Part one:

Appetizers
A week ago, I'd discovered a techniques to vastly increase the flavor of “minis”, the tiny human looking creatures that had appeared out of nowhere five years ago, and it lead me to my dream job.
About the same time the minis appeared, most of the domestic food stock disappeared around the world, leading to a near global famine and several food wars. Before scientists discovered that the minis were only slightly less intelligent than full-sized humans, people decided to eat them. An entire industry quickly sprung up around the breeding, raising, processing and selling of minis as a new food source for the masses... Even though the minis looked exactly like humans, other than their sizes (adult sizes from 6 to 10 inches tall). They also spoke the local languages, but that was dismissed as just parroting human speech by the politicians and big agricultural companies. To this day, no one knows where the minis came from, but it is now known that they are for all intent and purpose humans.
That didn't stop the majority of people from eating them. The governments of the world just made cannibalism legal in the case of minis and volunteers (though the volunteer scenario has only come up a handful of times in the three years since the laws went into effect). Now there were restaurants all over the place that sold cooked and live minis for your dining pleasure, from Michelin star restaurants, to fast food joints featuring large yellow lettering and a Scottish sounding name.
You're not supposed to be able to own minis as pets either, but people do it all the time, and seeing as they often sold them still alive at grocery stores and eateries, then as long as you can ask to take your leftovers home in a doggy bag, and don't eat them, you can have your very own miniature human as a pet. Just don't let it out that you own them, because while cannibalism IS legal, slavery is still illegal worldwide. Don't ask me how the companies raising and selling them get around that, because I don't know, but I'm guessing it involves a lot of money, and seeing as the industries make somewhere around 900 BILLION creds a year in profits... Well, you get the idea. Hell, for a few hundred creds you can go to one of the farms where they breed and raise minis and just get them straight from the source. That's what I did, but that's a different story.
Right now, I'm going to tell you about a new, higher end restaurant that just opened in my city. In the adds I read, they said it was “A new take on the mini dining experience!” The ad went on to say they were a “fusion of traditional north American dishes and yakiniku”, which is a Japanese style of restaurant where they let you cook your meat right at your table. To say I was 'interested' would be a huge understatement.
I've always been a meat eater, but beyond even that, I'm a cannibal. Not just now that it's legal. Granted, before it became legal, I'd never gone beyond fantasies and role-play. If you want to get even more precise, I now practice 'gynophagia', which means I only eat female cuisine. Before the whole 'mini' situation, I was a big Dolcett fan. That was an artist that popped up in the late 1980's/early 1990's that drew these crazy pictures of women being cooked at outdoor BBQ's, sometimes willingly, sometimes not.
My first act of cannibalism was a fully roasted female mini that came with a side of mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. I don't remember what the sides tasted like, but the blond mini was the best thing I ever had. Her breasts had a buttery flavor, while her thighs were juicy and tender. They did it right by keeping the seasoning simple. Just some salt and pepper, and a drizzle of juices from when she was roasted. The only thing bad about the meal was that she was dead by the time she reached my table. Since then, I've tried to always get my minis served still alive. Like some carnivores, I too like to sometimes play with my food, so when I saw that add, I knew I would be going to their grand opening. I booked a private booth and just waited for the date to get there.
Two weeks went by. I kept myself busy by training my newest pets. I had seven of the minis right now, four very young girls and 3 young adult females, and they were being treated as pampered pets, as I had promised to the mini that gave me the best meal I'd had (to date) of my life. Don't worry. I will be telling the tale of them, their training, and what they will hopefully be able to do for me once they are finished with that training. But for now, the grand opening had come, and I was eager to try out a new restaurant and see what new things they would have for their menu.
As it was a fairly high class place, I dressed in my best suit and black tie outfit and decided I'd use a high-end ride service to get there. They picked me up ten minutes after I called them in one of the newest luxury sedans, and after a twenty minute ride that felt like hours, we pulled up to the red carpeted entrance of 'Divine Minis', the latest and (hopefully) best new restaurant in town.
Once I was ushered in by the smartly dressed doorman, I was met by a truly stunning woman in a long black dress that had a slit that ran all the way up to her curvy thigh. I couldn't help but let an appreciative grin spread across my face as my gaze traveled over her wide hips, across her narrow waist and up to the impressive swell of her breasts. When I finally tore my hungry gaze from her wonderful body and up to her face, she must have seen the hungry look on my own face, for she had a deep blush that had nothing to do with her impeccably applied makeup, coloring the cheeks of her model worthy face.
“With a first impression like you gracing the 'Divine Minis', I'm certain the restaurant can't help but destroy all expectations for a new dining experience.” I told her with my best smile.
I didn't think her blush could become any deeper, but I was gratefully wrong. The raven haired beauty sputtered a little as she asked for my name, and when I gave it, her embarrassment turned to excitement. “You're the new restaurant reviewer that they say did the nearly impossible a couple weeks ago!”
