The Nibbler's Forbidden Adventures: The Traditional Family
Wednesday, lunchtime
“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 and his eyes followed her legs as she walked away towards the kitchen.
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, “Mom, doesn't that place look 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.
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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.”
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Lunchtime was not typically a busy time for Forbidden Dish, especially on Wednesdays. 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.
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“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. Whiskers, 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 swimming 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's 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. One of the women watched with amusement as her shrunken male crawled along her index finger towards her fingernail.
She slowly moved her finger towards her face, then as she tilted her head back, she rolled her finger, upending him and letting him fall into her open mouth, gently landing on her tongue. She closed her mouth closing, enveloping him within. She didn’t wait long, gulping hard, a lump appearing in her throat and traveling in wave-like fashion downward until it disappeared. The other woman took her time in playing with her food in a very sexual manner, licking the tiny guy all over and kissing and tonguing his genitalia. With the atypical quietness in the restaurant, the wet squelching sounds were noticeably audible to the Whiskers family. She sucked his legs in first, her mouth pulling him further in and her soft lips closing gently over his waist and abdomen. Only his head, shoulders and arms lay outside as he clung to her bulbous lower lip. There was a sleepy, glazed look to his eyes as he looked down, as though all his focus was on the pleasure he was receiving within. “Mmmm”, moaned the woman as she continued to suckle all the flavor out of the shrinky.
After some time, the woman sucked the rest of the young man into her mouth and swallowed him whole, the bulge in her throat 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, whom she noticed staring at her, his mouth wide open in awe.
“Ohhh…hmmph, my word!”, exclaimed Mrs. Whiskers in shock, fanning her face with her menu as she felt a sudden hot flash come over her.
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.
“Yes, they were real guys”, said a perky voice behind them.
Looking up, the kids saw that it was Lindsay, who had come back to check on them.
“Those boys came in a little earlier…couldn’t wait to get shrunk down and for some nice ladies to gobble them up.”, Lindsay continued.
“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”, Lindsay replied, shifting her glance from Becky and settling on Johnny. “And when they squirm on the way down and in your belly, it’s the best thing ever”, she said, a twinkle in her eyes.
“Er…have you ever eaten…?”, Johnny stammered, trying to get his question out. He was a bit intimidated.
“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 feeling of emotion 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 curiosity, wondering what it would be like to actually be shrunken down, toyed with and serviced by those huge mouths and tongues, the lustful desire to perhaps get swallowed up like they had, to join his essence with a female he found desirable, to become one with her, to give himself to her mercy and domination, in return for her attention…and potential food. And if that be his end, what a way to go out, to be licked and lathered and swallowed.
Lindsay had no doubt the boy had a hard-on. 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 very likely 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. But, um, I turn seventeen in a couple months”, he added hopefully, 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.”
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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.
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In another corner of the restaurant, away from the Whiskers and the smattering of other patrons, the waitress Jackie Divine sat in her own booth with her friend Jace. Jace, a track and field athlete from Jackie’s college had come to Forbidden Dish and willingly gotten shrunk down after Jackie had told him how fun it was and that she would entertain him. She had challenged him to a game of truth or dare, her dare being for him to get shrunk at the Dish, and then he could ‘truth’ her as much as he wanted after. The idea of truthing a girl he’d flirted with off and on over the semester did sound quite appealing to him.
Jace had come during her lunch break as Jackie had requested - she had longer breaks on the one day during the week that she worked (the couple weekend days were a completely different story, as she was constantly on the move and had little time to devote to any one particular person). They talked for awhile. To get him in the mood to be shrunk, she had offered him free rounds of pints of Confidence. He hadn’t heard of the drink, but he quite liked the taste of it. After he’d been shrunk down, he inquired many ‘truths’ from her, learning some very interesting details about her.
