“Celeste Babineaux.” The tall, thin man repeated in his thick French accent, as he peered through his small ledger. A look of shock spread over his face as he found the name in his notes, right next to the word “critique” hastily scribbled and circled in bright red ink. “Ahhh Madame Babineaux, of course! I apologize for the delay, please forgive me.”

The woman’s lips curled up into a delicate smile, finding satisfaction in the complete reversal in attitude from the maitre d’. “Oh it’s quite alright. The anticipation is half the fun.” She replied, allowing him to usher her towards a long, elevated walkway that separated the two halves of the large, dimly lit dining room. Celeste walked swiftly behind the maitre d’ with her head held high. She didn’t need to see the other diners to know that nearly every set of eyes was drawn to her. Her long, golden locks bounced gently in rhythm with her confident strides. The designer dress she had purchased just for this occasion clung tightly to the generous curves that had landed her the cover of Vogue just six years ago. She was accustomed to attention, and she knew how to command it.

At the back of the dining room was a large set of beautiful wooden doors that opened up to another much smaller dining room, with a single table set up directly in the middle of the room. The maitre d’ pulled out the single, ornately decorated chair, allowing the stunning blonde to sit down and take her place at the table. 

“Madame, please allow me to be the first to welcome you to Poncelete.” The thin man bowed his head briefly before he went on to explain the process for the evening. “Monsieur Babineaux arrived a short while ago and he has selected a stunning course for you this evening.”

Celeste smiled as she gently brushed her hair out of her face. Alexander always made the perfect choices when it came to food and she trusted him implicitly. “Of course, I can’t wait to begin.”

“Very good Madame. I will return shortly with your wine and the first course for this evening. And my name is Renault, please do not hesitate to call if you need anything at all.” He gestured towards a small red button located on the side of the table, a common feature in these sort of dining scenarios. Celeste gave the man a gentle nod of her head before he quickly turned and made his way to another door, not leading back into the dining room.

Celeste sat quietly, admiring the various pieces of art that decorated the walls of the dimly lit room. Renault returned a few minutes later carrying a large bottle of red wine, trailed by a young, well dressed woman pushing a small trolley with a silver cloche on top. Celeste smiled widely as Renault explained the wine selection, never once taking her eyes off of the shiny silver dome.

“And for our first course the chef has prepared a wonderful steak tartare.” Celeste nodded understandingly at the maitre d’ and waited for him and his young waitress to exit the room. Once she was alone again, Celeste delicately lifted the silver cloche to reveal a beautifully organized plate as well as a small, six inch man, dressed in a perfectly fitting two piece suit. 

“Good evening, my love.” The tiny man called up to his titanic dining partner. Celeste smiled warmly at her husband and raised a finger up to him, gently prodding his arms and encouraging him to do a small twirl. 

“Good evening Mr. Babineaux, you look quite stunning in that suit of yours. It’ll be a shame to get such a nice outfit so…. filthy.” The blonde giantess put a tremendous amount of emphasis on the last word, smiling down confidently at her tiny husband.

“Oh don’t worry about that my dear. It’s all a part of the show. Now would you like to get started?” He asked, walking over the large plate of raw steak, surrounded by beautifully toasted bruschetta. The small critic stepped onto the plate and began to scoop a substantial amount of the fragrant beef onto a piece of bruschetta. Then, once he was satisfied with the portion that he had allocated for his stunning wife, Alexander removed his jacket and tossed it delicately onto Celeste’s appetizer. The giantess raised an eyebrow and stared quizzically at her husband’s unusual behavior. 

“What? Don’t trust me?” Alexander said with a smirk. Celeste smiled and raised the small bite up to her dark red lips, gently biting into the savory treat. Alexander watched as the giantess bared her teeth ever so slightly, in an effort to avoid affecting her stunning lipstick. He exhaled as he watched his suit jacket disappear into her mouth, never to be seen again.

“Mmmmmm, parsley?” She asked, after the lump of food passed down through her esophagus. Alexander smiled at his wife’s ability to identify the flavor that came from his suit jacket.