Now it was my turn to be a little embarrassed. I never realized getting a mini to cum while I ate her would turn me into such a big local celebrity, but I guess it didn't help the matter that one of the biggest online news outlets came to me with an offer I found just to good to pass up. Well, at least I still had anonymity as long as people didn't learn my name. Luckily, my byline didn't include a picture, and no one was interested in doxxing a glorified food blogger, so I was still able to walk down the street without being bothered by 'fans'. This kind of interaction was one of the few exceptions.
She saw my discomfort, and was quick to smooth things over. “My name is Genevieve. I'm the owners youngest daughter. Please, let me first assure you that my father told me to make sure that you enjoyed your dining experience with us, and that we will be giving you that by making sure your privacy and comfort will be ensured. We've already upgraded your seating to our VIP room. Please, follow me Mr. X.” Throughout her short speech, she transformed from nervous fan, back to calm hostess. Once again I was impressed by this stunning beauty, but this time for her professionalism.
As she led me to the back of the tastefully decorated and lit dinning room, we chatted. I asked her about herself and found that she was younger than her demeanor would suggest. It turned out she was only seventeen and still a senior in high school, though had enough credits to graduate right now if she wanted.
The restaurant was fully booked and very crowded, so that by the time we reached the door to the VIP room, I felt comfortable enough to ask if she would do me the honor of joining me for dinner. She smiled and said she'd be glad to, but that she wanted to let her father know so that one of her sisters that also worked here could take over as hostess.
After seating me in one of the comfortable loveseat sized chairs (for intimate dining) at the modern looking table, she handed me a menu and told me with a smile she'd be right back and then left. The door closed soundlessly behind her, and I took the opportunity to take in my surroundings.
The lighting was just how I liked it; bright enough to see everything, but soft enough to still feel cozy. The table was a little higher than I was used to, but would be at a good height once I started cooking my meat using one of the tools provided. A nice compromise between cooking and dinning height, I thought. The room itself was the perfect size to feel intimate without being claustrophobic, too. I took note of it all, because it was now part of my job to do so. I kinda missed being able to just enjoy a meal, and not have to think about every detail.
The tools I mentioned were well thought out. There was a selection of utensils, including several tongs, a dozen skewers and even what looked like a custom made body shaped cage for live cooking a mini over an open flame, along with the normal tools for eating minis, such as a set of special scissors used for limb/head/breast removal, a dish of edible restraints and of course a nice selection of knives and forks (including two pronged ones for pinning a mini to your plate w/o harming it).
To cook your minis they gave you a nice selection of tools. A small grill that looked like it could cook half a dozen minis at a time, two fondue fountains (one for cheese and one for chocolate) and a two burner, miniature stove that came with a small but perfectly functional wok, griddle, and a skillet/frying pan, as well as a small self heating pot they made to look like a classic cannibal cooking pot or witch's cauldron from old movies and cartoons, only it was clear to let you watch your mini cook! I made a note to try as many methods as I could. I was being comped for my meal today, so even if I couldn't finish all the minis I prepared, I still wanted to get a good sampling so I could write a comprehensive review.
When Genevieve returned, I realized I had been so busy taking everything in around me, I'd neglected to even glance at the menu. As I picked it up, she sat down next to next to me and said “I hope you weren't to lonely”, with a flirting grin, “Have you had a chance to look at our menu?”.
“Not yet, but if you have any suggestions for an appetizer, I'd be open to whatever you recommend.” I said, casually draping an arm over her shoulders and drawing her closer. I was very happy that when I did that, she snuggled right up to my side as she got a thoughtful look on her face.
“Hmm... Maybe a one mini soup? Or you could try the beer battered deep fried pinkies? My dad loves those, and frankly so do I. And please, call me Gen.”, she finished with a sultry smile. Honestly I was going to be sampling just about everything they had on the menu. I just liked listening to her voice. It was very sexy.
Oh! If you've never had 'pinkies', they're baby minis. They are the human equivalent of somewhere around five years old, give or take a couple years. Most people draw the line at eating them, but since all minis are classified as livestock, it's really no different than eating veal (baby cows) or eating suckling pig (baby pigs). Before the majority of the other food animals disappeared, I'd never had a problem eating them then, so I didn't see any reason to have reservations about eating baby animals now.
“Sure Gen. Those both sound good, but how will I fry the pinkies? I don't see a fryer here.” I said looking around.
“We decided it was just too much of a fire hazard. We're already letting people boil, stir fry, grill and cook their minis in a handful of other ways. Deep frying just seemed like pushing our luck!”
I had to laugh at her wry wit. “Good point! I'll order both of them, but I think I'll order the rest of the items on the appetizers section as well. I want to cover all the bases for my review. And besides, there's only a few more items.” It was true, too. Besides the two she put forth, there was only three further items. Something called 'Sweet crumb coated pinkies', another called 'bacon wrapped pinkies or tweenies' and a 'Tweenie done your way' dish.