Jace was mildly disappointed when Jackie abruptly announced she had to get back to work after only about fifteen minutes with him in his shrunken state. She leaned her face down to the table to give him a little kiss on his face, his tiny arms grasping the sides of her luscious lips as he kissed her back. He had expected to spend at least a half hour with her based on their conversation at the track and before he was resized back to normal. Still, it had been an amazing experience, one he looked forward to telling his friends and teammates.
Jackie noticed the pouty look on little Jace’s face. At a couple inches tall and wearing only the edible briefs he’d been given at the shrink booth, she thought his look was adorable. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she told him, “Sorry Jace, but I am at work after all. And even though we’re not that busy, we’re a bit short-handed today.”
“Aw, that’s ok”, Jace squeaked back up at her, prompting a big grin from her.
“Good”, Jackie replied. “I do have time to clean you up. Would you like that?”
Jace wasn’t quite sure what that entailed, but it sounded promising. He nodded eagerly.
“That’s the spirit”, Jackie said, adding “and we did have fun, didn’t we?” Jace nodded sheepishly. Standing up, she pinched him gently around the waist between her thumb and index finger and gently set him down in the palm of her hand.
It was a huge kitchen. Jackie took him over to a large faucet and set the tap on for several seconds, testing the water with her other fingers until she seemed pleased with the temperature, then she stripped off his shorts and placed him under it. She was careful to not bring his head directly under the tap so that his little face wasn’t flooded. To Jace, it was heavenly – like being underneath a warm waterfall while the beautiful giant girl gently massaged him, even fondling his equipment a bit. Not that he would complain to her about that.
Afterwards, she had leisurely tapped him dry with a small towel (to her) and gently set him into a small empty bowl. She gave him a big smile and told him to ‘have fun’ before simply departing without another word. He sat down, figuring he’d have to wait until Jackie’s next break to get resized.
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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, young man”, she whispered into Johnny’s ear, “I expect to see you back here in about fourteen months and I’ll give you a night to remember.”
“R..really?”, he said nervously, yet somewhat hopefully.
“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.
As they left the restaurant proper, Johnny couldn’t resist taking one final peek back in Lindsay’s direction. Lindsay smiled as she strolled back to the kitchen. She loved recruiting young morsels-to-be. There was something delicious in the procurement effort. He’ll be back some day..and I’ll be waiting, she thought as she passed through the swinging doors.
Lunch time was over.
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Lindsay was in the first floor break room just off the kitchen, joking with a couple of her colleagues, and Scarlett and Kim and Garrett, the relatively new bus boy who had just been hired a couple weeks earlier. It had been a typically slow Tuesday lunch crowd and it was still a couple hours before the dinner crowd would trickle in.
Lindsay was recounting a couple of the patrons she waited on.
“Yeah, you shoulda seen this little kid’s eyeballs. They were this wide”, she gestured with her hands, spreading them apart in exaggerated fashion, “when he watched that professor and her girlfriend swallow those students down. I couldn’t help but tease him about it.”
“Lindsay, you’re so bad”, Kim mock scolded her, “how old was the boy?”
“He said he was sixteen”, she said, laughing, “you watch. I bet he comes back somewhere down the line. With lots of these boys, all you need do is plant the seed and then wait for it to germinate”, she glanced over at Garrett, who was sitting off by himself on a counter a little ways away. She had noticed how Garrett had hung on her every word whenever they were together at work.
This was Garrett’s first real job, having just turned eighteen recently. Having grown up an only child out on the farm, he was anxious to find a job in the city and away from his hard-driving father, who had been working him in the fields for several years. Working at Forbidden Dish also afforded him more opportunity to mingle with the opposite sex. He was a strong, confident boy, if a bit socially awkward. He was real sweet on Lindsay, thinking of how he’d like to ‘plow her fields’.
“You can’t blame him, can you?”, he said, maintaining eye contact with her.
Lindsay shrugged her shoulders. She found Garrett attractive, a bit of a ‘hunk’ in a casual way. She would never consider him boyfriend material, but perhaps a little tussle…?
Scarlett broke her thought. “So Lindsay, what was up with those college boys? Did they know those ladies?”
“Oh…yeah. That’s a bit of a funny one.”