“Very perceptive Celeste, I’m impressed.” Alex began attempting to break off a piece of bruschetta for himself. “They infuse flavors into a fine thread that they can have woven into clothing. So they will be providing me with a new outfit for each course.”

“Ohhhh that’s fun.” Celeste said, scraping more tartare onto another chunk of bread. Both parties continued to eat and talk for several minutes, with Alexander taking verbal notes of the high and low points of the dish. Celeste listened to her husband as he processed the appetizer. The giantess took another bite of the tartare but felt that something was missing. She grinned cutely as she plucked Alexander up from the plate, right as he was in the middle of a thought.

“What the hell-“ He said as Celeste brought him up to her lips. He barely had enough time to register what was happening as his massive wife dipped his entire lower body inside of her mouth. “Jesus Christ.” He gasped as Celeste began to use her tongue to aggressively attack his parsley flavored trousers. When the giantess pulled the tiny man out of her mouth, she giggled at his now bare ass. Alex took a moment to regain his composure before turning to face his wife, dick in full display. Celeste giggled and took a deep sip of her wine.

“Well, it’s clearly not cold in here.” She added, sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms beneath her already impressive bust. Alexander couldn’t help but smile at his flirty wife. Sure, he was here to compile a review of the restaurant’s new “size dining” course, but the true appeal of the experience came from the intimacy between diners. Celeste reached down and pressed the red button, summoning the maitre d’ once again, who collected the plates, and Alexander, before bringing them back into the kitchen. After another few minutes, Renault and the young waitress returned with another trolley and another cloche. The beautiful blonde could barely contain herself as the next course was placed in front of her.

Once she was alone again, Celeste slowly lifted the lid to the tray and revealed a beautifully grilled swordfish steak with a side of stewed tomatoes. And standing on the side of the plate was her still miniature husband, now wearing yet another suit. Celeste playfully poked her husband with her pinky before bringing her finger up to her mouth to sample his flavored clothing.

“It’s a lemon herb butter for the -“ Alexander began to explain before he was cut off.

“Did you get even smaller?” Celeste asked, bringing her face closer to her tiny lover. 

“Ha, yes. I’m down to four inches now.” Alexander replied as he reached out with his bare hands and attempted to remove a piece of the fish to sample.

“And did they shrink your manners too Mr. Babineaux? Ladies first.” She teased, picking the small man off of the plate before dropping him down onto the swordfish, face up. Alexander watched as Celeste’s massive finger slowly approached him and made contact with his chest. The giantess applied a light pressure to his body as he was moved across the surface of the steak, his suit melting into a buttery glaze as she moved him around. “Hold your breath.” She commanded, moments before she flipped him over, not wanting to waste a single ounce of flavor. 

Once she was satisfied that the fish had been thoroughly covered in buttery goodness, Celeste lifted her little husband up between her fingers and brought him to her face. She giggled as she watched the itty bitty man struggle to clear his face of the oily substance. “Let me help you out sweetie.” She cooed, bringing Alexander between her lips and lowering his entire body into her mouth. The beautiful blonde let out a soft moan as she felt the last shreds of his delicious clothing dissolve as it came into contact with her eager tongue. She continued to gently suck until she felt that Alexander was clean enough to continue with the meal, before finally pulling a gasping man back out of her mouth. 

The miniature food critic gasped as he felt the refreshing cool air from outside of his wife’s mouth hit his now completely nude body. He opened his eyes to see Celeste’s beautiful, gigantic face smiling at him, and he couldn’t help but reciprocate. “Ready to eat?”

He smiled and nodded, and the giantess lowered her husband back down to the plate before she cut off a large chunk of her fish before bringing it up to her mouth. Alexander followed suit, ensuring to pull off a bite of fish that was glistening with the buttery remains of his suit. The couple chatted for a while as they ate their meal, and Celeste occasionally scooped Alexander onto her fork to be transported inside of her mouth where she would toss him around with her food. She had grown quite skillful at using her tongue to secure the tiny man against the roof of her mouth as she forced the rest of her meal down into the dark depths of her throat. 