I knew what 'pinkies' were, but I hadn't yet come across 'tweenies', so I asked her what they were and also asked what 'sweet crumb coated' meant. She told me tweenies were non-adult minis that if they were human would put them between the equivalent ages of ten through twelve years old. She then told me that 'sweet crumb coated pinkies' were uncooked live pinkies that were first brushed with melted sweet cream butter and then rolled in crushed graham crackers.
I saw on the menu that the sweet crumb and deep fried pinkies came in a bowl of either six or twelve, and after asking, Gen said the deep fried pinkies could be brought out fully cooked, or just dipped enough to crisp the batter. The bacon wrapped pinkies came as an order of three or six, while the tweenies came as either one or two sets of twins, and I could have them cooked for me, or do it myself at the table. The 'Tweenies Done Your Way' was just what I thought they'd be, one or two sets of twins brought to our table live to be cooked any way we wanted with what tools we had at our disposal.
Minis matured very quickly, reaching adulthood in only six months. Oddly enough, they still didn't know what the average lifespan of a mini was. Adult minis that had been collected for research in that first year still looked like humans in their early twenties after five years, just like all adult minis looked once they reached full maturity. If you didn't know, minis breed at a prodigious rate, with pregnancies only lasting around thirty days, and giving birth to no less than three, and as many six at a time. The ratio of male to female was about one male for every twenty female births. Births always had at least one pair of identical twins, and three or more identical siblings was fairly common (one out of five births).
I didn't look at the rest of the menu other than the drinks section, as it gave me extra time to jot down notes between courses. “I haven't seen any wait staff yet. Is there a trick to letting them know I'm ready to order?”
She looked at me with a smug grin and and slowly reached across me to press a button on the edge of the table that I'd somehow missed. A few moments later, someone knocked at the door. Gen said “Come in Dan!”, and in walked my waiter, who's name was apparently 'Dan'. The whole time until he came in, Gen never broke eye contact with me, with an 'I'm going to suck your cock' look on her face the entire time. I knew I wasn't ugly, not by a long shot, but it's not often a solid 10 came one like she did. I choked it up to either her father told her to butter me up to get a good review, or she was having a very specific nerd-crush over me. I'd enjoy her attention which ever it was!
“Hello Dan. I'm ready to order my appetizers now.”
“Certainly Sir. What would you like to start out with this evening?”
“I'd like to try a little of all of the items on the menu in female gender. Single diner orders each, with tweenies for the bacon wrapped. Uncooked please. And only 'dip' the fried pinkies. Also, can I get the 'made my ways' in Japanese features, and the wrapped in European redhead? And a mix for both of the pinkies. For the soup, how about a simple 'pork and veggies', with an overly buxom Hispanic mini with a twerk-able ass for the meat? I'd like to cook her myself in the cannibal pot. And don't mute any of the dishes, please.” I'd already taken note that the VIP room was nicely sound proofed, as I only heard anything from the main dining area when Dan had opened the door.
With no reaction to my overly specific order other than to nod and jot down each request, Dan simply asked, “And to drink?”.
“I'll take a pint of dark beer, whatever you have on tap, and a glass of water.” I turned to Gen. “What would you like, my lovely?”
To Dan the waiter, she said “Bring a bottle of the 2015 Chateau D'Yquem. It pairs well with cooked or raw minis.”
She was right, too. It was a good pick. I almost changed my drink order, but I just had a craving for beer this evening, so let it slide.
Dan told us he'd be back in about ten minutes with the order, then left with a pleasant smile. Seems they had good staff here. At least so far.
While we waited for Dan's return, Gen continued to flirt with me and even rested her head on my shoulder as she played with the sleeve of my dress shirt. Of course I flirted right back! I also asked her about the restaurant, her dad, and how she liked working for him. All of which would make for nice filler for my review and let me get to know more about this gorgeous creature that was hanging on my every word.
The ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye for me, thanks to the company I had with me, so I jumped a little when Dan knocked and then entered. He was pushing a cart piled with covered dishes. He wheeled it right next to the table a unloaded his cart, setting each covered dish along the table in front of Gen and I. When he finished laying them out, he removed the silvery covering domes with a small flourish.
The first one he uncovered was a bowl of weakly squirming pinkies. They were coated up to their necks in a crispy looking cooked batter. The bowl was lined with an absorbent cloth to cut down on any grease. I took in at a glance that there was three pairs of twins. One of very dark skin, one of cute blonds, and a pair that looked Polynesian. All were no more than two inches long if they hadn't been bound somehow into a fetal position. I say 'somehow' because the batter obscured how it was done.
The next plate was small, with only two kawaii (cute) tweenies that looked on the older side, seeing as they had budding breasts that were put on display thanks to the way they were restrained with their arms bound behind their back at the elbows. Their legs were bound at ankle and knee.
The following dish held the bacon wrapped tweenies. The two redheads were actually restrained by their bacon blankets, which were braided around their bodies from neck to ankle in a clever, tight weave.
Then we had a plate that held a trussed up adult female mini with a truly impressive chest and an ass that I could tell just from looking was was born to twerk, exactly as I'd specified. And as a nice bonus, she also had a slim waist and a face with lips that if she had been bigger would look amazing wrapped around my cock. They were plump and full. Next to her was a small bowl containing chopped vegetables and seasonings.
