Lindsay Hungers: The Interrogation Room

Thursday, early evening, Forbidden Dish

When Lindsay arrived, she was happy to see her best friend Kate at a table by herself. Kate was some years older than Lindsay, dark haired and a bit of a cowgirl. She was built like a marine and had a very sultry side, which played well for her when she visited the Dish. Kate and Lindsay had been friends prior to the opening of the restaurant. She didn’t follow Lindsay’s path in becoming a full-time server at the restaurant, preferring to get her law degree and join the police force.

Kate would visit the Dish on occasion. She preferred the younger male crowd for her dinner, enjoying the seduction and energy of the hunt. Often, her visits were coordinated with Lindsay, who might hear about certain people intending to visit or revisit the restaurant on a given night. Other times, she simply felt an urge to go. This was one of the latter and Lindsay was pleased for the surprise visit.

“Hey Kate. How’s it going? Had dinner yet.”

“Working on it”, she glanced over at a table of college-aged kids. “The stud in the green shirt has agreed to meet me in the makeout booth. Seems he needs a little convincing. He wants to finish his dinner with his friends first – seems they’re celebrating the girl’s soccer match victory and the kid in blue had agreed to be dinner for the girl who scored the winning goal. Jason, the other boy, prefers a little more mature audience”, she grinned.

“Good for you. I wish I could say the same, but it’s been a slow night so far. I haven’t had any dinner yet and I’ve got to work the Virtual Vore ride in a bit. Grrrr”, she growled, literally, “So, did you come here alone tonight?”

"No, I met up with Andra. She took some guy to the make-out booth. You know Andra – comes here mostly to find a lover for the night. Seemed to be her type, but I guess this one didn’t measure up. She ended up eating him or having one of her friends eat him. They just left a few minutes ago.”

Linsday was acquainted with Andra, but was not particularly close. The woman was a director at an IT firm and was around Kate’s age. Lindsay didn’t feel much in common with her, though she could see her appeal to men, with her dark curly hair, bluish-green eyes, olive-skinned complexion and sneakily flirty and fun personality. In fact, Andra might hit it off quite well with Darren, should they ever meet. Hopefully, that will never happen, thought Lindsay.

“Want me to bring you anything. Something to wash down your dinner with?”

“Nothing to drink. You can bring me the legal documents for the ‘interrogation’ though. I’m thinking of dinner and a show tonight”, Kate beamed.

“Sure thing Miss Seductress”, Lindsay teased.

“Oh, by the way. How are things going with that boy toy of yours? Heard you’ve been traveling out to Frisco quite a bit lately.”

“He might just be the one Kate. I think I really love this one. He knows just how to push my buttons, if you know what I mean.”

“I do indeed”, laughed Kate. “Wow, that’s great to hear. I’m so happy for you Lindsay. So, does that mean I’ll never get to see him around here then?”

“You got that right! Nope, I haven’t even told him about this place at all. I’ll invite you to meet us for dinner at Bestia. We both love that place. Be back in a sec with the papers for your guy”.

On her way over to the bar area, where the legal miniaturization forms were located, she stopped by to check up on a table of four young men to see if they needed anything. The men had been ogling the women in the Dish, both patrons and servers, and one had even catcalled her earlier. Originally a group of five (Juan, Billy, Jeremy, Arthur, and Ralph), one had joined Megan Jones, niece of the manager Meghyn, in a private booth. She saw that two of the men seemed to be arguing. It seemed that three of them had made up their minds to get shrunk down after having witnessed one of the servers, Jackie, perform a very sexualized voring of two volunteers up in the dance area. They had followed the girl downstairs into the restaurant, but hadn’t seen her in awhile, and they reasoned that she must have gone on break. Lindsay overheard the gist of their conversation as she approached.

“Dude, you don’t have the balls to get shrunk”, chided Juan, a young man of Puerto-Rican descent who sported a neat thin mustache and a short clean haircut. He was mocking his friend, Billy, who was reluctant to go through with the process, even though he had been just as enamored as Juan and the others while they watched Jackie swallow her volunteers. The look on the faces of the shrinkies as they were eaten, mewling and moaning in pleasure as Jackie performed her ministrations of mouthplay on them, was seared into his memory.

Lindsay was only too willing to join the playful banter. She knew their names after she had taken their table. “Yeah, c’mon Billy. Grow a set”, she cupped one hand around an imaginary scrotum, as if she were fondling him, “I double dog dare you. I know you want to.”

The combination of what he’d witnessed, his friend’s prodding, and Lindsay’s teasing was enough to edge Billy over the hump.

Lindsay soon had the paperwork in hand for both tables.

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The Interrogation Room, affectionately called the ‘make-out room’ by many, was a special shrink ray room. It had only recently been installed to the Dish. The shrink ray in this room was extra focused, featuring newer technology. The usage of the Interrogation room cost a premium price. That’s because if offered the couple a chance for hands-on contact throughout, before and after shrinkage. This room had a lounger as well as a special chair with restraints. The shrink ray was focused on the center of the chair, the button to invoke the ray was remote controlled, the remote having a stretchable chord originating from the lounger, but stretching as far as the restraint chair if need be.

