The Nibbler's Forbidden Adventures: Just Another Night at the
Dish
5 Days earlier (the previous Friday)
‘Coffee and Creams’ was situated in the center of campus,
near to the library. It’s large open windows afforded a panoramic view of the
campus square. There were entrances on both sides of the local coffee house,
with the barista counter circling the center of the building. In that way,
lines could be served on either side if need be.
Jackie took a moment to clean the counter. While she enjoyed
the relaxed nature working at ‘Coffee and Creams’, it provided none of the
thrill she enjoyed at her other job, which she worked on Wednesday and weekend
nights. Still, with the location situated on campus, it was a fun and easy way
to spend her four-hour shifts. She was
able to work the Sunday, Wednesday and Friday 10am to 2pm shifts into her own
twenty-hour class schedule well. Even though it was now summertime and she
wasn’t taking any summer classes herself, she kept the same work schedule.
During the school year, the place was frequented mostly by
her fellow college students and occasional adult or professor. Lone students
would stop in, grab a latte and study in a corner, while groups would come in,
grab a pastry and a coffee or espresso, and hang out while waiting for their
next class. She had several friends that occasionally stopped in to say hello
as well.
This Friday, her shift had been a little slow, even slower
than normal. It was summertime and most
of the students were away, only a fraction staying on campus to take summer
classes. Thus, the ratio of students to adults and professors was greatly
diminished.
She was pleasantly surprised when, looking up, she saw a
young man had entered the building and was approaching the counter. He was
about 6’ tall, handsome, well-built without being overly muscled, dark brown
hair with a chic haircut, a good profile with well-defined jawline, and kind
eyes. He wore casual clothing and had a confident gait, which suggested he was
comfortable in his own skin. Certainly, he was a student, she thought, he must be nineteen or twenty years old
(she was twenty years old herself). Oh
wait, I know that guy. He was in my Finance 101 class this spring.
The Finance 101 class was a large-sized class, held in a
lecture hall. She had remembered him because he was cute. He had tended to sit
in two or three rows below her in the stepped hall.
Jackie put down her cleaning rag and looked up warmly at
him.
(Jackie)
“Hi there. May I help you?”
--
The barista was a real cutie. Something about her looked
familiar, but he couldn’t place it. She was not tall, just 5’ or 5’1”, but she
had an all-over gorgeous tan, one that made you realize the girl took good care
of herself. Her skin just looked healthy. She wore a bit of makeup, but
probably didn’t need it. With her high cheekbones and black hair and lithe
frame, Brock wondered if he could think of a movie star that she resembled. To
him, She looked quite a bit like Scarlett Byrne, the girl who played Pansy
Parkinson in the Harry Potter series. Having outgrown the series, he remembered
it fondly. He had enjoyed it quite a bit when he was younger.
Brock Jenkins looked into her hazel colored eyes as he went
to place his order and his heart melted as she made full eye contact with him.
On occasion, her eyes almost had a feline tilt to them. But on this occasion,
they projected a beautiful warmth. He wasn’t typically nervous around girls,
unless it was one he really, really was attracted to. That had only happened
with two girls in his life and this was number two. In those situations, his
mind went into a full court press to try to appear normal and not obvious.
The first time he had really, really liked a girl, he had
tried too hard to act normally around the girl. In that instance, his acting
must have been top notch, as the girl didn’t even get the hint that he liked
her and unfortunately, the opportunity never presented itself with her again.
Brock was determined not to make the same mistake with this girl. He would be
awkward, yes, nervous, yes, slip over his tongue when talking yes, but he’d
atleast make it known to her that he was attracted to her. If she was as nice a
girl as she looked, she would overlook his stumbling and rambling and begin a
dialogue and hopefully, after a bit, his nerves would calm down and he could
simply be himself.
Atleast, that’s what Brock hoped would happen.
--
“May I help you”, Jackie said again. The young man was staring open-mouthed up at
the menu, appearing not to have heard her. Her friend and co-worker Calista
just rolled her eyes, thinking the boy a flake.
Noticing it, Jackie stomped playfully on her foot, giggling. Calista
could be mean with boys. She didn’t suffer fools.
“Oh, uh, I’m not a big coffee drinker, but I need a bit of
an energy boost. Have any recommendations?”, Brock said, trying to keep his
voice from trembling.
