The Nibbler's Forbidden Adventures: The Traditional Family
“And here we are”, Lindsay said, “setting the large platter
of food down on a fold-out tray which she had brought with her. She set the
tray up near the young boy, knowing he would be watching her rear end as she
laid out the food to their designated consumers, reaching over to set the
plates down in front of his parents and sister.
His mother, following the boy’s eyes, gave him a stern look,
and the boy blushed, his eyes moving back down towards his lap. Lindsay caught
the look from the mother and glanced back to see the boy’s reaction. Inwardly,
she laughed, but outwardly she did her best to repress a smile. She only
partially succeeded, a smirk spreading across her mouth.
Finally, she placed the boy’s dinner in front of him. “And
here is your plate, Johnny, is it?”
He looked up her, smiled politely and nodded affirmatively,
pleased that the woman remembered his name. Looking down at his plate, which
was a collage of pasta, his stomach growled. The aroma was enticing.
“Enjoy”, she said, tapping him gently on the shoulder as she
packed up her tray and the platter. As she stepped away, her derriere briefly
glanced across his side. Purposeful or not, the boy was becoming increasingly
familiar with the gorgeous gluteal muscles of his fantastic server.
The mother, Mrs. Whiskers, did not approve. With a dignified
harrumph, she squared her jaw and glared at her husband.
Sam Whiskers took his wife’s cue, looking across the table
as his son, “When we are out in public, young man, you will behave yourself.”
To Johnny’s side, his seventeen year old sister Becky
couldn’t suppress a giggle. She had noticed the way Lindsay had teased her
younger brother and, being of similar mischievous nature, it had tickled her
inside.
“Be-cky!”, Mrs. Whiskers said, softly, but sternly.
“Mmmph”, Becky wiped her nose, “Uh. Sorry mom”, she glanced
down at her plate.
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The Whiskers were a traditional and strict family. They
weren’t really aware of the nuances of Forbidden Dish and, traveling north
through town on the return from a family trip, they had noticed the huge
restaurant from hundreds of yards away. Having postponed their lunch until they
arrived back into the city proper (they lived on the northern outskirts of Los
Angeles), Becky had spurted out, “oooh, that looks interesting. Can we stop
there for lunch?” to which the rest of the family had agreed. A large structure
built into the side of a hill, with fancy signs and ominous name, there was a
certain appeal.
“Oooh, I wonder what’s so forbidden”, Becky had said after
they had parked, trying to spook her younger brother, who she enjoyed teasing.
She moved her arms and fingers as though mimicking her favorite animated ghost.
Johnny, at age sixteen a good-natured boy and actually was
very sweet. He loved his family and put up with his sister’s teasing. Johnny
didn’t have too many friends of his own, being on the shy side and a bit meek.
Thus, his parents encouraged Becky, who was much more outgoing, to incorporate
her brother into whatever they were doing or playing.
Little Johnny’s eyes had become wide after they had been
seated and he had gotten his first view of their server, Lindsay. She was
simply the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen, levels above his own sister
who was very pretty in her own right. She had a cuteness which surpassed the
brunette hostess who had flirted with Johnny at the entrance. And her skimpy
attire, which didn’t match the style and richness of the restaurant’s interior,
left little to be left to the imagination.
Johnny liked to draw and paint and considered a career in
art as a possibility. He distinctly felt that if he were to draw the perfect
woman, it would resemble Lindsay. She had a certain amount of thickness to her
and yet appeared to be in immaculate shape. Her friendly and peppy personality
complimented her pleasing profile.
--
Now, having all settled in, they began on their meals. They
made small talk about their Disneyland venture. They discussed their favorite
rides and locales. This continued for several minutes, until they began talking
about the restaurants there.
“Everything tastes so good, but it’s all so bad for you and,
for what you’re getting, pretty expensive”, complained Mr. Whiskers.
“Yeah. It’s really unhealthy”, concurred Emilia (Mrs.
Whiskers). “It’s a good thing I brought along some apples and oranges in my
purse. At least we were able to have a small amount of nutrition.”
