The Nibbler's Forbidden Adventures: Dylan Goes Off

Dylan could hardly believe his luck. Here was his gorgeous roommate, Ember, a girl whom he’d lived with for several months and tried unsuccessfully for so long to get into her pants, and now she was dancing sensually with him and letting him roam his hands all over. He knew it – she had been playing hard-to-get all along. He knew (in his mind) that no girl could resist his charms. Sooner or later, they’d give in. He congratulated himself, I’ll be balls deep in this chick’s pussy before the end of the night.

So it was that he was disappointed when she suddenly pulled away after a few minutes, saying something about being thirsty.

The two made their way over to the plush L-shaped lounger booth which faced open to the dance floor. This was a premium location on the second floor and afforded a good view of the dance floor, both bar areas and the hall which led towards the foyer. It was typically one of the first areas scooped up by a good-sized group on a weekend, but with it being a week day, BJ and Jason had been lucky to find it available. Seated around the central table, also L-shaped to accommodate, were Anna, Jason, Nellie and  Annie. Ember scooched down next to Annie, while Dylan sat down on the outside. BJ and Janet were nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Janet?”, asked Ember, blowing her hair out of her eyes.

“Probably having herself a BJ snack”, said Anna jokingly.

“That’ll be the day”, said Ember, “though I wouldn’t put it past Janet to try some day.”

“Whaddya mean, BJ snack?”, asked Dylan innocently. He still was unaware of what the final results of the tiny men at Forbidden Dish was.

“Come on Dylan”, said Annie sternly, “you saw that waitress playing with the tiny man over there.”

“Ohhh”, said Dylan.

“Well, I’m sure they’re playing nicely somewhere, full sized”, said Anna. The others nodded.

Just then a pretty sandy-blond haired young woman sauntered up to their booth. She had on light brown flowery cross between Capri pants and pajamas – they looked very light and comfortable. Up top, she wore a turquoise t-shirt with a light shawl covering her shoulders. She held a tray of shot glasses filled with a clear liquid.

“Hi ladies.  Guys.”, she gave each a pleasant look, “You look like a fun group and I’m all by myself tonight. Mind if I join you, my name’s Megan.”

“Sure”, said Anna, Ember and the boys, while Annie and Nellie both looked at the woman suspiciously.

“Thanks”, said Megan, placing her tray in the center of the table and sitting down next to Anna, “here, have a shot on me.”

“What is it?”, said Jason.

“It’s called Confidence. It tastes a little like Vodka, with a fruity additive mixed in for taste.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I can drink that. I’m not twenty-one yet”, Nellie said, her palms out as she shook her head.

“Don’t be silly”, said Megan, “it’s not alcoholic, it just looks and tastes like it. Anyone can drink it.”

Nellie looked unconvinced, “I don’t understand. If it’s not alcoholic, what’s the point?”

“It’s like the name says, it makes a person feel…more confident.”

 Just then the server Jackie was at their table.

“Jackie, please tell these fine folks that they can drink Confidence. A couple of them are worried that they’re not old enough.”

“Oh, yeah”, said Jackie, scrunching up her face to emphasize her point, “anyone can drink them. They’re good. Those one are mild anyway.” Looking over at Dylan, she said, “I like your t-shirt.”

Annie was the first to down her shot. She smiled and declared, “Not bad”.

“Wanna try one”, Anna said smiling, handing one to Jason. He had been admiring her hands while looking at them on the table as they were near where the shots were. He thought her fingers looked warm and gentle and liked how her the orange fingernail polish contrasted with her tanned skin. He gently took the shot glass from her, tilting his head to smile back at her.

Dylan took a shot and downed it. Ember, grabbing a shot and preparing to drink it, asked “mild?”

“Uh yeah, there’s mild, medium and cocky”, Jackie laughed, saying, “just different levels, though they all taste pretty much the same. I can see these are mild though, because they have a greenish color.”

“What are the other colors?”, inquired Annie, pondering another shot.

“Um, yellow for medium and reddish for cocky”, said Jackie, giggling.

“Makes sense”, said Annie, nodding. Ember and Anna each took a shot and downed it, while Nellie sipped half of hers before finally downing the remainder. They all agreed it tasted pretty good.