Since there wasn’t another customer in sight, she decided to
indulge the young man. “Hmmm, do you like ice cream?”
“Yeah, I do, but not all kinds.”
“Um, ok, do you like chocolate?”
“Yep. It’s my favorite flavor”, he said, smiling.
“Very good. That helps. Now, would you prefer a hot or cold
drink?”
“Probably a cold drink today”. It was pretty hot outside in
the August heat.
“Sure. Makes sense. How does this sound – an iced Matcha
Latta?”, she said, giving him a pointed look.
“Sounds great.”
“Ok, one iced Matcha Latta coming right up. Why don’t you
just have a seat over there”, she pointed to the closest seat to the counter,
“and I’ll bring it over right after I’ve whipped it up.”
--
“First time here?”, Jackie asked, setting his drink on the
table.
“Uh, yeah, how’d you figure?”. They both laughed.
“Hey, did you take Finance with McCarthy last semester.
6’oclock, Tuesdays and Thursdays?”, she asked.
“Um, yeah”, he said, taking a sip of the drink.
“I thought that was you.”
Brock was flattered that this pretty girl had noticed him.
“Fun class, huh?”. They both rolled their eyes, smiling. The class was a
general elective and they had both found it boring. Noticing each other’s
expression, they both laughed again.
“Brock”, he said, putting his hand out.
“Jackie”, she said, shaking his hand quickly.
Jackie noticed he had taken another small sip.
“Um, so, how does it taste?”
Brock gave it a good gulp, then pulling back the cup, didn’t
realize he’d given himself a bit of a Latta mustache. Not until Jackie giggled
and pointed at it, atleast. Then he laughed too, dabbing above his upper lip
with a napkin.
“It’s very good. Thank you for your recommendation. You have
good tastes.”
You have no idea,
thought Jackie, simply smiling and nodding her head, “you’re welcome.” Then,
seeing that he was preparing to leave, she said, “don’t be a stranger, Brock.”
As he was walking out, he turned again, making eye contact
with Jackie. She winked and smiled at him. Opening the exit door, he smiled
back.
Oh yeah, I think I’ll
visit this place again, he resolved.
3 Days Earlier (previous Sunday)
“Brock, right?”, Jackie said as she smiled at the
approaching young man.
The morning had done well business-wise for ‘Coffee and
Creams’, but at the time Brock walked in, just after 11am, things had dropped
off considerably. Once again, he was the only customer at the counter, with a
couple students sitting at far-away tables, minding to their iPads.
“Wow, I’m impressed. And I don’t even have a name tag like
you, Jackie”, he quipped, noting her nametag, “I think that conclusively proves
you have a better memory than me.”
“Haha, what can I get you?”
“I’d like to try something different today.”
“You didn’t like the Matcha Latta?”, she said, surprised.
“Oh my gosh, you DO have a great memory. Wow.”
“We haven’t had too many customers of late”, she explained
sheepishly, “it being summer and all and most of the students gone…”, she let
the sentence trail off.
“Oh, sure”, he agreed, than getting back on track, “um, I
really enjoyed the Matcha Latta, but…I just wanted to see if you can go two for
two.”
“Uhuh, so this is a challenge?”.
Oh brother!,
thought Calista, watching from the side.
“Uh, yeah”, said Brock, smiling and flirting as much as he
typically allowed himself to do.
“Ok. Hmmm. Do you like tea?”
--
Minutes later, she brought over a Honey Citrus Mint Tea.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t mind if I join you, do you?”, she asked, “I’m due
for a break.”
“Not at all. Have a
seat.”
As she sat down, he took a sip, “Mmmmm. This is great. I can
really taste the honey.”
Jackie took a sip of her drink – she had whipped up two of
the same drinks, one for each of them. She said with a straight face, “Yeah,
we’re really good at our jobs here. This is actually my personal recipe.”
“Wha, huh…really?”, he stammered.
“No”, she snickered.
“Oh”, he felt dumb, but laughed with her.
“Don’t worry about it. I like to kid around”, she paused a
few moments, “so, are you a Finance major then?”
“Ah, no. Can’t stand it actually, but it’s one of the
required classes for my major, which is Computer Science.”
