A month after Dani had rescued Quinn

Chapter 5 – Alex and Kate

Alex watched as the flashing blue lights of the cop car reflected off his rear view mirror. He’d been speeding, and he’d been busted. Too bad he’d been caught within a few miles of his destination. Now he would be delayed. Not that it mattered. He would make it to the Forbidden Dish, sign his car off to the restaurant, it wasn’t like he’d be needing it now, and find a pretty girl to shrink him. He had seen advertisements on the internet about the girls who were on staff and also willing to vore a person. If he had no luck with the local female patrons he could always ask one of them if they would be willing to eat him.

But all that would have to wait until he received his ticket. He looked in the rear view mirror again. Like a typical cop, this one was making him wait while they ran the plates.

Finally the cop stepped from the cruiser and started walking towards him. It was a female cop. She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail which hung to one side and wore aviator glasses. As she approached the car, Alex could see through the thin screen to note her blue eyes.

“Know why I pulled you over?” asked the cop.

“Speeding?” asked Alex.

“Bingo. Going forty-five in a thirty-five. Is that how they drive where you’re from?”

“No ma’am.”

“It’s the same here.” She began to fill out his ticket. “Where are you headed in such a rush that you need to drive unsafely?” asked the cop without any real interest in her voice.

“A restaurant,” said Alex.

“Uh, huh. I hope you have a good date waiting for you to make the speeding ticket worth it. Which restaurant anyway?”

“You probably haven’t heard of it,” said Alex dismissively. He was embarrassed to say Forbidden Dish but didn’t know any other restaurants in this city to name.

“Try me,” said the cop, still looking at the ticket she was writing.

“Never mind. It’s nowhere.”

This stopped the cop from writing. Alex could feel her eyes studying him.

“Nowhere huh? Do you have any weapons or illegal drugs in this vehicle sir?”

“N-no.”

“Really? You’re going to a restaurant you can’t remember the name of and decided you needed to get there above the speed limit. So what are you really doing in my town?”

Alex realized that it was time to fess up. He could be embarrassed but at least he wouldn’t be interrogated by a cop who looked like she could kick the shit out of him if he even thought of resisting. “The Forbidden Dish,” blurted Alex. He looked at his steering wheel, his face turning red. “I’m going there.”

After a few moments he realized that the cop hadn’t said anything. He looked back at her. She had pulled her sunglasses down her nose a bit and was looking over the top of them, seemingly studying him. She was actually pretty cute.

“That’s where you’re headed?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am. Have you heard of it?”

“Half the world has heard of it by now. We get more people coming into this town just to be eaten these days.”

“Er, what makes you think I want to get eaten?”, he asked, half in defense, half in curiosity of her response.

She gave him a pointed look, then ripped out a sheet of paper. “Here you go. Be sure to pay this fine before you get eaten!” and stalked off. Alex watched her rear in his rear view mirror. It actually looked pretty good in her tight uniformed pants.

Alex shrugged and tossed the ticket on the dashboard. He didn’t care that he had to pay a ticket. It’s not like he was going to need the money once he was being digested in the belly of a pretty girl.

--

Two hours later, Alex walked into the Forbidden Dish. He had paid the parking ticket, given his car to a local charity to earn some last minute points towards a pleasant afterlife, and made his way towards the bar with the idea of getting a cold beer and shot of whiskey.

Unfortunately, it was only a Thursday night and although this meant that there were not as many people around as there would have been on the weekend. it also meant that the one barmaid was overwhelmed with drink orders as the few thirsty patrons with red or blue wristbands crowded around to get a drink. It made sense that they would serve a lot of alcohol. It would help stiffen your resolve allow the person next to you to eat you, or to eat the person next to you depending on your preferences. All in all, it made for a busy bar.

Alex hadn’t minded. He had spent his time checking out the local fauna. Although restaurant was sparse compared to the weekend, there were still some pretty girls walking around with blue wristbands. There were also guys in red wristbands, but Alex was sure he could eventually meet someone who would like to eat him.

It took a full five minutes for the barmaid to finally point to him and ask what he would like. He had just placed an order for a shot of Jack with and a local ale when he felt something poke his ear. Turning he looked to see a pretty girl with brown hair smiling at him. “Recognize me?” she asked.

“No, I can’t say I-“ recognition suddenly struck. “Wait! Hey, you’re the police officer who pulled me over today! I had no idea you were so beautiful out of uniform.”

The woman nodded, taking the complement in stride. “Sorry about that. It was strictly professional you understand. Nothing personal. I figured it doesn’t matter. You plan on being eaten anyway right? Well then, it means points towards a quota to me. But I figured that you looked pretty tasty too.”

“You eat people? A cop?” said Alex in surprise.

The cop lifted her wrist to display the blue glow stick wristband she was wearing. “I don’t very often; only a few times a year. But you looked kind of delicious and I thought I might be able to catch you if I hurried over here right after work.”

Alex laughed. “Caught me again! That’s twice in one day officer. May I have your name?”

“Hey guy!” said the barmaid behind him. “Here’s your whiskey and beer!” Alex paid her, left a handsome tip and turned back to the cop.

“Kate,” she said. “Nice to meet you in an unprofessional capacity Alex.”

“How did you know my name?” asked Alex, as they shook hands.

“It was on your license,” Kate smiled. “I have a great table over there and no one to sit with. What do you say we get to know each other before you decide?”

“Decide what?” asked Alex as they made their way to a booth in the far corner and sat down.

“If you would like me to eat you,” said Kate with a cocked eyebrow. “That is why you’re here isn’t it?”

“Oh. Yeah,” said Alex, holding his wrist out and shaking his red glowing wrist band.

“Well, I was hoping,” said Kate slowly, as if she were speaking to someone she considered particularly slow, “that I could eat you.”

“It almost seems like it's my fate to be your dinner. Yeah, I think I would like that.”

“Good,” Kate said. “It’s been forever since I’ve eaten anyone.”

"Let's not hurry things though. How about we talk for a bit more first. Let me work up my courage while I get to know this gorgeous policewoman better", he suggested.

