Edible Arrangements
Trent walked over and pulled a chair out across the table from you, his large body settling down into the seat across from you with what seemed like a large amount of force but that's just how Trent was, and how solid he was built. The man set his tray down and everything looked normal at first, a medium soda in a styrofoam cup, a plastic open container of fries, a few ketchup packets, and what looked like a cardboard burger box. He carried on with lunch casually, grabbing his soda and taking a few sips from the straw, your eyes wandering to the clear tube, watching the brown liquid rush upwards to his soft thin lips, your ears picking up the subtle noise of him sucking, listening for the quiet swallows ringing out from his throat. You're so caught up in the act you're a little caught off guard when he speaks up. "Dude, pizza? We gotta get you into the habit of a good diet, you need protein. Don't you wanna grow up big and strong like me?" He smiled proudly, setting his cup down to raise his arms up, flexing his muscles, straining the fibers on his black tee.
"You're one to talk." You retorted, pointing down at the burger box on his tray. "You went and got a burger and fries and soda." Trent dropped his arms and feigned offense. "I would NEVER. Okay I did get fries and a soda BUT I didn't get a burger. I got tinies, gotta hit my protein goals for the day ya know?" He said it so matter of factly, and casually, so much so that weren't even sure you heard him right. Before you could even ask he was already reaching back for his tray, his large hands clasping the cardboard box and opening it, revealing it's contents. Four tinies laid inside, completely naked, their hands tied behind their back and their ankles bound, laying face up. You eyed them closely, secretly starstruck and a little jealous, you could feel your face warm up. They were handsome enough, slim but not overly muscular, all four were males, decently well endowed but they weren't exactly excited at the moment. Their faces were flooded with terror, their mouths moved like they were screaming for help but not a single sound came out, a biproduct of the shrinking process. As you were staring a red goopy liquid poured out from above suddenly, covering their bodies and faces, running over them and pooling on their sides. Trent had ripped open a ketchup packet, adding a condiment to his meal, not even looking at them as he did so and instead looked at you, speaking with the same casual tone and attitude he'd held all day. "Plus they were on sale, buy two get two free. So I'm being healthy AND financially responsible." You were left to watch as his hand move in what felt like slow motion as it moved to the box, if he was speaking you were deaf to it. His fingers gently pinched one of the men's ankles and moved upwards, dragging the tiny along with them up into the air. He squirmed wildly, a glob of ketchup finally sliding off his head allowing you to see his terrified face, his mouth desperately trying to form words his shrunken form didn't allow him to have. You focused on him, and he focused back on you, desperate for you to step in and stop this madness, to save him. You didn't move though, you simply sat and watched with growing excitement and embarrassment. The world around you was silent, you watched as this person, bound and covered in ketchup, shrunken to snack size was brought up against a black fabric backdrop constraining pure muscle. Soon the fabric backdrop was replaced with flesh. The shrunken man turned his head just in time to see a pair of thin, pink moist lips. You watched as Trent's massive tongue poked out and rubbed across his lips, further moistening them, then they parted. You could see into Trent's maw but only just barely from across the table. His teeth were polished white, his tongue a pure and vibrant pink, strands of saliva fell slowly from the roof of his mouth down onto the uneven surface below. The tiny was brought close and Trent's tongue slid out to meet him, sliding up and over his face then his bare ketchup covered torso, scooping him up gently and with care. bring the dangling man from a vertical position to a horizontal one flat on the giants tongue. Trent's hand helped the process, still holding his ankles he pushed him the rest of the way into his maw with ease before letting go and go withdrawing. You could see the man, now inside your best friends maw start to panic even more, flopping around uselessly due to his restraints, trying to back out or free himself or grab anything. It was mesmerizing, grabbing you full attention, you watched spit mix with ketchup, and a man fight for his life. Without warning, Trent's jaw closed, his lips closing like curtains on your little show. Without warning, Trent's head tilted back slightly and for only a second, and a loud gulp rang out, you were focusing so hard on Trent eating it made your ears ring momentarily. Then you saw it, accompanying the gulp his adam's apple bobbed, and a small bulge appeared at the top of his neck, still moving on it's own. The bulge slid downward, you lost site of it behind his adams apple before catching it again underneath it. You tracked it the rest of the way down, biting your lip as it finally vanished behind his collar bone. You were broken from your trance by loud slurping on a soda straw, and you were able to see all of Trent's face clearly once more, casually sipping on his soda while looking at you with a half concerned glare. "You good dude?"
