Dinner Dates episode 2 - Justin Gets
Eaten
Lindsay listened with amusement to the three college girls
surrounding a young man. She’d just brought drinks to the small group. They
were trying to talk the guy into getting shrunk. The guy was holding out thus
far and apparently they were awaiting a couple more friends before ordering
shrinkies. Lindsay decided to listen in before going to her next table and it
was a slow night. The girls, all brunettes, seemed to be friends with the guy.
"Please Brad, won't you let me try it on you",
said a particularly cute freckle faced girl with chocolate-colored hair. He gave her a mischievous grin and shook his
head. Apparently, he enjoyed the attention all the girls were giving him and
liked being the object of their affections. He was definitely playing
hard-to-get. He wasn’t saying ‘no’, but he wasn’t being agreeable either.
"Give it up Lisa, you know the frat boy's holding out
for Tabby", said a black-haired bespectacled girl who was sipping on her
ginger-ale.
"I dunno why she's so special", grumbled the
brown-haired third girl, "you know she's gonna do 'her thing'", she
held up air quotes, causing the other girls to laugh.
"What thing?", asked Brad, growing curious.
Obviously, he had feelings for this person named Tabby.
"You know, she does this...thing",
Lisa said, snorting, "I can't explain it", she said, fighting back a
laugh when Brad gave her a pointed look. She looked to her friend for help.
"You describe it Bianca."
The brunette wearing glasses explained, "If Tabby sees
a guy with a hard dick, she does this thing where she makes a noise and points
with her index fingers towards the guy's private parts."
Brad's face cringed. He took a swig of his beer. "Why
does she do that?"
"I dunno", said the third girl, named Brenda,
"but it's really funny when she does it. And whether she’s about to screw
a guy or she’s about to eat him, if they have an erection, she makes a big
event out of it."
Brad apparently didn't think so. "That's weird."
Perhaps he was rethinking his impression of Tabitha. He’d crushed on the girl
all semester and had taken her on one date. Regardless of her quirks, he
thought the girl had a rockin’ body.
"You can say that again", said Brenda.
"I think she just likes hard cock", whispered Lisa
into his ear.
Lindsay chuckled to herself lightly. She had other tables.
“Ladies and Brad, just let me know when you’re ready to order or”, she looked
at Brad, “when you’re ready for your papers. I’ll be around.”
--
He had made up his mind. He was going to die. Justin was
done. He had a boring office job in a boring career field. Oh sure, it promised
excitement and travel when he was hired on out of college. And there had been
plenty of travel, for his bosses. They would go to corporate dinners at five
star restaurants with everything paid for. They would travel to do business in
Europe and Asia. They would take extra vacation time. Meanwhile, Justin worked away in his cubical
with his boss taking credit for his work. Justin didn't have a relationship
going currently. Sure, he was young and attractive, but most of the time, he
was painfully shy. He didn't have many friends. He did a bit of running and
weight lifting, but that was about it when it came to hobbies, unless you
counted reading books. He went to church, but didn't sign up for any church
clubs. He didn't do online dating because he considered it a desperate act and
a poor way to meet anyone. None of the few friends were particularly close.
Justin walked into the restaurant. It was dimly lit, but not
so much that it was cast in shadows. It had just the perfect amount of lighting
to fit the mood.
A few old fashioned flickering lanterns were even on the
wall here and there. A fire burned in a stone fireplace off to the left of the
large room and gave off the smell of wood-smoke. The white walls were rimmed with dark wood
that matched the furniture. There were tables scattered here and there. A long
oak bar dominated the right side of the room. Shiny brass gleamed at the draft
taps. A hallway that lead to another room was to the immediate right. A set of
stairs off to the left promised that the
building had other, cozy places to dine. The ambiance was one of a very old,
but extremely expensive tavern. It was a
place that had seen many people come and go. Justin, just turning twenty-one,
felt relaxed as he took in the sight and smell of the place. It was warm and
cheery.
"Welcome to the the Dish," said the girl behind a
pedestal next to the entrance. "Do you have a reservation sir?"
To Justin, it sounded like the girl was trying a faux
English accent and she did a decent job with it.