"Sure thing, charmer."

***

Chapter 6 - The Secret's Out

Danielle’s apartment

Danielle cozily snuggled on Quinton’s lap as they watched the Weather Channel as he sat in the middle of her living room, playing with her black cat, Snickers, and drank a cup of hot chocolate. Entering the holiday season, the weather had turned noticeably colder, but was still above freezing. Though it was just after Thanksgiving, Danielle already had her Christmas tree up along with other holiday decorations and she had her fireplace going, which wafted a steady stream of warm air towards them.

‘…and for tonight there will be some showers so if you’re headed out to enjoy a nice Friday evening be sure to bring a rain jacket. Temperatures will be hovering in the fifties as it is October and winter is just around the corner. We’ll be back in five for your national forecast.’

The TV began to play a gum commercial. “You sure you have to work Dani? You said you would have the night off this Friday,” Quinton began playing with Danielle’s hair as she leaned back into him.

Danielle dug her nose against his bare chest and inhaled his scent. She loved the feeling of his skin. Exhaling with a pleasant sigh, she amended his statement, “I didn’t promise tonight” as she traced her fingers down his chest and across his abdomen. “I promised this weekend. Meghyn has me working tonight and tomorrow afternoon. We should have Saturday night to ourselves.” Her fingers continued to descend playfully towards his crotch when he used his free hand to stop her. They had company, after all.

“Okay. Fine. Hey look-“ Quinton said as a familiar face filled the screen. The supple form of Lindsay, Danielle’s coworker, filled the screen.

“Linz, our commercial is on!” called Danielle.

“Okay, okay,” said Lindsay, coming into the room. Having just showered and begun to dress, she hopped into a set of tight blue yoga pants which accentuated her lovely legs and muscular butt. She was faintly aware of Quinn ogling her. She knew he had a ‘thing’ for her body and whenever she visited Danielle’s apartment, she’d made a conscious effort of dressing in skimpy, tight attire. Once, she’d even let him see her in her panties. Sitting on a side chair to watch, she lifted her arms to her head, striking a pose she knew he would enjoy, as it silhouetted the fine form of her braless breasts straining from her tight tank top and bared a hint of her toned belly. Then she focused on what was on the television.

“I’m here. Yup. We’re on TV alright! Hey Danielle, there’s YOU!”

It did indeed show Danielle pull a beer for a customer. It switched to another girl carrying a bowl of tiny shrunken men, then to a crowded dance floor, finally to an intimate restaurant.

A saucy voice was adding the commentary “Come to the Forbidden Dish, have the time of your life and make your dreams come true. To see the unrated commercial, go to our website online!”

“There’s an unrated commercial?” said Quinton, his eyes wide.

“Don’t worry Quinn,” Lindsay said turning towards him. In the commercial, Lindsay had been wearing a shirt that said “Man-eater,” with a logo of a stick figure inside a stomach “When is your girlfriend ever immodest? They leave that to people like me!” she winked at him.

“Cause you’re such a pred slut!” said Danielle, getting up from the floor and tossing a pillow at Lindsay. Lindsay caught the pillow in mid air and returned fire. Danielle ducked and the pillow shot harmlessly overhead where it crashed into a bookshelf. They both laughed. “Just keep your catpaws away from my boyfriend”, she said, playfully. Continuing on, Danielle began to get ready for work, now that Lindsay was finished with the shower. She began to set her work outfit out.

Lindsay looked over at Quinn. Though she thought he had a bit of a slender build, she always admired his toned abs, thinking them sexy. It was not uncommon for Quinn to bare his upper body around her, as she was around the apartment often, Dani being her best friend and all.

“Well if you had been in my clutches you would have been screwed. I eat the guys who change their minds,” said Lindsay. “Good thing your girlfriend is so nice!”

“I know,” said Quinn, with a grin at Danielle, who had returned to the room.

“If you ever change your mind…” said Lindsay.

“Lindsay! You can’t eat my boyfriend!” Danielle scoffed.

“Just kidding. KIDDING. Relax Danielle. Kidding… and making an offer,” she winked at Quinton as she said this last bit with lowered voice that only Quinton could here. She flashed her teeth at him and made a playful biting chomp. Blushing, he turned away. Lindsay continued watching him, thinking his reaction cute.

Taking a couple moments, Quinn looked at her and said "Lindsay, just why do you like eating guys so much?"

"That's easy. Because they taste so good. I can see how excited they are, especially the ones that change their minds. I can sense it's really the thing they want most in the world, their little things almost dripping, but they’re fearful of actually going through with it. I can almost smell both their desire and anxiety and once I get a taste of that, than I don't stop until I've eaten them. I just love gobbling up all that moist goodness as they experience the thrill of being eaten."

"Interesting...", he shuffled a bit on the floor, trying to cover the fact that his cock had swollen quickly in just a few seconds of discussion with Lindsay, remembering his own vore fetish and his experience being in Danielle’s mouth. What Lindsay was saying tickled a fanciful urge within him that he hoped would stay buried. He hoped neither she or Danielle noticed. Lindsay did.

“Anyway, thanks but I am happy with Danielle as my girlfriend,” said Quinton. “And with you as my friend. I did the whole shrinking and being food thing once. It’s not for me.”

Lindsay shrugged, indicating that she agreed with him…maybe. “Yeah. Good thing she was brave enough to sneak back in, trick a guy into shrinking him to grow you back, and make an escape. It’s against company policy you know. She must really be fond of you.”

“I know she’s great. Wait a minute… Go back to the part where you said she tricked someone into shrinking to grow me back to size…” Quinton’s eyes were wide as he looked from one girl to the other.

“I told you not to SAY anything!” said Danielle, glaring at Lindsay.

“Oops!” said Lindsay, looking genuinely sorry with a sheepish grin.

“What is going on here?” said Quinton.

Danielle sighed, “Okay but you can’t be mad.” After a moment’s pause, she continued, “It was impossible to just regrow you. I had to get the mass from somewhere. And it couldn’t be just any matter; you needed biological matter to regrow to normal size. So I tricked Cameron into a shrinking booth and used his matter to grow you back to normal.”