“Great”, said Jackie, “here’s some menus”, she handed out a laminated 8x11 menu to each of them. The menu for the bar areas wasn’t as elaborate as the book-sized menu for the restaurant proper. “Let me know if I can get anyone anything”, she looked at Dylan squarely now, “and let me know if you still want…”

“Thanks”, Ember blurted out suddenly, “er, just give us a couple minutes.”

Annie covered her mouth, sniggering mirthfully at the sudden interruption as though she was in on an inside joke. Megan took notice.

“Sure honey”, said Jackie, collecting herself after the sudden interruption, “I’ll be back in a couple.”

“Oh Jackie, could you bring us all another round of Confidence when you come back? Bring a few of the medium ones, if you would”, said Megan sweetly.

--

In dining room 11, BJ hitched up his light trousers. He was looking down at a ravaged Janet, bottomless and with her hair disheveled. She smiled up at him, satisfied and dick drunk. Nobody tapped that special button for her like BJ and she loved their no-strings-attached arrangement.

“Is this why you like to come here on weekdays?”, she asked the question that she and her friends had wanted to know.

“Of course - it’s not as busy, so there are lots of open private rooms. It’s easy to sneak in”, said BJ. He purposefully didn’t add that it helped that Janice was a friend of the family and a bit sweet on him herself. He liked to align his trips on days when she would be at the head of the line, operating the shrink room.

“It’s what I figured”, said Janet, starting to straighten out her clothes. “Hey, I know it’s a bit of a sore subject, but do you ever hear from Jenny?”

“That bitch!”, BJ thought to himself, thinking of his one-time friend who had eaten his best friend Lucas, who was an unwillingly. He just shook his head, no.

“I hear she’s having a rough time. Maybe…”

BJ interrupted, “SHE’S having a tough time? How about my buddy Lucas? What’s left of him is a pile of goo somewhere in the sewer. He had a life, Janet. A bright future ahead of him.”

“I know, I know. I’m…sorry. It’s just that Jenny was forced into doing it.”

“I don’t wanna hear this, Janet”, he put his hands up to his ears, “ready to head back?”

“Yeah”, sighed Janet.

--

“So Megan, what do you do?”, asked Annie.

“Well, I design things. I’m independently wealthy, so I don’t need to work. It lets me tap into my creative side.”

“Cool”, said Dylan. Annie nodded in agreement, then continued to peruse the menu.

“I wish I could do that”, said Nellie.

“What do you do, uh, Nellie, right?”

“Uhuh. I work at a bank”, Nellie scrunched her nose, “Kinda boring work.”

“But boring pays the bills, right?”, said Anna, trying to cheer her up.

“I guess.”

“I like your nose ring”, said Jason, noting the little gold piercing in Megan’s left nostril.

“Thank you, Jason”. Cassidy’s eyes smoldered at him, catching him off guard and making him turn away. She found his shyness amusing.

Jackie came back with a tray of Confidence. “Ok, remember, the yellow ones are medium strength”, she set each shot glass one by one into the center of the table. “Now, things are starting to get a bit busier, so I won’t be able to check up on you as often. Just holler at me if you need anything and I’ll come over.”

“Can I get a couple sliders, extra spicy mustard and a soda?”, said Annie. She hadn’t had much to eat and wasn’t a big eater per se, but thought she might enjoy a couple snacks.

“Sure thing sweetie. I’ll just go check to make sure we have some in stock.”

“What type of sliders do-?”, Dylan began to ask.

“Um, I’ll have a water”, said Ember quickly.

“Did you want a slider too Ember?”, smiled Annie mischievously.

“Oh, I might have one a little later”, replied Ember, looking at Dylan with one eye and winking back at Annie with the other.

Anyone else?”

“Yeah, um, that mint sherbet tiny a la mode looks pretty good. One scoop of that”, Nellie said.

That sounded good to Dylan too. He tried to look at one of the menus, but Ember snatched it away from him. “No eating just yet. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Bitch!”, said Dylan jokingly.