The functionality of this room allowed for a person to sign the contract and then have fun with their would-be consumer and, if the person so chose, they could back out from being shrunk. Of course, the willingness of the consumer would often come into play, especially if the person was in the restraint chair. The room was called the Interrogation room because theoretically, the consumer would try to convince the person to get shrunk and consumed. What methods were used by the consumer was entirely up to them, as stated in the legal contract. To this end, there were cabinets that contained special ‘toys’ to assist the would-be consumer.

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Thursday 6:30pm, Forbidden Dish

Jeremy was taking a much-needed rest. He had been dancing with his friends on the club level for the past 40 minutes. His buddies had decided to leave, having struck out on conversations with the blue-bracelet wearing women and girls that they had interacted with. Jeremy had decided to stay. He had caught the eye of a beautiful redhead earlier in the evening when they had arrived and started their night with a few cold ones. She had been with friends as well and looked to be around his age, early twenties. Now, as her friends continued on the dance floor, she had decided to seek a table nearby. Once again, they made eye contact. She raised an eyebrow, pointing to her blue bracelet, than seeing the realization on his face, she had blushed a bright red, smiling as she looked down at her table. Then she looked back up at him, giving him a wide grin.

He smiled, getting up and moving towards her table.

“Hello gorgeous..”, he began.

She snorted, having heard that line before, “Hello delicious. Care to join me?”

“Sure”, he said, taking a chair.

“So, what’s up?”, she asked, eyeing him from head to toe as he sat down.

“Not too much. Just taking a break. My friends are out there dancing.”

“Mine too. I’m not much of a dancer, I’m afraid. I was hoping to catch a bite to eat.”

“Oh, in that case, I’ll join you”, Jeremy said, not realizing how that sounded.

“I was hoping you’d say that. Shall we get in line?”

“Oh, no”, he laughed, “sorry to give you the wrong impression. I’m just hanging out with friends, seeing if there’s a friendly face or two in the crowd.”

“Well, I’m a friendly face”, she frowned in a faux pouty face, her eyes almost pleading.

Jeremy nodded, “Jeremy”, he said, extending his hand.

“Megan”, she replied, taking and shaking his hand lightly.

“Nice to meet your acquaintance”, Jeremy said.

“Yours too. You sure you aren’t interested in being my dinner?”

“Yeah. Thanks for the offer though. If I had wanted someone here to eat me, you would have been a good choice. ”

“Well, you know”, she paused, “there is a way we can have a little fun, if you let me try to talk you into becoming my food.”

“Nah. I’m not interested in getting shrunk down..”

“No, No. Not like that.”

Jeremy looked confused, “What then?”

"There’s a special room. It’s only been around a little while. It allows a couple to fool around while the guy makes up his mind whether he’ll let himself get shrunk down. It costs a lot to reserve the room, but it’s up to the guy whether he walks out of there intact or in some girl’s stomach.”

“I don’t know..”, he started.

“Come on. It’ll be fun. At the very least, we’ll get to know each other a lot better”, she said, arching her eyebrow and smiling.

To Jeremy, this sounded like a decent offer. The girl looked even hotter up close. He liked her voice and her personality seemed cute, although he was weary that she had made it know she wanted to eat him. The only reservation was the cost.

As if reading his mind, Megan said “I’ll even split the cost with you. That way, you’ll know I’m not just gonna leave you high and dry in there.”

“Uh, ok”, Jeremy agreed. This might not be a fruitless visit after all. Of course, he was planning to have his fill of fun with Megan before he finally turned her down. Maybe he’d even lead her on a bit, get her to think he might go through with being shrunk if it turned her on.

“Great”, she exclaimed. She waved to a nearby barmaid.

“Hi Nibs. How can I help you?”, said the barmaid.

“We need the consent waiver forms for him”, she nodded towards Jeremy, “the ones for the Interrogation Room.”

“Sure thing honey”, the barmaid winked at her, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Uh…consent waiver?”

“Yep. You sign that you consent to go forward with being shrunk if, after being in the Interrogation Room, you decide to get shrunk. It just saves time if you decide to go through with it. I’ll show you on the form where it says you’re not obligated to decide to go that route.”

A slight doubt crept up Jeremy’s spine, but he took it in stride. He could handle himself. There was no way he was going to allow this girl, no matter how hot she was, to convince him to get shrunk and eaten. Still, he felt excited. Perhaps it was the thrill of anticipation from some deep-down primal fantasy that he had kept buried deep within his soul.

“Hey, um, how come that server called you Nibs?”, he inquired.

“Oh, just a nickname. The girls around here know me”, she smiled mischievously.