“Soooo. What happened to Cameron?” said Quinton. He had a sinking feeling of where her explanation was headed.

“Well, er… he sorta… was shrunk down to size”, Danielle admitted reluctantly, feeling Quinn’s boring eyes on her, “I felt bad but there was no other way to save you.”

“So where is Cameron now?” said Quinton.

“Oh come on Quinton!” said Lindsay, as if this should be obvious to anyone. “You KNOW what we do at that restaurant.”

“So you sold him to someone?” said Quinton.

“Yes, of Course.” said Lindsay.

“And she ate him!”

“Yes,” said Danielle.

“Omigosh. He died for me! Oh Danielle! Do you have any idea how this makes me feel?” Quinn asked, incredulous.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t going to tell you because I knew you would feel guilty!” answered Danielle meekly. “But it was all my fault. You didn’t ask to put someone else in your shoes. Please, Quinn. I feel bad enough already!”

“It was my fantasy to be eaten by a girl. I found out I’m too scared to go through with it but it still was my fantasy. Cameron had to die that way and it wasn’t even his fantasy,” scolded Quinton.

“Are you mad at me?” asked Danielle.

“No. I still love you. I just feel… bad is all.”

“Okay. I’m going to go make some tea,” said Danielle. She stood up and walked to the kitchen.

--

“She loves you, you know.” said Lindsay sweetly after an awkward silence.

“I know,” said Quinton.

Lindsay’s phone rang. She pressed the phone to her ear. Quinn listened in to Lindsay’s half of the conversation. “Oh hi Kate… You’re at the restaurant now? … You found a guy you’re going to eat? Yeah, I’ll be there later. Okay. See you in a while.” Lindsay hung up.

Lindsay paused for a couple moments in thought. “My roommate Kate is at the Forbidden Dish,” she explained. “She is going to meet me and Danielle there. Care to come along Quinn? I already promised Danielle that I wouldn’t tell anyone about her daring ‘rescue’.”, putting up air quotes as she said this.

Quinn pondered going for a few seconds. With a frown, he said, “I dunno Linz. Might not be such a good idea.”

“Haha, I’ve got a new nickname for you – chicken boy”, she made bawking noises and moved her arms, bent at the elbow, up and down, mimicking a chicken. Quinn couldn’t help but laugh and tossed a throw pillow at her that caught her in the chest.

“Oho”, she said, giving him a look like ‘I’ll get even with you for that’. But she didn’t retaliate, instead adding, “what’s the matter? Afraid that little wiener of yours will make you give in to temptation? I know that’s what all you guys think with.” Quinn looked down at the floor stoically. “You know Quinn, you should be pretty safe with Dani and I checking up on you, even if you did feel the urge to go down some girl’s throat.”

“I know. I know. I guess I’ll go. I have nothing better to do.” said Quinn after another moment’s thought. “I’ll go put some clothes on.” He set his mug on a coffee table and gave Snickers a quick pet, than headed down the hallway to Dani’s bedroom.

“It’s rainy. Better wear a jacket”, Lindsay recommended.

Soon, Danielle and Quinn followed Lindsay out of the apartment holding hands. Quinn might still be mad that his girlfriend had killed an innocent man to save him, but she had done it for him.

***

Chapter 7 – Back at the Dish

Alex fell as Kate’s stomach lurched to one side again. He hadn’t the faintest clue as to what Kate was doing, but her stomach contents sure were sloshing a lot. The turbulence was akin to being inside a washing machine. Suddenly gravity changed directions again and Alex was thrown into the stomach wall along with hot liquids and chunks of partially digested food.

Apparently, partially digested remnants of Kate’s lunch were still sliding around, slowly being digested along with Alex.

The liquid fell away in the darkness as gravity shifted once again. Alex remained clinging to the stomach wall. He tried to climb upwards, away from the hot bubbly froth of liquids below but the stomach wall was slick and he had trouble holding on. Kicking for traction with his bare feet, he struggled as he slid down the stomach wall into the horrid mixture of digestive juices and the Red Velvet Martini Kate drank before eating him. The combined smell of the drink and the stomach juices was not an appealing mixture to smell. What was most painful, was the fact that despite being swallowed less than thirty seconds ago, Alex was beginning to regret his decision to be eaten. His eyes and mouth were itching terribly; he had accidentally swallowed a bit of the stomach juices when he was forced into Kate’s stomach from her esophagus and he gurgled, desperately trying to catch his breath. He tried to grab at the stomach wall as he slid downwards into the digestive juices. The stomach muscles shifted all around him, shifting him from side to side and squeezing him painfully.

--

Kate smiled as she felt a particularly drawn out fluttering in her stomach. She was sure that Alex would be feeling her digestive system eagerly get to work on him by now. She had been extremely hungry. She smirked as she took her second Red Velvet Martini from the barmaid and sipped it easily.

“Hey there. I’m John,” said a tall, friendly looking man who sat down next to her.

“Hi John,” said Kate into her drink.

“I couldn’t help but notice you have a blue band.”

“Sure do,” said Kate.

“Well I have a red band. Don’t suppose you’re hungry?”

“Nope. Not really,” said Kate. “I just ate a guy and want to enjoy how he feels right now. He’s still wiggling.”

“How does it feel when you’ve eaten someone?” asked John.

“Amazing. Half of it for me is the knowledge that I’ve eaten someone who understands what’s happening to him. That he’s becoming part of me.” Kate stretched leisurely, like a cat that has just eaten a mouse, thought John.

“So, will you be hungry later?” asked John.

“Maybe,” said Kate. “Do you plan to hang around? I’m meeting some friends in a while and chances are we’ll all want to eat a guy.”

“I’ll be right at the bar. If someone else asks to eat me then I might go along with it, so don’t keep me waiting,” warned John. He got up and left.

***

“Hey dear!” said Lindsay, hugging Kate as she walked into the restaurant. “These are my friends, Danielle and Quinton.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Kate, shaking hands with both and licking her lips as she eyed up Quinn.