“I’m not done with you yet either”, said Jackie, smoothly recovering her empty tray and leaning over to sweetly caress his face all in one motion. She licked her lips, earning her glares from Ember and Annie. It made her retreat, hands out, “ok, ok. He’s all yours ladies. Can I get anything for anyone else?”

“Water for me too”, said Anna, then whispered something to the server that the others couldn’t hear.

“Me too”, said Nellie.

Jackie nodded her head, “Got it, three waters, a soda, two sliders, extra spicy, and sherbet. Ok, I’ll be back in a jiff.”

As Jackie left them, Dylan downed a shot of the yellow liquid, then looked at his roommates, whose glares at Jackie he couldn’t help but notice, and jokingly proclaimed, “My protectors!”

Anna handed Jason one of the yellow Confidence shots, “here, drink this. Then how about a little slow dancing while we, uh, get to know eachother a bit.”

Jason quickly downed it, then grabbed her Anna’s hand. “Let’s go.” Megan scooted out to let them out.

Dylan watched Anna’s figure as she and Jason went out to the dance floor. “Yo yo yo. That’s one sweet ass right there”, he said to himself, but out loud so that the others could hear it.

“So rude”, said Annie, swatting Dylan with her menu, his arms flailing to deflect it as he smiled. Nellie just giggled.

In the distance, Annie could see the server coming back with their order. She gave Ember a nudge, saying “Ember, why don’t you take Dylan out to the dance floor. Then I can watch both couples and have a show to go with my dinner”, she quipped.

‘Hella Good’ (by No Doubt) began playing.

“I love this song”, said Ember, “C’mon Dylan, one more song”, she pushed him to stand up, “let’s just see who has the better ass”, she said wiggling hers as she got out of the booth.

“MmmMmm, I just love when pussy competes”, he said laughing. All the girls, including Ember, rolled their eyes.

“Oh, here’s our food”, she observed a few seconds later.

At that moment, Jackie was back with their order. “Ok, here’s your sliders”, she set down a plate with the two sliders in front of Annie, “and here’s your ice cream”, setting a dish with green ice cream in front of Nellie, “and here’s the paperwork for the boys.”

“Thank you dear”, said Megan, who had come around the table to sit next to Annie. The other two women were busily eyeing up their food. Jackie handed her the paperwork and took a moment to observe the ladies eat.

Annie picked up one of her sliders. The bun, shaped like a hot dog bun, was roughly one and a half inches long. In it was a tiny naked man staring upwards at them. His little mouth had a clear strip across it, keeping him from speaking. Running down the center of his whole body was a stripe of brownish-yellow liquid that she assumed was the spicy mustard.

Annie pushed the sides of the bun aside briefly, observing that the tiny man’s hands were taped to his sides and his feet and knees were also tied together, both by the same clear strip material.  Covering the man’s waist was a pair of tiny underwear. He looked tanned and fit, probably in his mid-thirties, with a slightly receding hairline for his brown hair. He had a look of fear in his eyes.

“Adorable”, Annie said, trying to hide the inner excitement that she was feeling at the thought of eating her first tiny man.

“And completely edible, both the underwear and the strips. Your enzymes will dissolve the strips real quick too”, added Jackie. “Just remember, no biting.”

“No?”, said Annie, questioningly. She wasn’t aware of the rules at Forbidden Dish.

“Swallowing only”, Jackie responded, though she gave a wink at Megan, explaining “we have to be respectful of our food supply if we expect it to continue.”

“Uh, ok. Well, here goes”, she said, moving the slider so that the bun was sideway and putting one half of it into her mouth, then, tasting the man and the spicy mustard, she proceeded to shove the rest of it into her mouth and, in two gulps, swallowed it down.

“Mmmmm. Amazing”, Annie said after several seconds. The tiny man’s limbs must have been freed because she could feel the flutter in her belly. “Defintely an acquired taste”, she added, eyeing the little man in her second slider through her clear glasses.

Nellie, who had stopped drooling over her sherbet for a moment as she observed Annie, peered down to her ice cream. Shivering within were two tiny men. Both were restrained in similar fashion to the tiny men in the sliders, though one of them did not have a mouth strip. He was a bit of a chubby guy, perhaps in his mid-twenties.

