form
where it says you’re not obligated to decide to go that route.”
A slight doubt crept up Jeremy’s spine, but he took it in
stride. He could handle himself. There was no way he was going to allow this
girl, no matter how hot she was, to convince him to get shrunk and eaten. Still,
he felt excited. Perhaps it was the thrill of anticipation from some deep-down
primal fantasy that he had kept buried deep within his soul.
“Hey, um, how come that server called you Nibs?”, he
inquired.
“Oh, just a nickname. The girls around here know me”, she
smiled mischievously.
--
Minutes later, after signing the forms, paying for the usage
of the room and skipping by the line for the regular shrink booth, Megan had
him to the door to the Interrogation Room. Later, they both had stripped
clothes and had worked out on the lounger for some time. The next thing Jeremy
knew, he was strapped into the restraint chair, his legs spread wide and his
arms over his head. After fumbling around in her purse, she had taken a nude
strip of what looked like gummy-like or plasticy material and snapped what
turned out to be an edible cock & ball ring around the base of his package,
making it stand out prominently. The shrink ray was pointing down at his abs. His
chest had been whipped red. In front of him, Megan was peppering his vulnerable
testicles. She had started out with light taps, but was now bringing up the
crop quite forcefully, again and again.
Jeremy was beside himself with surprise and fear. How had he
allowed himself to get in this position. He knew his life was now in great
danger to this seductress-come-dominatrix. He hadn’t seen that coming. She had
seemed such a nice girl. He looked down at his cock, erect and as hard as it
had ever been in his young life. Pre-cum was dripping out of it.
Oh yes, now he vaguely remembered. They had been having such
a good time, hands all over each other. When he had tried to gain entry, she
had slithered out from under him and mentioned something about her ‘kinky’
side. She had asked him to ‘trust her’. In his sexually heightened state, his
brain had ceded control to his little head. If he had a free hand, he would
slap himself in the forehead for his stupidity.
“Please”, he sighed.
“Are you ready?”, she said anxiously, breathlessly, her free
hand holding a remote control.
“I’ll do anything you want. Just”, he gritted his teeth as
she hit him again, “…please stop busting my nuts.”
“Oh, goody”, she pulled her safety glasses (which she had
worn like a tiara) over her eyes. She stepped two paces back and pressed the
button. A beam of blinding light gleamed from over her shoulder, focusing on
Jeremy’s midsection. After a couple moments, Megan looked and, behold, on the
restraint chair, his body still naked and splayed, was a three inch version of
Jeremy. His tiny form looked stunned and his arms and legs remained sticking
out as if he were in a state of paralysis. The little cock & ball ring, being
organic, had shrunk with him.
Stooping down, Megan picked up the tiny figure by his hips
and brought it up close to her face. The little guy seemed to finally be
regaining his senses and was rubbing his arms and blinking rapidly. She brought
him up above her nose, his legs splaying just above it. She seemed to give him a little sniff.
“Jeremy..?”
“Uh, yes..yes, Megan.”
“I’ll tell you why the girls call be Nibs”, she began,
looking down at him ominously, “it’s short for The Nibbler. Atleast, that’s what
the servers call me. My friends call be ‘the ball whisperer’.”
(Megan with shrunken Jeremy)
She playfully licked his cinched scrotum with the tip of her
tongue, which she had twisted up into a hard ball. “These amazing little things
– the more worked up I get a guy, the more they churn that special juice. It’s
these two things that make you guys vulnerable. Vulnerable to our suggestions
and your secret desires. Tell you what - I’ll issue you a challenge – as long
as you don’t cum, I won’t keep you shrunk down and eat you. If you cum, I will eat you, starting with these tasty
morsels.”
“But, I want to
cum”, he argued.
“That makes two of us”, she chuckled, I want to milk you
dry. She breathed on him and his already stiff cock twitched.
Reaching her lips up again, the mostly closed lips sucked
his balls in. Jeremy was in heaven. His back arched, his arms reaching up to
try to gain some handhold in that indention between her mouth and nose.
“Mmmm…mmmm”, she moaned loudly. She was slurping his little
sack in her mouth, separating his balls and swirling them around gently. She
allowed his little cock to dangle by her upper lip as she edged him along. Her
other hand played with her clit.
The excitement was too much for him. Jeremy came, his little
cock spewing his cum on her upper lip. In the next moment, he felt her teeth
clench on his scrotum and they were separated from him, blood spurting up into
Megan’s mouth. She sucked his lower body into her mouth now, his upper torso
sticking out. In tremendous pain, his little arms pushed with all his might
against her upper lip.
“Oh..oh gawd”, he was
able to get out before she sucked in the rest of him and swallowed him down in
one motion. “Gulp.”
“Thanks for trusting
me”, she said after catching her breath, with a slight cackle. “You were
delicious.”
She quickly gathered her clothes and dressed. Then she went
back to join her friends in the club.
--
Lindsay was having a bit of a slow night working the
restaurant. She was pondering the bowl of unwilling which had just a few
tinies, 2 men and 1 woman, when Jackie came through the swinging doors into the
kitchen.
“Hey Linz. Got someone out there says they’re looking for
you. A real looker too. Let me know if don’t want him. I’ll be happy to gobble
him up. Rachael put him at one of your tables, # 18.”
Lindsay’s stomach growled, but she thought she’d best attend
to the new customer first. “Ok, I’ll be right out.”
Perhaps the new customer would be her dinner. Almost all who
asked for her by name ended up in her tummy, after all. She brightened her face
and walked down the rows of tables.
As she approached table 18, her mouth dropped.
“Darren?!”
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