â€œI know I said it would be good for us to go out for dinner sometime, but I wasn’t expecting you to go all out.”

 Kokoro walked past the heavy swinging doors, the winter cold disappearing behind him as they shut behind him. The dim lit restaurant set an atmosphere that was warm, welcoming, but also hinted that it was well above his pay grade. Bottles of wine lined a stone wall near the back of the restaurant where a lone man, dressed in a well fitted tuxedo, softly played the piano. A crowd of cocktail tables surrounded him as elderly well-dressed seniors watched in amazement, taking distinguished sips from their spirits and liquor.

 The boy looked down at his outfit, which was nothing more than a black hoodie and a pair of tight fitting pants, their cuffs cutting off just below the knees. His friend, Matthew, wasn’t dressed any better either, gray sweatpants and an equally baggy white pullover hoodie adorning his body. Together, it really looked as if they had simply stumbled into the wrong building to get out of the cold. The condescending stares from the staff and other guests weren’t helping that feeling go away.

 â€œYeah, well, as soon as this place opened up I decided that I’d need to come here eventually,” Matthew replied, confidently walking up to the host. He was an older gentleman, his mustache just as slick as his hair, all wrapped up in a towering lanky body. Over the lenses of his bifocals he looked down on the boy with disinterest.

 â€œRestrooms are for paying customers only,” he said dryly, as if the two boys' entrance alone was the biggest inconvenience to them.

 â€œActually,” Matthew smugly said, holding up his phone. “I have a reservation.” If the host was surprised or disgusted he didn’t show it. He leaned in over the desk, his body nearly covering the entire top of it as he got a good look at Matthew’s phone.

 â€œIt seems that you do.” He leaned back up, showing no strain as he regained his stiff posture. “Follow me.”

 Kokoro, who had been watching the scene between the host and his friend, was almost in a nervous wreck. He felt like a fish out of water, walking through the tables and booths as well dressed parties and couples would steal a glance at the two boys. A group of businessmen sitting at a large table all met Kokoro’s eyes with steely poker faces. A couple in a booth looked at them up and down as they walked by. Kokoro could’ve sworn the woman had licked her lips, as if she were a hungry snake. Fitting, given how much like a mouse he felt.

“Please, be seated,” the host said, gesturing to Kokoro and Matthew to a small table. “Your waiter will be here soon.”

“Thank you,” Matthew replied, promptly opening up the menu.

Before leaving, the host made sure to remind them of their mistake. “In the future, I am to remind you that we are a fine dining establishment. For any further visits, I implore that you dress the part.”

“O-of course, sir,” Kokoro shakily replied, as if he were talking to a teacher.

Matthew was less terrified of the older man, taking it much better than Kokoro. “Yeah, ok. Thanks.”

The host walked off, his long strides making the trek back to the host desk a breeze, already putting the thought of the two boys out of his mind. Now, it was just the two of them. Together.

“So…” Matthew said, breaking the silence. “Nice place, right?”

“Yeah,” Kokoro agreed. He didn’t have many words to describe the place. To be honest, he really didn’t even want to go out to eat, he always found it taxing. If anyone else had asked, he probably would’ve declined immediately. In fact, he had a reputation for being someone that never really hung out around people or went out to party. It wasn’t that he wasn’t liked by his friends or anything like that, but going out really just wasn’t his thing.

But this time, Matthew had asked him.

 Kokoro had known Matthew ever since he had moved to the States, which was a long, long time ago. Being both neighbors and classmates since the first grade, it was no mystery how the two had become as close as they were. Kokoro was the more reserved of the two, being a foreign student from Japan, while Matthew was always the fire within the furnace, defending Kokoro from the others while also bringing him out of his shell. Soon enough, thanks to Matthew, Kokoro finally felt like he fit in.

 That was a long time ago, but their friendship never really stopped. They stayed close friends, even after they had moved to attend different universities and gotten their own jobs in different cities, the two never allowed their friendship to fade. They talked over the phone, over games, and when the time allowed it, in person.