“Computer science. Isn’t that what people call IT? How come
you need a Finance class for that?”
“Yeah, IT and computer science are pretty much the same
thing. My emphasis is on applied
computer science though, and that has a business emphasis”, he explained.
“Oh”, she said, nodding.
“How about you? What’s your…do you have a major?”
“Not yet”, then pausing, she said, “but I think it’ll either
be related to business or physical training.”
“Well, those are pretty disparate paths”, he said.
“Desperate?”, she said, not understanding.
“No, disparate – different paths”, he said.
“Oh. I guess. My other job kind of has both focuses”, she
explained.
“Really? What’s that?”
“Oh, I don’t really like to talk about it too much. I work
as a server over there. It’s off-campus”, she didn’t elaborate further, looking
away with a stoic expression.
After a couple moments of silence, and not wanting to push
down a wrong path, Brock decided to switch topics. “So, are you staying on
campus then?”
“Oh, no, I just live nearby, so I work here year-round,
whether I’m going to classes or not.”
He nodded.
“You?”, she asked.
“I actually live a ways away. Grew up in Vale, Colorado. Me
and my buddies are staying in a dorm here through the summer. We grew up
together - known each other since first grade. We’re pretty close.”
“That’s cool”, she said, adding, “You ought to bring them
in, we like new customers.”
“Sure, next time I’m in, I’ll bring’em. When do you work
next?”
“Um, Wednesday.”
Brock seemed to be studying her. “You know, you looked
familiar to me and I was trying to think of who you looked like. I think I’ve
got it now. Did you ever watch the Harry Potter series?”
“Yep. I saw some of them. There was a bunch of them, wasn’t
there?”, she replied.
Brock nodded.
Jackie continued, “I think I saw a couple in the theater,
and maybe a couple more on TV. But don’t ask me to remember the names of them.”
Brock laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t. But do you remember
that Pansy Parkinson character? The brunette that was in the Slytherin group?”
“Not really. Wait, so you think I look like one of the evil
characters?”, she teased, punching his shoulder playfully, “thanks a lot.”
“Haha, no, just cause she was Slytherin didn’t mean she was
evil. Self-centered maybe, but not necessarily evil. I think you look a lot
like her. She was real pretty”, he said, imagining the character. Oops, did I just say that out loud?, he
thought, blushing.
Jackie just grinned at him. “So, you think I’m pretty huh?”,
she flirted with him and they made eye contact.
Just then, the door opened with a tinkle and a group of five
guys came in, students.
“Whelp, looks like break time’s over”, she said.
Getting up, Brock said “Sure thing. I’ll be back Wednesday.”
“See ya Wednesday Brock”, Jackie said as she moved behind
the counter to assist Calista with the orders.
Next time I’m here,
I’m gonna ask her out, Brock said to himself as gave her a last look before
leaving. As if she was reading his mind, Jackie looked over at him briefly and
smiled, then continued with her work. Though he had dated a few girls in the
past, some of them pretty, Brock had not been serious with any of them.
Although he hadn’t quite mustered up the courage to ask her out this time, he
would endeavor to remedy that the next time he saw Jackie.
Earlier that day (Wednesday)
True to his word, Brock returned to ‘Coffee and Creams’
Wednesday, his buddies Chuck and James in tow as they arrived around
twelve-thirty.
Chuck was a bit heavyset and had grown up across the street
from Brock when Brock’s family had moved to Vale at the age of five. Though not
athletic, Chuck was always up for anything and was a loyal friend. James,
originally a friend of Chuck’s, had befriended Brock shortly thereafter. James was rather good-looking and in-shape,
was typically pretty good at whatever he tried and had seemed to catch the eye
of females from junior-high onward. Brock was sometimes a bit jealous of James’
success on that front, though he felt no malice towards him, as James was
generally good-natured and humble.
“Is that her?”, asked James as they entered Coffee and
Creams. Brock simply nodded. He had told the others that he would likely ask
the girl out today, but he was a bit nervous about it and he was not in the
mood to get teased about liking the girl.
Things did not go how Brock had wanted this day, however.
For one, the place was uncharacteristically busy. There had been a girls soccer
invitational that morning and several buses of teams had just stopped by to
grab a drink and/or a pastry before heading back to their respective schools.