She was pretty, though not breathtakingly so. She was
perhaps between twenty five and thirty years old. A fedora hat was perched upon her head, from
which long red hair flowed down nearly to her waist. She wore a black colored
shirt and a pair of white trousers. She had womanly curves. She was cute and
friendly but also professional.
"Yes, I have a reservation," said Justin. He gave
her his name.
"May I see your id?", she inquired, holding out a
white-glove hand. He looked like he might be under the required age of
twenty-one for reserving a table (though the dance club and bar area above
admitted those eighteen and older). He handed her his id and she briefly
scanned it, a smile coming to her face.
"Splendid sir," said the girl, nodding as she
continued with her faux accent. She consulted a list of notes in front of
her. "I see you've just turned
twenty-one as of today. Happy birthday. Perhaps we can make it a special
birthday for you. This is no doubt your first time here?"
"How could you tell?" asked Justin.
"Let's see. You're kinda young. You spent a few seconds
looking around," said the girl. "Besides, I've never seen you before.
Not that we get a lot of repeat business from guys, given the, ahem, nature of our restaurant", she
smiled with a twinkle in her eye.
"That…does make sense," agreed Justin.
"My name is Rachael," said the girl. "Let me
take you to your seat."
Rachael took Justin's coat and hung it on a rack. Then she
led him to a table. "Your waitress will be right over," she promised
before returning to her post at the door.
Listening to the fire crackle cheerly nearby, Justin noticed
there were just a small amount of other customers in the room, including one
woman and two men. The woman looked to be about thirty-five or so and of
Hispanic origin. She was fairly attractive and dressed in a nice skirt. She
sipped red wine at the bar and seemed disinterested in everything around her.
Another man, down at the end of the bar, drank a dark beer and watched the
pretty barmaid behind the counter. He looked to be of average height. He had
dark hair and broad shoulders which were hunched over his drink. He seemed to
be lost in thought. The third man was at another table. He looked to be fairly
on into his forties. He was fat and looked rather jolly. He had a relaxed
attitude that suggested familiarity with the restaurant. Finally, in the corner
some distance away was a group of college kids, three girls and a guy. The
girls were all dressed to kill, showing lots of skin, while the guy was wearing
a simple collared shirt and slacks.
"Hi I'm Kara," said a cute black-haired young girl
walking up. Aside from missing the fedora, she was dressed identically to
Rachel. She smiled a wide smile at Justin. "What's your pleasure
sir?"
"Beer I suppose," said Justin. "A Sam Adams
Winter?"
"You got it stud," said Kara and walked back to
the bar to fetch his drink. She returned
a moment later with a menu.
"I am guessing it's your first time here," she
began. "How it works is, generally you get dinner tonight. You can make a
decision on who on our staff gets you. Then meet the lucky lady for
dinner," she winked at him as if they were sharing a secret.
"So it's true?" said Justin. "What
I've heard about this place?"
Kara laughed. It was a genuinely cheerful laugh and Justin
didn't feel that she was enjoying a joke at his expense.
"Of course it
is honey. Everything it says on the website is true. Pick out a waitress, a
barmaid or even Rachael at the door there.
We'll make your dream come true. You can also pick out a patron with a
blue bracelet, but we’re a little slow tonight."
"What about you?" asked Justin.
"Me? Sure, if you've already decided. But I would look
at the menu first. It gives a list of possible people to choose from." She
spoke like she had had the conversation often before.
"No - I mean...do you have corresponding
fantasies?" asked Justin.
Kara smiled patiently. "I don't mind vore. I can't say
that I get off on it. It's fun to swallow people but no, I'm not turned on by
it. Some of our staff is though. Danielle," she pointed to a brown haired
woman behind the bar, "she gets a kick out of it. So does Jamie..."
she looked around as if to point her out.
"But I don't see her right now. A few other members of
the staff do too, but some of us are just here for the money. Misty can eat a
dozen guys, but she would just as soon be eating grapes for all she cares. It's
all about the bottom line to her. Don't
forget, if you can't find someone on the staff that you like, which is doubtful
if I do say so myself, you can always come around on a Friday or Saturday
night. Usually there are plenty of female customers who wander in looking for a
nice guy to eat."