 That let golden moments like this occur, just the two of them, sitting across from each other in a fancy restaurant. Kokoro watched intently as Matthew skimmed through the menu, watching his eyes pan from right to left as he read over the appetizers. Those beautiful blue eyes…

 Kokoro looked back down at his menu, hiding his flushed cheeks behind images of pasta and steak dinners. He hadn’t meant to stare, but with Matthew it was something that would just happen. Kokoro would just find himself getting lost in Matthew’s eyes, or entranced by his general aura. He didn’t know why…well, that was partially a lie, but he never would admit out loud that he had a bit of a crush on his best friend. Everytime the thought came up, Kokoro would find some internal excuse to put the thought behind him. What if he rejects me? What if he makes fun of me for being gay? What if I ruin our friendship? The list of hypotheticals was extensive, each bearing down on his mind every time they went out like this.

 â€œWell, Koko?”

 Kokoro snapped out of his trance, looking up from his menu. On the side of their table, a man in a waiter outfit stood at their table, holding a notepad. He looked at Kokoro with expectant eyes, his gaze boring into Kokoro’s very soul.

 â€œS-sorry, what?”

 â€œAnything, to drink, sir,” the waiter asked, drawing out the last word as if he resented using the term to this boy.

 â€œUm, just water,” Kokoro replied.

 â€œOne water…I will be back with your drinks, gentlemen.” The waiter walked off, quickly maneuvering to another table to take more orders before heading to the back.

 â€œSo, water?” Matthew joked. “Still as boring as ever I see.”

 â€œHey, you can’t get mad at me for getting water,” Kokoro said with an offended tone.

 â€œI’m not getting mad, it’s just…cute.” Matthew’s response made the meek mannered boy blush, his face reddening just a bit.

 â€œWhat do you mean by that,” Kokoro muttered under his breath, still just loud enough to be heard by his partner.

 â€œOh nothing,” Matthew slyly said, moving his finger in a circle around the seafood options on his menu. “What were you thinking of getting? Pasta? I know you’re a pasta guy.”

 â€œYeah,” Kokoro agreed, looking over the various pasta dishes available. Matthew really did know him well he thought to himself as he decided whether to get the shrimp scampi or the chicken alfredo. He was leaning towards the former, but really could’ve gone for either.

 â€œI’m thinking about getting the salmon. Don’t know why, but I’m really feeling seafood today.”

 â€œTrying new things again,” Kokoro asked. He didn’t know for sure, but he could have sworn he saw a bit of red on Matthew’s cheeks, but one blink later and Matthew still looked as confident as ever, that smug grin never leaving his face.

 â€œYou know me so well, Koko,” Matthew laughed. “I like venturing out, what can I say?”

 â€œThen I have something perfect in store for you two lovebirds,” a woman’s voice said, intruding on their conversation. The two looked to their side in surprise, but suddenly everything got woozy for Kokoro as the world seemed to warp and shift around him. His clothes seemed to grow 5 sizes too large every second. The table got larger and larger, his chair expanded while the edges of the seat got farther and farther from him. He looked with a worried expression across the table at Matthew, who also looked like he was shrinking.

 Soon enough, Kokoro now stood at around three inches tall, or at least, that's around what he could guess. He looked up at the woman who did this, surprised to see the same woman who had been eyeing him down on the way to their table. She wore a glittering purple dress that accentuated her curves perfectly. She would’ve been the perfect model of an absolutely stunning goddess, but her face juxtaposed the rest of her body. Instead of a kind, heavenly expression, her face was contorted in an evil sneer. It was obvious that she had nothing but bad intentions.

 â€œWhat did you do-”

 â€œDon’t want to hear it,” she snapped back as her hand reached down. She wrapped her fingers around Kokoro while the other took Matthew in her rough grasp, the well-being of her captives clearly not a concern for the giantess.

 Kokoro struggled in her grip, but could do nothing against her powerful fingers as she walked away from their table, her prize in hand. She sat back down in her booth, the loud thud of her ass on the leather cushion reverberating through Kokoro’s tiny body. Who was this woman and how had he shrunk? She had to be behind it, but why did she take him and Matthew?