“Hello there little man. What’s your name?” Nellie inquired.

“S..s..Scoop”, said the little man through clattering teeth.

Annie gave a snort as she tried not to break into an outright laugh, trying to be respectful.

“What did he say his name was?”, Megan said, though she was rather certain her ears had picked it up.

“Scoop..”, Nellie confirmed breathlessly, breaking into a laugh as soon as she got the word out. The other ladies also broke out into a laugh and a short gigglefest ensued.

“Oh, that’s too funny”, said Annie, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.

As Nellie gently scooped Scoop from her dish, along with a bit of sherbet, and put him into her mouth, Jackie said, “I see you met my neighbor Scoop.”

“Dour abor”, said Nellie with full mouth, in surprise, then swishing the tiny to the side of her cheek, spoke more clearly, “do you want me to spit him out.”

“Oh no, sweetie. Enjoy him. I was the one to convince him to come here after all. He was such a sweet boy, but these last couple years, he’s gotten chubby and lazy playing all these new video games. I thought he could make a much better contribution to society by volunteering here.”

“Right you were”, Megan agreed as she watched Nellie gulp the gamer down.

“Mmmmm”, Nellie half-moaned in pleasure, her eyes lighting up, “he really was sweet.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Holler if you need anything else”, Jackie said, leaving them.

With Jackie gone, Megan whispered to Annie not to worry about swallowing with the 2nd slider. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Annie looked down at her second slider. The tiny in this case was a cute boy, probably late teens. She picked up the slider and bit down mid-bun. Suddenly, it looked like her slider had mustard and ketchup on it. Swallowing the first half down, she devoured the second portion containing the former boy’s waist and legs soon thereafter.

“Yum”, she exclaimed, licking her lips and her fingertips.

As Nellie was focused on finishing her sherbet, Megan leaned in close to Annie and whispered  to her, “Look, there’s clearly something going on between you and Ember and Dylan. Care to fill me in? Maybe I can help out.”

Nellie fished out her second little man. He was a cute guy, probably mid-twenties, slightly receding hairline, with an athletic build. Though he was obviously cold, he looked up at her with longing.

“Hi there little guy. Ready to be my dessert?”

“Oh, yes. I’ve been waiting all day to be eaten by a pretty lady like you”, the shrinky said, looking pleased.

“You’re so sweet. What’s your name?”, Nellie said, taking a sip of water and bringing the shrinky on her spoon up to her mouth.

“Chip”

“Pfffsssssh”, Nellie spit her water out of her mouth, spraying the table, her eyes bugging, “You’re kidding!”

--

“What’s this”, asked Dylan after he was handed paperwork to read and sign by Annie. Dylan and Ember had only danced for a couple songs, returning to their booth soon after the ladies had finished their food. Dylan had been disappointed when Ember abruptly said she needed a break. She had allowed him to be very hands-on as they had danced closely and the imprints from his hands could be felt all over Ember’s waist, butt, hips and breasts. The things one must do, she told herself.

“It’s just the legal paperwork, all guys wearing the red bracelet have to sign it”, said Annie.

“Er, what’s it for?”, he said, a quizzical look on his face.

“It's a contract. A waiver to say you've come here willingly. No big deal," said Megan, smiling.

"Uh, how come you girls don't have to sign any paperwork?" Dylan asked.

"Cause we're girls. Guys are the ones who typically can get shrunk here. It's just to protect you." she lied.

When she gave him a pointed look, he relented, “Ok, makes sense”, Dylan agreed. He wasn’t the brightest bulb even when thinking clearly and presently, his ‘little man’ was the one controlling the majority of his thought.

“Here, I’ll help you go through it”, offered Ember, ruffling his ear playfully, adding “Hey, have you tried the red one yet? They’re really good.”

“Here”, said Annie, pushing one of the red Confidence shots towards his hands.

As Ember quickly went through the document with him, Dylan downed his second red Confidence shot.

“Mmmm, these are good”, he said.

