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@technomage Night, next morning, that afternoon, so on.

I oddly don’t use brute much if at all in my writing. Now that it’s been brought to my attention I have to wonder why. I certainly have characters that would fall into what that word would imply, a monstruous powerful being using it’s power to control or harm those smaller then it.

Then I realized, most of my brutish characters are the main character or friends of the main in those stories. Would they see themselves as brutes? Not likely, they often see themselves as in the right due to size and circumstances. And in those forays they seldom describe themselves as even big. No, it’s the shrunken that is described as small, tiny, and even at times helpless.

When I do write from the Shrunken’s perspective and they are describing the larger beings I tend to use titan, colossal, and massive. Towering even, yet ignore such a simple and apt word like Brute.

Well, Thank you for reminding me of it. Hopefully I’ll think to incorporate it from time to time.

HH1

Ditto, maybe a refreshing thing??

HH1

@thegiant
Welcome to the Dollhouse. We’re an inclusive bunce so I hope you enjoy visiting here.

HH1

@olo That’s a classic.

It was supposed to be a thumbs up, but she started to slip. You’ve handled sw you understand. Or are sw, and understand.

Le Porn, La Naughty Naughty. Elle Naked booty. Yeah, I’m done sorry.

Edited to make it easier to read.

@olo I like how she looks more curious then scared.

@olo Seagulls are too bad around here and they had to close the leash free park here.

“Dude, You are going to love this gift.” Jim told me. He had just taken me out to dinner and now was leading me to some exclusive coffee shop. Trying to cheer me up since Nicole left me shortly before Christmas. He smiled his I have a surprise smile and explained, “Now this place is very hush hush. You can’t tell anyone. I can not explain till we get there but you are going to love it.”

“This is too much. I’m never going to be able to play you back. And I don’t need it.” I explained.

“Will, you have been moping since she left you. I introduced you two and set you guys up. Now I feel guilty. So you are going to accept my gift of a good time and like it or I’ll never forgive myself.” he pushed.

He led me down a side street and into a rather clean alley. Allowing him his self blame since he has never let me talk him out of such ideas. I accepted my gift and pushed for more information. But just got the, you’ll like it and can’t tell you till we’re there. Down the alley a bit more and into another narrow alley between buildings to a plain grey metal door. Jim pulled out a key card and slipped it in a security box and with a click, the door opened. “Step inside.” he said and pointed his hand toward the now open entrance.

Stepping inside was a small bright alcove with ornate wooden walls and doors. There was another entrance more similar to upscale coffee shops. Large frosted windows and carved door with matching windowing. The door’s window had the one sign I saw, “Little Nibbles Café” was all it read.

Jim turned to me and in a tone of seriousness he did not use often he explained, “Now this is not like any coffee shop you have been to before. They service, ahh, specialized dishes. You will see unique choices. Don’t over react, just know everything is how it’s supposed to be and no one is really getting hurt.”

“Getting hurt? What do you mean?” I asked.

Just as he was going to answer a couple came out and smiled at us. Taking a quick look at me then back to Jim asking, “New member?”

Jim replied happily, “If he behaves, hopefully.”

Just then I noticed that the doggie box they carried was making little sounds. They nodded knowingly to each other and laughing slightly said to me, “Relax and you’ll love it. Be happy to see you around.” And they left.

Jim grabbed the handle to the door and agreed with their advice, “Now like they said, relax and you’ll love it.” Opening the door he led me in. Coats hung in an alcove just inside the door. We turned the corner to a reception pedestal and a small dining area.

A pretty young blond lady in her late teen to early twenties greeted Jim by his last name and asked about me. But I was mesmerized by a ladies plate just inside. Wrapped in what looked like thick noodles and covered in a thick white sauce was two tiny young men. Four to six inches in size. She had tiny legs wiggle out of her mouth. Till she swallowed hard. Smiling down she began peeling noodles from another who clearly was not happy about his being part of the meal.

“Will. Will! Earth to Will.” Jim got my attention. I looked at him and he grabbed my arm. “I’ll explain at our booth. Just follow Jennifer.”

She actually took my other arm and smiled, “You just need to relax and follow me.” She pressed close to me and the scent of sweet vanilla filled my noise. “This way sir. Mr. Hathaway.” Her hold settled my nerves. The feel of her warmth and her lovely smile was encouraging.

As we navigate the small dining area I see other miniature people in or as food for the patrons. Some of the guests seem more interested in playing with the helpless tiny people, others happy to devour them. Some clearly savored their meals in some cruel ways.

In the booth the hostess sat me looking away from the dining room. She stroked my arm and smiled down at me, “I’ll get you some water to settle your nerves.” And disappeared.

Jim spoke cheerfully, but I could hear his concern, “Well well, Jenny doesn’t usually guide new guests so closely. She must like you.”

“What is this place?” I barked out a little loudly.

“Relax, take a breath.” Jim advised.

Ignoring him I gibbered out, “They are eating tiny people alive.”

Jim joked back, “Some are, some are just sucking their meals off them.” Seeing my expression made him laugh. “Look, relax and I’ll explain.”

Jenny returned, startling me with a soft touch on my shoulder. She leaned in and placed a small glass of ice water before me. Smiling right in front of my face, her warm hand on my cheek she advised, “Take a deep breath. I know it took me a moment to take in what happens here. But I promise no one is really being harmed.”

Pretty girl’s presence and soft words encouraged me to listen. I then sipped the water saying to the warm brown eyes, “Thank you, miss.”

