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      Lilliputian Maria
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      Another chapter. Hope you enjoy, let me know if you want me to continue.

      HH1

      Chapiter 06: Shaving

      Maria awoke to hear their massive Master still peacefully sleeping. She looked about and saw her fellow Lilliputians in the library. Reading was quiet. Waking the human man could bring any number of punishments. He may not be legally allowed to kill or maim them, but the teachers advised many frightening punishments a owner could inflict on them any time they wanted.

      She didn’t dare to dress as a dropped shoe might ping the cage bars and alert the sleeping giant of their presence. She walked on the plastic flooring on the tips of her toes. In the library she selected a book at random. When she looked for a place to sit to read her heart padders to see Anne waving her over to the couch the redhead was reclining on. She was offered a place to cuddle close to the prettiest Lilliputian girl Maria had ever seen. Anne squeezed and whisper the trained greeting, “Attentive Morning.”

      Maria responded in kind, “Obedient day.” Then she melted as those pillowy lips softly pressed hers. She becomes a puddle along Anne’s curves and starts reading silently. Maria’s book was about an obedient Lilliputian girl working extra hard to please her Master, earning spoiling presents for being a loving pet. Maria noted how that was a good life for a Lilliputian.

      Bora whimpered. Maria followed her staring to see the giant rising. It stretched with a groining moan. He scratched his chin and mumbled to himself Maria couldn’t hear. His massive head turned to look upon them. He sighed and leaned over. He opened the closest access and reached inside. Ella whined as that human hand grabbed her. Maria wasn’t surprised he selected Ella, with her bright yellow hair and perfect white skin she was a lovely girl. Maria felt dingy in comparison with her black hair and dirty shaded tan skin.

      The Master opened his hand and without a word took Ella’s pajama shorts off. He pulled off her top and placed the clothes back in the cage on the couch she had been reading on. Then closed them in again. He flipped the blankets off his lap and slipped Ella into his boxers. Maria could see his hand adjusting. Then he leaned back down on his bed as his hand worked up and down inside his underwear. He began humming delighted sounds, likely enjoying Ella’s well fit and shapely form. Soon he sighed loudly. His hand stopped near or at the tip of his erection. Then he maneuvered in his boxers and pulled out Ella, soaked in his semen. He placed her in the cage by the showers. Closing that access door he advised, “Time to start my day.” Then he walked over and strangely dressed in his clothes from yesterday. He left the room and disappeared for a while.

      Chloma went to help Ella get rinsed off while Katie Marie suggested, “Should we workout now?”

      They did, showered, and finished a delicious breakfast of sweet new tasting pellets before the Master returned. He had a bag in his hand. He walked over and gave a command, “I’ll go get ready, you all get naked please. I have a surprise.”

      They were confused but stripped as the Master commanded. They were more bewildered as a strange buzzing sound came from the other room. He came back wearing only his boxers while carrying a bowl. Maria didn’t like that. School had informed them of many Lilliputian themed items a human could use to enjoy their pets. This included carrying boxes. Bowls were for putting food in. She knew he wasn’t legally allowed to eat her. But he would only face punishment after she was devoured if he chose to do that.

      The human man gathered them in a bowl and walked them to a human bathroom. In the tub was a level of water. He placed the bowl on the edge of the tub and exposed himself. To her surprise the hair around his genitals was trimmed well away. Then he grabbed a can and filled a hand with shaving foam and covered the area around his crotch. Then he sat in the tub.

      He looked at them and advised, “Katie Marie said last night you girls prefer clean shaved balls. Well then, lets get them and around my cock shaved up.”

      Maria gasped as he lifted the bowl. He tilted the bowl and poured them just above his big round belly. Then he reached over the edge of the tub. In his hand was a box. He opened it and held towards them a familiar tool. A hand shaver, a blade with a handle designed for Lilliputians to use. Maria was always nervous to handle one as the blade was razor sharp. Even though she had shaved a teacher’s legs or more private areas many times. She just never shaved a human man’s testicles.

      Katie Marie was the bravest and walked over to accept the tool. Chloma, Anne, and Ella built up the nerve before Maria could manage the courage. Bora had the hardest time. She turned even paler when the Master handed her a tool directly.

      They walked up the hairy hill that was his belly. Then down towards his crotch. The shaving foam mostly drowned out the musky smell of his unwashed groin. At first it was easier to act with the Master’s face blocked from their view. They carefully laid their blades along his skin and started to work towards his testicles. Leaning over the edges of his body to rinse the hair and foam off in the warm water. But then it became a little unnerving as his penis enjoyed their company and started to stand erect at a heavy angle. But the human man’s appreciating sounds helped Maria a little. If he was enjoying their efforts he was less likely to interrupt them.

      Katie Marie made them all jump as she dared to speak, “Maria you’re really good at this.”

      Ella looked towards the top of the man mountain field with dread then whispered sharply, “Shh, he didn’t give permission to speak. He’ll punish us all.”

      They all trembled as the Master’s voice advised, “No go ahead. I like hearing your Lilliputian voices.”

      Anne accepted that and agreed, “You are amazing at that. Have you shaved a human man’s crotch before?”

      Maria shook her head, then worried the Master would get mad if she didn’t speak so she said, “A teacher at school requested I shave her womanhood often. I guess the caution I practiced there transferred to his privates as well.”