This was the part of the experience that both of them had grown to love the most. They had been connoisseurs of fine dining even before the advent of shrinking technology, but as soon as size play became a part of the culinary world, their relationship had risen to a whole new level. Neither one of them could fully remember how they had reached this point, but the current running joke between them was that one day Celeste would stop treating her tiny husband any differently than the other tasty morsels on her plate. And Alexander loved it. He never failed to get an erection when he thought about it, his beautiful wife bringing his helpless body up to her beautiful lips and carelessly tossing him inside. She would play with him, massaging his tiny body with her powerful tongue before banishing his tiny body into her stomach, never to be seen again. The idea excited Alexander to no end, but truthfully he trusted Celeste with his life. He knew that, despite all of her playful taunting, she would never actually harm him. And so the tiny man was free to indulge himself in this dark, twisted fantasy.

“You’re absolutely delicious this evening Mr. Babineaux. Perhaps tonight is the night.” Celeste said, after pulling the tiny man out of her mouth and gently lowering him back down to the plate. Alexander began wiping the excess saliva from his face before looking up at his gigantic dining companion. Her smile was devilishly cute and he knew that she was as excited about their little game as he was. “You know it’s rude to point, Alex.” The tiny man looked down to see his erect member pointing directly at his gorgeous wife. 

“Oh, sorry. The food is just really good.” He said with a smirk, chuckling at the way his giantess furrowed her brow in response. Celeste maintained steady eye contact with the bold little man as she once again pressed the small red button that would summon the maitre d’ to bring out the next course. 

“I agree, I can’t wait for dessert.” She said, plucking her husband up in her napkin and drying all of her saliva off of him. Moments later, Renault returned with the young waitress in tow, to begin collecting the entree. Celeste used her napkin (and husband) to dab her lips before pushing Alexander, face down, into the remaining vegetable purée on her plate.

The satisfied critic gave her compliments of the spectacular plate of fish for Renault to relay to the chef, but before he could return to the kitchen to collect the final course, the beautiful blonde made a request. “Am I correct that Alexander will be even smaller for dessert?” The tall man nodded his head, eliciting a wide smile from Celeste. 

“Please tell the Chef that I would like to make an adjustment. However tall you planned on making him, cut that in half.” She commanded. Renault simply confirmed her request before swiftly exiting the room once again. Celeste sat quietly as she waited for the staff to return with her next meal, cognisant of each passing second and eager to indulge.

After nearly seven minutes, Renault and his assistant returned just as they did for the other courses, only this time the young waitress was carrying a much smaller, golden cloche. Celeste bit her lip as she waited for Renault to unveil her final course to her. When the golden dome was lifted, she let out a soft gasp as her eyes soaked in the beautiful display being presented to her. 

Sitting on the plate was a spectacular dark chocolate and caramel tart, decorated with dark red cherries and little flakes of edible gold. Truly, this dessert was a display in decadence and the former model was all too eager to take part. She shooed the obedient staff away as she picked up the cherry, upon which her miniscule husband was now perched. Alexander braced himself as he watched his wife’s gargantuan fingers approach the large, tree-like stem of the cherry that he was desperately clinging to. The tiny man was grateful for the sticky glaze that covered the cherry, into which his feet were now sinking, as his fruity vessel ascended into the heavens and was brought right before Celeste’s stunning face. 

“Well, I can’t deny that you’re even more beautiful at this scale, although I don’t really understand the reasoning behind making me this small. There’s no way that I’ll be able to taste the dessert as a whole at this size.” Alexander said, confused as to why Celeste was just staring at him. “Sweetheart, are you alright?”

“Wow, I asked for small, but they really went all out didn’t they?” Celeste said, her booming voice shaking Alexander. He tightened his grip on the cherry stem, he had never been shrunken this small before and the fact that her usually soft voice was capable of rattling him so easily, filled the small man with anxiety. 

“What are you talking about?” He shouted up to her. “Sweetheart I’d like you to call back the maitre d’, something isn’t right. I’m too small!”

“Hmmmm, it looks like you’re trying to say something my love, but you’re just too small to be heard.” Celeste made a faux pouting face as she dangled her husband hundreds of relative feet above the plate. The blonde goddess smirked as she brought the cherry closer to her large, pillow lay lips. “You know, since you’re so small, I’m not sure I would be able to catch you from sliding down my throat.”