And finally the sweet dish of pinkies and our drinks. These were in a lidded box like container that had a thick layer of what looked like more of the same crumbs that coated the three pairs of twins. Two redheads, two reddish skinned ones with very straight dark hair and two olive skinned ones with blonde hair. I was surprised when I realized none of them were restrained in any way, and all seemed to be having fun playing in the finely crushed graham crackers like they were in a big sandbox!
When Gen saw my confusion she was quick to explain. “We did a lot of testing to find the best way to present each dish, and it was found that diners really liked interacting with pinkies, even if they always ate them afterwards. The box they're in is even soundproof, so they don't get upset if the other minis scream when they're cooked or eaten.” She looked rather proud at what her family had but forth and achieved. I had to agree so far. She went one to suggest we save them for sampling last. That sounded fine, but an idea struck me.
I opened the lid on the playing pinkies and in a soft voice said “Hello little one. Are you having fun?” They looked up with smiles and a couple nodded eagerly. One even spoke up in a squeaky voice with “The dirt tastes yummy!”. She had double fist fulls of of the crumbs, and her face was almost fully covered with a mix of drool and wet crumbs.
I smiled down at her and said “How about we have a contest, and the winner gets a special prize?” They all cheered and let out squeals of excitement. One even did a little happy dance at the mention of a prize. “Okay. Whoever can eat the most handfuls of the yummy 'dirt' will win the big prize!” With that, they all started stuffing their faces with the tasty 'dirt'.
I replaced the lid and turned to Gen. “The winner will get the prize of being a tasty stuffed snack.”, I told her with a wink. She gave me another of her wonderful laughs and a quick kiss to me cheek. Right after that, she snatched up one of the fried pinkies and popped it in her mouth up to it's neck. After seeming to suck the tasty batter off the pinkie, she used her tongue to push the little body to one side of her mouth and slowly bit down, seeming to savor the taste. Before the pinkie stopped screaming in pain, she slurped her head into her mouth and finished chewing. Then with a gulp, she swallowed the tasty treat and let out a happy “Mmm!”.
I laughed and said “Little thief!”, as I grabbed one for myself. I saw it was one of the Polynesian twins before she went in my mouth. I used my tongue to strip her body of her batter coating (which was very good), then pulled her back out. I wanted to see how well she was cooked, and how she was bound. The pinkie was tied up with three pieces of edible string. One around her shoulder and folded knees, the next around her waist and shins, and the last around he ass and ankles. Her olive skin was tinged an angry red from the neck down. She also seems do be just barely aware and probably in shock. I decided to do some further investigation, so I used one of the knives to the table to cut her bindings with one hand as she lay on the other.
After she was freed from her bindings, she slowly and painfully rolled over from her side onto her back, and spreadeagled there. If she'd been human I'd guess she was around eight. As a mini, that would put her at about two and a half months old. Her body was even smaller than a typical pinkie who were on average three inches, as apposed to her being half that tall. Or long, seeing as she was laying down. Her body was plump and healthy looking, telling me they made sure their food stock was well fed and cared for before cooking. Always a good sign. I gave her twat a few licks to see if I could get a reaction from her, and when I didn't get anything more than a soft groan, I popped her into my mouth up to the waist with her chubby ass on my tongue. I forced it between her cheeks and up between her legs as a squeezed down gently. The pain my teeth caused finally got her to wake up more. I loved the feeling of wiggling pinkies in my mouth. I enjoyed the sensation for a few more moments, then bit her in half, chewed the tasty treat and swallowed. I sucked the rest of the body into my mouth and quickly finished my first appetizers.
After a few minutes, Gen and I finished off the fried pinkies. I had to say, they were really good! And since they were smaller than the average ones I'd eaten before, they made a good choice for an appetizer. Too many other restaurants I'd visited tended to make portions that were so large, they ended up taking away from the rest of the meal by filling you up. Since we'd split a helping that was meant for one, we still had plenty of room to at least sample the rest of the dishes. It also helped that Divine Mini used minis that were 25% smaller than your average mini, at least for their appetizer menu.
After I jotted down a few notes on the first dish, we talked for a minute about what dish to sample next and decided to get the soup going, then cook at least one of the bacon wrapped tweenies. We might do the other later.
I had just filled the pot from the provided pitcher, when Gen seemed to notice something wrong. “What is it, Gen?”
“I don't see the 'toys'...”, she said before excusing herself and quickly stepping outside the VIP area, leaving the door open a crack.
While I waited for her, I tipped the bowl of prepared soup ingredients into the warming water, then sipped on my beer as I waited for her to get back. Suddenly I heard a pair of raised voices from the other side of the door. I didn't catch all of what they were saying, but it sounded like Gen and her father were getting heated. The only thing I caught clearly was her father saying that 'the family had put ALL of their saving into this restaurant', and 'if we get a bad review on our opening day, not only would the restaurant be doomed, but so would the entire family, from the youngest to the oldest'. He told her to do whatever it took, no matter what, to convince 'him' to give them a perfect review. I could only assume her dad was talking about me. That meant my day just got a whole lot better.
