@olo What? How?
Reno’s is listed as older image so if they saw it then made the top pic they would be inspired by.
Reno couldn’t have been inspired by an image he hadn’t seen.
So, my wonder if molendijk was inspired by Reno can’t be the other way around.
I’m slightly confused.
@olo Wait till she gets a load out of him. (Dang it, there needs to be a little woman in a white puddle emoji. 
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@olo Maybe it’s just an all body tongue hug with a little playful tasting afterward. 
@sloppy_amy Maybe they weren’t. Maybe he took matters into his own lap. 
@olo This might be the new two girls one cup. Little private thick shower. 
If they would have just stopped blaring their music I would have let them be. But no, now they have new reasons to make noise.
@sloppy_amy It might not be the fit he’s looking for but the fear of him trying. Teasing can be pleasing. 
Jim nods and we thank the lad. The car was plush and Jared seemed polite. But I barely noted the ride home. “Night buddy, I’ll pop over tomorrow to help with the cage.” Jim advised as I exited the car.
“Thanks, for that and tonight. This was amazing like nothing else.” I praised. “Have a good night.” I walk up to my apartment followed by Jared carrying the cage and it’s supplies. I thanked him and he left.
I lift my doggie cage and place it on my kitchen table. And pull my remaining slice of cake and put the terrified girl topped slice on a plate. Adding the three pretty things still trapped within their icing dollops. Pouring myself some rum on ice. I cut a bit and looked at the little cage instructions.
Nibbling as I get the instructions down. It was a simple matter of attaching a multi-nozzle to the end of the spout then adding a hose to the cage from the nozzle. A drain hose for wet wastes is attached to the cage and placed into the drain. The cage was basically a sleeping pad and a washroom chamber. It would be crowded, but work for the night.
Looking in the box of clothes. The outfit ready for them for tonight was a skimpy top and loin cloth, it was labeled the slave doll. Each little baggie was marked with each pet’s face. I lift a scared accent matching each bag. I place the outfit and pet into the cage between bites of cake till only the still restrained lovelies and their outfits remain.
I crack open busty Gabriel’s candy cage. Eating the sweet entrapment as I stroke and torment the scared dark haired girl. Sipping my cool drink as I finish that cage. Lifting her by her toned legs and bracing her back. I lick at the fruit flavored icing decorating her curves. I happily suckle the sugar coverings from her ample chest. Making sure to give her a few extra laps. Giggling, I carefully crush the strawberry pink shoes off her feet. Orally cleaned and tormented, I smile at her licking my lips. Just as she starts to show signs of defeat I place her in the cage with her slave costume.
I followed one chest heavy girl with another, Strawberry blonde Helen LeBlanic. I cracked her confection cage. Lifting her right away. I looked at this trembling treat. The real Helen was a very pretty but robust young lady. This pretty thing was like they sculpted Helen’s head and chest on a curvy athletic girl’s body. No, that wasn’t it either. Helen’s chest stuck off her chest with an enticing plump pillow effect. But these literally stuck out from this little creature’s chest, but resisted gravity like I would have thought impossible.
Laughing to myself as I realized all the little ladies were designed more ideally than their natural state had. I attend these wonders of science with my mouth. It seems Helen’s chest, in reality or by their design, was very sensitive. As my tongue darts and strokes those firm orbs her breathing clearly changed to gasping in arousing breaths. Soon moans start slipping out as nipples reach out for more attention.
I leave those delights reluctantly. Lifting her above my mouth. Lowering her chest deep past my lips. Slowly polishing her toned form of ever sweet taste. Teasing her breast tips with my tongue tip. And despite her dangerous position, she started submitting to the sensations flooded over her. I lifted her out and she clearly didn’t know how to react. Being in an easily swallowable location. Yet aroused by that area’s ability to give sensations. She stayed conflicted as I added her and her new outfit to the cage.
I pulled Helen’s friend from the slice of cake she still sat upon. I place her entire candied cage, full, into my mouth. Pressing my lips over kicking legs. The icing, even as hard as it was, quickly dissolved in my warm mouth. Soon fruit flavors mixed with the sweet crumble. I fill my mouth with saliva. The pretty thing’s curves start to get explored as the sweet covering were swallowed away.
Resistant, the brunette tried to fight my tongues exploring. Failing to keep my tongue from stroking over her perky breasts as the tip breaks through to tease her sensitive girlhood. Soon all the candied flavors are gone. Only the little pink shoes kicking just past my lips was all her icing left upon her.
I fill my mouth with rum and hold it in my mouth. The girl struggles and fights. Then I feel her weaking. Twitching as alcohol liquid filled her lungs. I saved the lovely young thing from drowning in my mouth by swallowing hard. Too close to unconsciousness to even squirm as she followed the drink to her death.