--

Jason had a vague knowledge of what Forbidden Dish was all about. He knew guys got shrunk down and some of them were even eaten. BJ had told him that much. He was secretly a bit of a vorephile himself. He’d never told anyone before, but he actually thought it would be very sexy to be shrunk to a few inches and played with by a beautiful girl or woman. He didn’t really want to be digested, so he told himself he would really vet the person he was thinking of being shrunk for and do his best to find a playful girl, but one he felt he could trust not to go through with actually eating him. If the girl would let him scope out her figure and then give him some mouth play, it would be a dream come true. Then he could simply be resized and perhaps try with another girl the next time he visited the Dish.

In the back of his mind, he didn’t think he could actually go through with letting himself be shrunk down, no matter how much he felt he could trust the girl or how beautiful she was. For him, the thrill of the chase was a major factor. He liked that girls found him attractive and nice and would come after him that way. There were a couple problems with his thinking at present. For one, he was actually attracted to mischievous, fun girls with ‘bad’ streaks. Secondly, the effects of Confidence were starting to numb his survival instincts. He decided to allow Anna to keep pushing him down this route, believing that when the time came, he could put a kibosh on things when they reached the danger level.

As Jason slow-danced with Anna, he looked down past Anna’s slightly bushy eyebrows into her beautiful doe-like amber eyes. The typically uptempo music had taken a slow turn, with ‘Live to Tell’ (by Madonna) kicking off.  Her hair smelled of shampoo. She pulled his head in close and kissed him. He could taste her minty fresh breath as he tangled tongues with her. She tasted delicious.

Separating briefly, he told her such. “You taste wonderful.”

Anna laughed, “So do you. I wish I could just eat you up.” Before he could respond, she said “C’mere”,  re-engaging his mouth and kissing him deeply.

He reveled in the texture of her narrow tongue. It was strong and vibrant and he felt his cock begin to twitch followed by her hand as she grasped it, feeling it’s hardness grow in her small soft hands, causing him to gasp and attempt to take a breath while still pressed into her mouth. She giggled. As he turned to the side, she blew lightly on his ear, continuing to hold him.

Anna’s face on his chest, she asked him lightly, “Do you think I’m pretty Jason?”

“I think you’re real pretty”, he answered without hesitation. She smiled at his response.

“So, tell me about yourself”, she said.

“What do you want to know?”

“Let’s see. What do your parents do…”

They engaged in further small talk as they continued to slow dance for the remainder of the song and the couple that followed, which were also slower paced. She was able to garner more information about the life of the normally shy boy.

--

"I'm good with my mouth", said Megan.

Had Dylan heard Megan correctly? He watched as the three girls giggled and whispered to themselves. He couldn’t quite make out what they said, but from time to time, one would steal a glance at him. For Dylan, he didn’t so much mind what they were saying about him as long as it was about him. When it came to pretty girls and women, he simply ate the attention up.

After a moment, Annie had scooted back to her seat, apparently content with what the others were planning.  Megan continued to confer softly with Ember for a bit than looked Dylan dead in the face and with her sultriest voice, said, "How'd you like us to eat you all up?"

"Eat Me?", said Dylan, looking confused.

"Yeah, you know", Ember took her finger and pushed it between her plush lips, moving it steadily in and out with a practiced motion, making her cheek bulge, then broke down giggling as she pulled it out.

"Oh shit. Really?", said Dylan, thinking he understood that meant a blowjob.

"From both of us", said Megan, nodding towards Ember, then, arching an eyebrow, she added “I promise we’ll drain those little balls of yours dry.”

Dylan was struck momentarily speechless.

“Every. Last. Drop”, mouthed Megan, pausing between each word for emphasis.

Dylan's stunned face and wide eyes alternated between the two. "Shut the front door!", he exclaimed.

Scooting her chair back, Ember said, "Let's go". She took an all-too compliant and smiling ear-to-ear Dylan, who had hopped up on command, by the arm.

Megan made up the rear, one of her hands gently caressing Dylan's hips.

"Have fun", yelled Annie at them.

Fuck yeah! Two women!, thought Dylan. Wild-eyed, his hormones almost literally making him bounce off the ground, Dylan was a bundle of horny energy.