      Anne folded her tool back and offered, “Here, let me push the testicle to smooth the skin more for you to shave.”

      Chloma watched the redhead and told Ella, “Here, I’ll do that for you.”

      Shaving the Master’s crotch area took a while. Luckily it was quicker since they could work as a team. Bora and amusingly Katie Marie stopped and switched tools with them. They would rinse the tools while the others removed hair and foam. Katie Marie was humorous, as she was so short she would often have to use the human man’s leg hairs to climb down close enough to the water. This even amused the giant, or possibly tickled him into small spurts of chuckles.

      They finished and Katie Marie crested his belly to tell him, “All finished our kind Master.”

      His response terrified Maria, “OK, while I shower you make sure the shavers are well rinsed.” A shower for a human would be a flood for her and the other Lilliputians. His hand carefully gathered them a couple at a time. She felt a little better as they were placed in a shower cage.

      He unplugged the tub to drain the shaving cream and hair filled waster. Then carefully adjusted the flowing water to a temperature he liked. The blast that hit them when the shower started made them all yelp and whimper. But soon they adjusted and began using the heavy sprays to fully clear the shavers.

      During this the Master stood and used human cleaners to wash himself. Leaving his genitals hanging just at their level. It was strange watching a human take a shower. It likely wasn’t different then how Lilliputian boys wash themselves. It was the mass of the human man. His girth. How the bubbles even seemed larger upon his skin. How his movements conveyed his might. How he was free to experience the world and they had to be caged to be protected from it.

      Finished, the human man shut off the deluge of water and opened the towering curtain. He grabbed a towel all six of them could have used as a carpet for their cage bottom and wiped the bulk of the water off his head and torso. He wrapped it about that titanic waist then carefully laid out a smaller towel on a nearby counter top.

      When the Master turned Maria expected one or more of them to get wrapped to the giant’s clear erection. His hand pulled out Anne first and though the human man took the time to admire the gorgeous redhead he didn’t pleasure himself with her, Instead he placed Anne on the smaller towel and bizarrely he kindly offered her a Lilliputian towel.

      That was the pattern, Lifted Bora, admired her wet naked form, then placed on the little human towel to be offered a Lilliputian sized bath towel. Ella, Clhoma, and Katie Marie were all the same. Maria expected she was last to be used for his pleasure. As he stopped and visually admired her Maria waited to be hooked under his towel and stroked along his length. Yet she was also placed on that fluffy mat and offered a fresh towel to which she replied as expected, “Thank you Master.”

      Even his reply was strange in her mind, “Your welcome Maria.” He had gifted each of them with a towel and when they submitted to his kindness he told them each your welcome. Maybe that strange Tan man that bought her was right, maybe their Master as a kind one. Still, if Maria didn’t have to be touched by him, or even be near him, she would be happier.

      As they dried the Master finished drying himself. Then with a snicker he grabbed the corners of the smaller human towel and lifted all six of them. This forced them all together in the hanging white fuzzy pit. Then solid ground was under their feet. The way the towel hung they were back in the bowl.

      He carried them into what Maria was certain was the bedroom. Though with much of the view blocked by the towel she wasn’t completely sure. He placed the bowl on an unstable surface. The top of the cage was visible so Maria guessed they were on his massive bed. She could see him opening some kind of brown jar. He then laid onto the bed beside them. His hairy belly cresting over the bowl they were trapped in. Then their convenience was lifted and tilted. The ridge rested upon the top of his stomach as a human hand moved into view holding the jar from earlier. Then his voice requested, “OK girls, scoop out a couple handfuls of ball butter and go rub it into my sack and other areas you shaved.”

      Maria followed Anne as she walked over and scooped a load of rich smelling lotion into each hand. Maria copied Anne and they walked down to his groin followed by the others. Well, Katie Marie had to keep encouraging poor Bora. The Asian Lilliputian was nearly frozen with fear. But again, once his face was hidden by his belly she was more capable.

      Anne walked around the human man’s massive testicles. Then selecting her spot along the center seam Anne smeared the lotion along her freckled breasts and began stroking them into his sack. Maria followed suit as this was how a Lilliputian girl was supposed to apply lotion to their Master. As the other girls started joining in they were praised, “Oh that’s good.”

      The Master was enjoying them climbing about his testicles. Soon his penis was fully erect, angled by the nearby belly. Soon none had any of the lotion left that changed the sensitive skin from irritated red to calmed pink but the Master didn’t say they could stop. He just continued making happy human sounds.

      When he did speak he described, “I feel like some sort of mythical god being worshiped by some nubile young priestess.” He hummed a few more times the commanded, “Maria, Clhoma can you climb up on my cock?”

      Maria looked at Chloma who nodded. It was asked like a question but any request from their Master was an order, they had to or face punishment. They both reached up and started to pull themselves on top of his testicles. The urge to grab a hand full of loose skin was strong but Maria worried that would pinch the Master and make him angry. He thanked them for their effort with the praise, “Man that feels good.”

      They both got on top of the unstable scrotum. Maria looked to Chloma, hoping the darker skinned beauty would take the initiative. Instead the strangely accented Lilliputian reminded Maria in a nervous whisper, “He called to you first.”