Last was the pig-tailed blonde with a young model’s body, Cyder. She had watched the devouring of the girl before her. Now she was in his focus. I petted her little pig-tails. Cracking the icing shell and releasing a startled whimper. Licking my lips I let out a kindness, “Don’t worry Cyder. I’m full, you’ll live tonight. But I can’t put you away for the night covered in icing. So.” Then I lift her. Lowering her toward my mouth I rotate her from head first to feet. “Which way? Which way?” I tease. But slowly I slip her in, feet first. Tongue pressed her back to the roof of my mouth. Swiping and grinding my tongue over her enticing form. She whimpers. I’m not sure if it’s from arousal or distrust in my statement. Arousing either way.
I feel my head nod. It’s late. I’m slightly drunk. And my stomach is full. Bed is calling. But I was erect. I pull Cyder from my mouth. Opening up my pants I draw her toward my penis. She screams as I wrap her to myself. Spit slick I stroke her along my length. Quickly I pump and the sensation of that delightful little body along my length brings amazing pleasure. Repeated arousal and drink added with want and rush of tormenting power brings me happily to concussion. Thick warm cum escapes me and covers the tiny blonde. I warmly shutter as I feel her bathed in my semen.
Once finished, I open up the device attached to my kitchen tap and rinse cum from the tiny delight drowning in it. Once I’m happy with her shower I place her and the last costume into the cage and clip the top closed.
I get ready for bed and lay down. Dreams of tiny harem praising me mix with screaming pretties devoured for my hungers. But I sleep well.
Holly stepped up to us and asked, “Anything else gents?”
“No lovely girl. We are done with the eating part. You mind bringing me the bill and our accent lists. Will, the cake?” Was Jim’s reply.
I looked at the confection. I pulled all the remaining dollops out but Amy’s. “I want to take that slice home please.” I explained as I dropped the icing trapped others in the cage.
“Oh, good choice Will.” Holly purred and left with the cake.
Licking my fingers I finished the form. “Ahh, it’s saying competition once the blood sample is confirmed?” I questioned. Lifting my drink and it’s mysterious accent.
“Here, let me see.” Jim took the tablet. “You are getting an exception, because you will behave and not tell anyone. Or mess this up in any way.” Jim threatened.
Sipping around the girl eyeing her. She was starting to look familiar. Or I was drunk and wanted to know who she was. Holly came back and placed an egg carton material take home container beside me. Placing what looked like some photo booth strips and a red marker on top. Handing the bill and another strip and a marker to Jim.
“Your accent list will have a name.” Jim suggested. “You can clear around us if you like Holly. We will be a few minutes to let things settle and for his card to be finalized.” He offered.
“Thanks Mr. Hathaway.” She replied, gathering some of the dishes.
“No problem. Holly. I know it’s getting late in your shift.” Jim noted. Adding to defend from the smirk I gave him, “Holly works a mid-shift. Early morning class of some kind. That’s why I know.”
“Business classes.” She offered. “Now I’m sad. I thought you were keeping tabs on me.” she teased as she swayed away.
“Shame. I think that borders on sexual harassment.” I teased.
“The front end manager does all the hiring and firing. Our interactions don’t affect her job.” He defended.
“Unless she majorly fowls. Then you own her shrunken sweet ass.” I retorted.
“Yeah. But that is decided by management and not individual board members. You can piss us off and the structure keeps us from overly punishing them. There is a dishwasher that always seems to over spray dishes as one of the other board members enters that area. Soaks them every time. She hates him. But, he’s a good loyal worker.” Jim smiled out.
Looking over the list of faces from my accents I found the mystery girl. “Ha ha, I know her. Nicole used to babysit her years ago. Grown up nicely I see.” I say lifting the trembling girl to eye level.
“Oh, Holly must have grabbed from the bottom of the list for that one. I don’t even know how she got on that list if that’s the case.” Jim explained.
“Her name is the same as the hot black girl that works at the gas station near my apartment.” I answer his confusion.
“No really.” He laughed. “I love gasing my car there when she’s working. Those tight tops she wears as she leans cheerfully over that counter. I remember adding her to your list. Holly must have just grabbed by the name and gotten the wrong one. That one is cute though.”
“Yeah.” I agree. Then I down my drink, sliding her in my mouth head first. The young woman squirmed and screamed but I hooked my tongue between her thighs and swallowed hard. Slurping loudly as her long legs receded into my mouth. As she slid wiggling down my throat I explained, “But if she’s anything like her mother. She would be a nasty little bitch.” Jim laughed loudly.
“What are these by the way?” I asked, holding the photos of my snacks and keepers.
“Accent list. Use the red marker to mark over the name of any accent you ate or plan on eating. Then we can go on to the last part of the night.” He explained as he began his list. Stopping to open his cage to compare to the faces of the survivors.
I follow suit. Marking off the girls now digesting in my stomach. “So what’s next?” I ask as I red strip over Gloria’s name.