“Gotta run. I’m a bit late to show up for upstairs. Quinn, if you change your mind, I'm calling dibs." said Lindsay, walking away.

"Lindsay!" shouted Danielle. A couple of patrons turned their heads to see what the bother was.

"What?", Lindsay smiled mischievously, "he looks delicious," she said, half-jokingly.

"My GOD, girl!" shouted Danielle.

"Kidding Dani. KIDDING! Anyway, Kate, Quinn, I’ll be back to check on you two okay?” without waiting for a response Lindsay hurriedly walked away.

Quinn followed Lindsay's butt as she walked away. He was dating Danielle, but he loved how Lindsay's hard butt jiggled just a bit as she walked. Lindsay, who had turned over her shoulder for a moment as she walked away, noticed and smiled.

Quinn just turned away, blushing. She had caught him looking again.

“Ahem...", Danielle cleared her throat, "Can I get you a drink Kate? I’m about to go bartend.”

“No thanks. I’m okay with this,” she indicated her drink sitting before her.

“Quinn dear, I will be back with a rum and coke for you. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“May I join you?” asked Quinn, sliding in to the booth across from Kate.

“So,” said Kate. “You on the menu?”, she asked, gently putting her hand on his thigh.

“Nah, just keeping my girlfriend company.”

“Too bad. I was wondering what you might taste like”, she inched her hand a bit closer to his crotch, “Not into the vore thing huh?”

“Quite the contrary in fact,” said Quinn. “I’m totally into it but I don’t have the guts to go through with it.”

“A shame,” said Kate. “You look tasty. Of course I suppose if you could go through with it you already would have with your girl over there.” Kate gestured towards Danielle.

“Oh. Well. I suppose so. But I’m not that brave."

"I see. By the way, I saw you scoping out Lindsay's butt. If you don't want to get eaten, you'd better be careful." She said in a bit of a scolding tone.

Quinn blushed again. "Oh, it's ok. Dani's the only one for me. She knows I like to watch Lindsay walk. Dani doesn't mind. We both adore her."

"Me too", Kate agreed, nodding.

"So you, er, eat people, huh?”

“Yeah. Just ate a guy about twenty minutes ago in fact. He was pretty good.”

“And. Um. Did you meet him first… or just order him?”

“Oh. It’s funny. We met first. I actually pulled him over. I’m a cop by the way. And he said he was headed here. So I met him here and he agreed to let me eat him. Caught him twice in one day, heh? Isn’t that funny?” Kate smiled with obvious amusement but seemed surprised and a little disappointed that Quinton didn’t join in. Quinton was too busy thinking back to what Danielle’s mouth looked like opening up before him. His excitement had turned to fear and his blood had turned to ice. He had realized that this would be the last thing he would ever see and soon he would be in her belly, no different than any other piece of food she had eaten, and not much more memorable. Kate finally withdrew her hand from his thigh.

“Did he want to be eaten?” asked Quinton.

“What?” said Kate. “Of course he did. You have to want to if you’re going to be eaten here. Didn’t you know that?”

“I mean, he didn’t change his mind at the last second or anything?”

“No. He was excited right up until I ate him. He was pretty good too.” She rubbed her belly for effect.

Quinn watched as Danielle took a man by the hand and led him to the shrinking booth. In a rare twist of fate, there was no line.

“Looks like your girl is getting some dinner,” observed Kate.

A few moments later Danielle returned to the room, alone. She stopped by to give Quinn his drink and kissed him on the side of the head. Quinn shuddered to think that those were the same lips that were about to gobble him up. He remembered what it felt like to be her food so vividly that it was hard to imagine her as the kind woman he knew her to be when he knew she had just eaten someone. To compound problems Kate seemed interested in how the man had tasted.

“Had a snack?” asked Kate.

“Yeah. He was good too. Wiggled all the way down!” With one hand, Danielle traced the path the man had taken from her throat to her belly, which was left slightly uncovered by the shirt she wore that had a caption that said “GET IN MY BELLY.”

“He’s still fluttering a little too. I love it when they flutter-“she cut herself off when she caught the look on Quinton’s face.

“Well… Um. I suppose I better be going back to work,” she said. “See you two later.” Quinn watched his girlfriend’s perfect ass as she walked away. She was beautiful, but could he date someone who ate people for a living? If Quinn hadn’t spoken up and if Danielle wasn’t so kind, then he might have been the subject of a similar conversation. Just another man wiggling his way down her gullet. By now she had probably forgotten about the man who was only starting his trip through her digestive system. He would soon be a part of her beautiful body and she would go on with her normal life.

Once, it had turned Quinton on to imagine such a fate. When they had started dating, it had continued to turn him on to know that his girlfriend ate guys. Now… How did he feel now? He honestly didn’t know.

“Well, excuse me. If you’re not in the mood to be eaten I know a guy who is. Talk to you later man,” said Kate as she stood and made her way to the bar where a tall man stood drinking. She tapped him on the shoulder and they began talking. Presently they asked Danielle to bring the man some paperwork. He signed it and the two walked to the shrinking booth.

Quinton began to drink. He drank three more jack and cokes and was working on a fresh one when a stranger sat down across from him. He was black, not a particularly tall, but his chest and shoulders were broad. Quinton got the feeling that he was sitting across from a man who could handle himself.

“Hello,” said Quinton uncertainly. He wondered what the man wanted.

“Detective Coil of the City Police,” said the man, holding out a shiny gold badge for Quinn to study. “Do you have a few moments to spare?” It was phrased as a question, but Quinn got the impression that Detective Coil’s question was more of a formality. Coil expected Quinn to stay. Without bothering to hear an answer Coil continued. “We understand you were friends with a man named Cameron. This is a recent photo of the man,” He slid a photo of Cameron across the table.

“Yes. I know him - an acquaintance more than a friend. I haven’t seen him in weeks though.”

“Indeed. He’s gone missing. I was hoping you could tell me what you know about it.”

“Well as I said…” started Quinton before the detective cut him off.