      Maria nodded, as first called he likely wanted her up higher on his shaft. It would have been quicker to crawl into position, but their Master’s pleasure and not expediency was their life. She slinked along the base of his erection, hugging her body as tight to him as she could. Then as she had often practiced she slithered her body along his shaft. He liked the sensations as his penis twitched with arousal. Once she was far enough on she spread her legs against the girth and rolled her hips as she inched her way towards the tip. Affectionately nuzzling her face to his sensitive skin as she traveled.

      She reached the tip and knew her duty. She gave the top of her Master’s penis an affectionate stroke before lowering her mouth towards the slope. And despite her reluctance she gave it a long well practiced lick. The giant sighed, “Oh good girl.” This praise helped Maria ignore her discomfort. Her hips pumped his upper shaft with her legs while her rolling body grind her breasts into him. With long trained pattern to mimic passion she massaged his tip with her hands while giving it long firm licks.

      Maria felt the shaft tilt when Chloma climbed on. She could feel the difference in the vibration when her selected partner went from wiggling into position to servicing the Master’s manhood. He didn’t speak to them but his gasping happy sounds were clear praise of all their actions. This encouraged Maria more as a satisfied Master was a kind Master.

      Maria jumped as colossal fingers stroked her hair, Those digits admired her bottom as the Master praised, “Oh Maria you feel great there.”

      His hand left to admire Chloma’s body. Maria didn’t look to see how the giant touched the darker skinned Lilliputian, she had her assignment. She did figure Chloma felt a little relief as the Master growled, “Chloma you can really grind on a cock!”

      His hand wandered about the others. He had a praise for them all, “Oh Anne you really can suck some balls.” “Ella, keep working those titties.” “I love those long legs Bora, love them.” “Ahh Katie Marie, my kinky extra little Lilliputian.” Soon his other hand wanted to touch them as well. Stroking along legs and massaging bottoms. Maria even had her torso lifted so his thumb could admire her breasts for a minute or two. The words again stopped but his happy sounds continued.

      A testament to how well they were trained his hand shifted Maria and Chloma to along the sides of his shaft. They had built his pleasure to a desired level and he wanted that surpassed. He started pumping Maria and her assigned partner along his erection. Maria could see despite the disorientating motion that his other hand had scooped up the others and pressed them into his heavy testicles.

      Soon a single yelp was heard and Maria saw poor Bora being dangled by her shoulders over her head. Maria watched as the human hand pressed an upside down Bora against the wobbling tip. Then Maria felt the first burst rumble up his shaft. The Master gasped loud and happily while Bora’s legs waved about in desperate wild motions. Maria knew each pulse brought more bitter and salty goo into poor Bora’s lovely face.

      The Master laid there for a minute. When his breath returned he praised, “Oh you Lilliputian girls are the best.” This made Maria feel good. Sure she felt bad for Bora hanging upside down drenched in human semen. But if he considered them the best he would not want to return them. Despite their fear making them perform what would have been failing obedience the Master still enjoyed them and that was all that mattered.

      The Master leaned over towards the cage. As his arm moved Maria got a brief look at Bora, she was white from her belly down to her long black hair. He did his usual kindness of placing her near the showers. Then he reached back and Maria watched as Ella was lifted over them. She was wrapped sideways over his penis and used to wipe the remaining semen off his tip. Then the blonde was placed near the showers.

      The hand holding her and Chloma in place lifted them from his wilting shaft and they were placed in the cage followed quickly by Anne and Katie Marie. Then the access was closed again.

      As they gathered themselves Maria watched the Master stand and grab his towel. As he walked towards the bathroom he stopped before a tall mirror. He shifted and was clearly admiring his groin. His hand tilted and shifted his testicles then he praised to himself, “Those girls did an amazing job. I think they should get a treat.” Then he walked out of sight.

      Free of human presence Anne suggested, “Shaving the Master’s testicles was a lot of hard work, I think we could skip working out today.” Maria nodded in approval of that incredible girl’s suggestion.

      Ella used her words to second, “Yes, I am a touch tired to exercise now.”

      Maria walked towards the shower. The Master had been freshly cleaned yet she still felt like she could smell him on her skin. Then a hand grabbed hers and pulled her towards a booth. A hand grabbed behind her head to press pillowy delicious lips to hers. Freckle brightened perfect curves pressed to her body. Maria admired that still wet thick red hair as her new special friend used her other hand to adjust the water.

      Anne turned and fell into the shower’s spray dragging an excited Maria with her. Anne stretched up to shut the curtain behind them as Maria took advantage and used both hands to admire Anne’s round firm bottom. Those perfect lips slipped away and Maria’s mouth tried to catch them. Only for them to escape by grabbing one of Maria’s nipples and suckling passionately. Since they lost their prey Maria’s lips latched onto Anne’s white sensual neck.

      Anne’s enjoyment made her straddle Maria like she was the Master’s penis. Maria used this to her advantage and with some effort lifted Anne off her feet. As their lips wrestled to deliver affectionate kisses upon the other set Anne’s shapely legs hugged Maria’s body tightly. Maria loved that the best way to keep the redhead lifted was to grab and squeeze that desired bottom. Wanting to hear more of those accented excited sounds Maria hefted Anne higher and tasted one of those alluring nipples.