Jackie had been too swamped to spend any time talking with him. He reckoned it
wasn’t the right time to ask her out. He would wait until things calmed down
before making his move.
Then to make matter
worse, as the crowd dwindled down and he and Chuck and James were soon to be
served, she had suddenly left, rushing out to her car. Brock wasn’t even sure
if she had even seen him there with all the soccer players in line in front of
them.
When the guys finally put their order in, they found out
from Calista that Jackie had to leave due to some type of emergency. Calista
wasn’t sure, but Jackie had mumbled something about her roommate locking
herself out of their apartment. She wouldn’t be back in for the last hour of
her shift.
As he sat at a booth talking with Chuck and James, Brock
took a draw on his straw of his Vanilla Bean Frappuccino (recommended by
Calista), he idly sat by while discussing what the trio might do that night.
Brock was a bit beside himself, so Chuck had tried to rack his brains about
what might be a fun activity for them to do that night to take his mind off
Jackie. That was when the subject of Forbidden Dish was broached.
Very few of the soccer players, and their accompanying
parents and friends, had stayed in the coffee house to consume their beverages.
Within fifteen minutes of their order, only one other table of patrons
remained. Calista went out to the floor to wipe down some tables and overheard
the end of the guys’ conversation.
“Yeah, I heard guys actually get shrunk down there”, Chuck
said, raising an eyebrow for emphasis.
“And eaten”, added James. James didn’t let the others know,
but he had a bit of a vore fetish.
“I dunno”, said Brock, “that sounds pretty far-fetched. I
mean, think about the technical ramifications of being able to do that. Do you
think the government would allow a place to do that, even if it was possible?”
“I think as long as it’s consensual, it’s legal. I think
that’s the key”, said Chuck.
“Even besides that, what idiot would even allow himself to
be shrunk down?”, asked Brock.
“Oh, I think you’d be surprised”, said James. “Some guys
have a desire to be dominated by a beautiful woman.”
“So what’s the appeal of the place?”, asked Brock.
“Well, for one, the place is crawling with chicks, all
thinking they got a chance to eat some random guy”, James responded, “and I
also heard it’s pretty cool. They’ve got this thing called the Virtual Vore…”
James went on to describe several of the things he’d heard about Forbidden
Dish. He was gung ho on going and seeing for himself what all the fuss was
about.
“Alright, well, why don’t we check it out. We got nothing to
lose as long as we stick together and don’t allow ourselves to do anything
stupid.”
--
“Hey girl”, said Calista, finally at peace after all the
customers had finally left. She had called Jackie to see how she was doing.
“So, did you get your issue resolved? That’s good. Hey, guess who came in here
today just after you left? That guy you liked, yep. Right. Brock. He asked
about you. Uhuh, yep. He was here with a couple of his friends. One of them was
pretty cute. Mmmhmmm. Yep, yep. Hey, guess what they were talking about doing
tonight?”
Calista proceeded to relay the rest of the conversation she
had overheard to Jackie.
***
Wednesday (5:15 pm at Forbidden Dish)
“Hey guys”, said the cute freckled brunette, “first time
here, I’m assuming?”, she said with a giggle. Her name tag read Rachael and she
was the hostess at Forbidden Dish. On week nights, especially in the early
evening, it was not uncommon for her to be the hostess and gatekeeper for both
the restaurant and dance club entrances, which shared a large common foyer
area. It was still a little early and the music on the dance floor had not yet
started, so it was pretty quiet as the three guys stood in the foyer.
“Yeah”, said Chuck, “we’re all first-timers here. Just
wanted to see if the, er, rumors are true.”
“Oh, they’re true”, she laughed lightly, “come on in and see
for yourselves. Would you like a tour of the place? It’s not too busy right now
and some of our servers are available.”
“A tour sounds good”, said Chuck.
“Ok, here, put these on”, she handed them some red
bracelets, then signaled on her walkie-talkie to someone unseen.
“Um, what are these for?”, asked Brock, looking at the
bracelet suspiciously.
“OK, I’ll explain the bracelets. We have three different
types of colors. Green, like the one I’m wearing, if for staff. Blue bracelets
mean you’re looking for dinner. Red bracelets mean you’re available to be
dinner.”
“Now wait a minute”, said Brock, leery of being snookered
into anything which might endanger them. “We don’t want to be dinner.”