“Oh, just the bow on the package.” Jim mumbled his answer.
“Mr. Jackson, your membership and access card.” Holly’s voice startled me. She suddenly sounded nervous.
“I said you could call me Will Holly.” I reply, accepting the greyish card.
“Sorry but the rules are staff is to call Platinum and Board members by their last name. I didn’t realize before. Please accept my apologies.” Holly said bowing.
“It’s ok Holly. I didn’t know either.” I replied in confusion.
“Holly, if there is nothing else, please gather the dishes.” Jim said sternly.
“Yes Mr. Hathaway.” She babbled and grabbed the few remaining glasses and cutlery and seemed to speed away.
“What was that all about?” I wondered, “And what does Platinum status and why do I have it?”
“She is worried again over what she knows is a small deal with me. You have Platinum status, well platinum plus because we’ll discuss another time. But mainly because I have the authority to grant it and you need at least that level for my idea.” He explained. “You cleaned your list and think your feet will hold?” he asked.
“List cleaned, feet, uncertain.” I joked back. Standing however and the room tilted a little.
Jim wobbled to his feet. “Follow me.” He said and walked up to the bar. “Barry, I’m here to pay my bill.”
The bartender smiled and said, “Certainly Mr. Hathaway.” The smiling broad dark skinned man typed on a keyboard and handed the debit interface to Jim. The total shocked me. Jim began punching in a sizable tip.
“You spent how much on me as a gift?” I exclaimed.
Jim smiled, “Relax. I am happy to have a friend to share dinner here with.” He replied. Looking at the bartender, “What’s the news Barry?”
“Breezes have been swirling the leaves again Mr. Hathaway. But Aces is a smart duck.” I barely heard the man whisper.
“Well let me know if the lawn gets long. I am ready to mow. Make sure Holly gets her full tip.” Jim said with a nod.
“Holly will receive it as you ask. Who is your friend, my good sir?” Barry replied.
“Barry mix master extraordinaire, this is my long time friend William Jackson, our newest Platinum plus member.” Jim introduced us.
“Turning the fan Mr. Hathaway?” He replied.
“Just lighting a room.” Jim replied.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Jackson. You look like a sweet drink man. I have something you will have to experience on your next visit if you permit me.” He offered.
“Thanks, I do like to try new things.” I accept, “Jim here isn’t hard to work for is he?”
“He’s my boss’s boss. So, he’s a sunny client for me.” The cheerfully large man replied.
“Oh, Barry, our Accents and his cake slice. Make sure they don’t go missing.” Jim asked, pointing toward the table with his thumb.
Nodding toward the table he explained, “Holly is beating me to it.”
“Good good, We’ll be right back.” and Jim waved me to follow.
“Should I prepare a return beverage?” Barry asked as we started away.
“Not tonight. But thanks for thinking ahead.” Jim refused as we walked on.
To a door with a clear glass window with a gold ribbon lined around the words, Little Bobbles Gift Shop. We enter. A bored looking young man perked up. Recognizing Jim he greeted, “Hello Mr. Hathaway. Your order is ready.”
“Not my order. It’s his. Glenn, this is my friend Mr. Jackson. Will this is Glenn from the gift shop.” Jim introduced us.
“Hello Mr. Jackson. Your cage is ready for you to take home. Did you need Jared to deliver it?” the young man asked.
“He will. And us if he doesn’t mind.” Jim answered for me. He turned to me, “Take a browse.”
It reminded me of a pet shop. Cages in one corner. Accessories for them beside that area. But besides water bottles and exercise wheels, there were also shower booths and cool treat storage units. Along the counter was what looked like hamster pellets listed as Accent’s dry food. Then across from the sales counter was a wall covered in what looks like cards showing different outfits. Few other odds and ends on the side wall.
Jim calls me over to the card wall, “Pick out some outfits for your keepers. They are designed for ease of play.”
“How? Do I take them to ahh?” I asked
“His name is Glenn. Slide your Accent strip in this slot. Then you can punch in the card numbers for the outfit you want for that pet. The accent numbers have the girl’s stats for their sizes and best fits. How many are you keeping?” He advises.
“Eleven. Why?” I replied.
“Cause now I can tell you to pick out nine outfits for your keepers. Have fun with your choices. Oh, if you pick this tab it lists the outfits that can be made eatable. You should pick two, no three of those for each of your new little friends as well. I’ll be back.” Jim advises, then wanders through a door labeled Employees only.
Still a buzz with alcohol and the power rush over my collected pets. I was having trouble focusing. Glenn walked up to me, “Having problems?”
“Yes Glenn, how do I select outfits for my new pets. Do I pick the outfits for each girl or pick the girl for the outfits?” I asked as I shook my head to get my eyes to focus.