      Then Maria heard the most confusing thing from this Lilliputian beauty, “Oh Maria you’re the prettiest Lilliputian girl ever!”

      How could Anne, someone so otherworldly gorgeous think she was that pretty. Maria had to correct her special new friend, “No, you are gorgeous beyond belief, you’re the prettiest Lilliputian girl ever. I’m bland with my dirty like tan skin and by dreary black hair,”

      Anne pushed back and argued, “You’re much prettier than I. Your skin is beautiful, smooth and incredibly colored. Mine is bleached and disfigured with freckles. Your hair is shimmering long and alluring. Mine is this thick puffy mess of gaudy color.”

      Maria countered, “No your skin is smooth and perfectly decorated with wonderful happy freckles. Your hair is soft and warm with the most exciting sexy color.”

      Anne whimpered, “But you’re so stunning to me.”

      Maria sighed, “And you look perfect to me.”

      Dispute ended as their mouths wrapped against the others. Maria loved feeling Anne’s hands combing through her hair while her hands wouldn’t leave Anne’s pumping bottom. Their breasts rolled and played against each other making Maria’s nipples sing happy feelings into her mind.

      Maria had spent the last few years learning to look passionate with another Lilliputian girl for human viewing pleasure; she hoped those skills would translate to pleasure for Anne. Anne’s legs unhooked from Maria’s hips. Maria felt one of Anne’s soft hands slipping down towards her crotch. Not wanting to be undone she shot her hand between Anne’s supple thighs. As her finger tips slipped into Anne’s girlhood Maria gasped as that perfect beauty found her happy button. Soon they both were having trouble passionately kissing as the pleasure being tickled into each other was making them both happy pant and gasp.

      Maria felt like she won the best prize she could when Anne’s body arched against hers. She had worked in Anne’s girlhood and now the redhead was climaxing from Maria’s happy efforts. They stood just holding each other for a minute. Anne’s hand tried to get back to its stimulation of Maria’s special spot but Maria shifted it away. Anne whimpered, “I didn’t give you one yet.”

      Maria kissed her deeply and reminded her special friend, “You gave me one on the first day.”

      Anne gave a tempting offer, “You sure, if you lean back I could use my mouth down there.”

      Maria kissed Anne again and suggested, “Yes. Maybe we could kiss each other’s girl spots later.”

      Maria’s heart thudded hard as Anne got her exciting naughty smile. Anne’s purred words, “I think we will,” made Maria regret not taking Anne up on her oral offer.

      Maria was consoled by being allowed to wash Anne’s perfectly shaped body. Better yet, the most special Lilliputian girl was washing Maria’s unworthy form. Maria wondered if the reason they were not allowed to regularly bathe the bodies of the other students at school was to keep them from getting too attached to each other. Maria knew if she had found someone as special as Anne back at school that Graduation Day would have been even more difficult.

      They exited the showers about the same time as the others. At first Maria was for some reason embarrassed. Then seeing the pinkened cheeks on the other girls that eased. Special friendships were all about.

      They went to their rooms to dress. Maria found a cute blue outfit. A little exposing top whose straps seemed designed to topple from her shoulders. Not that they were needed as the banding held the cups tight to her breasts. The pants were strange, a swimming suit bottom with sheer material to her ankles where they had a strip of elastic to hold them in place. She thought the little shoes were adorable while she didn’t see much use for the gold color tiara. After adjusting it she did find it held her hair back so she would wear it.

      Anne greeted her in a little green frilly dress. Some sort of leaf decorated the tops of her thigh tall socks. The redhead advised, “Mine had a hat too, not as cute as yours.”

      Maria pointed out, “It holds my hair out of my face.”

      They found the others in what was clearly the best common room, the window room. The sky was gray outside but the birds still fluttered about. The trees didn’t seem to mind the darker sky as they looked to be dancing and waving their branches. Ella asked, “Would you all want to play some games? There are a couple here we didn’t have back at my school.”

      No one answered as the Master had entered his bedroom. He had a small plate with the most amazing food stuff on the planet, a square boulder of cake. He stopped before them and advised, “Alright girls get your dirty clothes, I’ll wash them up. Sadly I won’t have the money to buy you all more clothes till my first paycheck from my new position. And yes the first outfit you’ll get is more pajama choices.”

      Maria, mesmerized by the cake, forgot herself and replied, “But I have three sets of pajamas.”

      She wanted to melt into a puddle and slip down a shower drain as he asked, “You do? Everyone told me they agreed on two each.”

      Maria felt her throat go tight but she had to tell him, “Yes. The Tan Man bought me the blue shorts one, the fuzzy breast one, and the bunny one.”

      The Master looked confused. “The bunny one?” He mumbled before requesting, “Is it a leotard with fishnets and a bow tie?”

      Maria confirmed, “Yes Master.”

      He chuckled then explained, “That’s not pajamas Maria. That’s a sexy bunny outfit.”

      “Oh, sorry Master,” Maria said feeling stupid.

      He noted, “No problem Maria. Now everyone get your dirty clothes for me. Once that’s done you’ll get this piece of cake for doing such a good job shaving my balls this morning.”

      Cake brightened Maria a little. As she started off towards her room for her used clothes Katie Marie grabbed her arm and softly confessed, “I thought they were bunny pajamas too.”