I minute later Gen stepped back in. She looked like she had been crying, because her eyes were now a little red and puffy.
“I'm sorry about that. I forgot to put the 'toy box' on the table before you got here. I hope you're not upset.” She said that last with a look of desperation on her face.
“Well, I guess it can't be helped, but what is the 'toy box'?” I asked, making sure to add an annoyed tone to my voice.
“It's a box of sex toys, but sized for minis. Even a set of nipple clamps and two dildos that can actually be used to cook a mini's cunt or ass from the inside, along with a wide selection of more mundane ones. Some to get a mini to cum, some to cause pain. I'm so sorry! It was supposed to be the center point of the entire meal, and I ruined everything!” By the end, she was crying again (she was one of those very rare women that looked sexy even when they cried), absolutely sure I was about to ruin her entire family with a bad write up in my report to the network.
Well, I was known for my fair reviews, so I wouldn't condemn the whole restaurant for one mistake... But she didn't need to know that.
I let out a heavy sigh, as if I was really put out by the whole affair. “Well what would you do to save the Divine Mini?” I asked in a tone that I'm sure would give the impression that there wasn't anything she could do for me that would change my review. She'd be right, but that wasn't the point. The point was to set her up so that I could get something I had wanted for nearly thirty years.
“Anything! Just please, don't ruin my families dream. If we got a bad review on our opening day by someone like you, it will destroy us. No one would ever eat here, our vendors would drop us, and we'd have to close our doors, and my entire family but everything we had into it! Please! Just ask me for anything, no matter what it is, it's yours.” She finally wound down, took a deep breath and tried to compose herself while looking at me with the cutest puppy dog eyes this side of a golden retriever.
I stood there, looming over her in silence, letting the tension build. And then spoke out loud my dream.
“Give up your life as a human being, sign away your rights as a human being and give yourself to me to become my food and be eaten by me at a time of my choosing.” I delivered this slowly and carefully so that nothing I said could be mistaken. I saw her freeze up, then start shivering. She clutched her hands in front of her chest, wringing them together so hard I feared she might break her own finger.
Finally, she nodded her head, “Okay. I'll do it. For my family.” she paused then asked in a small voice, “Should... Should I have my father come take me to the kitchen to be butchered for you now?” That she said while hugging herself and looking at her feet. I reached out and lifted her chin so I could look her in the eyes.
“No Gen. Not today, and it might even be years before I take your life. For now, lets finish our meal. We can talk more before I put the final touches on my review of Divine Mini.” She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, visibly pulling herself back together. Now that she was calmer, I led her back to our seat, and I asked her to show me the toys. I also thought to myself that we might want to get to the sweet pinkies. I'd been watching them on and off, and they were tearing around their enclosure under an obvious sugar high, having a crumb-ball fight.
“How well does the chocolate fondue go with the sweet pinkies?”
“Pretty good, really. Did you check out our special mini holders for the fondue?” She picked one of the long thin objects I had assumed were standard fondue spears out of the holder, and I saw that I had been completely wrong about their design. “No I did not! That's an interesting design. Can you give me a rundown on how they work?”
She held one up and I could see it had a syringe style plunger on one end of its eighteen inch length, while the other had what looked suspiciously like a butt-plug scaled down for use on minis. She bushed the plunger down, and the bulbous end swelled up to the size of a large pea. “As you can see, once inserted in the orifice of your choice, it locks the mini in place. And when you get to your desired pressure, you just give the plunger a half twist,” and she put words to action, “And it's now locked so you don't have to hold it the whole time. It can also be used with any of our other cooking surfaces. The plug end is made of a special high temperature latex, while the other end is insulated.”
I was very impressed with the design, and I could see she was very proud of it. When I let her know how much I liked it, the smile she gave me practically lit up the room.
“Thank you. I helped design it, and worked really hard on it to get it just right.” She blushed as she said it.
“Well let's get the soup started, then I'd like to try out the rod one on of the bacon tweenies.”
I uncovered the soup mini's dish (I'd put it back to make sure she'd stay calm), and picked her up.
As I looked her over I said “My goodness! You are truly a stunning little beauty. Do you have a name?”
“I think it is 'Tia', at least that is what I over heard one of our handlers say when he first saw me.” She seemed very relaxed. Only a little nervous about our size, and the fact I had my hand wrapped around her body. “He said 'Damn! That's some T and A!', so I put the two letters together.” She shrugged her shoulders (which did interesting things to her anatomy).
“Okay, Tia it is. Do you know why you're here?” She indicated she didn't know with a shake of her head, her silky brown hair brushing against my palm. “Well, I'm pleased to tell you that you're part of our dinner and the main entertainment as well.” Her face grew pale at that, but she didn't freak out at least.
“Did I do something wrong? Is that why you are going to eat me? I'm sorry for whatever I did!” She was starting to cry now, so I rushed to comfort her.