"You're one to talk." You retorted, pointing down at the burger box on his tray. "You went and got a burger and fries and soda." Trent dropped his arms and feigned offense. "I would NEVER. Okay I did get fries and a soda BUT I didn't get a burger. I got tinies, gotta hit my protein goals for the day ya know?" He said it so matter of factly, and casually, so much so that weren't even sure you heard him right. Before you could even ask he was already reaching back for his tray, his large hands clasping the cardboard box and opening it, revealing it's contents. Four tinies laid inside, completely naked, their hands tied behind their back and their ankles bound, laying face up. You eyed them closely, secretly starstruck and a little jealous, you could feel your face warm up. They were handsome enough, slim but not overly muscular, all four were males, decently well endowed but they weren't exactly excited at the moment. Their faces were flooded with terror, their mouths moved like they were screaming for help but not a single sound came out, a biproduct of the shrinking process. As you were staring a red goopy liquid poured out from above suddenly, covering their bodies and faces, running over them and pooling on their sides. Trent had ripped open a ketchup packet, adding a condiment to his meal, not even looking at them as he did so and instead looked at you, speaking with the same casual tone and attitude he'd held all day. "Plus they were on sale, buy two get two free. So I'm being healthy AND financially responsible." You were left to watch as his hand move in what felt like slow motion as it moved to the box, if he was speaking you were deaf to it. His fingers gently pinched one of the men's ankles and moved upwards, dragging the tiny along with them up into the air. He squirmed wildly, a glob of ketchup finally sliding off his head allowing you to see his terrified face, his mouth desperately trying to form words his shrunken form didn't allow him to have. You focused on him, and he focused back on you, desperate for you to step in and stop this madness, to save him. You didn't move though, you simply sat and watched with growing excitement and embarrassment. The world around you was silent, you watched as this person, bound and covered in ketchup, shrunken to snack size was brought up against a black fabric backdrop constraining pure muscle. Soon the fabric backdrop was replaced with flesh. The shrunken man turned his head just in time to see a pair of thin, pink moist lips. You watched as Trent's massive tongue poked out and rubbed across his lips, further moistening them, then they parted. You could see into Trent's maw but only just barely from across the table. His teeth were polished white, his tongue a pure and vibrant pink, strands of saliva fell slowly from the roof of his mouth down onto the uneven surface below. The tiny was brought close and Trent's tongue slid out to meet him, sliding up and over his face then his bare ketchup covered torso, scooping him up gently and with care. bring the dangling man from a vertical position to a horizontal one flat on the giants tongue. Trent's hand helped the process, still holding his ankles he pushed him the rest of the way into his maw with ease before letting go and go withdrawing. You could see the man, now inside your best friends maw start to panic even more, flopping around uselessly due to his restraints, trying to back out or free himself or grab anything. It was mesmerizing, grabbing you full attention, you watched spit mix with ketchup, and a man fight for his life. Without warning, Trent's jaw closed, his lips closing like curtains on your little show. Without warning, Trent's head tilted back slightly and for only a second, and a loud gulp rang out, you were focusing so hard on Trent eating it made your ears ring momentarily. Then you saw it, accompanying the gulp his adam's apple bobbed, and a small bulge appeared at the top of his neck, still moving on it's own. The bulge slid downward, you lost site of it behind his adams apple before catching it again underneath it. You tracked it the rest of the way down, biting your lip as it finally vanished behind his collar bone. You were broken from your trance by loud slurping on a soda straw, and you were able to see all of Trent's face clearly once more, casually sipping on his soda while looking at you with a half concerned glare. "You good dude?"