      He accepted their gathered dirty clothes in a little cloth bag. Then through the attachment door he slipped the plate in. Leaving it on the mezzanine platform. He closed them and then said, “Enjoy my Lilliputian beauties.”

      They waited till he had left the room. Then they creeped up to the plate like they might frighten the cake block away if they moved too quickly. With it surrounded they attacked. Pulling large chunks out with their bare hands. Sweet delight filled their mouths as crumbs and icing crumbled down their bodies. Good job was rewarded, Maria was believing the Tan Man more and more, her Master was nice. Scary, but nice.

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      East Yard
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      How about a cookie?
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      Question Tiny Ladies.
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      @i-am-insane said:

      there’s definitely a type of GTS guys seem to like

      I’d cavil at this, too, but this isn’t the venue for a discussion about F/m.

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      Olo, Who made this?
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      @Olo Yeah I noticed that. I haven’t read anywhere if he claims them as his works but I also wasn’t looking too hard. But mystery of where I found that image is solved. Cheers! :handheld:

      HH1

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      Muppets: I Feel The Earth Move
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      @hentaihunter1 Very formative experience for young Olo!

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      Tourist: Home Life
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      New chapter,

      https://shrunken-women-board.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=26&t=2806&p=25478#p25478

      Should I stop listing these here?
      HH1

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      A found comic.
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      @mrgoblinging7 Those series of stories all involve giant people eating smaller people. So I was confident those ones would work here. 😄 I just wish there was a touch less just eating and a touch more savoring. But, I am more a mouth play fan then a vore fan.

      As for their other works, I don’t know if I ever seen them. They do seem like a very skilled artist from what little I know I have seen. Will keep an eye out.

      HH1

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      Fairies in the Tavern
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      @olo Well, I believe that about myself. So then my biggest critic and detractor does. 🤷

      HH1

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      System 03785
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      @tiny-ivy Well thank you. I am glad I entertained you. I’m not sure if I’ll continue this one. But I really apricate comments. I find they help encourage me to write.

      I just had the idea of humans as a happy drug for giant aliens and that’s what came out. Also, the Vore conversation that had been happening must have gotten how could safe vore work stuck in my mind.

      Though I had kicked around writing the same story from one of the girl’s perspective. Or more of Murre and Grilyn’s surveying. Or even a secret meeting at Spire Corporation about the find and a way to make harvesting legal.

      But, I also have other ongoing stories I haven’t worked on in a bit and a dozen other ideas bouncing in my noggin. Really I just seem to be rambling because I am excited for some attention.

      Hope I didn’t babble to much of a reply,

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      Careful with your devices
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      Edited to make it easier to read. Thanks Thumbloverver2 for letting me know how to fix that.

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      Quick curious question.
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      @Olo Or the dart game 😳 you have to pop the balloon next to the girl you want, and it could end preeeetty badly lol

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      Huh, a game trailer.
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      There’d better be vore.

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      Little Nibbles Café
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      Hope no one mind that I added to this story this week. Just had an urge to. That is the great thing about having so many stories rolling about in my head. When I’m uncertain what to do in other stories, sometimes clears up what I’m doing in other stories. As the title shows I’m not sure if this will be the fourth chapter or not, as I am jumping about a bit with this one to keep it light. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

      Also, don’t forget, if you can and would like to. You can support me at my Buy Me A Coffee page, Link below. Green Status and higher have access to a Members only story there. Thank you.

      CH ?04:Will’s Self Challenge
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      I take a deep breath. If I’m going to work for this place I need to be able to do this. I will need to have lunch at Little Nibbles Café. And I’ll have to eat everything on my plate. Or more my issue, everyone on that plate.

      Little Nibbles Cafes have a unique menu. Every dish has one or more tiny people incorporated into them. Wrapped in noodles, draped across meat, clad in pastries these little people were part of the meal. One the guest could devour, and for many of them that was the attraction to these private restaurants. Or if they were inclined a guest could ask for a doggie cage and they could keep the tiny person as a pet. I have that urge. The want to keep them. Since I’ve only been served pretty young women. But I have to accept that these little people are mainly intended as food.

      I am being a touch deceptive to myself. These tiny people are actually marvelous little clones. They have all the memories, hopes, and dreams of the person that they are a copy of. Including the want to not be eaten by some giant person. Though their bones are closer to hard cartilage than bones when they are served, they don’t know that and move and squirm just like they would if they were the real person they resemble. To make this more appealing Little Nibbles Cafes make their little bodies more to the guest’s physically ideal. In my case, more physically fit, like little fashion models. Making it even harder for me to eat them. As I rather touch them then digest them.

      My friend Jim is a board member in this secret chain of restaurants and he wants me working as an Internal Accountant. I can’t do that with a clear conscience if I’m not willing to partake in the main purpose of the restaurant. Sure if I can get through this I will likely still doggie cage most of my morsels over eating them alive. But it will mean I accept the culinary death I’ll be helping to run smoothly.

      I step into the plain gray door and look at the ornately carved wooden doors hidden from public view. I’m a member, thanks to Jim. Platinum member even as a friend of a board member. My nerves are just jumping. Like I’m about to have a lion jump at me. Yet I know I’m not in any danger. I just have to slip my membership card into the card slot and the door will click to allow me access. My arm reaches my hand out and the card slides in. An audible click and I open the door.