As she led him away, Dylan put one hand on Ember's left hip and with the other, he nervously cupped her right breast. It slowed her movement down quite a bit, but she didn't say a word or move either hand away. His brain was so amped up, he felt like a monkey clanging cymbals together excitedly.

They got in line. The line was not large, just eight people, four couples each of guy with girl, in front of them. The couple in front of them were kissing heatedly.

As they stopped at the back of the line, Dylan looked to both girls and said, "Why are we in line again?"

"Oh, it's just to get a room. There's only so many of them back there, you know. But you'll see, the line moves quick." said Megan, re-assuring him.

As they approached the front, Ember pulled Dylan to her, surprising him, and stuck her tongue down his throat. After a couple moments, Megan turned his face towards her and followed suit. It took his attention from the couple being processed in front of him. After a few moments, Megan pulled away gently and Dylan tried to catch his breath.

"Dayum, girl", he said, impressed.

"Next", said the attendant, who was sitting on a stool near an open door. Next to her were some controls on the side.

"You go first", Ember pushed him giddily towards the shrink booth.

"Hey. Chill. What do you mean, I go first?" He had stopped just inside the door.

"To be shrunk, sir", said the young attendant who's nametag read Janice. Megan tapped the girl on her shoulder, making a signal the attendant understood. She responded with a knowing nod.

"Shrunk. I don't wanna be shrunk." He said.

"It's the only way we're allowed to play here", Megan interjected, "Ember is getting shrunk next", she added.

"But, why do we have to get shrunk?"

"It's in the rules", Megan said, thinking quickly, "it's the only way we can ALL play and have fun in their special room. You'll love it"

Dylan didn't look totally convinced. He looked to Ember, who smiled sweetly and shook her head yes.

"Really?" He looked towards the attendant.

"Yup", said Janice in a businesslike tone.

"Oh, all right", Dylan gave in. He wasn't about to pass up his chance at pussy with two beautiful women. The part of his brain which was telling him this might be some kind of trap was losing out to the part which had been feeling up both women while in line and which had secured a steamy french kiss from both women.

And Ember, the girl he'd been trying to lay for months. His roommate. He suspected that she had simply played hard-to-get and was into him all along. All those times of acting insulted and annoyed – they were just to egg him on. Surely, she would not lead him astray. Both had promised him the best blowjob of his life, hadn’t they? What had they said: his memory conjured the image back into his mind. "You'll never have another blowjob like this the rest of your life." Megan had said it with the utmost sincerity and Dylan's mind had simply stopped in it's tracks, watching the girls confer for a moment. It really wasn't a close decision for him. After all, the bigger portion of his brain told him, what did he have to lose?

After sealing the door, Janice looked up to Megan. "Size?"

"Better make him three inches", she said thoughtfully, giving the operator a large tip, looking to Ember and adding “Three inches is a good size to play with.”

--

Dylan was quickly shrunk down. He thought the process was cool and liked the swirling mists which followed the blast of green light. Unlike a lot of shrinkies, his didn’t get entangled in his light clothing. He simply stood in the open clearing of the clump.

Opening the door, a huge Ember walked in to gather him. “There’s our little guy”, she said excitedly. “Oooh, nice undies”, she giggled, noticing he had been wearing Spiderman underwear. She’d seen Dylan in these undies before and had teased him about it, but Dylan, now hopped up on Confidence, didn’t even blink.

‘Whoosh’, it was like getting hit by gail force winds as she stooped happily to pick him up. Rising with him near her face, she noticed what she had suspected earlier – he already had an erection and it jutted up at about a 60’ angle, curving towards the ceiling as it went. She was impressed – it was a bit larger than what she had suspected the juvenile boy to be working with. Hmmm, maybe I should have taken this for a ride, she considered.

A part of him did wonder as she carried him, Megan walking beside peering down at him, why neither of them had gotten shrunk yet. Perhaps that was still to come.

“Let’s go in here”, said Megan finally. They had walked past several dining rooms, “it’s my favorite room and it’s a bit larger than the others. She had led them to the ‘Interrogation Room’.

Inside was a special chair and a loveseat. Megan bypassed the chair, instead having Ember sit on the loveseat and pulling up a small table from a corner of the room and pulling it over to the love seat, where she now also sat.