“Well, either. Your preference really. Let me guide you.” The store clerk offered. And guided me he did. Soon I was able to flip through. It wasn’t so much picking outfits for each girl. But picking from items within a connected collection to form up outfits. Skirt patterns and shirt styles. Do they get hosiery or would certain stockings look better. The card didn’t just provide sizes. But a 3D model on which you can get an estimation of what the outfit will look on each little pet.
Jim came back. “How is it going?”
“Great, Glenn is a big help.” I replied.
“Thank you Will.” He says as I had given permission in my jolly state.
“Glenn, He’s Platinum Plus.” Jim said, sounding more as advice then warning.
“Oh, You got me Mr. Jackson. I should have asked for your membership for delivery methods. Sorry for my ignorance.” Glenn said nervously in the guise of a cheerful retort.
“My fault Glenn. Jim, Mr. Hathaway told me about the name rules. It slipped my mind as you helped me.” I accepted blame. “So when will I receive these by the way?” I add to ease tension.
“When would you like them? Are you staying for a few more drinks? Or would you like them shipped to your house tonight or early tomorrow morning?” Glenn asks.
“Is there something I could get for them tonight? The rest tomorrow afternoon maybe?” I ask knowing morning would be a bit too early for me.
“Certainly Mr. Jackson. One of your choices for each will be ready in minutes. So ready by time Jared is ready to take you home. Is that alright?” Glen asks. “Jerry can deliver the collections at around one tomorrow?”
“Sounds good. I need time to finish picking outfits.” I add.
Jim lifts a cage about the size of a shoe box. “Do we have any extra of these in stock?”
“Yes sir.” Glenn answers.
“Mr. Jackson will get one of these as well.” Jim notes.
“Added sir.” Glenn replies.
“Why do I need two cages?” I ask.
“Because we are in no state to set up your cage tonight. This travel cage can be set up in minutes and is good for tonight. You will need a place to hold the pretties.” Jim reveals his insight. “Now let’s finish picking those sweet pets their doll clothes.” And we did, giggling at some of the costumes and accessories available.
Glenn brought out a bag with a white box and the little cage. “Jared is ready when you are sirs. Cage and pets are waiting in the car.”
Before us were two identical dishes except the little ladies adoring them. It was the top of a lobster posed like it was emerging from a fresh garden salad. In each claw was held a woman like it was about to join in our activity as well. What must have been it’s tail, split in half, was curved along the other side. Laying out of the top of the tails was a woman. Those two were both bound to a wooden skewer by some nori seaweed dampened to stick. All four outfits were just carefully arranged shrimp.
His was a selection of four twenties looking girls. Athletic in sculpture. Mine was a collection of some of the more attractive ladies from my office. Gloria Hamilton, an athletic redhead from HR was in one claw while the front receptionist, an athletic top-heavy blonde named Maria Frost was in the other. One tail held another intern the attractive brunette Carrie Bruce. The other was Payton’s spectatorial sister Marca Birch. Two taps and they startled to life.
“I remember how much you like lobster.” Was all Jim said. He flipped a half tail with his fork. The chief must have cleaned the meat out for us. The tail meat layed teasingly over the girls’ strapped legs. Along the sides looked to be a mix of the body meat, fried onions and peppers placed along the sides. He scooped some and ate it. Humming, “Hmm, Cliff is a great chief.”
The office sampler babbled at me. Marca pleading for a reason her younger sister was in a giant glass of spirits. I don’t know why but I reached for Gloria. Maybe because she was a know it all bitch. Possibly cause she was a lesbian always saying no man could make her his. Pulling her free of the beast’s claw she screamed in pain. More careful with Maria I thought as I directed the red head to my mouth. She barked and screeched. I marveled at how the shrimp stayed covering her breasts. My tongue stole them as she called me several unsavory things. They were butter fried to melt in your mouth perfection. I forced her in. My tongue felt the shape of her gym-toned body. It was stroking and messaging where she proudly bragged would never be felt by a man. Her rage and disgust were clear in her muffled screaming. A push at her crotch and she attempted to brace her little hands at the edge of my throat. Her trained shaped legs kicked as I pushed her curved ass inside. I sucked those limbs hard as I swallowed with effort. Her hands did not hold. I felt giggity as her no man’s body was compressed to my stomach.
I look up and Jim is snickering. Enjoying nibbles of lobster meat from around the girl on his plate. Now exposed but for her shellfish top. A cute little blonde. “Well, like her huh?”
“Not really. Just enjoyed making her feel small and as useless as she really is.” I noted as I flipped the tail half off the terrified intern.
“She was the lesbian from your office wasn’t she? Wanted to teach her something?” He asked.
He was right, the meat mixture was amazing. “Not because of her sexuality. But because she was a bitch about everything.” I defended myself.
He lifted the nervous blonde still wrapped to the skewer. As he sucked the shrimp from her breasts he replied, “I don’t care. I’m just glad you’re enjoying yourself. Lobster is fresh.”