      Jennifer, shit I forgot to call her. Why didn’t I call her, she’s gorgeous. “Hello Mr. Jackson, on your own today?” she says to me in a cheery tone.

      “Yes,” I answered. Unnecessary I clarified, “I need to see if I can handle actually eating the little people that are part of my meal.”

      She smiles as she corrects me, “Accents, they are accents of your meal.”

      “Sorry, right Accents.” I accept my mistake.

      She grabs a menu and advises, “Follow me. I’ll find you a private spot to test your plate. Still not comfortable with the idea of eating Accents?”

      “No, I can’t quite get past the idea that they are little people. Might be my fault for taking so many home the other night.” I suggest.

      She looks over her shoulder at me as she notes, “This might not help, but for some guests that idea is all the appeal.”

      “Yeah, it was a rush when I first did it. But now that I have been thinking about it, I can’t shake the idea that when I ate those women. I ended their lives.” I explained.

      “They have no lives but to be eaten or otherwise enjoyed. If you didn’t order your meal they wouldn’t be brought to life in the first place.” She says and that actually helps some.

      “So, they only live to be eaten.” I reply as she points me into a small booth.

      “Exactly, like chickens.” She says happily.

      I had to explain why I hadn’t called her before she went back to her podium to lead the next guests to their table, “Look, I’m sorry I haven’t called. I just got out of a long term relationship. And I’m just a little out of practice with the whole dating thing.”

      “I understand.” she replies before suggesting, “So to make it easy on you how about this. My friend is having an exhibit of their art on Thursday at a little independent gallery. I’ll be going to Galbraith’s for a light supper at about five thirty. If you happen to be at Galbraith’s about that time we could eat and go look at their paintings together. If your not ready yet, I understand.”

      How was I this lucky? She was gorgeous. Maybe I’m so hesitant because she’s nearly half my age. But, she’s made the first move. It’s not like I’m a creepy old guy hitting on a girl barely old enough to vote. She gave me her number of her own accord. “I might need to look at some art come Thursday.” I tell her and she smiles warmly.

      “A touch of advice for this experiment.” she replies pointing at the table and twirling her finger. “Order one of the sandwich combos and a drink. That’s only three Accents. Also, ask the waitress to select off your list. So they will not be familiar to you. Yet with your data they will still be able to get you Accents that are appealing to you. So it should be a little easier for you to handle. Worse comes to worse, you have three new pets to enjoy at home.”

      “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” I replied. I didn’t know that was an option.

      “Hope to see you Thursday.” Jennifer said before turning to walk back to her station. The view was certainly making dinner at Galbraith’s on Thursday sound like a better and better idea.

      I sat and opened my menu. It didn’t help that the pictures of the meals showed them Accented. Half little men and half little women, likely to appeal to whichever preference the guest has. I skip the appetizers and I’m disturbed by the Tots Toss Salad. Then snicker at the Chick/Hunk Noodle soup. Yep, each meal was male-female labels with a helpful little note at the bottom of the menu that clarified that the mixing of Accents was an option. Well, at least they were inclusive in their cannibal cuisine.

      A pretty young brunette came to my table and began filling my water glass. As she did she said, “Hello Mr. Jackson. I’m Tammy, your server. Are you ready to order or would you like a few more moments?”

      I had to remember I was a platinum guest. That’s how she knew my last name and had to call me by it. Jim wanted me to have all the perks. “Not yet thank you Tammy. Could I have a shot of rum un-Accented? I’m still getting used to the concept of this Café.”

      “Certainly Mr. Jackson.” She said with a little bow and went to the bar.

      Some of the options I could understand how they worked. Added Accents on salads or bacon wrapped and draped over a steak. But the Breaded Chicks as a Burger or the Deep Fried Babe in Ice Cream just defied my imagination. How could they cook those with the little clone inside and not kill them?

      I made it to the Lunch Fare part of the menu. Chick Club sandwich, Hottie and Cheese, Cucumber Cutie, Cold Cuts Cuties, each had two accents on a sandwich that was divided in two and made sense to me. But The Grilled Chick or the Meat Doll sandwich were both confusing. Both would require the Accent to be cooked as part of the sandwich wouldn’t they? Like the Bimbo melt literally has cheese melted over the Accent’s bodies restraining them to the bread.

      I decide to just go simple and question how they are made later. A simple BLT and French fries. Yep, a Babes Lettuce and tomato. As described, two attractive Accents restrained in three strips of Bacon each laid a top garden fresh tomato and lettuce on freshly toasted artisan bread. Yeah, that should be manageable for me.

      Tammy arrives and places the shoot before me. And before she can finish asking, “Would you like more time Mr. Jackson?” I have downed it to claim my agitated nerves.

      “Yes, I’ll have a BLT with Accents not on my personal list and a cola to drink.” I state a little quickly.

      She takes it in pride and smiles in amusement. Then clarifies, “Off list Accent for the cola as well?”

      “Yes please.” I answer, trying to slow down. Then, I have a craving, “That couldn’t be a cherry cola could it?”

      I’m surprised when she answers, “We can do that Mr. Jackson.”

      “Thank you Tammy.” I say.

