All the girls in the room are absolutely stunning but one manages to catch your eye. It is the brunette in the corner sporting some unholy curves. Her breasts are massive and were it not for the low-cut top she is wearing you would have been more likely to believe she was hiding a pair of medicine balls under her shirt. Beneath those jugs sits a plump little stomach poking out of the bottom of her shirt.
"You," you say, pointing at the brunette. "I want to speak with you."
Alice giggles and performs an overly excited little jig. Her monstrous melons bounce and jiggle like bowls of gelatin; clearly, those things are one hundred percent natural. In fact, it shocks you that they don't pop out.
"So, sweety, my name is Alice. I'm a regular here, if you couldn't tell," she jokes, patting her flabby tummy. "If you pick me you'll be just another meal for my hungry tummy. Sounds good, right?"
You don't answer, but deep down it actually does. Knowing that you're just one of who knows how many men that have wound up as empty calories really turns you on.
"Yeah," she continues,"you'll wind up as an unremarkable bit of fat. Probably on my tits, too. That's where most of you tinies seem to go. So, whadda ya say? Ready to become breast fat?"
Her hand reaches beneath her shirt and begins to massage her left nipple as she awaits your reply. Without even thinking you immediately respond.
"Of course! Please!" you say pathetically. "I want you!"
"It's settled, then. You'll be Alice's order. Come with me, kid," Sharon commands, pulling you away. You're dragged to an odd looking booth and shoved in, slamming your head against the bannister.
"Ouch, that really hurt!" You moan. Sharon ignores you cry as she activates the machine. A blue light envelopes the booth as you feel yourself instantly shrink down. By the end of it you're a nude, two inch tall man. She scoops you out into a special glass container. You're brought back to Alice's table and set in the center and a flurry of dishes surround you.
"Alright little man, It's time to eat. Now then, what do you want to be, little man? The appetizer, the main course, or dessert?
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