"You mean girls can just walk in here and eat
people?" asked Justin in surprise.
"Of course, sweetie, as long as she’s of
age. But it always has to be consensual between both parties. The person being
eaten has to agree to be eaten. No one will force you to be eaten here, at
least not until you've been shrunk. After that it's too late to back out. It's
on the fine print in the menu about being eaten."
"So - once I'm shrunk there is no turning back?"
said Justin, making sure.
"Yup. It’s happened to me a few times," said Kara.
"Guys decided they would rather not be eaten. Staff members like me can
agree to give them to another diner, but we can't put them back to their normal
size. If you choose another customer to be eaten by, then she has the right to
eat you no matter what you say."
"So what you're saying is to make this choice carefully."
Kara shrugged. "If you show up in this restaurant, then
most people are pretty serious about being eaten. Or eating someone as the case
may be. I'll leave you to the menu and come back later to see if you want
anything to eat before you decide who you want to eat you."
She left and Justin opened the rather thick menu. This was
kind of surreal to him. He’d had some doubt that people were really
eaten...that it was just some sort of gimmick to get customers in the door. But
now, he was less sure of that.
The first few pages of the menu were decidedly ordinary, if
not a little extravagant. There were steaks, ribs, lobsters, oysters, salads,
fruits, sandwiches, soups and every type of fine dining available. There was
also a separate menu of liquor, boasting a wide variety of beers, wines
and alcohols. The prices were quite expensive, but not many
people were coming here just for the ‘regular’ food, Justin suspected. As
Justin came across the ‘alternate menu’, he turned the pages of the menu until
he came across a page called "List of Possible Consumers."
On the next page began a list of every employee in the
restaurant. All but two were female and each had their own page. On each page
was a portrait picture of their face, and full length front and back pictures. The first person was
named Bethany. She was beautiful. Justin's eyes lingered over the picture. It
said that she was a waitress. She had been attracted by the prospect of eating
men and enjoyed doing so. She had been on staff for three years and had no
intention of leaving. The next page gave
information and pictures of a woman named Colby. She was older, but still quite
attractive. She had a pretty face, large breasts and a very pretty tush. According
to her writeup, she was a popular choice for those seeking to be eaten. She was
a barmaid. She had no sexual interest in vore but was always willing to send a
tasty man or woman down her throat. No
doubt for the commission she got for eating them on top of her normal salary.
The pages went on and on. Seventeen in all. Kara was in
there, as was Rachel. Justin felt confused by the choices. Who should he have
eat him? He honestly couldn't decide.
"A bit overwhelming isn't it?" asked a voice.
Justin looked up and noticed that the woman at the bar was
standing next to him. She had not been in the menu list.
"May I sit?" she asked. Justin rose and nodded.
They both sat.
"You looked a little distraught," said the woman.
"It's understandable really. It's quite a big decision to go through with
being eaten. Picking someone out to eat you is even harder, especially given
the variety of girls here."
She glanced around her as a short distance away, another
young woman in a black shirt and white pants walked by on some unknown
errand. Justin nodded, glad that she
understood but curious as to who she was.
"That's why my boyfriend had me eat him," she
said. "He loved me although we had been together only a few weeks. Strange
to think he will be with me from now on, as part of me."
"You mean you just ate
him?" asked Justin, surprised. The notion that a girl would eat her own
boyfriend had not even occurred to him. He had thought that only women without
men would come here.
"Mmm hmm," said the woman, as if it were an
every-day ordinary event. She tossed her black hair behind her shoulders and
looked at her watch. "About twenty
minutes ago. He didn't really wiggle. It was easier than I expected. Although
I'll have to get used to not having him around. Of course it helped that we
hadn't been dating that long."
“Wow. So you came here just to swallow your boyfriend down?”
"People on the menu are not the only ones who could do
any eating, and I didn't see you in there." said the woman.
"Wait. You don't work here?" asked Justin,
incredulously.
"No," said the woman. "You can get someone
else to eat you, assuming both of you are willing. It does cost a lot more
though. Not that Carlos minded. Carlos was my boyfriend. He had the cash and it
wasn't like he was going to need it after I swallowed him. He paid the bill eagerly
and then gave me the rest of his substantial money. I am still getting used to
the idea of being a millionaire."