      She asks, “Anything else Mr. Jackson?”

      “No, I think just the sandwich and fries will be good.” I answer.

      “Right away.” she says with a little bow and is away again.

      She comes back shortly with the sandwich, fries, and my drink on a serving tray. The Sandwich has the top slice of bread leaning on the bottom of the sandwich. This is clearly so I can see the two attractive and shapely blondes laying in an unconscious state upon my sandwich. Bacon wrapped about their calves and thighs then another strip about her torso restraining their arms. Tammy taps my plate with that strange wand thing they use and the two beauties awaken. It takes them less than a second to assess their situation of being draped as filler of a sandwich half surrounded by French Fries with a giant looming above them. They begin rambling, in German I think. Oddly I think that’ll help me with this personal challenge. If I understood them they might have more of a chance.

      Tammy then sets my Cherry Cola upon the table. Tall glass of dark liquid with a little ice floating at the top. On a very little plate is a straw with a red haired sexy shaped Accent restrained to it. On her head as a hat is one of those bar cherries sliced to stay fit over her head at an angle. Tammy taps that plate and this one is just as quick. Struggling hard against her restraints she too seems to be babbling in German. “Everything look good Mr. Jackson?” Tammy asks like this was a normal everyday thing.

      “Yes.” I told her. Because I guess here, this is a normal everyday thing.

      “Oh Good.” She replies. Then notes, “If anything is wrong just wave at me and I’ll be right over. Enjoy your meal.”

      And she leaves me with three miniature terrified women among my food. I don’t know how to start. I look out into the dinning room and my gaze is greeted with a cascade of carnivore death. Tiny men being sucked back by a woman off oyster shells. A man slicing the leg off of a woman speared to his steak by his fork. Another man chomping down a burger as little hands stretch and grab at the air from under the bun. A woman dipping a breaded covered woman into some sauce face first, her plate says she likes to mix her accents.

      I turn back. I remember Jennifer’s words, “They only are alive because you ordered the meal.” And, “Alive to be eaten.” I take a deep breath and center myself.

      I look down. Both blondes are extremely attractive. I find myself thinking of Doggie Cage for home fun almost immediately. I wish Jim was here, his presence makes this easier. I slip the half a bread slice over one side of my sandwich. The now trapped woman screams and screams, likely wondering in her panic how she ended up on giant’s sandwich. Likely begging for me to show her mercy, to get her back home. Not knowing she wasn’t who she thought she was. I lift the top of the sandwich towards my open mouth, head first should end her torture sooner.

      My teeth crush through bread, lettuce, tomato, and take her screaming head clean off. I chew, the bacon flavor is delicious. That had to be her as the little of the slice I got with that bite would account for all that flavor. Her sandwich partner screams in terror and I understand why this is a enjoyable experience for the other guests. There is a rush in knowing you can eat a tiny person alive and they can’t stop you. I feel it as I take another bite. But I also feel a touch guilty, I could have saved her.

      But, to what end? How many tiny women do I want at home to look after? Sure Jim bought me a huge cage so I could keep many more then I already have. But that would also mean looking after getting them food and other perversions. I tear another part of the sandwich off with my teeth, I’m already halfway through the first Accent’s body. I slide the bread over the other side of the sandwich to muffle that one’s screams a little.

      I grab the straw and that one whimpers in a language I don’t know. I slip her into the cherry cola and she’s neck deep. I lift the glass and lower the level a little. The shapely redhead is shivering before I place the glass down. I take another chomp and grab a fry to munch on. This, this wasn’t bad. The sandwich was delicious all things considered. Fries cooked to a perfect crispy outer edge. And the cherry cola was not too sweet. They did know how to make good food here.

      I toss the last of the first half sandwich into my mouth and take another sip of cola. Tammy arrived as I’m chewing. How they always do this to me I never know. “How is everything Mr. Jackson?”

      I swallow and take another sip. “Good thank you.” I managed to get out.

      “Not so bad once you start? The eating of an Accent I mean?” She inquires.

      “No, rather tasty actually. Are they, well, do they flavor the Accents?” I ask.

      “Depending on the meal, yes. Yours would have a smoked flavoring added to their mix to give them a richer bacon taste. If your planning on keeping the other one you’ll find that flavoring will fade over a week or so.” She explained politely.

      “Interesting. Kind of a rush, eating a living little person.” I admit.

      Tammy smirks and advises, “You want a real rush, eat the next one feet first.”

      “I’ll try.” I say trying to convince myself.

      “I’ll be back soon Mr. Jackson to see if you need a refill or want something after your lunch.” Tammy informs me.

      “Thanks Tammy.” I acknowledge as I lift the second half of the sandwich.

      I look at my sandwich. The tiny woman inside is looking out helplessly, clearly begging in her language. I decide to take Tammy’s advice and turn the sandwich around. I bring the side between my teeth. My mouth tears those in incisors through the bread and veggies. I can feel the tiny woman squirming for her life trapped between the slices. To no avail as my next bite severs her legs just below her knees. She screams in agony and I feel a strange delight I know I’ll question later. I destroyed her lower legs in my mouth and swallowed them down.