“Yeah”, added Chuck, “we just wanna check the place out. See
what all the excitement is about.”
“Understood honey. Let me let you in on a secret. Just
because you’re wearing the red bracelets doesn’t mean you’re going to get
eaten. It just let’s our female clientele know that you might consider it”, she
continued, “You would need to sign legal paperwork before you’re allowed to be
shrunk down. Believe me, if you want girls to talk to you, they seem to flock
around guys with the red bracelets, especially cute guys like y’all.”
“That makes sense to me guys”, interjected James, “here,
give me one and I’ll put it on.” Rachael smiled at him, handing over a red
bracelet. Soon, the others concurred, each putting on their bracelet.
“Great. Well, here’s
Adela to show y’all around.” A cute green-haired server walked up to them. She
was wearing a matching green t-shirt with a ‘Who Bit Fluffy’ slogan across it.
“K guys, follow me. We’ll start at the ground floor and work
our way up. Did Rach tell you how the bracelets work?” They nodded, but telling her they weren’t
here to get eaten.
“Right. Ok, the first thing to do before we get started is
get you boys a shot of Confidence”, she said as she took them up to the
restaurant bar. She poured each a shot glass of clear red liquid. “Now, the
first one’s on the house. Yay for you guys. But after that you’ll have to buy
your own.” She handed a glass to each, saying “bottoms up”.
--
An hour later
How could I have been
so stupid, he asked himself. Brock and his buddies had taken the tour with
Adela and settled around the swimming pool on the upstairs level. After Adela
had left them, they had been approached by several hot girls wearing blue
bracelets, one in particular wearing a killer blue two-piece bikini. God did she have a body, thought Brock.
Then they’d drunk all those tasty shots of Confidence, yes, and when the girl
had told them about how much fun it would be for them to play with her body
when they were shrunk down, it hadn’t sounded like a bad idea. When she told
them they needed to sign the paperwork, their mild protestations (atleast by
him and Chuck) were met by her response that it was simply to protect them.
James had readily agreed with her and that made it easier for them to go along,
because James was pretty smart. The girl had helped them to quickly sign the
paperwork. She seemed so nice and considerate, telling them what each section
was and showing them where to sign.
The girl - what was
her name? - oh yes, Daphne. Her stunning red locks and tanned figure was
truly a sight to behold. After she had gotten them shrunk down, she had indeed
taken them to a room where she took her clothes off and let their two-inch tall
forms wander along her abs and medium-sized pert breasts as she lay on the
loveseat therein.
After a couple minutes playing and congratulating themselves
in a bit of tipsy giddiness on how much fun this was, Daphne has taken James,
swayed him over her mouth and simply dropped him in, swirled him around for a
few moments and swallowed. He hadn’t even objected, thinking the girl was
merely playing a game with him.
That’s when he and Chuck had begun screaming and crying.
Thankfully, Daphne had been so disturbed by their cries and sobs that, after
she had dressed, she had taken their naked little bodies and deposited them
into the hands of the shrink operator, telling her they had changed their minds
about being shrunk and wanted to be resized. Daphne had been shocked at their
reactions. She thought the drinking and roleplay with the paperwork was part of
the game that all guys played at Forbidden Dish. Her friends had told her that
all guys that came here wanted to be eaten and some of them played hard-to-get
as part of the thrill of the chase. But these last two shrinkies were genuinely
frightened out of their wits.
Though she had been disturbed by the two uneaten shrinkies,
her mind drifted to the one she did eat, remembering how cute he was and how big
his package was for his size. Oh my
goodness. It’s gonna take some time to digest all that, she thought to
herself, smiling as she walked back up the stairs to the swimming pool level.
The operator had called one of the barmaids over from the
dance floor via her walkie-talkie and the blond barmaid, Colby, had come and
taken them. But instead of taking them to be resized, she had dropped them into
a bowl at one of the dance club bars, where noticeably, things had begun to
pick up and the music had started playing. It was very loud to the ears of
Chuck and Brock.
As they were noticing another dish not far away which seemed
to contain a handful of similarly naked or semi-naked tiny men, Chuck gave a
cry. He had been picked up by another barmaid (named McKenzie), though at their
size, they couldn’t quite make out her name tag.