--
Lunchtime was not typically a busy time for Forbidden Dish,
especially on Tuesdays. Thus, when the next patrons came in, the two ladies
were sat next to the Whiskers family’s table, making it easier for Lindsay to
serve both.
Mr. Whiskers gave a polite nod to the two ladies as they sat
down.
--
“I wonder…”, said Becky, changing the subject to their
current locale, as the talk of food had triggered a question she had, “…what
was that alternate menu all about?”
“Don’t worry about it, dear”, Emilia said, efforting to tamp
down her daughter’s curiosity. “Just exotic dishes that you don’t like.”
The alternate menu had a picture of the face of a small man
being dangled over the face of a large, smiling woman. After browsing through
her traditional menu, she had taken a peek inside the provocative menu, closing
it quickly and setting it aside. Clearly, she had been shaken by what menu
items were listed inside. Her face slightly blushed, Emilia had taken a slip of
water and cleared her throat. These actions had not gone unnoticed by her
children, who had glanced the cover of the alternate menu.
The family resumed their discussion of Disneyland, where the
topic turned back to the favorite park attractions.
Johnny really liked Space Mountain. He really liked the
thrill of being in near dark, swerving about without the knowledge of where
exactly they were going, just knowing where the final destination would be.
Becky loved the water park rides, especially the slides. Johnny had to concur –
he liked them too. He longed for a ride which would combine Space Mountain and the
long, wet water ride. Mrs. Whisker, on the other hand, preferred the slow
relaxing ride that circled the park at about forty feet above ground level.
As they neared the end of their meals, Johnny’s attention
was diverted once again. Lindsay had brought a nice clear dish filled with
golden liquid to their neighboring table. It was not the dish or the liquid in
it that had caught Johnny’s attention, however. It was the two tiny nude men
who were squirming about within.
Becky was listening to her father argue that the railroad
ride which encircled the park was better than the overhead tram when she
noticed her brother wide eyes were focused on the something over her right
shoulder. As she turned, she wondered if Lindsay was doing something which
compromised her body again.
Becky’s eyes went wide like her brother and soon the whole
family was observing their fellow patrons as the two women finished drinking
the golden liquid and then each took a tiny nude man and dangled them over
their open mouths. Slowly lowering the kicking tiny men into their mouths, the
women took their time in playing with their food in a very sexual manner,
licking them all over and kissing and tonguing their genitalia.
After some time, the women swallowed the young men, the
lumps in their throats apparent even from several feet away in the dim light.
Following their show, the two women gave each other a kiss on the lips. The one
facing the Whiskers table smiled and gave a wink to Johnny and Becky.
Turning back to the center of her own table, Becky
exclaimed, “That was awesome. Do you think they were, like, real boys?” There
had been rumors of people getting shrunk down, but the Whiskers didn’t believe
it was possible.
Becky’s parents looked agasp. They were speechless. Johnny
sat there, still watching the women.
“Oh yes, they were real guys. Those boys came in a little
earlier…couldn’t wait to get shrunk down and for some nice ladies to gobble
them up.”, said a perky voice behind them.
Looking up, the kids saw that it was Lindsay, who had come
back to check on them.
“Omigosh, they were soooo cute. I wonder how they tasted?”,
Becky said excitedly after realizing the little men were indeed real.
“Oh, tiny boys taste wonderful. And when they squirm on the
way down and in your belly, it’s the best thing ever”, Lindsay replied, a
twinkle in her eyes.
“Er…have you eaten…?”, Johnny stammered, trying to get his
question out.
“Oh, yes, I’ve had plenty”, said Lindsay, smirking
seductively at the boy, “in fact, some not so much older than you are now.”
Johnny couldn’t describe it, but he had wistful twinge come
over him, his cock twitching in his trousers. Lindsay recognized the look
instantly. She had seen it numerous times on men and boys in her time at
Forbidden Dish. It was a look which displayed a lustful desire to join their
essence with a female they found desirable, to become one with her, to give
themselves to her mercy and domination, in return for her attention…and
potential food. And if that be their end, what a way to go out, to be licked
and lathered and swallowed.