“Go ahead and put it on the table”, she instructed Ember where to put the tiny boy, who did so.

As Dylan stood there naked, looking out at them, his little cock throbbing, he noticed the table came to about shoulder level for the girls as they sat. He seemed to be saying something to them, but they didn’t quite make it out and so both of them leaned inwards a bit so they could hear.

“Are you ready for our surprise?”

“Let’s go bitches. You promised.” He didn’t say this derogatively, but rather playfully as he danced, shaking his butt and making some motions with his arms as he talked. Then he smiled.

“Ok, ok”, giggled Megan, “now I want you to close your eyes for a moment.”

Dylan hesitated. “Now, close them”, Megan ordered again softly, a smirk creeping up her lips.

Dylan closed his eyes and Megan brought out a little contraption, putting it behind Dylan’s tiny standing form. It looked like a tiny wall with the imprint of a small figure X cut out of it so that a little three inch man, such as Dylan was, could fit into it’s depth.

“Where’d you get that..?” giggled Ember.

“Oh, I have my resources”, smiled Megan. In fact, it had been given to her as a birthday present by her aunt, the manager and part owner of Forbidden Dish, Meghyn.

“..It’s so cute”.

Megan pushed Dylan, who’s eyes were now open, with her finger into his belly lightly. She gently pushed him to step back into the crevice of the contraption. Dylan looked behind him at it as he stumbled lightly backward.

“Go ahead and let yourself fit into the wall and then we can get started on that little dick of yours. Once you’re strapped in, it’ll stick out like a sore thumb”, she ordered, laughing.

As Dylan moved back into the wall unit, he had to step up about a half foot (to him). His little legs were splayed slightly and his arms went over his head, angled out slightly towards the ceiling.

“Cool”, he thought. His mind was still on what he was about to receive and his vision shifted back towards Ember, who had her chin resting on her crossed hands, watching him like a cat would a mouse, but smiling ever so sweetly. Dylan’s cock felt about as hard as it had ever felt in his life and that was saying something. It twitched as he looked over and saw Ember’s face viewing him with her smirk. In fact, he was so ready for this that his little cock ached for attention.

“Ok, let’s make sure you’re in there snug”, said Megan, pushing ever so slightly on his tummy, even brushing up against his outthrust appendage, making Dylan grunt. Then, she did something to strap his arms, locking them in upraised position. Dylan felt something push into his puckered asshole. It didn’t hurt, but it definitely got his attention. His eyes bugged a little at the goosing.

“All ready”, she said, looking at them both. “Now, are we ready for our little cum fountain to begin?”

Megan produced a small remote. It had 3 little button on it, black, red and green. She pushed the black one, waited a moment, then, while eyeing Dylan with a wicked smile, she pressed the red button.

“ZZZZZZZZZtt”. The device activated and Dylan’s body went ramrod straight. He had been infused with a continuous jolt of electricity right into his prostrate gland.

--

"Oh god, oh fuck, I think I'm gonna cum,,,", screamed Dylan. 

Out of Dylan's cock sprang a small fountain of cum. Ember squealed excitedly "ooooooh", looking at the spray and then to Megan's face.

"Have a taste", said Megan, nodding to the tiny boy.

Ember put her lips to Dylan's twitching cock. She sucked in the still oozing cum.

Dylan was stunned. His brain couldn't form a coherent thought and drool slipped out of his mouth. He had two separate feelings conflicting at the same time, both pleasurable and both debilitating. His whole body was numb except for the pleasures he was receiving on both ends of his pelvis.

After several seconds, Megan pulled Ember back and moved herself into position. She sucked on Dylan’s little dick and nuts with her lips. Amazingly, cum continued to ooze out onto her lips. If Dylan had been aware, he would have known he was having the longest male orgasm in history.

He was being fucked silly and blind. His eyes were glazed over, unseeing, but his mouth broke into a broad grin and he just started laughing.

Ember and Megan alternated once more, sucking on his still flowing juices. Then, as Megan was making her second pass on his genitals, Ember whispered to her with a smile, “I’m getting hungry.”