Brock was horrified to see the barmaid tilt her head back
and drop Chuck in. Chuck had been covering his genitals with his hands, nervous
for anyone to have seen him nude, when the barmaid had struck. As he was
dropped into her maw, his arms and legs stretched out in an effort to stop
himself from falling. He didn’t mean to, but when his arms grabbed ahold of
McKenzie’s upper lip, the momentum manifested itself to swing him straight down
her gullet looking for all the world like the world’s tiniest gymnast. The move
caught McKenzie by surprise, making her cough a couple times, then, with the
help of a sip of water, she gulped until the outlined frame of his body slowly
slid down her throat.
Brock simply stood in his bowl, all alone, shaking in
disbelief, feeling cold at the wind current from the ceiling fans way above. He
began to swivel his head this way and that, completely paranoid by any movement
he detected around him. That’s when he heard her voice.
“Snacking on company time, Kenz? Tsk tsk tsk”, the voice
teased.
Oh my god, it’s
Jackie. What’s she doing here? With all his energy, he began waving and
screaming to try to get her attention. Wait,
is she wearing a uniform? Does she work here? His mind raced as he took in
her white t-shirt and the picture of a little man being dangled over the
darkened image of a girl’s mouth, the phrase underneath proclaiming ‘Slippery
When Wet’.
Catching the movement from the bowl with her peripheral
vision, she leaned towards it and peered into it.
“Oh, hi Brock. I thought you might be around here
somewhere.”
What?! She expected me
to be here. What the..?
“Jackie. You…you work here?”
“For almost a year now”, she answered matter-of-factly.
“Did you see that other woman? She…she just picked up Chuck
and swallowed him whole”, said Brock, exasperated.
“Yeah. She shouldn’t be doing that”, Jackie said, with a
mock scolding voice, looking up and winking at McKenzie, who smiled back at her
(outside of Brock’s vision).
My god. She talks like
a mother scolding a child for dropping a cookie. That was my buddy. That was
Chuck! Brock was terrified at this behavior, but his survival instincts
kicked in.
“Jackie, can you get me regrown? I don’t wanna stay shrunk
down any more”, he pleaded, explaining “This lady tricked us, Chuck and James
and me. She didn’t say anything about eating us.”
“That’s terrible!”, she said, thinking, than gently picked
him up out of the bowl, her fore and index fingers picking him up by the
mid-section, careful not to squeeze him too tightly. She brought him up to her
eye level. Her hazel eyes sparkled. They
really are magnificently beautiful, he thought.
“I’ll tell you what I can do. I can regrow you, but there is
a cost to it.”
“Anything. What cost?”
“The cost is I’m gonna put on a show for our customers and
you have to help me.” Without waiting for him to respond, she said, “C’mon” and
walked over to a table by the dance floor. Some of the patrons observed her as
she got up on the table.
Jackie began to dance seductively on the table top,
carefully swaying her legs like a lily in the breeze. She brought Brock to her
mouth, enveloping his lower body up to his waist, slurping him in.
Jackie noticed a group of young patrons walking by the
table. A few of them stopped to observe her and she overheard one of them, a
young blond long-haired man say “holy shit, it’s a little dude.”
“Mmmmhmmm”, she said, humming on Brock’s naked body, then
pulled him out, dangling him over her mouth, letting her tongue stretch out
playfully below him.
“Oooh, he’s naked”,
said a girl nearby.
“It would appear so”, said another girl, a cute blond
wearing glasses and looking prim and proper.
Jackie turned Brock around so that his head was facing her
and practically inhaled his body. Almost all of him was now within her mouth,
with his tiny ankles sticking out of her pursed lips.
Within her mouth, she could feel Brock turn himself around
as she briefly opened her mouth wide for her audience. Brock had lost his
footing on her tongue and was kneeling, then laid himself flat as her lips
descended once again. Now only his head peeked out from between them, facing
down towards the audience.
“Oooh, look at’em, he
looks so happy”, said one of the girls nearby. Indeed, Brock was in 7th
heaven. If this is the cost of being regrown, than he would happily pay it. His
cock was as hard as it had ever been in his young life and he didn’t think it
would be long before he came.