Pushing the half tail meat off Carrie’s legs and easily cut a bit off with a slight press of my fork. “Yes. Amazing. I can’t even express how great this is in it’s way. I owe you man.”
He shook his head, “This is to pay you back, remember.” Slipping the blonde in his mouth. She screamed as his mouth closed and he pulled the wooden restraint free. Swallowing her happily. Slipping some scotch to help wash her down.
I finished the tail meat and teasingly ran the fork tongs along the trembling brunette’s body. Then I reached for the lobster body. Jim cleared his throat and showed how the body was just the shell. Under was a pile of bacon wrapped scallops. His fork speared one. He rubbed one of the claw trapped girl’s faces with the bottom. Then brought it to his mouth to eat.
I followed suit. Using mine to knock free Carrie’s shrimp bra. Leaving her naked and bound on my plate. Picking each one of them one at a time. Tapping them to her toned stomach. Sipping my scotch with a knowing smile at the trembling, and partially drunk, blond wading in it.
Jim used his scoops to also expose the chests of his three remaining treats. They shivered and whimpered. He happily informed me, “They are all from the same university cheer team. My question is, are they still glad they made the cut?”
“What about the claws?” I asked. Maria jumped at that question.
Brushing the meat from another tailed girl, a lovely redhead, he looked about. Lifting the skewer he noted, “Huh, Holly forgot the crackers.” Slipping the trapped redhead in his mouth. Oddly she didn’t scream. Just cringed as she was slipped between giant teeth. He signaled Holly as shapely calves slipped between his lips. The two in the claws on his plate called out a name in despair.
Holly stepped over and smiled, “Another scotch?”
Actually, yes. Are there any accents to complement my plate assortment?" He asked.
“I’ll check.” She said and looked toward me, “One for you too sir?”
“That and, crackers for the claws?” I replied.
She looked all over the table. “Oh, I am so sorry Mr. Hathaway. I don’t know how I could be so stupid.”
He laughed and shook his head, “It’s me Holly. Relax. It happens. Just bring us some when you bring the scotch over.”
“Thank you Mr. Hathaway.” She praised and bowed.
“She seemed worried?” I noted.
“She’s still new. Worried about losing her job. But she has a real talent, so I think she’ll still be around for a while yet.” He said, taking a scoop of lobster mix.
“What happens if she’s fired?” I wondered.
“For making mistakes, she looks for a new job. Knowing she is still sworn to secrecy. But for letting the wrong people know. Or other major infractions, there are harsh penalties.” Jim noted.
“Like?” I asked.
He looked back and forth to see if anyone seemed to be paying us attention. Then noted, “Honesty, if the staff or client breaks the agreement. Or if staff is stealing or something major. They are shrunk and the board bids on who gets them. Most staff and clients are already spoken for under an agreement we made.”
“So, Holly would be yours if she messes up?” I questioned. Flipping the tail off Marcia’s exquisite legs.
He let out a sighing snicker, “Most of the female wait staff. To be honest. Most of the board has issues with clients. But they have money. But if they mess up.”
I was about to ask more when Holly arrived back. She smiled, “Did you want to finish your current or just have this one on the side?”
Jim lifted his drink up in a quick salute to Holly and down the liquid. Pulling the naked Asian girl’s legs from tight lips. Slipping her into his doggie cage. “Oh here.” He said and plucked the other asian from his mug. Suckling the coffee from her slender body before adding her to the cage.
I in turn pulled Josie from her mug and lapped the cold mocha from her wonderful curves. She pleaded not to be eaten so sweetly. Slipping her in with Karla. Katie Marie coward as I reached in for her. I cleaned her slender body with a few quick wraps of my tongue and she fell into my doggie cage. I Looked up at Holly’s smiling face and noted, “I’m done with these thanks. But I’m still working on this one.” As I say this my finger pushed Payton under the amber liquid.
Holly nodded and noted, “Looks tasty.” She placed our new drinks down and tapped their riders awake. Taking the empty cups away with a smile. Leaving red shell crackers beside both of us.
“So they can also really shrink people?” I asked softly as Holly hopefully was out of ear shot.
“Yeah, Caught our last head Hostess stealing a few months back. That stacked redhead feels great to play with.” He answered softly. Looking away as he did so. His expression was clearly on activities he enjoyed with the aforementioned woman. Shaking his head he added, “It’s not something done often. So keep it to yourself, ok?”
Cutting a bite I replied, “Sure, but does Holly know you get her if she messes up?”
He smirked as he lifted a claw holding a mousy looking girl with lighter brown hair. “I kind of hope so. But she shouldn’t.” He opened the claw and the girl screamed as she dropped to his plate. Bravely shorting herself and running to her friend in an attempt to free her.
I finished baring Marica. Her naked form was as amazing as I imagined. I reached for my Payton holding scotch. Noticing my second held a dirty blonde girl I didn’t recognize. “Huh, I don’t know her?” I mentioned as I lifted my first and with it’s curvy rider.
