Jossie strode into the house, with one arm around Ryan and the other round Julia, all but sweeping them along with her as they hurried to match her pace. The tiles of the hallway felt cool under her bare feet, but the warmth of her still full-sized prey seeped pleasantly into her as she held them close. Her white dress rustled into an enjoyably sensuous caress against her legs as she walked.




“Hey, Lindsay!” she calle

“Hi, girls!”




Lykke and Teagan had moved away from the buffet table after having attracted that unwanted attention, and had returned to sitting on the patio’s edge – side by side, their thighs touching each other’s through the fabric of their dress, and with a plate of dinner each on their lap. Their plate loaded with savoury little tarts and pasties, potato wedges, a few more oysters and shrinkies,

Josephine Courtemanche slowed her step, and raised her left hand palm-downward over her sky-blue eyes, against the glare of the sun. She was wearing her stylish pink-tinged dark sunglasses, but the afternoon sun was right in her eyes. It shone down brightly from a cloudless blue sky.




She was not in Los Angeles proper, here, and she had got the taxi to drop her off at the far end of Sunset Boulevard, where the low density, hyper-

The three of them sat round t
heir downstairs table again, Lykke and Teagan side by side on a bench with their backs to a wooden partition, and Jossie on a chair opposite them. Laid out between them in the centre of the table were twelve small shot glasses, colourful with cocktails and liqueurs. Four contained an Alabama slammer, a translucent bright orange mix of amaretto, orange juice and gin. Four held a black rose – a dark yet bright, nebula-like swirl of black vodka an

They ate up their shrinkies, washing them down with their drinks, talking and laughing and giggling with one another
, and snapping more and more pics with their phones. Jossie tapped away happily at the screen of her phone, selecting pictures to put online on social media, while she sloshed a man casually in her mouth.




She opened her mouth and snapped a pic, catching the faintly startled look of the saliva-wet m

Eddie enjoyed the shiver of excitement that passed thro
ugh him. His hand fidgeted with nervous, eager anticipation through his sandy-dark hair, and he looked around once more. The other shrunken men and only shrunken woman on the teal blue linoleum floor looked similarly excited. Despite it being winter, bright sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing over some of them in its warm gentle glow. Some were shifting their feet, others breathing in and out deeply and audibly.

Simon
felt excited. And nervous. Excitedly nervous. Nervously excited. He
was about to be eaten up. Swallowed alive. Into a hot, hungry tummy.
He
crawled, cautiously, to the edge of the plate, and looked round,
keeping his balance as the waitress walked with a steady, practiced
stride. He was a long way up off the ground, but he wasn’t worried.
He was feeling giddy with eagerness. Thrilled.
He was
on a large, white porcelain plate, with elevated smooth circular
ridges on its edge. There were e

It took confidence,
to eat people. Svetlana wasn’t sure whether she could.
But she wanted to.
She really wanted to.
And she had
travelled a long way to do just that.
She stood, at last,
in front of the restaurant, and paused, looking it over. It looked,
in a sense, disconcertingly normal. Only the name, above the door,
told her this was the place. Like many restaurants, it had large
window bays offering a glimpse inside, albeit partly concealed by
tall indoor plants. She looked in, curious and

The rain barely
bothered her. It was a light drizzle, cold for the season, but
nothing could dampen her spirits today. The clouds above looked thick
and grey, yet the sun still shone through unhindered, bright and
pleasant. It's rainbow weather,
Sanna thought, as she walked down the street, tempering the eagerness
in her stride. There was no rainbow in sight, though. 
She stepped through
the open door into the Forbidden Dish, and found redhead employee
Rachel at her lectern post with a read

Several
heads turned as she entered the Forbidden Dish, and she was quite
aware of it. She was fairly tall for a woman, and young, in her early
twenties. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail, leaving her
forehead clear, along with the rest of her smooth, prettily oval
face. She wore a relatively modest pink top, light and stylish to
suit the summer weather, which left her arms mostly bare. Her skirt
was black and short, decidedly less modest. The sandals on her feet
were pink with black st

The
Forbidden Dish drew all manner of people, although of course they
tended to have similar, compatible fantasies. Standing fairly near
the entrance, with a blue glow-in-the-dark bracelet round her left
wrist (it was beginning to get dark outside, but the restaurant was
well-lit), Sandra could see a variety of ages and genders and
attitudes, among the customers sitting or standing or walking, at the
tables or at the bar. She could hear several languages, too, here in
this cultural hub known as

“Excuse me?” the
young woman called politely.
It was fairly early
evening in the Forbidden Dish, and there were relatively few
customers. Not all of the staff were on shift yet either, but the
diner at one of the few occupied tables had little difficulty in
calling over a member of personnel.
This particular
diner was fairly short, cute, her slightly curly hair a shade between
red and brown. She had informed her meal that her name was Emmy. Her
first experience at the Forbidden Dish had been

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From
the outside, it didn’t look like much out of the ordinary. Somehow,
he had expected it to stand out; he had expected to be struck, drawn
in irreversibly by the sheer magnetism of this bizarre place, as soon
as he approached. Instead, it was almost like entering a normal
restaurant, apart from the explanatory signs up just by the door.
Once he passed the doorway and stepped inside, however, the true
nature of the Forbidden Dish eatery impressed itself upon him in a
much-anticipate