If he likes this, he hasn’t seen anything yet, thought
Jackie as she pursed her lips tight around him and began sucking him in and out
of her mouth with pushing and pulling motions. Brock’s upper torso alternated
between the open air and her mouth. It looked like the girl was blowing bubbles
and deflating them in a cyclical manner. With each iteration, his cock went
from brushing against her moist fleshy tongue to her soft luscious lower lip.
Within moments of these actions, he had ejaculated onto her tongue. It had been
such a powerful explosion that he was still convulsing on her tongue as she
continued her ministrations.
The mostly female crowd of patrons began chanting, “Eat him.
Eat him. Eat him.”
She looked at the nearby young man eyeballing her
actions and her body lustily. He was
kind of cute, she thought. Not muscle-bound, but instead kind of rustic
looking. She had also noticed the bulge in his pants. She paused her push-pull
actions for a moment, moving Brock’s body slightly to the side, saying to the
man: “Wish this was you sweetie?”
“Hmmmph..yeah!”, said
the man, in an “isn’t it obvious” manner.
“Once I finish this
little one off, I’ll be over…”, she began, but an exotic looking brunette
scooped up the man before she could finish her sentence, pulling him away
towards the dance floor.
Jackie decided to end her show with a flourish. As she moved
his body to a more centralized position, she opened up her mouth, whispering
“goodbye Brock”, tilted her head back and swallowed him alive and whole with a
single ‘gulp’. She heard one of the nearby girls make some type of comment, but
she didn’t quite catch it. She had closed her eyes as she devoured Brock. Mmmm.
Tastes like vanilla, thought Jackie.
Giving a quick thought to the man she had just eaten, she
reflected briefly on when she’d met him and how he had come to be in her
stomach. Yes, she had lied to him. Yes, she had found him cute and might even
have dated him when they were both normal sized. But as a shrinky, he had no
rights. It was her job, her duty to see to his ending. It was her way of
punishing men stupid enough to come into Forbidden Dish. She’d made the
calculation when they’d first met - she just didn’t really have time to play
around with guys with her devotion to school and her fun jobs.
--
Brock didn’t know what had happened. One moment, he had had
the most wonderful orgasm in his life. It had lasted a long time while Jackie’s
mouth had kept playing with him. Just at the moment he had felt entirely spent,
he felt her say something. He couldn’t make out what she said. Then he had felt
a sharp change in the angle of her tongue before he was suddenly slurped and
squeezed into a tight tubular opening from whence another squeeze forced him
downward, his hands thrust above himself helplessly as he was pushed down,
down, down, then through an even tighter constriction, landing with a splat
into a churning mass of flesh.
If he had felt the push and pull of her mouth was strong and
warm, it was nothing like what he was going through inside Jackie’s belly. She
had eaten some food and another shrinky earlier that evening and when Brock was
devoured, it had come right in the middle of her stomach’s full-on digestion
mode. He was battered and bruised, falling unconscious quickly. He never even
had time to contemplate being betrayed by the girl he had crushed on. It
wouldn’t be long before his body formed part of the slurry of nutrients which
fed into her blood stream. Of course, those parts of his corpse which did not
make it into nutrients were flushed from her bowels the next morning.
--
The following Friday, when Jackie next worked with Calista,
her fellow barista had inquired about Brock and his friends, asking her if she
had seen them at Forbidden Dish Wednesday.
“I saw Brock”, she said, pausing with a mischievous smile,
“he was really into me.”
Calista snorted, getting the double entendre.
“What?!”, Jackie said, raising her palms up in mock
defensive posture, “You know, if he’d asked me out, he’d probably still be
kicking.”
“Gosh Jackie, how many students have you disposed of now
that were hot for you? By my count, that’s the fourth one in the less than two
years you’ve been here.”
“Fifth”, Jackie corrected her, smiling haughtily.
“You’d best be careful. At this rate, you’re gonna put us
outta a job here”, Calista said with mock concern.
“Nah, gimme a break. What do we got? Something like sixteen
thousand students enrolled. About half of them male. Nope, it’s not even a drop
in the bucket. Besides, I’ve seen you at Forbidden Dish.”
“Yeah, but I go after the more mature men”, Calista defended
her actions.
“Psshhaw”, said Jackie, waving away the comment and going to
attend to an approaching customer.
Hmmm, she thought,
he looks pretty tasty.
***