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Leo looked over the menu. The twenty-five foot tall plessie was seated on a stool that accommodated for his size, at a restaurant designed for customers even larger than him to dine comfortably. It was a sushi restaurant, and the yellow and white dino had seated at the bar, where the seating sizes were far more variable. Looking up from the laminated sheeting that approximated a foot to the inch of standard note paper he held in his flipper-fingers, he smiled. "I'd like the Nantaimori?"

The dragon wearing a white chef coat behind the bar nodded, hiding his surprise that the ditzy customer pronounced the word correctly.

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Joe blushed deeply, lying on an enormous wooden platter. The ten foot tall orca wasn't used to feeling dwarfed, but being in this restaurant was definitely making that feeling stick. The cetacean was naked, sprawled out on his back. Above him, he could see the chef bringing enormous sushi rolls around.

He did his best to stay still as practiced claws that were at least as thick as one of his thighs, which were fairly thick even for his size, precisely placed rice and fish onto his bare flesh. The orca bit his lip lightly as he realized that the nigiri that had just been placed on his chest had an entire cleaned salmon draped over it.

Closing his eyes, Joe couldn't help but think about how he had ended up like this... The orca was rather, shall we say, prey-curious. But at his size, he had to turn to macros or the extremely elastic to even consider his fantasies. Of course he was also nervous about how to approach his desires. When a raccoon friend of his mentioned to him that he'd heard through the grape vine that a macro sushi restaurant was seeking out plus-sized models for Nyotaimori and Nantaimori... well, it was a way to get rather prey-adjacent easily.

Very abruptly, at least to the wandering mind of the whale, his platter was smoothly lifted. Joe did his best to stay still as he was carried out of the enormous kitchen and out into the bar. When he tried to look around, the sashimi on his shoulders shifted slightly, so he stopped trying, instead staying looking straight up.

Soon enough he was set down on the bar and smoothly slid across until he could no longer see the chef and instead was looking up at the round, soft snout of an aquatic dinosaur.

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Leo smiled down at the orca covered in food. "I'm Leo. I hope you enjoy being my platter tonight." The plessie pressed his flat palms together beneath his round snout and nodded politely to the chefs. "Itadakimasu."

On the wooden platter, flanked by a mound of wasabi paste and floret of pickled ginger each the size of his head, Joe blushed deeply. He slowly curled his fingers into fists to do his best to keep from fidgeting...

The plessie carefully plucked the salmon nigiri from the orca's plush chest with his fingers, the flat digits cradling the rice to keep the large ball together. With a deft twist he dipped the fish-side of the sushi into a tray of soy sauce that Joe could have used easily as a stool, before lifting the whole thing up to his mouth. Leo parted his lips and daintily placed the whole thing on the center of his tongue, then removed his hand.

Joe stared up at the customer, swallowing nervously as he watched the rounded snout lightly deform with the motion of his jaws over and over. Then, there it was. The deep gulp, and the just discernable lump dropping down the dinosaur's throat.

Leo sighed happily, before wiggling his fingers in anticipation. He daintily lifted an enormous packet of chopsticks, tearing the paper and pulling the wooden rods free. They were scaled a little larger than for his height, but his hands were rather large compared to his size as well. With a tug he pulled the sticks apart, and then skillfully arranged them between his fingers. Tapping the tips together lightly, he brought the wooden shafts down to deftly pull one of the quartet of rolls off of the orca's broad belly.

The bundled nori, rice and fillings soared up to follow the nigiri into the dinosaur's mouth. He closed his lips over the chopsticks and let out a muffled sound similar to a whale's song through his nostrils. His free hand lowered down to the bar, curling against the wooden platter.

Joe's eyes widened as the flat fingers dug under his platform and he felt himself being lifted up. He turned his head to keep them on the dinosaur's round muzzle as he rose, the large facial feature most of what he could see from below. As he was lifted high enough, the orca realized that the customer's eyes were closed. He was so distracted by this that he didn't see the chopsticks coming from the other way.

Leo assumed the 'scooping' position of the wooden rods with his hand, scraping them across the platter in his hand, while opening his mouth wide. With a light twist of his wrist, the mass of food on the wood was tumbled into his jaws.

The orca let out a flustered chirp as he landed on the macro's tongue. This was far closer to being prey than he had been prepared for! The blushing cetacean twisted to look just as the paying customer's mouth closed up behind him.

The plessie mmmmed low around his mouthful, having grown impatient with each roll one at a time. Now he had the rest of the platter to savor all at once, the flavors mixing together wonderfully. All the cuts of sashimi, the remaining rolls, and something he couldn't quite place, but was absolutely delectable! He curled and twisted his tongue to moosh the food together across his taste buds.

Joe was surprised the dark mouth wasn't being illuminated from the glow of his blush. The preyish whale couldn't believe his luck... such a handsome, gentle dinosaur savoring him... he'd probably swallow the orca too... He clicked and squeaked bashfully at how he'd jumped from admirer to participant so easily... and that he didn't really mind the escalation!

Leo tilted his head back and swallowed firmly, oblivious at the blatant orca-shaped lump that travelled down his throat. Below the bar his ball-shaped belly sagged heavily from the impact within, bouncing up to tap the underside of the bartop. The plessie sighed and patted over his belly with his hand still holding chopsticks, before setting the platter down.

Down below, the orca was laying amidst a mass of all the food that had been so delicately plated upon his body. He couldn't stop blushing but... at least while he waited for the mistake to be discovered he could sneak some of the delicious cooking he could only touch before. Starting perhaps with that whole salmon.

The yellow dinosaur opened his eyes finally, looking around. He looked down at the bare platter, just the wasabi and ginger still in place. Tilting his head with confusion, Leo looked around for where that cute orca might have gotten off to...