“I heard what you said. Now I want to know the truth. Let me explain;” He folded his hands together and placed them on the table. “Cameron disappeared a few weeks ago. After I talked with his neighbors, they described a woman matching your girlfriends description visiting him just before his disappearance and leaving the premises with Cameron. I pulled the legal documents on if he signed a contract to be shrunk at this restaurant. Know what it found? Nothing. Still it would be awfully easy to have someone disappear in a place like this one.”

“Now I need to know if she has told you anything. If you answer truthfully, you’ll be assisting the law. If you lie to me again, well.” The detective leaned back on his chair. “Withholding information from police can get you in real trouble. You think about it. If you remember anything give me a call.” He slid a business card across the table and without another word, got up and left.

--

Quinn was left alone with his thoughts. He ordered another whiskey and soda. A moment later, Kate returned.

“So how was your meal?” asked Quinton. He knew it was a mistake to keep drinking but the alcohol had begun to soothe his nerves. The bigger mistake was coming here in the first place.

“Oh. I don’t know. I sent him back. He got scared at the last second,” shrugged Kate. “I had planned on eating two guys tonight. I usually do when I come here. Sure you don’t want to reconsider? You know - take a ride on the slide” She flipped her hair and traced a finger down the side of her neck suggestively as she said this.

“No thanks,” Quinton replied, and though he thought the smoothness of her neck quite sexy, he was beginning to feel weirded out. Geez, she knows I’m Dani’s boyfriend. Her persistence at tempting him implied that she just might not be joking about eating him. In any event, he was determined to play nice with her. “Not that you aren’t an attractive option. And I think it’s nice that you sent him back.”

“Thanks, but nice doesn’t feel as good as a little guy wiggling down my throat. Maybe I’ll try upstairs tonight”, she stood up, “It’s pretty slim around here. You sure?", she tried one last time, lightly caressing his shoulder, “I can make the experience…very pleasant for you.”

Quinton smiled and nodded, "Thanks for the offer though. It was a good one."

Kate shrugged her shoulders and said with a chuckle, "Ok. A girl’s got to try. Talk to you later, okay?”

“Bye,” said Quinton. He had considered asking her about the other police officer but he didn’t know Kate well enough to be sure if he could trust her. Something about her demeanor made him nervous, especially her repeated efforts to try and eat him. These friends of Dani’s, he thought, chuckling, they’re gonna be the end of me.

It was then that Quinton noticed Danielle carry a tiny man into a backroom. Without thinking, he drained his glass, stood and followed her. He needed to talk to her about this police business.

He pushed open the swinging door in time to catch the end of a sentence.

“-him to me! I’m hungry!” said a voice. It sounded like Lindsay.

“Fine. If you want. Just be sure to pay for him. You can’t keep grabbing these guys, because we’re having a slow night.” That was Danielle.

Quinton peered around the corner, past a bowl which seemed to contain live glow squid. Danielle had a tiny man in her hands. With a shock of horror, Quinn recognized him as the person Kate had sent back.

The man was obviously shouting for help, inaudible over the sound of the buzzing of refrigerators in the room, but he was struggling for help.

Danielle handed the man to an obviously hungry Lindsay. Quinton was friends with Lindsay and she had always been nice to him. But he saw something else in her eyes now. It was hunger. It didn’t matter who that little man was. He was her food.

“See you later Lindsay. Enjoy,” said Danielle.

She walked away and Quinton had to hide behind several packing crates to be unnoticed. Of course he knew that his girlfriend ate people and even handled guys who would eventually be eaten against their will, but it was another thing to see it up close.

Quinton peaked around the corner again and saw the tiny man’s legs disappear into Lindsay’s mouth as she tilted her head back. Then she swallowed and her throat bulged slightly, marking the passage of the man Kate had kindly sent back because he had been afraid to be eaten. Afraid just like Quinn. If he had chosen Kate to eat him a few weeks ago instead of Danielle, he would have been someone else’s dinner that night. Maybe even his friend Lindsay’s. He watched as Lindsay took one of the live glow squids from the dish and swallowed it.

Quinton tried to hurry from the room. Instead he turned around and bumped into a wall of muscle.

“Hello,” said a deep voice from above him.

Quinton craned his neck back to look upwards. It was a remarkably tall, remarkably strong man with blonde hair saved into a buzz cut. He had blue eyes, several scars across his face and a flattened nose. He was also sporting quite a few tattoos on his muscular frame. He looked like an undefeated UFC fighter.

“What are you doing back here?” the man’s voice was heavily accented in a Russian dialect.

“I’m looking for my girlfriend, Danielle. She’s back here. I saw her come back here. I was going to tell her that I was leaving.”

“Your girlfriend Danielle?” said the man skeptically. “She is working. Very busy working tonight. You should have waited until she was back at bar. Then would not have met me. Now I am working because you are here where you are not supposed to be. This makes me angry. You understand, yes?”

“I-I’m sorry,” said Quinton.

“So am I!” said the Russian man. “I get in big trouble for this. Now. Must come with me.”

“Hey Quinn,” said Lindsay, a surprised smirk showing on her face.

“Lindsay. Tell this man I was just looking for Danielle please!” begged Quinton.

“Oh. Hey Ivan. Yeah, he’s telling the truth,” said Lindsay.

“I’m not heppy,” said Ivan. “No more coming back here to ketchen or big trouble for me. Even bigger trouble for you. You vill be very unheppy. Understand?” said Ivan in halting English.

“Don’t worry silly. He’s perfectly harmless,” assured Lindsay as she took Quinton by the arm. Quinton allowed himself to be steered out of the kitchen and into the dining room. It was only then that he remembered Lindsay had just eaten a man. He was probably still alive in her belly right now, possibly wrestling with the live glow squid. Amazing how she could be so cruel one moment and so caring the next.

Quinton glanced down at Lindsay’s stomach. It was covered by the new t-shirt she was wearing with the band name “Who Bit Fluffy?” across the top.

“What’s wrong?” asked Lindsay.

“N-nothing,” said Quinn, nervously pulling away from a surprised Lindsay. “Tell Danielle that I need to go. I’ll catch up with you both later.”