"So what's it like?" asked Justin thoughtfully.
"Being a millionaire?" asked the woman.
"No. Swallowing someone haha”, Justin
said nervously. He was curious to understand things from the predator’s
perspective.
"Oh. It was okay, I guess. Honestly, I didn't get much
out of it. He was tasty I suppose, but he went right down. Nice and easy.
Didn't even struggle."
"Do you think you'll eat more people?" asked Justin.
"No. Probably not. I would have to find someone to want
to be eaten. I guess that would be easy in a place like this since they
advertise for that. But I don't think I care enough to try. I suppose I could get
a job here if I feel like pursuing it, but I really don't. I am going to go
enjoy my money and find some attractive young man to spend the rest of my life
with."
"Well congratulations and good luck. I'm going to find
someone who wants to swallow me," said Justin.
"Oh? Well, you might not change your mind given the
attractiveness of the ladies who work here. Hell, I'm straight as an iron and
even I notice the girls walking around."
"Well, you're not so bad yourself," pointed out
Justin.
"Your sweet, but I'll let you get back to the menu. I'd
stay, but there really is no point is there?"
What do you mean?"
"I am recently single. Wouldn't mind a date with you.
But you want to be eaten, so there is not much point in getting to know you
well. Thanks for letting me talk a bit. It was what I needed."
"You're most welcome." They shook hands and she
walked off. Justin watched her go. It was odd to think she had eaten her
boyfriend. Still, this was why he had come here.
A fleeting thought entered his mind as he watched her leave
– should I really go through with this.
That chick thought I’d be good to date. She was hot. And rich now. It
didn’t linger long. Nah, she’d just end
up eating me like the previous guy.
--
It was while indulging in his fantasy (vorefilia) online
when he came across the restaurant. ‘Become our meal. We would love to eat you!’
The advertisement had been accompanied by a beautiful woman raising a tiny man
to her lips and obviously preparing to swallow the poor fellow. Justin had
believed it to be too good to be true.
Perhaps some online chat room or community. But upon
clicking the link, he had been taken to the online site of a real restaurant.
He investigated further and found that for a substantial
price, one could pay to be eaten by a pretty woman on staff. Justin had been
uncertain when he called. The woman on the other end sounded pleasant enough.
She told him that they did indeed swallow people who paid to be shrunk. Justin
had made a reservation for the following week. Now, Tuesday night, he was sitting in the restaurant,
picking out the girl to eat him. Bethany looked nice... and so did Kim.
"Hi," said a girl, interrupting his musings and
sliding into the seat across from Justin. Justin had jumped when she spoke. He
had been concentrating so hard on the menu. "Looking over the girls
huh?"
"Yes," said Justin, checking her out. She was in
her late twenties, blonde and good looking.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Justin," he said.
"Justin.." said the girl, stretching her arms out
as she did so. She said it as if she were trying it out on her tongue to see if
she liked it. "Nice. And what do you do Justin?"
"I work in insurance," said Justin. It wasn't a
sexy job to say the least. He wished he could have said ‘firefighter’ or ‘professional
hockey player’, but he couldn't.
"Insurance. Cool," said the girl in a forced
attempt to sound interested. "So - you make a lot of money?" she
asked.
"It always comes down to money," said Justin,
feeling let down. He thought she was genuinely interested in him for a moment.
"Not always. Sometimes I just like to get to know my
dinner," smiled the girl slyly.
"Oh!" said Justin. For a moment he had forgotten
where he was. "You mean you want to eat me?"
"Why do you think I am over here silly? To learn
about insurance?", she laughed lightly, "Granted, I would have loved
to have met you about three months ago when I got in a car accident. Your
expertise would have come in handy then." she shrugged. "Damn
insurance companies. Oh, sorry Justin. I’m sure you're a nice guy."
"No offense taken," said Justin. "I'm used to
people's comments about insurance companies."
"I guess you would have to be," nodded the lady.
"But anyway, the point is dinner. Or to be more specific, me eating you for dinner. Those guys over there," she gestured to the
two men towards the back of the room. "They already chose who they want to
eat them."