“No no no! You're not in trouble, and you didn't do anything wrong, so please don't cry. Let me try to explain... You were chosen to be part of our meal because of how beautiful you are. But if you don't want to die and be eaten, then you could do a special entertainment for us, and if you do it well enough I would keep you as a beloved pet, but if you don't do a good job, I'm afraid you have to go back to just being food, and then the entertainment you would provide would only be your flavor. Do you understand?” She had stopped crying and payed careful attention to my entire explanation. She looked a little perplexed, but didn't say anything, so I decided to give her a nudge. “What is it, Tia? You look a little confused.”
“I guess I do not understand, Mr. Big Person. What is 'entertainment'?” Oh wow. I new minis didn't get any kind of education, but I guess I never realized just how little they knew about simple concepts.
“Entertainment is watching or doing something that makes you happy or brings you pleasure. It can be something you do, something someone else does for you, or even something you hear. Did that explain it so that you can understand?”
Despite the fact she was still tied up in my hand, and had recently been told that she was going to be food for two giants (from her perspective), she was now positively beaming, I beautiful smile lighting up her face. “Yes! Thank you! If I understand you right, you want me to do something that will entertain you while I do it. Is that right?”
Not only was this mini one of the prettiest I'd ever seen, she was also one of the most clever ones I'd ever talked to. “It is! You're not only lovely, but smart, too! To do what we want you to, I'll need to remove your restraints. Are you going to run away if I do?”
“No!” she said with a giggle. “You are much bigger than me and would just catch me right away. And besides. This sounds like it might be fun. Much better than being food!”
I carefully cut her lose with the same knife I'd used for the fried pinkie when I inspected it, and once she was free she sat up in my hand. I lowered her to the table surface and set her down on her feet. She did a stretch with her arms over her head (fun to watch!), then did a happy little jump of joy (even more fun to watch) at being freed. “Now what, Mr.?” She asked me.
I didn't answer her directly. After asking Gen to hand me the 'toy box', I asked the mini we were calling Tia “Have you had any litters yet?” She said she'd had one last year. “Good. Then you know what sex is, but have you ever touched yourself to make a feeling like you get from being bred?”
She nodded and with an unmistakable motion of one hand, she said “Sometimes I put my fingers in my pussy, and when I wiggle them around enough and touch the right spots, it feels really good. Do you want to watch me do that for the entertainment?”
“Right again, Tia!”
I'd chosen what I hoped would be a good dildo for Tia to use from the little box, and showed it to her. “I want you to use this while you sit in that pot over there,” I pointed to the miniature cauldron where she would become soup. “If you can cum five times before we get done eating our next dish of minis, I promise to make you my pet. I'll take you home with me to entertain me there, and I will never eat you. Watching and hearing you cum will be very good entertainment for us.”
“I will try my best, Mr.!” and she eagerly held out her hands for the little rubber cock, then ran over to the pot and with a splash, scrambled inside. The pot was just big enough for her to sit down in it and still have her head above the surface, and she didn't waste any time. Within less than a minute she had the tiny sex toy deep in her pussy and was rhythmically pumping away. She even made sure to angle herself towards us with her legs spread wide so that we would have a good view. The sounds of her moans were soon adding a nice background to our meal.
“Okay. Lets get to those sweet pinkies before they crash from the sugar high and pass out.” I took the lid to their box off and looked down at the hyper little things.
“Hold still, you crazy girls!” I said with a chuckle. “I need to find out who won our contest or I can't give out the prizes. So, which one of you ate the most of the tasty dirt? And tell the truth, or no one will get a prize.” I said that last because I could tell from the looks on all their faces that they were all going to lie and say they did.
They looked at each other for a second before huddling together to talk the matter out, and after couple stomped tiny feet and a angry words, the made peace and one of the redheads stepped forward and raised her hand. “I did! I ate THIS many handfuls!” 'This' was both of her hands held out with all her fingers spread.
I looked at the other pinkies and asked “Is she right? Did she eat that many?” All of the rest nodded or grumbled 'yes' with a reluctant consent.
“Good job! Now hop on. And the second place as well. Your prizes won't fit in that box.” I put my hand in the box and the winner, along with one of the olive skinned pinkies, hopped on to be pulled from the box.
After I replaced the lid, I handed the winner off to Gen, keeping the other for myself.
“I think I'm going to lick the coating off mine. I want to try the cheese fondue first.” I told Gen.
After a second to think about it, she said that was a good idea and she'd do the same. I popped mine into my mouth up to her neck and started sucking the sweet layers of cream and crumbs from her squirming body. I made sure to pay extra attention to it's crotch, as even on pinkies it's the tastiest part of a mini.
Gen on the other hand used a different method. She held the winner by her head and neck, while she caught one limb at a time between her lips before sucking it like a lollipop. Then when she finished with the limbs, she gripped the pinkie by her ankles, spread her legs as far apart as they would go, then flicked her tongue tip over the pinkie's little cunt while staring at me with a sexy grin.