She giggled nicely and corrected, “Jennifer, well, you can call me Jenny. Or at home.” Winking she grabbed my hand and slipped a napkin in my hand. She turned and walked back to the pedestal, looking back at me to smile.

Jim’s eyes were wide. I examined the napkin as he praised, “Well well. Many of the regulars have asked her out, but none got that much attention.” I held up the napkin before slipping it in my pocket. “Or her number, this is a better gift then I was planning.”

“What is this place? I’m not calling the hostess of the cannibal Café.” I retorted.

“It’s the exclusive coffee shop called, The Little Nibbles Café. As I said outside they serve unique dishes.” He noted.

“They are eating tiny people. They are not just unique dishes.” I growled.

He shook his head and snickered, “They are not really people.”

Just then another lovely young woman with red hair came up with menus, “Mr. Hathaway, sir. Did you want to hear our specials?”

Jim looked up and purred, “Hello Holly. I have a special order for my friend, but he needs a moment. He’s new. I will have an Irish Mocha with a matching accent once we are ready.”

She winked at him, “I have just the accent for you, it might even help your guest relax. You settle him and I’ll bring your drink.”

She left and he returned to the subject at hand. “Will, this cafe’s dishes do include little people. But no one is really being hurt. They are actually little clones. They gain DNA and the memories of samples from all over the world and use them to flavor their dishes. Guests are encouraged to enjoy them as they wish. As food, or even as pets.”

“But they are alive.” I rebutted.

“Yes, but they are not really people. Just copies, right down to their memories. That way they act authentic to what that person would in that situation. But they are literally created just to be eaten. Or, played with depending on the guest.” he explained.

“So, they let people leave with them?” I asked.

“Yes, I have a room for my pets. That I indulge with from time to time.” Jim admitted. “So you can keep the ones I order for you. I hope I picked good choices for you.”

Confused but accepting I asked, “But, aren’t they hard to, well, swallow.”

Jim smiled and responded, “Actually no. Even at their size they can be gobbled rather easily. Since they are fresh their bones are rather soft. So they constrict and our throats send them down to their new homes.”

Curiosity brought a question, “So, I could break them if I’m not careful?”

“Ahh, the bones are more like cartilage, the white part of chicken wings. Soft and digestible. But rubbery enough for other enjoyment. And they become firmer the longer you keep them alive. So they become even more resistant. Forty eight hours or so and they are just like bones should be. You feed them and bath them, and they will live for years.” He suggested.

Our waitress came back and placed his mug before him. She noted, “Jenn will be bringing out your friend’s gift. And since he got one.” She handed him a napkin. Then tapped the mug with something. Winking as she turned away.

In the mug was a little red-haired person. Looked to be a woman, somewhat familiar. Once the mug was tapped it seemed to bring the tiny girl to life. She looked around and seemed scared of the giants around her. She wore a blue swimsuit that fit her well. Then I realized why I recognized the girl, she was or is the waitress.

He smiled at the napkin and breathed out, “Well, I guess I am also gaining a gift.” Then he lifted his mug, “If I knew you’d bring me this much luck I would have brought you sooner.” He placed the mug to his lips and took a sip. The small version of the waitress screamed and slid against Jim’s mouth. “Holly makes and accents a good Irish mocha.”

The mini girl recognized him and looked around. Seeing something that relaxed her. Soft words came from her, “Oh, right, I made myself Mr. Hathaway’s accent.”

Jim took his spoon over her and pushed her under the chocolate coffee surface. Noting as he did, “See, Holly is over there. But I have a miniature version to flavor my mocha.” He released her and she bobbed out coughing. He scooped her side and stirred her in a circle. He continued, “The clone has all Holly’s memories from when her sample was taken. She is a little Holly, even right down to her cells and knowledge. But not really her, so I can eat her, but no one is really hurt.” He stopped spinning the woman.

The tiny Holly grabbed the side of the mug. She gathered her wits and yelled, “Staff are not usually made into accents. Management feels that it might encourage bad habits. But since I knew it would help you. And it was for Mr. Hathaway, I was given permission to flavor his Irish Mocha.”

Jim barely let the woman finish talking before he slipped the spoon between her and the mug. Hooked in the spoon she was again forced under the liquid. “Are you ready for what I ordered for you?”

Sighing, I responded, “I will take the chance.”

“Good good.” He smiled again releasing the tormented girl. She coughed and pleaded for him to stop as she frantically reached to the side of the mug. He lifted his hand, catching the Waitress Holly’s attention and she nodded. “You know, I’m not sure if I want to keep little Holly or swallow little Holly.”

The miniature Holly begged, “I know I’m not the real Holly. But I want to live. Please Mr. Hathaway.” He hooked the spoon to her ass. Spinning her in the warm drink. I noticed her swimsuit was thinning.

“Are her clothes eatable?” I asked.

“Yeah, the clothes are made out of. Actually I’m not sure. But it is food.” He answered.

@olo She looks confused, like she knows what she is to do, just not how to do it.

You could destroy their faith. I’d likely touch them till they start loudly praying then baptize them with my phallic alter. Making sure they get a good taste of their new communion wine.

HH1

@mrgoblinging7 Scoundrel? I don’t know. Just used to looking at how to make the best in any situation. I mean, he’s still going to be the town’s pest removal guy.

HH1
Thanks for the comment. My imposter syndrome has been kicking my butt the last few days. I know I’m not a great writer, but some days I wonder if I’m being more of a pest then an entertainer.

Steve O Reno does great work.

@olo Oh I know I could a firm enough hand to have them both worshipping in a short time. Sure they might not be praying to me, but the physical showing of fealty is what I would be really looking for anyway.

HH1