Justin looked back where she was pointing. "Danielle
will get that one," she pointed to the girl behind the bar and indicating
the man sitting at the end of the bar as her food. "And the guy at the
table over there picked Meghyn out of the menu." The girl sighed. "Not one of our
livelier nights. Generally on a Saturday night, I've eaten someone by now. But
during the week, it's kind of dead."
"Em...do you eat people often?" asked Justin.
"Four days a week," said the girl. "I LOVE
it!"
"So how long have you been doing this?" asked
Justin.
"About six months," she shrugged. "Good pay,
but that's not why I stay here. Eating people is something I enjoy. I do it for
the fun. The attention."
“I can understand the attention”, he said, giving her a good
lookover. "You're Lindsay," he said, remembering reading about her
from the biography.
"Guilty," said Lindsay with a wink.
Justin opened the menu and read her biography. ‘Lindsay
started out by frequenting the restaurant and looking for boys to eat. Finding
that she enjoyed eating men, she participated in the Miss Vore Competition and
came in second place. She has been on staff since June and has enjoyed eating
boys ever since’.
"So you won a vore competition?" asked Justin.
"Not much of a competition actually," shrugged
Lindsay. "I didn't have to do much. Mostly just walk around in a bikini
and eat a few guys on stage that had signed up to be my snacks. I think half of
the competition was about how good you looked in a bikini. I had to do a few
tricks, like catch a guy in my mouth. But for the most part it was pretty much
modeling, getting votes and eating people."
"I wish I had been there. I'd have loved to have been
your dinner." said Justin wistfully.
Lindsay laughed, opening her mouth wide enough that Justin looked
into her mouth. She had a pretty tongue. He could see the back of her throat.
It looked inviting. "You still can be my dinner if you would
like," she said. "I could eat you tonight."
The look of lust that crossed Justin's face was
unmistakable. "Um...I think I might like that," he said.
"You've made your decision then?" she asked.
"I think so," said Justin.
"Remember, if I shrink you then I am going to eat
you," Lindsay pointed out seriously. "And if you change your mind at
the last minute, then I'll still eat you."
"Have you ever had that happen to you?" asked
Justin.
"Yeah, it happens every so often," said Lindsay.
"Stay here. Unfortunately, agreeing to be eaten comes with some legal
paperwork. I'll get it for you."
"Oh," said Justin, a little surprised. "I
should have known."
--
Lindsay winked at him, rose and walked behind the bar.
Justin watched her tush as she moved. It was very pretty, good-sized and well-muscled,
but also a little jiggly. Lindsay looked over her shoulder, watching him ogling
her backside and smiling. Justin wondered if she worked out. When Lindsay's
rear end disappeared into a back room, Justin looked around the room at the
other two men who had agreed to be eaten.
The man at the bar was talking to the pretty black haired
lady, Danielle, serving him. She smiled sweetly, but seemed to be looking at
him as one would an object. She was clearly flirting and showing off her body.
She wore tight pants and a button down collared black shirt. It was sexy and
modest all at once.
The man sitting at the table towards the back was filling
out paperwork. It was probably the same form that Justin himself would have to
endorse. A very beautiful tall blonde-haired lady was prompting him as to
different places where he should sign. At another table across the way, he
noticed that a young man was smiling as a gaggle of college-aged girls teased
him. He had a pen in his hand and was perusing the forms, but they were making
it difficult for him to concentrate as they whispered into his ears and were
taking turns caressing his neck and face and fondling his body, particularly
the muscles on his arms, chest and shoulders. Finally, the guy gave up on
reading through it and flipped to the last page where he signed.
--
Lindsay reappeared with the form. Justin appreciated how
beautiful she was as she walked towards him. She slid into the chair across
from him and passed him a small packet of papers. Sure enough, it looked
similar to the one the other man had been signing.
"You should read through it," cautioned Lindsay.
"After all, it will be the last paperwork you ever have to do. Once you
are done, you're all mine."