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Minutes later, after signing the forms, paying for the usage of the room and skipping by the line for the regular shrink booth, Megan had him to the door to the Interrogation Room. Later, they both had stripped clothes and had worked out on the lounger for some time. The next thing Jeremy knew, he was strapped into the restraint chair, his legs spread wide and his arms over his head. After fumbling around in her purse, she had taken a nude strip of what looked like gummy-like or plasticy material and snapped what turned out to be an edible cock & ball ring around the base of his package, making it stand out prominently. The shrink ray was pointing down at his abs. His chest had been whipped red. In front of him, Megan was peppering his vulnerable testicles. She had started out with light taps, but was now bringing up the crop quite forcefully, again and again.

Jeremy was beside himself with surprise and fear. How had he allowed himself to get in this position. He knew his life was now in great danger to this seductress-come-dominatrix. He hadn’t seen that coming. She had seemed such a nice girl. He looked down at his cock, erect and as hard as it had ever been in his young life. Pre-cum was dripping out of it.

Oh yes, now he vaguely remembered. They had been having such a good time, hands all over each other. When he had tried to gain entry, she had slithered out from under him and mentioned something about her ‘kinky’ side. She had asked him to ‘trust her’. In his sexually heightened state, his brain had ceded control to his little head. If he had a free hand, he would slap himself in the forehead for his stupidity.

“Please”, he sighed.

“Are you ready?”, she said anxiously, breathlessly, her free hand holding a remote control.

“I’ll do anything you want. Just”, he gritted his teeth as she hit him again, “…please stop busting my nuts.”

“Oh, goody”, she pulled her safety glasses (which she had worn like a tiara) over her eyes. She stepped two paces back and pressed the button. A beam of blinding light gleamed from over her shoulder, focusing on Jeremy’s midsection. After a couple moments, Megan looked and, behold, on the restraint chair, his body still naked and splayed, was a three inch version of Jeremy. His tiny form looked stunned and his arms and legs remained sticking out as if he were in a state of paralysis. The little cock & ball ring, being organic, had shrunk with him.

Stooping down, Megan picked up the tiny figure by his hips and brought it up close to her face. The little guy seemed to finally be regaining his senses and was rubbing his arms and blinking rapidly. She brought him up above her nose, his legs splaying just above it.  She seemed to give him a little sniff.

“Jeremy..?”

“Uh, yes..yes, Megan.”

“I’ll tell you why the girls call be Nibs”, she began, looking down at him ominously, “it’s short for The Nibbler. Atleast, that’s what the servers call me. My friends call be ‘the ball whisperer’.”

 (Megan with shrunken Jeremy) 

She playfully licked his cinched scrotum with the tip of her tongue, which she had twisted up into a hard ball. “These amazing little things – the more worked up I get a guy, the more they churn that special juice. It’s these two things that make you guys vulnerable. Vulnerable to our suggestions and your secret desires. Tell you what - I’ll issue you a challenge – as long as you don’t cum, I won’t keep you shrunk down and eat you. If you cum, I will eat you, starting with these tasty morsels.”

“But, I want to cum”, he argued.

“That makes two of us”, she chuckled, I want to milk you dry. She breathed on him and his already stiff cock twitched.

Reaching her lips up again, the mostly closed lips sucked his balls in. Jeremy was in heaven. His back arched, his arms reaching up to try to gain some handhold in that indention between her mouth and nose.

“Mmmm…mmmm”, she moaned loudly. She was slurping his little sack in her mouth, separating his balls and swirling them around gently. She allowed his little cock to dangle by her upper lip as she edged him along. Her other hand played with her clit.

The excitement was too much for him. Jeremy came, his little cock spewing his cum on her upper lip. In the next moment, he felt her teeth clench on his scrotum and they were separated from him, blood spurting up into Megan’s mouth. She sucked his lower body into her mouth now, his upper torso sticking out. In tremendous pain, his little arms pushed with all his might against her upper lip.

“Oh..oh gawd”, he was able to get out before she sucked in the rest of him and swallowed him down in one motion. “Gulp.”

“Thanks for trusting me”, she said after catching her breath, with a slight cackle. “You were delicious.”

She quickly gathered her clothes and dressed. Then she went back to join her friends in the club.

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Lindsay was having a bit of a slow night working the restaurant. She was pondering the bowl of unwilling which had just a few tinies, 2 men and 1 woman, when Jackie came through the swinging doors into the kitchen.

“Hey Linz. Got someone out there says they’re looking for you. A real looker too. Let me know if don’t want him. I’ll be happy to gobble him up. Rachael put him at one of your tables, # 18.”

Lindsay’s stomach growled, but she thought she’d best attend to the new customer first. “Ok, I’ll be right out.”

Perhaps the new customer would be her dinner. Almost all who asked for her by name ended up in her tummy, after all. She brightened her face and walked down the rows of tables.

As she approached table 18, her mouth dropped.

“Darren?!”

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