My pinkie was screaming like a scared mouse, so I decided to shut her up. I picked up one of the fondue rods, and holding her head back, I worked it into her mouth, then down her into her stomach. When I felt the rod meet resistance I pulled back a little, then pressed the plunger on the other end. When I saw her belly expand a little, I stopped and locked it with a twist. I let her body drop from my hand, and she was now dangling from the end of the fondue rod. The pinkie seemed to be fine, with plenty of energy to flail her arms and legs around, trying to push the rod to try and get it out... Quietly!
I moved the rod around to see how well it would hold, and saw that she wouldn't come loose unless I released the plunger. I nodded to myself at that, then reached over to the cheese fountain, holding the pinkies under the waterfall of near-boiling, flavored cheese. The pinkie flailed harder than ever under the intense heat for a few second before she expired. I left it in the hot cheese for about a minute before pulling it out, then after letting it cool for another minute, I put the entire pinkie in my mouth. It was still very hot, but the flavor was quit good so I didn't mind the discomfort. I chewed then swallowed the tasty morsel.
I watched as Gen played with hers for a little but before following my actions. After holding the little pinkie at different angles that let her get to every nook and cranny of its body, she this picked another rod for herself, but instead of just shoving it down the minis throat like I had, she instead used the phallic end to first tease, then fuck the little female with it. She was so careful and slow, the pinkie never even fought, but instead just said over and over “That feels funny.”, or “What's happening?”. She worked that pinkie over for almost five minutes when suddenly, and I kid you not, she got that pinkie to cum!
She left the rod buried in the pinkie's sex, then gently pressed down on the plunger, before giving it one gentle tug to make sure it would stay in place before holding the now breathless but limp pinkie up with a very smug smile.
“That was impressive. And sexy as hell! I didn't think it was even possible to get an orgasm out of a pinkie! How did you find out that was possible?”
“A lot of boring late nights at the restaurant when we were working on the menu.” She chucked, then went on.
“I found out that somehow, all minis can orgasm, no matter what level of development their bodies are at. One night I was taste testing some sauces for a dish my dad wanted to try on some supper young pinkies, maybe the human equivalent of six months old, that one of our vendors sent us by mistake, since we'd be sanding them back in the morning. I had coated one of them with the sauce up to it's waist, and I was licking it off it's pussy, kinda zoning out as I did it. I was holding the pinkie in my fist upside down, thinking about random shit and trying to stay awake at two in the morning, when suddenly the pinkie shook and let out a whine. At the same time, the little thing squirted what I thought at first was piss, but as soon as the taste hit my sleep deprived brain, I realized she'd just had an orgasm! I was so surprised, I almost dropped her.” She took a deep breath, let it out in a 'whoosh', then looked at me for a reaction.
Damn, she was fun to watch when she talked about something that excited her! She was one of those people that talked as much with their hands, as with their voice when they were passionate about the subject.
“I'm glad you're mine. You are wonderful, and we're going to have so much fun before the end.” I pulled her face to me and gave her a deep kiss which she returned with equal passion. When we pulled apart, I could see she was just as breathless as myself afterwards.
After she calmed down from our kiss, Gen passed her blissed out pinkie through the cascade of molten cheese, causing it to scream in pain, then start weeping.
“You're not going to cook her?”
“No. I find that after they cum and you then eat them cooked it makes them taste... Off. Sorry. I'm not really sure how to explain it, but just trust me that they taste MUCH better if they're in pain and not dead after they cum.” With that, she pushed the still weeping pinkie into her mouth headfirst, still on the end of the rod buried deep in her tiny cunnie. She released the lock on the plunger and pulled it out of both her mouth, and the pinkies pussy before rolling the morsel around in her mouth for a few moments, then gulping it down whole.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and when I turned to see what it was, I saw that Tia was in the midst of a shuddering orgasm, one hands squeezing a breast, while the other blurred between her legs. She was staring right at us, obviously turned on by what we had been doing as she came down from what had to have been an intense orgasm.
“Did you like what you saw, Tia?” I asked the mini.
“Yes! I've never seen a big eat one of us before. It was 'entertaining' to watch.” She said that with such a cheeky grin that I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I also saw that she looked like she might be getting a little over heated in the warming pot, so I reached out and turned down the heater. I didn't want her to actually boil unless she failed to cum the required five times.
“How are you doing so far, Tia? Have you orgasmed five times yet?” I had a grin of my own when I asked her that.
“Nooo, silly! Only two times so far. But are you being entertained enough by me? I want to do a good job for you.” I was surprised by how sincere she sounded. I had to learn more about what was in this mini's head.
“Well, I don't now about Gen here.” I put my right arm around Gen's shoulders. “But I'm very entertained by you. In fact, you have managed to give me a raging hard-on!”
“What is a 'hard-on'?”, Tia asked with a truly priceless look of confusion.
Gen and I shared a look of shock. Then Gen said “Show the poor girl! If she was able to give you one, the least you can to is show her she's doing a good job.” Then sat back when I stood up.