 The floor disappeared from under him as he was reintroduced to the restaurant’s mood lighting. However, this time he was free falling until he landed with a splat in the middle of a slimy, aromatic tangle of something. Something got in his mouth as he tried to catch his breath. Something…tasty. Cheesy. Alfredo sauce.

 Kokoro raised his arm, realizing that it was tangled up in a plate of the same linguine he was going to order himself. He looked up, wiping the sauce from his eyes. Instead of the woman who had initially captured him, above him was a man with tanned skin and messy brown hair. He was wearing a white button up shirt with its top unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. Anything below was blocked by the table, but Kokoro was too busy trembling in fear as the giant looked at him with fiery orange eyes.

 â€œHey little guy! What you doing in my pasta?” His voice came off as surprising, being much less rude and scary than the girl from earlier. Kokoro turned around, looking over the expanse of the wooden table. Although to him it was far away, Kokoro was able to see something that left him in shock.

 Across the table, the woman was sitting, her fork poking and prodding at her food. The roar of sizzling fajita matched the visual of rising steam on her hot plate, but that wasn’t what left Kokoro frozen in fear. No, it was what was on the red hot cast iron that made Kokoro so emotional.

 The scene of a little figure, jumping up and down from the hot, sizzling surface was Matthew. Kokoro watched in despair as Matthew tried to avoid the burning metal. Everytime he hopped onto a piece of food, the giantess would gently tap him with her fork, knocking him back down onto the hot plate. Kokoro looked up at the giantess’ face as she would eat whatever Matthew was trying to use for salvation. She wasn’t really saying anything, but everytime she knocked Matthew down she would hold back a short giggle.

 â€œMatthew!” Kokoro tried to dig himself out of the pasta, but his legs kept getting caught in strands of pasta, tripping him.

 â€œConnor,” the girl said whilst chewing a strip of streak that she had just taken from underneath her unfortunate victim. “Take care of him. I don’t really wanna get into it if someone with really good ears hears your food screaming.”

 Kokoro looked up at Connor, expecting the same kind of ruthlessness from him. However, the giant just looked at Jade’s plate, his eyes glaring at Matthew with concern.

 â€œIs that really necessary, Jade?” He gestured the prongs on his fork to Matthew, watching the little guy jump up and down to try and avoid the heat.

“No,” Jade lazily replied, swallowing her mouthful of steak, tortilla, and other condiments. “It’s fun.”

“For you, maybe.” Connor looked down at Kokoro, who had turned back down to look at his friend, his face nearly in tears.

Jade sighed with annoyance, rolling her eyes. “You’ve lived with me for how long already? And you’re still so soft on them.”

“Yeah, well, they are still people…”

“People that I eat, crush, and stuff up my pussy.”

“I mean…”

“People that you have literally crushed with your dick.”

Connor nearly flipped the table over but managed to just wave his hands in front of Jade’s face. “Shh, not out loud,” he sharply whispered.

Jade looked at him with bored eyes, but the grin on her lips was all Kokoro needed to see that she had won the argument. “You’re making a scene,” she replied, her eyes darting to the left. Indeed, a few of the other guests were looking at the two. Her hand was well placed, covering her dancing puppet from view.

Connor slumped back down in his seat stirring the pasta in circles, unwittingly creating a storm of chicken breasts and noodles for the poor Kokoro. “So what’s the deal with these two,” he asked. Matthew had gotten a bit of a break as Jade occupied herself with the margarita in her hand.

“These two? I don’t know, love birds or something. Best friends in quotations. Food. Toppings.”

“We’re not dating,” Kokoro yelled so that both could hear him. His hands immediately fled to his mouth. He didn’t know why that was so important for him to say out loud, especially given that they were sitting not-so-comfortably in the two giants’ dinner.

“Not dating?” Jade asked, an evil glint in her eyes. “So you’re…just friends?”

“Uh…”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say that,” Matthew spoke, having rested from his terribly heated ordeal.

“Oh, I see,” Jade continued. “So if I were to do this,” Jade picked up Matthew by the neck, his body gripped tightly between her fingers. She opened her mouth wide, her breath washing over him.