Justin flipped through the papers. There was something in
there cautioning that once shrunk, Justin would be eaten. There was a lot more
about signing the document without coercion, that the restaurant or the
consuming party could not be sued or legally challenged for considering him
food and that if life insurance was not obligated to pay it was also not the
fault of the restaurant. Justin had seen plenty of legal forms in his line of
work. Whomever the restaurant had hired to draw up this little contract had
done their homework. It was about as thorough as they came.
(Justin looking over his contract, image by PionixLLC)
Justin didn't care.
He had seen plenty of forms like this one in his life. It made him happy to
think this would be the last one. He signed on the dotted line where is said
'to be consumed'.
Lindsay grinned, signed the other side of the x where it
said 'consumer.' Then she was off to file the form, but promised to return very
soon. En route, she stopped by the table of college girls and took the forms
that Brad had filled out to file as well.
--
Kara returned to Justin with another beer, saying that it
was on the house. Justin killed the last of his first round and then started
drinking the second.
"Went with Lindsay, huh?" asked Kara.
"Yeah. Um. No offense. I mean, you're pretty and
all..."
"No worries stud," said Kara. "I've eaten
plenty of people the past few nights. Besides, Lindsay loves to eat guys. You
should have seen the big grin on her face when she went to file your paperwork.
You'll probably be the only guy she eats during her whole shift since it's so
quiet. I bet it makes her night.”
“Oh and here she comes. Hey Lindsay," she said as Lindsay
pulled up in front of the table.
"What are you doing talking to my dinner?" asked
Lindsay teasingly as she grinned at the two of them.
"Just telling him how much you like eating guys,"
said Kara.
"Mmm. Yeah!" Lindsay licked her lips.
"I bet he tastes good," speculated Kara. "I
think he looks yummy." She said it the same way that someone might
discuss food in a bakery window.
They both must be very
used to eating guys by now, thought Justin.
"They're all yummy," said Lindsay with a wolfish smile
at Justin that made him excited.
"See what I mean about Lindsay loving to eat
guys?", whispered Kara to Justin. Justin didn't respond.
Lindsay leaned over the table at him so he could see down
her shirt. Her boobs were large and beautiful, her skin smooth and immaculate.
"Come with me," grinned Lindsay. "I'm going to shrink you
down."
Justin followed Lindsay to a back room. By intent or design,
the sway of her hips and buttocks were beautiful and somewhat mesmerizing.
Lindsay led them to a dark room where she invited Justin to stand in a glass
and metal chamber which was marked "Shrinking Machine" in large red
block letters. Along the side of the device were warning signs in yellow that
said;
‘STAND CLEAR WHILE OPERATING" and "ENSURE DOOR IS
PROPERLY CLOSED AND SECURELY FASTENED BEFORE SHRINKING.’
Lindsay gestured for Justin to step inside. Once he was
safely inside, she locked the door behind him and then went to begin fiddling
with several buttons that obviously controlled the device. Her face was lit by
the blinking of several lights on the control panel. It made her look eerie and
beautiful all at once.
"Okay Justin," said Lindsay in a voice that
suggested she was all business while working the machine. "I'm going to
shrink you down to about three inches tall.
That's my favorite size to swallow people I like. Oh, by the way. What I
am supposed to say at this juncture is that you have your last chance to back
out of your agreement. If you back out now, you can still walk out of the
restaurant tonight."
Justin was feeling sweaty. Several thoughts went through his
mind quickly. Was this what he wanted? Did he want to be eaten alive? Digested
alive? Now that his fantasy was about to come true, it seemed so much scarier
than he thought it would. That girl over there was going to eat him if he
didn't speak up. Should he go through with it? He was still pondering that
when...
"But since you can't get out of there before I shrink
you, I really don't care how you feel about it. I want to eat you
and THAT, as they say, is THAT!"
She punctuated the last word of her sentence with punching
some button on the control panel and suddenly a blinding green light flashed
over Justin.
It took a few moments for Justin to come to his senses. When
he did, he saw a gigantic pair of jean clad legs before him.
"Well, now you're just the right size,"
said Lindsay's voice above him. High in the sky above him the beautiful woman
looked at him. She bent over to pick him up with her forefinger and thumb.
"Now it's time to have a little fun," said
Lindsay. "It's your last few moments alive. I like it when the guys I eat
enjoy them. Why don't we explore the outside of me before I make you explore
the inside?"