Whether she had intended for him to hear it or not, Dylan opened an eye, looking in her general direction. Megan withdrew her mouth and hit another button on her control. His ejaculation came to a dribble as it continued to ooze out of his now spent cock. His tiny cock continued to twitch involuntarily in erratic fashion. His nuts had shriveled up within his sack to the size of peas within it as they had been overworked for such an extended period.

--

"Hmmm. Why don't you roll out the red carpet for him", Megan nudged Ember. She unhooked Dylan's little arms from the contraption and his little body slumped happily forward, stumbling from the contraption.

Coming down from his bliss, Dylan's vision now took heed of the approaching mouth. Putting his hands out, he grasped her upper lip to balance himself and began to hump Ember’s tongue, which had curled into a point with the sides upturned, cradling his tiny package.

Megan withdrew her tongue temporarily to speak. "Goodbye Dylan", said Ember, "I hope you enjoyed it. Time to gobble you up for good now."

For the first time, Dylan felt a twinge of real doubt flicker up his spine. “What are you talking about. I’m your roommate! You know me!” His breathing was rapid now.

“Nah. Not anymore. Once you got shrunk down, you stopped being a person to me. You might think you're something else, but you'll see in a few seconds that you're just a piece of food digesting in my belly. I'm not saying that to be mean or cruel, just stating the facts. You’re no longer my roommate. You’re just…mine.”

As if to underscore her point, Megan said, “That’s right Ember. Let it know who’s boss.”

Suddenly, Dylan's brain was hit with the realization of what was really about to occur, that Ember was 100% right. He began to shiver and cry. As the beautiful, exotic mouth engulfed him, he emitted a shrill scream, one that would have done a scream queen proud as it hit the high octaves that typically only females could reach. The sound was dampened as her mouth closed on him.

As Ember took Dylan in, she felt her panties being pulled aside and soon two of Megan’s fingers were inside of her, jilling her towards an orgasm.

Ember's mouth, coated with saliva and his sperm, swirled Dylan into a little ball. She could feel his body flailing vainly in protest. As Ember came, she titled her head up and he practically slid down her throat like he was riding a water slide. It was as if her throat had been greased slippery - and, in a way, it had been. He grasped desperately with his arms, contacting her tongue and, as he went down, her throat, but his hands simply couldn’t get a firm hold of anything to stop his descent. She remembered how he’d once told her he wanted to eat her pussy. Instead, she thought, this pussy cat just ate you.  “Meow…”, she uttered as she climaxed.

Ember’s body continued to shudder as Megan’s fingers plunged in and out of her for some time and combined with the sensations coming from her stomach, she convulsed in a second orgasm.

--

Several minutes later:

Afterward, as they approached their seats at the dance club, Megan told her to go ahead and that she had to take care of something that wouldn't take her too long.

"Well?" Inquired Annie, lifting a brow.

Ember simply smiled and opened her mouth in an "Ahhh", then giggled. Annie got the hint.

"That takes care of that problem then. Did he atleast pay for his, er, meal?"

"All taken care of. It's in the legal forms he signed. Megan even had them add an addendum where his bank finances get routed to your account."

"Good girl", said Annie happily, "so, no issues on that front?"

"Oh...no. His little mind was so distracted, he would have signed anything just so that we could get started." Yet, despite her apparent flippant attitude, Ember had felt a pang of guilt regarding Dylan shortly after his demise. For she knew his fate was sealed the moment he had walked through the entrance of Forbidden Dish. Still, it was a deed she felt needed to be done. It was a transaction of sorts. He got to kiss and fondle them and he sure had cum a lot. There could be no denying he’d had his share of pleasure before being devoured. The boy had wanted it and he had gotten it. And as she replayed in her mind how fun it had been, all feelings of guilt began to quickly subside to the point of non-existence.

Megan had returned and sat down with them. A minute later, Jason and Anna approached from the dance floor. Nellie herself had just gotten back from a trip to the girl’s room.

“Where’s Dylan”, Jason said as he took his seat.

“Oh, he..just went off somewhere”, said Ember with a smirk.

Ember, Annie and Megan both giggled, then took a sip of their drinks.

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