“Well, do tell”, encouraged Kim.
“Ha. Ok, but this is the last one. Then, we better get back out on the floor. I’ve got some people that are coming to meet me here soon.”
The others nodded affirmatively.
“Alright. So, it was just before noon when these two young guys came in. Said they go to university here – the same one Jackie goes to. Kinda cute guys, too”, Lindsay gave Garrett a look, “I was thinking of maybe having one for a snack myself, but they said they were ‘taken’.”
“Taken?”, asked Scarlett.
“Yeah. Seems they had lost a bet with their biology professor. From what I gather, they both had near-failing grades and had approached the professor this morning and asked what they could do to better their grades. They were desperate to get a good grade since both their folks had been put out quite a bit to fund their summer classes”, Lindsay paused, taking a sip of water.
“Well, since it’s so close to end semester, with really only their finals left, she explained that there was limited opportunity for them to raise their grade and neither was confident in their ability to score on the final”, Lindsay continued, “so she propositioned them that they play some type of game about human anatomy, two versus one. They explained the game, but I don’t remember too much about it as a lot of what they said just went over my head. Anyways, if they won, she would give them both As for the class. But if she won, they would follow her and her friend to Forbidden Dish and they would swallow them and give them a lesson about their own digestive tracts.“
“I guess, either way, they would find it a learning experience…”, said Kim, causing the others to giggle.
“Exactly! Well, as you can guess, the boys lost. I’ll give them credit though. They went willingly and happily to get shrunk down and swallowed up. I think they really enjoyed their ‘learning’ experience”, Lindsay said, putting up air quotes and giving another smile to Garrett.
“You really think they enjoyed it?”, asked Garrett, who had a curious expression on his face.
“I’m sure they did.”
“But how can you be so sure? Doesn’t it hurt? To be digested, I mean”, Garrett inquired further.
“It can hurt, I guess. But it’s all in how the shrinky is swallowed down.”
Scarlett and Kim rolled their eyes. This was typical Lindsay.
“No really. I can practically ensure that any shrinky I swallow has the time of their life. I can make is so pleasant for them in my mouth that they practically fall unconscious before they get into my tummy. So they don’t feel any pain from digestion.”
“How do you know that?”, said Scarlett, not buying what Lindsay was selling. Garrett, however, took in everything Lindsay said as though it were gospel. He was enamored of the girl and was anxious to believe her.
“Oh, believe me, I’ve confirmed it. On occasion, I’ve gotten the stethoscope out and listened to my tummy after I’ve swallowed a shrinky. I never hear any screams unless it’s a shrinky that deserved it. Most of the time, I only hear light moans, as if they were having a beautiful dream and just don’t wake up.”
“That’s beautiful”, said Garrett softly, almost dreamily.
The girls giggled.
“Ok folks. Back to work.”
Lindsay hung back, waiting for Scarlett and Kim to leave, before putting a hand out to gently stop Garrett.
“Garrett, what time are you off tonight?”, she asked.
“Eight o’clock”, he answered.
“You know, if it’s not too busy by the time you’re off, I can show you what it’s like”, she half-whispered to him.
Garrett looked at her closely, a slightly confused look on his face.
“What it’s like to be shrunk down and in here”, she pointed to her mouth. “I’m really very good with my mouth.”
“Lindsay, that sounds nice, but I don’t…”
“Oh, I don’t mean swallowing you, silly”, she interjected.
“Uh…I don’t understand…”
“Well, we do have the ability to regrow a person back to their normal size. We don’t do it very often at all and you might have to wait for another guy to be recruited for food, but it’d be a win-win. You look like you’d be…delicious. I’d get to experience tasting and having fun with you and you’d get to understand how it feels to be in here”, she said breathily, lightly rubbing his chest.
“Um, I’ll think about it.”
Lindsay smiled and nodded at him. She had this youngster right in the palm of her hands.