“No!” Kokoro jumped out of the pasta with a strength that even surprised him. “Don’t eat him!”

Jade leaned over, moving Matthew away from her mouth. “That’s adorable, isn’t it, Connor?”

“What do you mean,” he asked, slurping down a forkful of his dish. He seemed rather distant from the whole situation, as if he knew it wasn’t a good thing to get too invested in the lives of the two tiny people on their dinner table. And from his experiences with Jade, that was probably a learned habit.

“I’m saying that we have a couple of closetted lovey dovey boys that are absolutely head over heels for each other! Isn’t that adorable?” The two blushed as Jade sat Matthew next to Kokoro. The two instantly rushed towards each other, embracing each other in a tight hug. Kokoro didn’t even mind that they were both naked, their dicks brushing up against each other.

“Well go on, tell each other you love each other,” Jade said, returning back to eating her fajitas.

Kokoro didn’t know what took over him. He didn’t know if it was the fact that he had just almost watched his crush get eaten, or if he finally had a chance to say it, but Kokoro started crying as he spat out his confession.

“Matthew, I’ve always had the biggest crush on you! I never knew how to tell you!” He held his crush tightly, letting the tears stream down his face and into Matthew’s shoulder.

Matthew embraced Kokoro just as tightly, rubbing his hand along the nervous boy’s back. “Aww, thanks,” he said, his voice still hoarse from his near death experiences. “I’ve always found you cute, Kokoro. I would’ve asked you out sooner if I knew.”

“That’s so cute,” Jade cooed, her voice almost sounding genuine.

“Yeah, it is,” Connor said. “So like, are you gonna let them go now?” He looked at the two tiny boys with a heartwarming look. However, there was a look of sadness in his eyes, as if he knew their ride wasn’t over.

“Good one,” Jade half-laughed. She picked them up separating the newly made couple once again, returning each one to their plates. The two surprised tinies felt betrayed. They had just been brought together by this giantess, just for her to break them apart when it meant the most. Kokoro looked into the giantess’ eyes, her irises gleaming with evil intent. This woman was absolutely evil.

“Oh come on, Jade, really?” Connor paid no attention to Kokoro as Jade unceremoniously dumped him onto his plate. “Nope, that’s too messed up.” He leaned over, plucking Matthew from Jade’s fajita plate, which had cooled down since last.

“Hey!” Jade tried to reach across to grab him back, but Connor held out his hand and placed it on her head, pushing her back. “That’s not fair,” she cried.

“Nothing you do is fair,” he rebutted. “Now sit down, you’re making a scene.” Jade, knowing that she couldn’t do anything about it, slumped back in her booth, crossing her arms. She started to mumble something about bullshit powers and if I could shrink you.

Kokoro took his new lover into his arms again as Connor sat Matthew into the pasta.

“Thanks sir,” Kokoro yelled up for the giant to hear. “You’ve saved us!”

Connor looked down, smiling at them. However, there was almost sadness in his gentle smile. “I wouldn’t thank me too soon, little one. What’s your two’s name?”

“I’m Matthew and this is Kokoro,” Matthew said, confidently but without that uppity flare he always had with him. Unlike Kokoro he understood what Connor meant. “You’re still gonna eat us, aren’t you?”

Connor sighed. “Yeah, I am. I may not be as cruel as my roommate over here, but I can’t deny that you guys are downright delicious.”

Kokoro’s heart sank. “But I thought you were being nice!”

“I am in my own way. At least, I try to be.” He twirled his fork around in his food, the remaining pasta disappearing slowly but surely. Soon enough it would just be Matthew and Kokoro. “After a confession like that, I really don’t want to split you two up.”

“You care about the weirdest things,” Jade interrupted, followed by a large, unreserved belch. “Like, they’re gonna get eaten already and I shrunk them. And yet you take my food, because of their feelings. You’re so corny.”

“Don’t mind her,” Connor whispered, his alfredo breath washing over the pair. “To be honest she’s gotta lay off the tinies. It’s ruining her figure…”

“As if,” Jade said, though she still looked down, gripping her love handles.