She carried him into another room that was empty save for a
desk with a light on it, and a pole that went from floor to ceiling. A disco
ball spun above it, casting light here and there.
"So," said Lindsay. "What kind of music do
you like? You get one song. Make it a good one."
"I... I don't know," said Justin. His brain seemed
to be dead. He probably couldn't have told her his favorite band if she had
asked. The whole idea that she was going to swallow him dominated his mind.
"Yeah, sorry about that," frowned Lindsay as she
deposited him on the desk. "I was supposed to ask you that before I shrank
you. It's not very often that someone can tell me a good song when they are
thinking about me eating them. How about I choose a song for you? It might be a
good idea. Besides, you'll be a part of me soon, so that will be the kind of
music you will like anyway."
"Uh..Okay," nodded Justin, uncertainly.
"Great," said Lindsay. She started walking away
from him but then began removing her clothes. Soon she was wearing nothing but
a black thong and bra. Her body was amazing. Justin watched her now naked
buttocks as she walked over to a computer and typed in a few words.
Music began to play. Justin vaguely recognized the song as
'Jagged Little Pill,' which struck him as oddly appropriate even if it wouldn't
have been his song of choice. She had
started the song mid-track. A moment later, it didn't matter because Lindsay
danced. She danced slowly and sensually. She exhibited her breasts, her
buttocks and rather emphasized her tight stomach for Justin. He was mesmerized
by her.
As she danced closer to him, she reached out and picked him
up. Dragging him across her belly, and along her right breast she then held him
in front of her face. He was upside down. He was breathing heavily from observing
her dancing.
She grazed her tongue from the tip of his erect cock to his
scrotum. She did it again, sending a thrill up Justin's spine. His whole little
body quivered. Suddenly he realized that he was about to be eaten. Lindsay
opened her mouth and quick as a wink, she pushed Justin inside. He found himself lying on her tongue. Her
mouth was warm and wet. It was a delightful temperature change from the room
Lindsay was in, which was somewhat cold.
The songs lyrics continued:
I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone
I recommend walking around naked in your
living room
Saliva trickled around Justin as Lindsay moved her tongue
around, manipulating him with expert ease.
Justin was liberally coated with saliva now. It felt so good to Justin
that all power of thought switched to his genitalia and how she was massaging
his little package. His cock had swollen to it’s zenith and it strained to push
beyond it’s physical bounds. His balls had scrunched tightly within his scrotum
and they churned away in preparation.
“Oh, oh”, he muttered as he neared his climax.
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
Suddenly there was a slight change in the slant of Lindsay's
tongue. Justin realized that she was tilting her head back and squeezing him
against the roof of her mouth. It was exactly what someone did before…
“No, wait!”, he hollered, “I’m so close…”
Lindsay swallowed!
It feels so good (swimming in your stomach)
With a loud "gulp," and the sound of flesh
pressing Justin into flesh, he was propelled from the tongue into the ringed
muscles of the esophagus. Strong muscles forced him downwards and despite all
the strength Justin possessed, he could barely stop his downward motion.
“No!”, Justin screamed, “I didn’t get…”
Lindsay swallowed again.
He landed in her stomach and tumbled to the bottom of the
pit. He was coated in saliva and mucus. The heat was intense. Well no one said
anything about the inside of Lindsay's belly being wonderful.
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
Justin wondered how many people had passed through here.
Quite a few, he knew, but for some reason his mind seemed to demand a concrete
number of men that had proceeded him. Well, it was far too late to ask Lindsay
for that now. Justin struggled and found
that the flesh around him held him but did have some give to it.
He tried to get into a standing position. This proved
difficult as it was slippery to stand and he kept loosing his balance and
falling whenever thought he gained his footing.
Suddenly, everything moved.
Lindsay was moving. She was probably donning her clothes to
walk back to the main part of the restaurant. But now her stomach itself seemed
to move. It contracted in and out and jostled Justin around. Lindsay didn't
appear to have eaten much lately, (except for him of course) and she didn't
seem to have much acid in her stomach. Justin decided to enjoy the fact that she
had made his dreams come true and that he had made her night. He was still incredibly
hard and he began to pleasure himself. Pre-cum from her ministrations was
oozing out of his dick.