The giantess opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue so that she was playfully licking the bottom of the cherry. However, for Alexander, her playfulness was terrifying. Her gargantuan tongue shook the cherry violently and her warm, moist breath washed past him, threatening to blow him away to his death.

“Celeste… sweetheart. ” He shouted at the top of his lungs, desperately trying to retain his grip. The giantess eventually relented her attack, bringing two more perfectly manicured fingers up to where he was and carefully pulling him off of the sticky cherry. The goddess took a moment to truly appreciate just how insignificant her tiny husband now was compared to her. She couldn’t be entirely certain just how tall he was, but she surmised that calling him an inch tall would be generous. 

“Well my tasty little treat, you know I’m not the patient type. And I think it’s time we had our dessert.” The smile that Celeste wore while she spoke sent a chill down Alexander’s spine. He knew that she wouldn’t ever harm him, but the sheer scale with which she towered over him made it impossible for the miniscule food critic to keep his steely resolve. He went to shout to her again, hoping that he could somehow communicate with the hungry titaness, but before he could utter a single syllable, the massive fingers that held him aloft were separated. The small man screeched as he began to freefall back towards the table, before he landed in the soft, gooey center of the caramel tart. Alexander was relieved that he had survived his fall, but quickly found himself unable to move around as his limbs had sunken into the sticky mess.

“Mmmmmmmm, delicious.” Far above the sweet mire of chocolate and caramel, Celeste licked her lips. Picking up the knife from her table setting, the giantess began to cut the delectable dessert into eight, evenly sized triangles. Alexander was helpless to do anything but watch as his massive wife cut the tart into pieces before setting the knife aside and picking up her fork. He knew where this was headed and despite all the fear he felt, the small man was more aroused than he had ever been before. 

The giantess slid her fork across the plate. She was confident that he was still enjoying the whole experience, despite being completely at her mercy. She smiled as she blew her tiny husband a kiss. “Tonight is the night, Alex. I love you.”

He didn’t believe her. “She’s trying to get a rise out of me.” He thought to himself, his heart beating out of his chest. She wouldn’t really do it.

Celeste stared at her husband for a few more moments before shutting her eyes and using her fork to spin the plate around. Alex watched helplessly as he was spun in several circles by his massive wife. He knew she was trying to scare him, he just had to remain strong. Then, without any warning or ceremony, Celeste used her fork to spear one of the pieces of tart before quickly tossing it in her mouth and chewing. What truly surprised him is that she never bothered to check to see if the piece that she had selected was the piece in which he was currently stuck. And when the massive woman swallowed her delicious morsel, Alexander began to get more and more anxious about his fate. 

Celeste opened up her eyes and scanned the remainder of her dessert until she saw her tiny speck of a husband, still struggling against the imposing hold of the gooey caramel. “Awwww, I sort of hoped that you’d be in the first piece. Oh well, more fun for me I suppose.” She cooed, as she began to once again spin the plate, closing her eyes to ensure that she couldn’t see where her husband was. 

With each and every piece of the tart that disappeared down his wife’s throat, Alexander grew more and more terrified that she was being incredibly reckless with his life. “Celeste, this isn’t fucking funny!” He screamed as the sixth piece of the tart made its way into her stomach. The giantess opened her eyes, once again seeing the shrunken man fiercely trying to free himself from his current predicament.

“You’re a lucky boy tonight, Alex.” Celeste commented, taking some time to push him back down into the tart, undoing all the progress that he had made so far. The shrunken man cried out again, tears now streaming down his face, begging his wife to free him from his prison. She was taking things too far now, and his genuine terror far outweighed any enjoyment that he ever derived from being toyed with by his goddess of a wife. “I think I’ve got enough room for one more bite…” The giantess giggled as she scooped up the small bite that contained her nearly unrecognizable husband and brought it up to her mouth. 

“Goodbye Mr. Babineaux.” She said, blowing him a gentle kiss before slowly maneuvering the tasty vessel inside her mouth.