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2:30pm Wednseday, Restaurant level, Forbidden Dish
Megan Jones sat alone at a corner table, relaxing and drinking her favorite chilled wine. She had waited patiently for Lindsay to take the orders of the last couple tables of patrons that she had been assigned to. Things had picked up a bit during the hour and Lindsay was well occupied, but finally, there came a break and Lindsay took some time to sit down with Megan. She also set a little dish on the table.
“Everything’s in place. Jason and BJ will be here tonight.”, Megan stated. She was just finishing up with an appetizer of quesadillas that Lindsay had brought her earlier.
“Are you sure?”, Lindsay asked, wondering how Megan could be so sure. After all, how could the future actions of teenage boys ever be known. They could be so unpredictable.
“Yes. I have it on good authority from our little informant”, Megan assured.
“And just who is our little informant?”
“Never you mind”, Megan responded, “Let’s just say it’s a boy that is friends with both BJ and has some off-schedule fun with Ms. Dresdin. You already know Andra – I know she and Kate are good friends.”
“Cool. So, what do we have to do on our end?”, asked Lindsay.
“Just make sure that the little whores that wander this place keep their distance from the boys. And make sure the Interrogation Room is free. I’ll be reserving it for the evening.”
“For the whole night?”, asked Lindsay, raising an eyebrow. “That’s gonna cost you a pretty penny.”
“The whole night”, Megan confirmed firmly, adding, “Oh, and you should probably add a queen-size bed in there for tonight. She looked into her purse and took out a wad of cash as well as her custom toothpick. She handed the cash to Lindsay, saying “this is for you and the girls and whichever bouncers you can get to move the furniture”, then began picking her teeth clean.
“You can count on us. We’ll do our part. What time do you expect them to show up?”
“I’d say between 5:30 and 6:30, based on patterns. Andra and Vicki, er, Ms. Dresdin, will get here around a quarter after 5. I’ll come back here…later.”
After Lindsay had departed, Megan turned her attention to the small dish in front of her and the shrunken little guy that was staring forlornly out at her.
Jace couldn’t believe what was happening. He had watched some of the kitchen staff, busy about their work, as well as the occasional waitress walk by him, sometimes stopping by other bowls which held multiple shrunken people, and plucking one or more from them before walking away. Jackie had walked in a few times, but hadn’t even looked in his direction. It had been over an hour after Jackie had deposited him in his bowl when he finally felt a shadow over him. Looking up, he was about to ask Jackie what took so long when he saw it was another waitress he didn’t recognize. She had scooped him up nonchalantly and deposited him in a smaller dish. He yelled up at her, telling her he was friends with Jackie, but the waitress didn’t seem aware that he was even speaking to her. She had simply ignored him and brought him out and set him in front of the woman who was now grinning down at him as she continued picking her teeth clean. He had listened to their brief conversation about BJ and, while he didn’t know the kid, he was aware of him, being an athlete himself and tuned into the local scene, where BJ had gained some notoriety as quite the stud athlete and future college star.
Jace had mixed emotions when the woman looked down at him, "Miss! Miss!", he yelled up at the woman, "Please. I'm not here to be eaten. My friend - she's a waitress here. She and I were just having a little fun and she's gonna have me resized back to normal. The waitress who brought me out here didn't know that. I can prove it. Just ask our server for Jackie and she'll tell you what I'm saying is true." He sighed, hands on hips, happy that he'd been able to get all that out quickly and (he believed) believably. She seemed to have heard and comprehended him.
Megan plucked him from the dish, setting him in her palm, and began talking to him. She made small talk, asking his name, how old he was, what he did, where he went to school. Nervously, he had respectfully answered all her questions while he looked about the huge dining area, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jackie.
When she’d found out the boy’s track and field expertise, an idea formed in Megan’s mind as she finished picking her teeth – it was a real wicked idea. Taking the toothpick out of her mouth, her lips parted wide into a sadistic grin as the tiny man stood in her palm and looked up at her. “Tell me little Jace, how are you in the pole vault, hmmm?” He would make an excellent shish-kebab, she thought.
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