“Well, daughter of a co-worker or a neighbor perhaps?” Jim wondered as he cracked his claw open.
“I don’t know. Oh well.” I said, tipping my glass and draining liquid into my mouth. Marcia screamed for her lovely sister. I held Payton in my mouth. Tongue explored that body. She felt amazing in there, all toned with satin smooth skin. If she felt as interesting I would be savoring Marica for hours.
As I tormented the poor girl in my mouth. Jim lifted his second glass. “Oh look at you bubbles.” He said to his newest accent. I looked, and from behind I could tell she had natural golden tan skin and light reddish brown hair. And an hourglass figure with more time up top. But she must have been a looker from Jim’s eager smile.
I pulled a panting Payton from my lips and as I slipped her into my doggie cage asked, “So, looks good?”
Hooking a finger under the wading girl’s chin he tauntingly noted, “Delicious. Must be another from that cheer team.” Taking a sip he placed the glass down. The girls on his plate whimpered out a name as confirmation.
He freed the dark haired girl trapped in his last claw as I began on the one that I pulled Goria from. He left the two plate survivors trembling together as he slowly savored the seafood treat. I ate mine as I slipped a fork along Melissa’s body of delight.
I carefully slipped Maria from hers and she sat terrified in the middle of my plate as I easily cracked open the thing she couldn’t free herself from.
Jim pulled the beauty from his drink and suckled every ounce of scotch from her each curve and crevasse. Placing her with the other two he leaned back as they huddled together in fear. “You know, I’m full. But I think I might have room for one more tasty delight.” He said mockingly. The three whimpered out pleas.
Claws done, I lifted Maria, “Really, which one are you thinking?” I nonchalantly ask as I tongue bathed my current treat.
Pointing at the mousy girl he described, “Well this one looks to be the smallest. Not to overfill my stomach. But she is such a cute little treat. She would make great fun at home if she behaved.”
Finished with her cleaning I slipped Maria into the cage. Lifting the skewer holding Marcia. “And?” I encouraged him.
Pointing to the busty tan one he licked his lips, “This one looks like she would be delightful to hold on my tongue. Those curves wiggling down every inch of my throat. But, I could keep her and treat my tongue repeatedly if she was an obedient chew toy.”
I licked Marcia like a popsicle as he spoke. Flicking her breasts as I requested, “What about the middle sweet?” I placed Marcia face first in my mouth and closed around all but her trained shaped calves. The flavor of the meat lingered on her mouth watering skin. But it was her firm shape that made my tongue explode with delight.
I barely notice Jim tormenting the last treat, “She’s a pretty Asian looking girl. But I kept two of those earlier. And there is something about that oriental skin that tastes so good. Especially if they know they are about to be swallowed alive.”
Sipping his drink he asked his plate, “Well, who wants to live as my sex pet and who fills my stomach.” I watch as my tongue plays at Marcia’s squirming form. To my surprise they each offer themself to save their friends. Begging mercy for them for her sacrifice. Nodding like a wise sage, Jim acknowledged his tormented adudance, “Your bravery has filled me pretties. But remember, if you misbehave, I am more than willing to fry you up in butter myself. Be good and I’ll only savor your bodies from time to time.” He lifted each one and dropped them in the cage.
I placed Marcia in the cage and a tormented cheer escaped as her and Payton united in their entrapment. “What about her.” Jim asked about Jannette still bound on my plate.
Rolling her gently with my fork. “I honestly have not decided. Hey, what happens if a, what should I call them?”
“Accents, they are referred to as accents in drinks and on plates.” Jim simply explained.
“What happens if one or more are left behind, like on a plate uneaten.” I wondered.
“Oh that happens all the time. Some clients just like to eat around them and torment the accents and then leave them. They are cleaned in a special wash that chemically removes all their hair then put through a meat grinder. You’ll notice several dishes and options for special meat. That’s them. So you may, or may not want to avoid those dishes.” He explained in a relaxed tone. Ending with a sip.
“But you said the bones get hard after time.” I curiously inquired.
“The grinder, well, really grinds to a fine blend. Trust me. I’ve used it to see for myself.” He said with a smirk.
“Hmm.” was all I could reply. Lifting Carrie I begain cleaning her. “I am debating another slice of cake.”
“Don’t over eat. Take it home.” Jim suggested.
“I am not a big cake eater at home. It would be a waste.” I noted as trembling icing-coated girls fearfully looked up at me.
“Take a slice. Keep the others in their dollops until you decide. You know you can always come back here for more. Did you finish your membership form?” Jim asked, leaning back rubbing his stomach.
“Oh no, I was distracted with the lobster dish.” I replied as I added Carrie to my home fun box.
As I cut another piece of cake I laughed, “She’s gotta be half nearly our age.”
