In this part of the world, Micros aren't people - they're products. Genetically-engineered, lab-grown clones designed for one purpose: consumption.

They're small, silent, sterile, and obedient - bred without higher intelligence, without rights, and without clothes. Sold in boxes or bred on demand, Micros are a delicacy in upscale restaurants, especially popular among curious, dominant women.

But you're not a Micro.

You're a tourist who somehow shrank - and landed yourself right on a plate in a foreign dining hall. You can scream, you can cry, you can plead... but all anyone sees is food.

And here, that’s all you are.

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⚠️ Themes: Female-only cast, (soft/hard), unaware/prey roleplay, mistaken identity, objectification, casual cruelty, domination, digestion, foodplay.

Survival is optional. Consent is not on the menu.

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Image and inspiration drawn from "Riced Men" by CasuallyCruelGTS