Lindsay stared after Quinton who was rapidly walking for the door. She popped a mint into her mouth and sucked on it.

Meanwhile Detective Coil was upstairs having an interesting conversation with Meghyn.

***

Chapter 8 - Quinn's End

Tilda walked into the kitchen and looked at the glass jar she had set aside before leaving last night. It contained three men.

“Hello boys!” she said to the three men. They all stood and started backing towards the far side of the jar. Tilda laughed. As if that would help them!

“I made a promise to you three earlier. I told you that you would be my dinner tonight and I’m here to make good on my promise. Who wants to go first? Now I bet you do!”

“Please! Please No!” said the man she had just grabbed and extracted from the bowl.

“Oh now! I can’t be expected to work without my dinner, can I?” Tilda popped him into her mouth and swallowed him quickly, shivering with delight as he wiggled on his way down.

“You’re next!” she told the man she grabbed in the bowl. He looked up at her face, enormous in his field of vision. Her wide, bright smile opened to reveal a red interior disappearing into darkness. With what seemed like terrific speed he was propelled forward and into the darkness.

Her mouth closed behind him and he felt the woman swallow, forcing him into her esophagus, sealing the way behind him in a wall of flesh and forcing him downwards. He screamed and tried to stop himself by throwing his arms out to either side but it was no use. He was propelled downwards and eventually fell into her awaiting stomach.

The third man was already in Tilda’s mouth. She gulped him easily and then paused a second to wait for him to reach her stomach. Tidla shivered once again as the three men writhed in her belly, obviously trying to escape the stomach acids but only succeeding in driving her to a high state of delight.

Tilda walked out of the back room and into the restaurant proper. She smiled at Jamie and walked over.

“Take a listen to my belly,” she suggested. Jamie put her ear to her friend’s stomach and began to giggle. “I can hear them yelling,” she smiled straightening up.

Tilda nodded, her eyes fixed on a man at the bar who was staring at her. Tilda walked over. “Hey there,” she said. “There’s a party in my stomach right now. You’re invited. Wanna come?” she asked.

“I would love to!” said the man.

“Great. Did you fill out your paperwork? Good, come with me.” Tilda led him away from his chair and to the back of the room where the shrinking booths were.

Several men turned to watch her walk by. She noted who. They were potential meals for later, once she ate this fellow she was with. Tilda was half-Swedish and half-Italian. It was an odd mix. She had inherited her height from her mother, and had her father’s brown eyes. She also had brown hair and an accent that most Americans found enthralling. Add to the fact that she had once modeled for a beer company back in Sweden and you were talking about one hell of a full package.

Tilda was working at the Forbidden Dish temporarily. She was expected to gain experience enough to work the shrinking machines over in Europe when Forbidden Dish Berlin opened later this year. So far, Tilda loved working at the restaurant. She especially loved eating men. Her new friend Greta, also Swedish and also future employee of Forbidden Dish Berlin, was less enthusiastic about eating people, although she did eat them when they requested her.

Lindsay watched Tilda disappear into the shrinking booth. She hadn’t ever been wanting for men to eat but since Tilda arrived, she hadn’t had nearly as many people. This made her a bit jealous of the newcomer, but Lindsay reminded herself that she was only temporary and that she needed to be a good host to her foreign friend.

***

Quinn was annoyed. It felt like every time he entered the Forbidden Dish, he was pressing his luck. And good luck would eventually run dry. Or in his case, wet. The confrontation by the goon in the kitchen and seeing Lindsay eat an unwilling shrinky had shaken him. And to make matters worse, on his way out, he had received a text from his girlfriend's boss, Meghyn, saying she needed to discuss some things with him. He was worried that it pertained to his visit from the police detective. Perhaps Meghyn was aware of what really happened on his first night at the Dish and wanted to make sure they had their stories straight?

He took his seat once again at his table and began to read his book, waiting for Meghyn.

--

Some minutes later, Lindsay was out making her rounds. Surprised to see Quinn still there and alone at his table, Lindsay stopped by, noting the serious look on his face. "You okay, Quinn? Want anything."

"Nah, I'm okay Linz", replied Quinn. He was at a quiet corner table of the restaurant, reading his book. He still had half a bottle of beer left on the table.

"Ok. Let me know if you change your mind about...anything." She quipped, pausing between words.

"Nice Lindsay. NICE." He grinned in mock annoyance, not looking up from his book. He heard her giggle and felt the air swirl as she left the table.

After a moment, he looked up to see if he could watch her on her way no doubt to the kitchen. He loved the sway of her butt as she walked. Soon, he found her. Looking up, he saw that she was looking back at him and smiling.

"Got ya." She smiled. Quinn shook his head, blushing and went back to his book.

After a few minutes, Quinn felt the presence of someone approaching his table. Looking up, he saw that it was the waitress Kim. He thought Kim attractive but was nervous around her as he knew Danielle and Kim were sometimes at odds at work.

"Hey Quinn. Meghyn's ready to see you, if you have a minute." She was very business-like.

"Sure."

He followed her to Meghyn's office and Kim opened the door, announcing she had Quinn with her.

Meghyn waived him in, "Have a seat Quinn." Quinn sat down in a chair facing Meghyn's desk. He noticed that one of Meghyn's security guards, Ivan, was standing leaning against the wall, several feet behind him, his face looking at the ground.

"Quinn. Quinn, Quinn", she said, a smirk on her face, "...what are we gonna do with you." He heard Kim close the door. He began to answer when he felt a hand on his forehead and some cloth covering his mouth and nose.

***

Roughly a half hour later

“Danielle, Meghyn wants to see you,” said Kara. “She’s up in her office.”

“What about?” asked Danielle.

“She didn’t say,” said Kara and left it at that as she went to greet a pretty couple who had just walked in.

--

“Danielle, dear. Sit down,” said Meghyn. She was sitting behind her desk with a woman Danielle recognized as Vera, a lawyer, at one of the chairs. Danielle sat in the one next to her.