“Well, if I’m going to mid life. Might as well midlife right.” He joked back as he slid the tiny Holly in his Doggie cage.
I placed the piece of cake containing the other blonde friend of my ex’s cousin on my plate. She whimpered as I ate more cake. It wasn’t a full sized cake. Well large enough to hold seven tiny girls. But with this piece the debate of should I try to finish it or not came to mind. I figured I probably could, but at what price later.
Jim smacked at his cold treat. Seeming more to torment the two girls then to enjoy it’s favors. Nibbling at the scoops so the Bananas dipped and the tips rested in the trapped treat’s faces. The suggestive whip cream smearing more over their sweet faces.
Two thirds of the way through my current piece of cake. Holly came back with our drinks. Tapping them to awaken new accents. “I didn’t order another accent.”
Her sweet smile nodded back at me, “No, but he did. Here.” She handed me a tiny baggy. Inside was Josie’s replacement glasses. “Incase you’d like to keep her.” She turned to Jim, “I’m not a good scoop anymore?” she asked with a wink as she wiggled away.
Jim purred, “Why didn’t I bring you here sooner.” Opening the top of the box he lifted the tiny version of Holly from her cage to scoop ice cream with her breasts. Savoring the frozen cream with a loud Humming noise.
I looked down at the now drink accents. Jim’s was a dark haired curvy treat that seemed to be in her early twenties. Gorgeous, but unknown to me. Looking at the trembling one in mine, I knew her.
Katherine Marie Olson, better known as Katie Marie, or as my boss called his cute daughter KM. Her hair was styled in her usual adorable way of a high side ponytail. Her covering was a blue version of Josie’s former frilly bikini. She clearly recognized me from the many times she came to the office. But as we barely interacted, she didn’t know me as more than a familiar face.
He dropped little Holly back into his box. Lifting one of the Asians free he asked as he directed the terrified treat to his mouth. “Another good choice?”
Katie Marie was a lovely university aged lady but very spoiled by her daddy. I had imagined a few creative ideas for disciplining her. I lifted my spoon over her and used the bowled side to push her under the dark surface. I could feel her fight and struggle unseen in my warm drink. Once I felt her struggling slowing enough I lifted my spoon. She bobbed up coughing and gasping. “Yes, I shall enjoy her. What did you supply them with a list of choices for me?” I asked.
He pulled the girl from his mouth. The candy uniform was tattered from his savoring. “Yes I did. Would you like to order anything else and save the rest of your cake for later?” He lifted his mug up and encased his drink’s accent in his mouth as he took a long slip.
I took another bite from my current slice and asked, “You already have something in mind don’t you?” I replied. I lifted my mug, pinning Katie Marie to the close side. My mouth I ensnared her top half as I too took a long drink. My tongue wrestled at her rice paper top to pieces.
Seems Jim was ahead of me. As he opened his mouth from his drink, his now topless accent fell into the mug. “I do. Just didn’t know how well you would be doing by this point.” He lifted his drink girl up and legs first toward his mouth. Her remarkable toned legs shined from being soaked with the favored coffee. He placed her waist deep before sealing his lips around her supple hips. Her squirming and protests showed he was sucking her the bottom of her bikini off. He must have succeeded as her protests started to switch to her requesting he not to lick her pussy mixed with gasps showing he wasn’t listening. Lazily he swirled the little asian he was holding in his other hand in his drink.
I released Katie Marie back into the mug. She fell and waded backward toward the far side of the container. Her tiny hands barely covering her nakedness. I pulled her out and slipped her into my mouth danty legs first. She was still and silent. She only trembled as my tongue pulled the rice paper material down those tender legs. She whimpered as my tongue pressed at her thighs, but submitted at my unspoken demand and her willowy legs parted. Only a stroke or two from my tongue and she made arousing sounds. Gasping out no as her hips grind in disagreement. I teasingly spit her back into the mug. Where she cowered looking up at me.
Jim’s chew toy was more resistant. She looked to be trying to physically resist as she was verbally. She referred to him intensely unfavorably. He raised his fingers and pressed on her shoulders. Jaw wiggling seemed to reposition her legs in his mouth. Her substantial breasts pressed against his lips and she realized the danger. Protest broke into begging as he popped her mounds under his lips. Soon muffled screams were all that could be heard as his pressure hid her head behind his lips. Tiny frantic hands grasped desperately at his forcing fingers. He swallowed hard and the tiny hands disappeared. The screaming stopped. He smiled jokingly, “I like savoring the slow learners.”
“Well, before I slice another piece of cake. We better get on to your second treat for me.” I said as I pulled the last nibble of cake from the little blonde’s dulup. She whimpered just loud enough for me to hear. I actually found myself debating if I’d eat her or not.
He looked about and was about to wave when Holly seemed to just appear beside the booth. “You’re not eating your Sunday Mr. Hathaway. Something wrong, or just like chilling the girl before warming them inside?”