She smiled sweetly at him, patting him on the head. “Don’t
worry. You’re safe for now. How old are you?” Instinctively, she knew that
rather than relief, the boy would feel disappointment at the denial of such an
opportunity. She knew, some day, the boy would return to the Dish and fulfill
his wish. The seed had been planted.
“Uhhh…”, he said, actually having to work to recall his own
age, “er, I’m sixteen. Uh, I turn seventeen in a couple months though”, he added,
then blushed, embarrassed at his own words, feeling it gave away his inner
thoughts, which indeed, it did.
“I wonder what would make guys want to get eaten?”, Becky said
her thought aloud.
“They were college boys. Something about losing a bet to
their biology professor. That’s her there”, replied Lindsay, nodding towards
the woman facing their table.
The adult Whiskers still sat in disbelief.
“How old does one have to be to uh…eat those things?”,
inquired Becky, not sure how to formulate her question properly.
“Eighteen. You have to be atleast eighteen in order to
either consume a shrinky or be a shrinky. That’s what we call them –
shrinkies.”
The kids gave each other a look.
“Don’t worry. Kids under eighteen are allowed in the
restaurant, as long as they’re always chaperoned by their parents. Otherwise,
as long as they’re eighteen, they can go up to the dance floor or spa levels.
There’s lots of fun stuff to do up there.”
--
The bus boy had begun clearing off their neighbor’s tables.
The two women had only time for a quick in-and-out, it appeared, and were soon
on their way.
Mr. Whiskers had paid for their meal, giving his credit card
to Lindsay to swipe. He was surprised at the expense of their rather inglorious
food, thinking it overpriced.
Becky had spent the last several minutes watching a couple
young women at a table about twenty feet away. One of the women had played with
her shrinky, dangling the tiny nude man who clung to her finger repeatedly into
her mouth before pulling him back. She was speaking something to him which
Becky couldn’t quite hear, but she repeated the process several times before
she brought him up one more time to her face, snaking her tongue out, which
latched onto the shrinky and retracted it along with the shrinky into her
mouth, then proceeded to swallow him whole. The two women shared a chuckle
before the other woman picked up her own shrinky.
“I can’t wait until my birthday”, said Becky, returning her
attention to her family’s table. “I’ve got to tell my friends about this place.
They’ll love it.”
“Ah, Becky, I don’t think this is such a good place for young
girls to be coming to”, said Sam.
Becky turned to her mother for support, but Mrs. Whiskers
seemed to be out of sorts, somewhat conflicted in her thoughts. She wore a
mostly blank expression, though the flesh between her eyebrows was scrunched up
a bit, forming two creases between and above her eyes.
--
Lindsay placed the small folder with the FD insignia in
front of Mr. Whiskers. Sam smiled at her, then took his card and wrote a very
nice tip in for her. He was not generally a large tipper, but for some reason,
he made an exception for her.
“Thank you, Whiskers family”, she said as they got up to
leave, “I hope you come back and visit us soon.”
“And you”, she whispered into Johnny’s ear, “come back in
about fourteen months and I’ll give you a night to remember.”
“R..really?”, he said nervously.
“I haven’t had any complaints yet, have I Garrett?”, Lindsay
asked, motioning over to the bus boy, who had almost finished cleaning off the
table next to them.
Garrett stopped his cleaning for a moment, moving his frame
of reference from a level that was near to her waist level and up to her face.
He smiled and replied, “No ma’am. I haven’t heard any complaints from any of
your customers.”
“See”, she nodded to Johnny, who looked like a small deer
caught in headlights. Then, to Becky, she made a pawing motion with her hand,
and made a soft “Rrawrrr” sound, mimicking a cougar.
Coming between Lindsay and his children, Sam motioned his
children towards the exit, then waited for his wife. Soon, they trailed away,
he at the rear.
Lunch time was over.
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