      I take another sip before I go for her thighs. Meaty and firm are the last of her lower limbs. Now I have a new question as I chew, why isn’t she gushing blood all over my plate? Her screaming is gone and now just helpless whimpers escape my sandwich. I rend into the sandwich and take off her fine little ass. Her bacon flavor is delectable. Mixing with the fresh tomato wonderfully. All her sounds end with the next bite. Likely I took her heart and lungs with my eager chomp. She’s still delicious. I ate the last of the sandwich noting Tammy was right, that was a cruel power rush.

      I nibble my fries as I reveal more of my drink’s Accent’s fabulous body with each little sip. This was easy once I began, I don’t know what I had myself all worked up about. Tammy happily comes back, “Well Mr. Jackson, did you enjoy your meal?”

      “Yes thank you.” I answer.

      “Dessert?” She suggests.

      “Not today.” I decide.

      She leans in close and suggests, “If you eat your drink Accent, you should swallow her whole. You’ll feel her struggle all the way to your stomach.”

      “I did that last time. It was a touch hard on my throat.” I point out.

      “Once you get used to doing it, you’ll enjoy swallowing at least one Accent whole per visit.” She tempts me to try.

      I pull the straw out of the cola. I look at the restraints about the Accent’s wrists and it’s just a twisted strip of paper. Ankles too, she is so helpless she couldn’t tear cola soaked straw paper. I, however, do it easily. She yelps in pain as I forcefully free her.

      She is pleading away in the foreign language as I raise her head first to my open mouth. Tammy is there watching eagerly, likely wanting to be encouraging. The Redhead Accent’s skin is cold on my tongue from soaking in the ice chilled cola for so long. She slips smoothly over my tongue, I can hear her screaming in terror from within my mouth.

      I feel her head and shoulders touch the back of my throat and tilt my head back to straighten the path. As I swallow hard I suck her shapely legs between my lips. Her little torso slips down my esophagus. I enjoy those long legs dancing their last dance along my lips. Kicking frantically along my tongue. And tickling my Uvula with her toes as they are pulled down into the darkness inside my torso. As empowering as that was, still rough on my throat.

      Tammy is right however. I feel that shapely body struggling against the downward pull of my esophagus. Wiggling and kicking every compact inch. Then the pressure of her mass escapes my chest into my stomach. I think I feel her flopping about among the pieces of the devoured sandwich and chewed fries. Likely splashing in the now belly heated soda she was just recently soaking in cold.

      “See, feel like some powerful other worldly being don’t you.” Tammy asks self assuredly.

      I clear my throat and take a sip of cola before I point out, “Still hard on my throat.”

      “It’ll get easier, I promise.” She assures me.

      “I’ll try to remember that. Not to rush you, but could I have my bill?” I ask while grabbing a fry to munch.

      “Oh, Ms. Lewis picked that up for you.” Tammy informs me.

      Now I have a new question, “Ms. Lewis?”

      “Yes. You know, from the board of owners.” Tammy states like the whole board was known to everyone once they entered the Café. Then seeing my confusion she realizes aloud, “Oh you never meet Ms. Lewis?”

      “No, I have no idea who she is. Is she still here?” I should at least thank her. Meals, even the cheaper ones, were pricey here.

      “No, she left shortly after you ordered. She just asked that your meal be placed on her tab. I thought maybe you were friends.” Tammy explained. Then cheekily asked, “Would you like dessert now?”

      “No, I shouldn’t push her hospitality.” I say, but I have a feeling from my first visit there are power dynamics challenges among the board and don’t want to put Jim in anyone’s debt.

      “OK, well take your time with your fries and if you change your mind let me know.” Tammy offers.

      “I will.” I say. Now I have to worry when I come here to eat that I could be used against Jim in some way. I’ll need him to explain who this Ms. Lewis is and what and who I should avoid. He said I would be a help for him if I take the job he offered me. Well, then I should take it to help my friend.

      I finish and start back to my current job. I call Jim, “Hello buddy.” he answers happily.

      “Hey, about that job you offered. Would me being there really help you out?” I go straight to the point.

      “Indubitably.” he replied.

      “OK, to help you out I’ll take it.” I informed him.

      “Yeah, just to help me out. Like the more pay and better health benefits weren’t an incentive.” He teases back.

      “I had lunch at the Café today.” I told him.

      “Oh, was everything good? Added to your collection?” He asks cheerfully.

      “Yeah, all good. Actually I ate all the Accents this time.” I start.

      “Oh cool, good for you.” He says clearly wanting to encourage me out of my comfort zone.

      “Yeah, one thing though. A Ms. Lewis paid for my meal.” I informed him.

      His tone is attempting to stay cheery but I can hear him questioning her motives, “Carol, really.”

      “Yeah, is that OK? Is that something I should avoid?” I let him know I was aware of the possible power struggle.

      “No, that’s” he started, but paused enough before saying, “Fine.” To make me worry.

      “Well if there are any problems let me know.” I told him.

      “Will do.” He lied, he’s worried about something.

      “Got to go, guess I have to get back to work and give my notice.” I said to him.

      He suggests, “Hey we should get together and celebrate you joining the chain.”

      “Sure, I’ll call you. Talk to you later.” I say.

      “Yep, talk to you soon.” He replied. Before I hang up. I guess I’m stepping into the secret tiny human serving Café business. Not something I had ever considered till recently. Hope I don’t end up on the menu.

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