“No doubt you’re wondering why you’re here. I came here to show you these,” Vera said as she handed Danielle a stack of papers. Danielle looked at them, recognizing the shrinking contract and Quinn’s name at the bottom.

“I don’t know what that has to do with me,” Danielle said flatly. Inside, her pulse began to quicken.

“Danielle, I know you’ve been dating that man for the past few weeks,” said Meghyn. “You shrunk him and were even going to eat him, but for some reason you decided to save him. Look at what the security monitors picked up a few weeks ago.”

Meghyn turned her computer screen around so Danielle could see a video recording of her breaking in with Cameron and saving Quinton, later depositing the shrunken Cameron in the overnight bin.

“Rather ruthless to sacrifice one friend to save another, although extremely clever with regrowing Quinn. You have some brains girl.” Meghyn frowned.

“Unfortunately, that left the police with a missing person. Someone fingering you as being seen with this guy Cameron last. Since we don’t have a contract with Cameron giving us permission to shrink him that leaves me up a creek as the owner of an establishment where an accidental selling of someone who never signed a legal contract was eaten.”

Danielle was beginning to turn red. Her face was morose and she could no longer meet her employer’s eye. She stared at her shoes.

“Which means that you screwed up honey. You screwed us both. We’re up a creek. You’ll be branded as a murderer and I’ll be out of business.”

Danielle was crying now. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. He wanted me to eat him and at the last second changed his mind. I couldn’t just let him die!”

“Did you ever consider bringing it to me?” asked Meghyn. “I’m a tough woman but I’m not without a heart. Did you think I wouldn’t have understood?”

“No.”

“You’re wrong honey. I would have helped you,” Meghyn lied. “But now Quinn is believed to be a part of this. They know he signed a contract that said he wanted to be eaten and they have pulled the security tapes of you shrinking him as well as saving him with Cameron. Now, from the looks of things you’ll both spend life in jail.”

“It’s not what I wanted,” said Danielle. “There must be some way out of this.”

That’s my cue, Meghyn thought. She stood up and went to put a reassuring arm around Danielle. “There, there honey. I’m going to make it right. Don’t fret. I’ll save you from prison and me from going bankrupt. It’s going to cost Quinn, but I can make it happen.”

“Quinn? NO!” said Danielle.

“He signed the contract Danielle,” said Meghyn evenly. “If we shrink him down and he’s eaten we can say he was holding off to get his affairs in order. As for Cameron,” she gestured towards Vera. “I have friends who were able to create documents that looks like he signed it. It’ll look real no matter how closely scrutinized, but honey, for it to work, for it to keep you out of jail, we need to have the same story. You need to tell the police that Quinn was just spending time with you before you ate him to get to know you. It’ll sound weird, but it will work. We’ll give this and Cameron’s fake papers to the detective and say they were lost in the filing process. He’ll be suspicious but he won’t be able to prove anything.”

“No! You can’t expect me to eat my own boyfriend!”

“I don’t dear. Someone else will. I’ve already taken care of it. Quinn is gone. When I told him the situation, he agreed to be re-shrunk to save you. I just need you to make sure that you agree to stick with this story to keep you out of jail. It’s what Quinn wanted. And it’s what I want too. You’re a smart girl. With the way you rigged that shrinking machine you could even be regional manager of another restaurant. But you need to do what I say for now okay honey? Being sad is natural but going to the police won’t bring Quinn back. It’ll just land you in a cell. Will you do what I say dear?”

Danielle was crying so she couldn’t speak, but she managed to nod.

“Wonderful dear,” Meghyn hugged her. “If you need time off, you just let me know okay?

***

Lindsay was officially sick of Tilda. The Swede has just had five different men volunteer to be eaten by her in ten minutes. By contrast, Lindsay had eaten only one in the same amount of time.

She walked into the backroom and sat down. It’s wasn’t Tilda’s fault. She was just used to getting all the attention. She could stand it and plenty of guys still wanted her to eat them. But it was a slow night.

While she was back here, why not have a snack? Her eyes wandered to the bowl of men who were cleaned and ready to be served. They were looking at her expectantly. Well that wasn’t surprising. She tended to grab the odd man here and there on slow nights, although they all thought they were going to be regrown. She smiled to herself. A tiny man was just the thing she needed now.

Wait. That was odd. One man in particular seemed to be waving his hands at her. He stood out as he was the tallest of the bunch - probably a 3-incher, she thought. He’s probably in a rush to be ‘regrown’. No point in keeping him waiting. Lindsay stood up and walked over to the bowl. Something about his mannerisms seemed familiar. She scooped him out of the bowl and set him on the counter, leaning over close to inspect him. He was shouting at her, no doubt wanting to be resized. Wait, it suddenly dawned on her that she recognized him.

“Quinn?!” said Lindsay, incredulous.

“Lindsay! It’s ME!” He was thrilled beyond belief to see his friend. My god, I must be the luckiest man alive, he thought.

“Quinn! What are you doing in there?” said Lindsay, nonplussed.

“Meghyn’s goons. They SHRUNK me Lindsay! You gotta get me outta here! Get me to Danielle. She’ll take care of me.”

“Okay Quinn, easy,” said Lindsay, looking all around. There wasn’t a person in sight. Quinn thought he detected a glimmer in Lindsay’s eyes. She gently picked him up, her fingers wrapping around his legs almost up to his waist, and walked into a small side storage room and closed the door behind her.

She unwrapped her fingers and held him standing in her palm. “What happened? Does Danielle know you’re shrunk?” said Lindsay.

“No. She doesn’t. At least I don’t think so. Meghyn told me she was shrinking me to get the police off our back. They found out about Cameron”, Quinn paused, trying to catch his breath. He was almost hyperventilating as he spoke rapidly. “Somehow if I disappear then they can also pass Cameron off as a willing meal. So Meghyn’s goons shrank me and then they put me in there with the other men to be eaten. They figured that I’d be served to some random girl and their problems would be over.”

“Mmm. Good plan,” agreed Lindsay, nodding, her eyes to the side, obviously in thought.