“But yeah…I’m afraid this is it for you two.” They looked around them, the pasta completely cleaned from the plate. The only food that remained on it was, well, them.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Kokoro dropped to his knees.

“I know…” Matthew looked up at Connor, watching the giant’s mouth devour the last of the noodles, before looking at the powerful gulp, sending it all down. Matthew grinned in bittersweet acceptance. He looked down at Kokoro, before kneeling down to join him. There, he pulled Kokoro into him, locking his lips with the nervous wreck. Kokoro was taken aback, but once he realized what was happening, he closed his eyes in remorseful bliss, allowing Matthew to take charge.

“Uh, I’m going to be sick,” Jade noted, rolling her eyes once again.

“Can you blame them,” Connor asked her. “You’re just jealous after all.”

“Yeah right, why would I be jealous of that?”

“Cause you ain’t got no bitches.”

“I got bitches!” Jade huffed, pulling out her phone. “I’ll show you ‘no bitches’,” she angrily mumbled, before getting on Tinder and swiping right on every profile.

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Connor directed his attention to the two naked morsels on his plate. They really were in love, he thought. He almost felt bad, but despite just eating a large plate of pasta, the sight of the two tiny guys making out on his plate, covered in alfredo sauce…well, it was too much to resist. His mouth was literally watering as he anticipated them.

“I’m gonna eat you two now,” he said softly. Connor set his spoon down, the piece of silverware already coated in a slick layer of white sauce from its use throughout the night. “If you two could get on, please.”

The two broke their kiss and looked into each other’s eyes. They then looked at the spoon, their heartbeats racing. Matthew was the first to speak.

“So…wanna take this back to my place?” Connor rolled his eyes, though he appreciated how willing his prey was this evening. Willing ones always helped him lift his guilty conscience.

“Sure,” Kokoro smiled. The two walked over to the spoon, before sitting down on it.

“You guys’ ready?” Connor asked, lifting the spoon to his face.

“Yeah,” they responded in unison.

“And Connor,” Matthew said.

“Hmm?”

“Thanks. For, well, letting me spend the rest of my life with Koko.”

“Yeah,” Kokoro interjected. “Thanks!”

“Uh…yeah,” Connor replied, unsure of what to say. “No problem?”

“I’m gonna hurl,” Jade flatly announced.

Connor brought the spoon to his mouth, opening wide to fit the two inside at one. They laid down on top of each other, making it easier for Connor to set them on his active tongue.

“One hell of a living room you have,” Kokoro said.

“Just wait till we get to the bedroom,” Matthew laughed in response.

On cue, the two felt themselves get jolted back by Connor’s powerful tongue, pressing them up against the throat’s entrance. Connor was more in the mood to finish his meal, not bothering to toy with the delicious duo any further. He was no stranger to devouring tiny people alive it seemed, as his throat opened up and eagerly gulped down the newly made couple. As they felt his esophagus pull them down, the tight flesh contorting all around them, they took the time to lock lips once again. There was nothing but them and the powerful beating heart of the giant, there was no reason for modesty.

The “bedroom” was anything but spacious, as the two were deposited inside the chamber. Their bodies were pressed into a pile of chewed up pasta, chicken, and chyme as the entrance closed above them.

“This is disgusting,” Matthew said, struggling to get the words out with his chest pressed up against Kokoro’s.

“Well it wasn’t going to be a pretty sight,” Kokoro pointed out, his voice riddled with mournful acceptance. This was it, he was going to die a painful, acidic death alongside pounds of linguine and chicken. And Matthew. At least he had Matthew.

“I’m scared.”

“Me too.” The two couldn’t make out each other's faces, but that didn’t stop them from bringing their faces against each other, passionately making out with their naked bodies pressed into each other as the stomach churned around them, sealing their fate.

~~~

 â€œYou make me sick,” Jade said as they left the restaurant, the cold night air making her shiver as they walked to Connor’s car.

 Connor rolled his eyes. “I don’t like splitting up couples, much less shrinking them on their dinner dates,” he countered.

 â€œYeah, well I do, so fuck them and fuck you too.”

 Connor sighed, rubbing his belly over his shirt. Hope you two can forgive me.