“Oh, yeah.” He mumbled. Pulling the second one out. “I’m distracted with my friend I guess. I have a special second order if he was as comfortable as he seems to be. Could you ask Cliff to make them please?” As he finished he literally shoved the whole tiny squirming Asian girl into his mouth. Suckling her as only her tiny head was sticking out from his lips. She desperately pleaded in her language.
“I have already suggested that for you sir. Anything else?” Holly announced.
He pulled the living treat from his mouth. She ranted at him. I had the clear feeling she was thanking him for not eating her. He plopped her in his mug with her companion. “Scotch, my preferred choice. Blonde accents. I have one listed for William.”
“Right away Mr. Hathaway.” She smiled and was gone.
Cracking open my current blonde’s confection cage I joked, “Two Irish coffees and scotch. I’ll be lucky to stand after this gift.” Popping in half of the dollop in my mouth.
“There is a driver service for higher end clients. Speaking of such.” He said, spinning the two trembling Asians in his half cup of Irish mocha with his spoon. Warm beverage finished stripping what little they still wore. He looked over and waved to gain Holly’s attention. Making a tapping motion on his hand.
My mouth enveloped the second half of the dollop as I teasingly poked and pushed at the thin pretty little blonde. Even at this size I was amazed at the length of her pig-tails. She whimpered and yipped but didn’t say anything. “So, what keeps people from telling the authorities about this place?”
“Lets just say most have to take a blood oath. I am certain that will not be necessary for you.” He said as he took turns forcing one girl’s head under his drink. Then the others.
I lifted the terrified girl from my plate with my fingers. “Why are you so certain?” I asked as I slipped her slender fruit flavored body in my mouth. Tongue eager to test her sensitivity.
“Cause I am a board member in this endeavor. And I think you should become part of the business as well.” He offered. Sipping his mocha and Asians.
I was shocked. I almost choked on the blonde in my mouth. Gagging, I caught her in my napkin. Catching my breath I cough out, “Really. What do you have in mind?”
Taking taunting licks at his captives he advised, “Let’s discuss that when I’m not on my second Holly made Irish coffee.”
Looking at the spit soaked girl shivering in my napkin I teased, “Doesn’t that make Holly your employee? Should you really follow up on that number?”
“You know, these two are really cute little asians. I am going to keep them for my home collection. But, no sense not playing with them some more.” Was his response. Mouth snapping over one. Lifting her. Her little legs kicked wildly as he snickered around her hips.
I was about to mock him for avoiding the question when Holly came back with two drinks and a tablet. She handed Jim the tablet and placed the amber drinks with blonde accents before us. Two taps brought the two girls awake.
I again didn’t know the pretty little thing in Jim’s drink. But I knew my short haired curvy pretty. Payton Birch was one of my co-workers. Gorgeous with good sized perky breasts. She knew me and begged for clarification in my beverage.
He sipped his as his accent screeched. He swirled his glass and she slid along with the liquid, “OK, lets see.” He said out loud to himself. Tapping at the tablet.
I eyed Payton in my drink. Unlike the girls in the mocha she didn’t arrive in a bikini. Naked in my glass and a delightful sight to behold. I dropped the long haired girl from my napkin into my take home cage. Lifting the glass. Petting her, she gave me a scared, confused look. I sipped, sliding her to the closer side with a meep. The liquid warmed all the way down. I couldn’t help but dunk her fully under with my finger. Pinning her as she kicked and squirmed. I let her free and licked my finger as she coughed and gagged, hanging to the glass edge.
“OK, all set.” Jim spoke, handing me the tablet. “Fill this out for your membership.” Lifting his glass. His accent screamed bloody murder.
I looked at the digital form. Much like most forms. Name, date of birth, and address. As I filled it in his blonde accent was muffled. Looking up shapely legs kicked from his mouth. He pushed his finger between her thighs and her round ass slipped inside. He swallowed hard and those long legs were slurped down. “Have to note not to get that bitch again.”
“Don’t like them feisty?” I joked.
“Feisty is fine. She just noise and bother. Maybe in a noodle dish where she is gagged. I did like the shape of her.” He retorted. “Like yours?”
“Yeah, She’ll feel good on my tongue.” I said to torment the young blonde staring wide eyed at my friend. She softly begged for mercy as I lifted for another sip. I was now at the odd part of the form asking preferences from gender, hair color, even language flavors. I had to ask, “Did you give them a list of treats or have someone follow me around?”
“Honestly, many of your selections were already in the catalog. Seems other clients were hungry for tender those meats.” He said then lifted one of the asians from his coffee mug and laughingly slipped her feet first up to her neck in his mouth. His tongue wiggled her whole length as he did so.
“You know I am not just a creepy watcher.” I retorted.
“Hench this.” He said as Holly slid our treats around to make room for two new plates. Jim noted, “I’m done with the split part if that helps Holly.”