I undid my belt, going slowly to give both small and large women a tease. Then I popped the button on my slacks, pulled the zipper down, and let my hard cock spring out. Tia and Gen both did a synchronized breathless “Nice!” as they both stared at it.
For a moment, they just stared at my member, then I watched as Gen's hand oh so slowly reached out to touch me. As soon as her finger brushed the head, my cock gave a twitch, causing Gen to snatch her hand back with a startled yelp that was followed by a surprised laugh from her.
“I honestly don't know why that startled me, but you have a lovely cock, Mr. X.” She said, still chuckling.
Then Tia piped up with “It really is a pretty PENIS, Mr. Could I get a closer look at it?” The grin on her face said she might want to do more than 'look'.
I picked up one of the cloth napkins from my place setting and unfolded it in front of the cauldron. I had her step out onto it, then lifted the edges to dry her off. (And it that was fun, too.) Once she was dried off, she practically sprinted to the edge of the table in front of my bare member, and unlike Gen, Tia had no qualms about touching me, for as soon as she was close enough, she wrapped her arms around it and gave it a hug! Of course, that caused it to twitch again, which set of both girls into another round of excited giggling.
“If you keep that up, I'm going to make a mess all over the table, Tia!” I told the tiny woman, laughing with them.
Tia blushed at that, but didn't pull away very fast. The front of her body pressed against my shaft felt wonderful, but we had to get back to our meal, so I gently pried her off me, and then shooed back to the soup pot. When she was back in the warm water, she didn't waste a second. She grabbed the dildo slid it back into her tiny tunnel, all the while staring at my still bare cock. When I put it away a few moments later, she gave me a pouty frown, then closed her eyes and sped up the motions of her hand that plunged the phallus into her body. I few moments longer, and she was moaning out her third orgasm. “That one was all you, Mr.!” She told me with a satisfied smile.
“Some more pinkies?” I deadpanned to Gen. “More pinkies. Damn she's hot.” She answered, her voice a little breathy.
“Wait. I think I'm going to take the rest of the pinkies home with us.” I told her, thinking about the fact that I hadn't even gotten to the main course menu yet, and still had four tweenies I hadn't even tried yet. A second later, Gen echoed my own thoughts, so I decided it was time to try at least one of the bacon wrapped tweenies.
After I informed Gen of what I wanted to do, she suggested we cook her on the grill. “Sounds good to me. Any other suggestions?” I asked her.
“Actually...” She rummaged around in the toy box and came up with a small rod with a ring on one end, and just under it what looked like shackles sized to fit a minis ankles attached to the shaft of the rod with an adjustable collar, letting it slide then lock in place at the correct length for any given mini. At the far end of the was a metallic dildo. Gen demonstrated that the whole rod was backed with a clever electric piston that would plunge the metal dildo in and out of the mini that was locked into the device. The ring in the other end was for both controlling the speed and depth of the stroke, and let you turn the mini while you were cooking her.
“Can you set it up? I don't want to mess up that clever weave your chefs did on the tweenie wrap.”
“Sure! Let me show you the trick.” And she did, but I wasn't very confident that I had the skill to do what she did with the bacon.
“Okay. Hold on. I still didn't get that. Can you have Dan bring us some bacon so you can show me how the wrap is done? We can use one of the pinkies as a teaching tool.”
“Sure! I'd be glad to show you. My dad taught me how to do it when I was little, back when we still used beef. Though I think I was lucky now. Dad had me practice on hot dogs, which aren't to dissimilar to minis in size.” While she talked, she sent a message to Dan on her pad, and in two minutes he dropped off a couple strips of seasoned bacon.
“Now pick a pinkie, and I'll show you how we wrap a mini. Make sure you clean off all the crumbs, then dry her off. If you can get her to cum, she'll taste really good!”
Grinning, I lifted the lid and looked in. The pinkies were no longer running around. Instead, they were huddled together on one corner, and they had all looked up fearfully when I opened their box.
Before I could even ask why they were acting so oddly, the twin sister of the winner asked me “Did you eat my sister?” I saw then that all the pinkies had trails running through the crumb dust that coated their faces. They had obviously figured out what was going on.
“I'm sorry to tell you, but that's just the nature of the world now. Minis like you are food and entertainment for us.”
“Then, can you take me next? I want to be with my sister.” The redhead asked with a resigned look at me as new tears cleared more of the crumbs from her face. “Me too.”, the other singled twin asked suddenly. I looked over at her and saw not a sad or hopeless look, but anger and defiance.
“Why do you want to go? You don't look like you want to give up like your little friend.”
“'Cause I'm gonna poop in your mouth when you eat me and ruin your meal!” Such a fierce little thing!
“Nope. I'm going to keep you. I'll be raising you until you're an adult or at least a teen, with big tits and a fat ass. Only then will I eat you.” That said, I reached in and grabbed the redhead by her waist out of the box and closed it to the fearless pinkies scream of rage. She was going to be fun.


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^That's where to read the rest of the story. It's nearly 20K words long, and I'm working on a follow up, right now.