Want to add some authenticity to your next pub-style fish & chips? Have a shrunken, naked Irish girl on the side! So let's throw out a little story to set the scene...

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Like hundreds of girls before her, Casey hadn't read through the hiring contract before signing and taking the job as a pub waitress. Her new boss seemed pretty eager to have her start after all.

When her fifth table - which would be her last one - asked for "the special" with a glint in their eye, Casey didn't know yet that she, as a server, was indeed a menu option, and a shrinking machine in the kitchen would easily make her accompany any meal. "The special" that the pub was famous for happened to be your server alongside the daily entree - fish & chips in this case, being Friday.

Before Casey could get a solid answer, four members of the kitchen staff emerged from the back, each grabbing one of her limbs. She was triumphantly hoisted in the air, shouting in confusion, and carried to the prep counter. After a quick, merciless stripping and hosing down, she's shoved into a glass booth that fills with green smoke - and a minute later is plucked out by soft tongs - only a couple inches tall!

She's placed on a lettuce leaf beside the warm fries and beer-battered halibut, while a towering former coworker bellows "stay still, side dish!" Which leads us to this moment of shock and terror, only five minutes into even finding out this could happen to her, she's staring at the guest about to eat her for supper!

No time is wasted - a little pepper sprinkled on her back and butt cheeks, a squeeze of lemon, and soon a spoon was gently tapping her backside. Casey, choking back tears, slowly lifted her legs, allowing the spoon to pass under her. A second later she was grabbing the hard steel edge of it, being lifted in the air toward a gapping maw splitting open to take her in!

Moist air and heat engulfed her as she entered the cavernous mouth, and it became pitch dark just as the spoon shot out from under her and passed by the lips that now sealed her in. Unable to see, and only hearing the squish of soft muscles and saliva all around, Casey was thrashed about - rubbed against teeth, pushed from one cheek to another, and a warm tongue tip exploring and tasting every inch of her tiny body - not a crevice or curve went unlicked.

Then after what seemed like a wet, grueling hour of being savoured like a simple appetizer, a powerful gulp sucked Casey down the awaiting throat, her last scream muffled as the squishy walls pressed against her face. Emerging in the large, open stomach she tries to take a breath, but is assaulted by the strong stagnant smell of the acid pool all around her.

She gasped once more as something soft hit her head - a chunk of a chip, followed by a few more - the first of many. Loud groaning could now be heard everywhere - a happy tummy receiving its meal - as Casey was slowly buried in potatoes and fish, and lastly a couple pints of stout. Before passing out, she found herself sinking into a soup of pub food and beer that was getting hotter by the second. A final loud belch closed the tiny space remaining, pushing her in to the join the melting goo.

If only she'd read about "the special" before taking the job, she wouldn't be in this spot! It was far too late now, and at least her last customer can say they had a satisfying meal!

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Hope you like it and my little ad lib story! I was just dying for more detailed food play, and Casey suits it well, even if she is terrified about it. Side note, her outfit is inspired by an actual pub in my city where the waitresses wear that (if only they were on the menu too!). I used to have a kilt skirt like that too, kinda miss it, was cute. And Casey's version of the outfit will be saved for the next naive girl to take a job there - ah, that's the vore business!

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