“But now that you’ve got me, we can go to Danielle and tell her everything. All I can say is I’m glad you found me. I would have been screwed if one of the other barmaids got me.”

“Well, you might have been served to someone,” agreed Lindsay. “I’m glad I found you.”

“Yeah. Now let’s please get out of here. This place gives me the creeps.”

“Okay,” whispered Lindsay. “But I want to eat you here so Danielle won’t see.” Lindsay grinned as her fingers closed firmly around him, pinning his arms to his sides.

A tinge of fear ran up Quinn's spine. “What? Linz - stop fooling around and get me out of here. You’re just kidding.” Quinn's heart began to race as he squirmed in her grasp, trying to free his shoulders and arms.

Lifting him closer to her face, her index finger was almost brushing up against his tiny package. She noticed he wasn't wearing the red underwear that were afforded tinys in the shrink room. Lindsay could smell his fear...and his arousal. Lindsay’s physical presence had always elicited a sexual excitement in Quinn and this time was no different.

“Nope. Sorry Quinn. I’m actually going to eat you”, she said, matter-of-factly, feeling his little member twitch involuntarily against her finger. "And it looks like your little guy is looking forward to it."

Quinn looked down and saw his turgid state, quickly looking back up into her eyes, “But...Lindsay. We’re friends!”, he replied urgently.

Lindsay paused for a moment, her face taking on a concentrated look and a crease forming between her eyebrows, “You and Dani are friends”, she explained, “I always looked on you as more like…an acquaintance. But we were never really that close. And although I did like you okay, I think I’ll like you a lot more as a snack.”

“Lindsay, NO! I..come on, stop playing around. You’re just fucking with me, aren’t you?” said Quinn hopefully. If she wasn’t kidding, he was a goner. His cock was now fully erect and sticking almost straight up, throbbing to his little heart beat which had sped up considerably.

Lindsay giggled: "I think I finally understand why Danielle was so into you", reaching out with her finger to touch his erect penis.

Despite his plight, the sensation was strangely thrilling to Quinn. After all, he found Lindsay enormously attractive, and the current size differential and her sexual flirting over the weeks had only seemed to magnify that. Something in the deep dark recesses of his mind was triggered and he felt a bizarre yearning. He mewled as Lindsay continued to run her finger up the length of his hardness, setting it to quivering.

“Yeah. Danielle will never suspect a thing,” whispered Lindsay to herself as Quinn recovered.

With lightning fast speed, she popped Quinton’s body into her mouth legs first, her lips clamping around his mid-section, her tongue rolling underneath him and between his thights, listening to him beg. The excitement and suddenness of the moment was too much for him and his tiny cock spurted on her tongue. He tasted real good. She couldn’t imagine how Danielle had managed to spit him out when he had begged for mercy. As she swirled him about on her tongue, his upper body was facing upwards at her.

"Lindsay..." he begged, panting, eyes making contact with hers pleadingly. Though he was in a momentary state of bliss and Lindsay’s mouth felt wonderful to him, he was still very much aware of his precarious situation. Her eyes sparkled back at him. In them, he saw pure desire.

"Mmmmhmmm" she hummed. She suckled on his legs, genitals and abdomen.

"Please...don't", he put every ounce of charisma he could muster into this last ditch plea.

“Lindsay?” said a voice nearby that she recognized. Her food obviously heard the call too and started to shout before Lindsay sucked him fully into her mouth, flattened him against the roof of her mouth, bundled him into her throat and swallowed. The bulge that slid down her gullet fought delightfully and she ignored the little squeak it made on the way down.

Being larger than the typical shrinky, it took her a couple gulps to fully swallow it. Lindsay wished she had time to savor it, but she didn’t have that much luck. Grabbing a box of beer, she pushed open the door and carried out the box.

Danielle entered the kitchen, leaning against the wall and looking depressed.

“Mmmm. Mmmm,” said Lindsay, licking her lips. “Oh - hey sweetie. Just grabbing another case of cold ones. We’re running low out there,” she smiled.

The song 'Senorita' could be heard playing in the restaurant.

‘ I love it when you call me Sen-or-ita’

...

“Linz, they SHRUNK QUINN!” said Danielle.

“What?! You can't be serious!” said Lindsay, pretending to be shocked.

“I just searched the serving bowl," Danielle's voice quivered, "He..he’s not there. Oh my god - someone must have eaten him already. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.” Danielle had obviously been crying.

“Oh gosh,” said Lindsay. “That’s horrible.” She was really enjoying the fluttering in her stomach right now but trying not to show it. She wondered if Quinn could hear their conversation. “Sorry Danielle. I haven’t seen Quinn. I’ll keep looking for him. If he’s uneaten, I’m sure I’ll see him.”

A renewed fluttering began in Lindsay’s belly. I guess he can hear me, Lindsay realized.

“I’m headed home. I need some time alone,” said Danielle.

“Okay dear. I’ll call you later,” said Lindsay as Danielle left. The lyrics continued:

 ‘But friends don't know the way you taste, la-la-la’

  'Cause you know it's been a long time coming’

 ‘Don't you let me fall, oh’

Lindsay smiled to herself. The feeling of deception, of outright pleasure of having the man she was looking for in her belly was elating. Lindsay smiled as she rubbed her belly, feeling the fluttering dying. Nothing before had ever been as delightful as eating someone who wasn’t expecting it. And he was as tasty as she always thought he would be. Lindsay wasn’t sure how she would arrange something that perfect again, but she would think of a way.

--

As she was exiting the kitchen, she looked into a pot of live glow squid. An idea struck her - a very wicked idea. She would give Quinn some company – something to keep him on his toes. She reached in and grabbed a couple of the small squid and quickly swallowed them. Waiting a few moments, she braced herself in the doorway. Suddenly, there was a flurry of movement within her belly.

A few minutes later, after the activity had died down, she was back to work with a big smile, her eyes sparkling as she literally beamed with pleasure the rest of the night. It had been a slow night, but it had ended well. Very well. She thought about getting with Danielle the next day since they were both off. She'd spend some time with her and cheer her up. Maybe she'd convince her to go dancing.

The End