He had only just begun when he was distracted by two things.
The first was that it was becoming very hard to breathe. The second was that
his back, which was leaning against her stomach lining, and legs which were
down along the bottom of her stomach in what liquid was left in her stomach,
were beginning to burn.
Justin tried to stand up, but upon moving his hands into the
liquid he found that it burned him more.
He took a breath to cry out, but it was like breathing in the fumes of a
particularly rancid experiment in chemistry class. Oh did his body burn!
Oh man, maybe this
wasn’t such a good idea! He hadn’t realized how painful the digestive
process would be. In fact, he hadn’t given much thought at all to what would
happen after he was swallowed, so enamored was he of Lindsay’s enticingly
beautiful mouth and neck.
He tried to stand and move away from the stomach wall, but
the stomach was jostling him in a steady pattern. On top of that were sporadic
starts and stops and sudden moments where everything seemed to stand on its
head.
Justin realized that Lindsay was now going about her
business in the restaurant. He could
even hear her talking to someone, but couldn't make out enough of the words to
understand what she was talking about. She did say his name a few times, which
made him excited. But the excitement was soon lost in the world of pain in
which he now lived.
He hoped death would come soon. He was practically frantic
with pain. He clawed and climbed to try and get out of the growing pool of
liquid that he now realized was acid. Her stomach had sensed his presence and
was adding more digestive juices to her belly like it would any food.
Any food?, he
realized, I am food. Her food. No
different than anything else Lindsay has ever eaten. The thought kind of turned him on. But the
pain! He was in real agony.
--
Half an hour later Lindsay finished cleaning a few tables.
She walked over to Kara and leaned against the bar. The restaurant was empty of
customers now. They would probably close for the night soon.
"So how's our friend doing?" asked Kara idly.
"Well, like I told you before, he was delicious," said
Lindsay. "But he's dead now. I haven't felt him wiggle for a while. Yummy
though."
“It’s pretty fun, isn’t it? Eating guys”, Kara said with a
contemplative smile.
“Girl, it’s more than just fun. For me”, she added,
caressing her belly, “it’s a need.”
--
Stopping by the group of college girls, she noticed they
were in the middle of eating their shrinkies. She sauntered over quietly to
watch. The two girls who had joined were both blonds, though one had dirty
blond hair and the other was a platinum blond. It seemed they were down to
their last shrinky and apparently he was a special one, having been saved exclusively
for Tabitha. The cute brunette, Lisa stood on one side of the table, cupping
her hands while the other four girls watched from the other side.
Slowly, Lisa opened her hands, displaying the shrinky. It
was Brad. The platinum-haired blond looked pleased to see him, “Aw…he looks so
cute.”
"Hey look Tabby", said Lisa, pulling the shrinky's
shorts down from behind and revealing his erection which seemed to point up at
the girls.
Tabitha looked down and her eyes lit up and then a huge
smile appeared on her face. “Ha ha haaaaa”, with both index fingers rigid, she
pointed down at the little guy. "YES!", she exclaimed. All the girls
laughed, including Lindsay as she watched from a distance. Tiny Brad looked
like a deer caught in headlights.
“Eat him, Tabby”, encouraged Brenda.
Tabitha was only too happy to comply. “Gimme that dick”, she
said, rushing forward. “oh god”, Brad squeaked when she scooped him up between
thumb and forefinger around his waist and, bringing him to her face, took him
into her mouth head-first, his little legs flailing as her lips closed around
them. She used her finger to push his butt and sucked the rest of him in. She
took several moments tasting his tiny nude form, lathering him with saliva and
swirling her tongue around him. Her cheeks bulged and she looked like she was
about to smile, until she tilted her head back and gulped him down. She
smacked, then licked her lips, savoring his taste. Opening her mouth, she said
breathlessly “Ahhhh, all gone” to cheers from the other girls.
Lindsay smiled. Another satisfied customer. She passed on
through the rest of the night. She thought about the tiny meal she had eaten
later in the evening, but only once before bed, smiling wickedly.
The End