“Ummmmm,” Ash mumbled as all eyes were on him, well except for Casey. After getting turned down, she had started eating as fast as possible. With six super strong Pokemon waiting to be given the once-over, enjoying the home cooked meal was not too important to her. Sweating bullets now, Ash turned to the one person he trusted and cared for more then even his own mother.

“Misty, make room on your plate because you’re getting a big helping of your vitamin Ash.” Everyone chuckled at the bad joke, but Delia kept her sour look. She watched her son strut to the girl that she trusted as far as she could throw a Snorlax. Why couldn’t he see how slimy she was?

Ash took his shoes off before stepping onto Misty’s plate and took a seat next to a mountain of pasta on her plate.

Misty smiled down at her boyfriend and winked at him. “Hope you don’t mind being so close to my supper.”

“It’s no problem,” he scoffed. “As long as you remember that I’m not part of your regular diet.”

“You sure aren’t, but if you get any sweeter I might have to vary what I usually eat.”

“You better not. I’d go right to your hips.” The couple broke into snickers, the familiarity between them was strong and they felt so comfortable around each other. Even though Daisy didn’t eat shrinkees and Misty had a daily fix of the little guys, Ash still felt more comfortable on her plate. He knew that even though she scarfed down shrinkees every day, it was more likely that Daisy would eat him then her.

“Ugh,” Delia garbled after witnessing the display between her son and Misty. It might seem cute to them, but she saw a whole different picture. Misty liked to pretend with Ash that they were pred and prey; at this time, it was no big deal. However, how soon would it be before the role-playing got serious and Misty decided to take it further? First, it would be throwing food in her mouth, and then she’d ask him to go further into her mouth every time until her Ashley was looking strait down her big slimy throat. All it would take was one flick of her tongue and her baby would be gone forever.

“Not on my life,” Delia said under her breath. She had to show Ash how much he needed her and she had to do it fast. Every second he spent with Misty was giving him the false idea that they were a couple, which she knew was untrue. Shrinkees and humans simply can’t coexist, but shrinkees and mothers could.

“Misty, may I ask you something?” Delia asked, trying to hide her distain.

“Sure,” Misty merrily said. She was completely oblivious to the hostility that Delia was concealing. Actually, she in reality thought that Ash’s mother might be trying to be friendly.

“I know you avidly eat shrinkees, but how did you get started?” Misty heard the question and narrowed her eyes at Delia. So much for her trying to be friendly. Delia only wanted Misty to relent about her enjoyment of shrinkees and remind Ash about that aspect of herself. Well, two can play at this game.

“I have no problem telling you about my first time, as long as you tell me about yours,” Misty said with her merry smile. If this bitch wanted to go to war, then bring it on.

“Sounds fair,” Delia said with a barely suppressed growl.

“As soon as the plague started and everyone started becoming shrinkees, there was a huge flux in the supply of the little people. They were everywhere, in the streets, houses, cars, building and everywhere imaginable. I ignored them, until the day I found a small tribe of naked shrinkees in my garden trying to hide from a hungry Sparrow. Not fully understanding that shrinkees aren’t human, I took them in to take care of. This was before it became legal to eat them, so the notion of doing anything like that never occurred to me, at least not until the next week. I let the little buggers scamper around my house, expecting me to take care of their every need. I helped wash them; I feed them, clothed them with only doll clothes, and even took them to the bathroom. I was being run ragged by the little pests and I might still be babying the bugs if not for the small accident during the second week of their stay. Tired from helping them around the house, I went to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. During the time, there were no rules and the shrinkees went and go around my house whenever they pleased. They were sleeping anywhere they wanted, uncaring if I had to walk around them or take special steps not to crush them. That morning some stupid shrinkee took a nap in one of my good bowls, the very bowl I like to eat my cereal in. I suppose it must of come as a shock when hundreds of gallons of cold milk came pouring down on him. I ate my breakfast and enjoyed it, until I felt something kick around in my mouth. Instinctively I swallowed and thus I ate my first shrinkee.” Delia looked boldly at Misty and took a big mouthful of her pasta. Accidentally swallowing a shrinkee wasn’t as bad as purposely tormenting the tiny people and doing God knows what to them. Delia was confidant that her story would be better then Mistys.

“You left something out,” Misty said with a merciless smirk. “That explains how you got your first taste, but you never told us why. I don’t see any of you ‘guests’ running around so you ether have them caged up or they were eaten. Did all of them fall asleep in your cereal bowl?”

Delia didn’t say anything. The full story was that after she felt that shrinkee fall into her stomach, an erotic rush filled her unlike she had felt in years. In the kitchen, she had masturbated while the shrinkee struggled inside her stomach. His desperate struggles and the knowledge that he was moments away from dying and becoming a part of her body gave her a surge that made her feel like she was one cloud nine. After the shrinkees movements had stopped, Delia went hunting. Like a woman possessed, she rounded up every shrinkee in her house and in a carnal show of power abused and consumed every shrinkee. She didn’t just eat them, she did all kinds of kinky and life ending things to them. She would masturbate with one while another was being digested, then cram one up her ass while she massaged her nipples with the body of another. She started off with twenty-one that morning, but by night time she was down to one, who ended up spending their last night suffocating deep inside her twat. It was a day of shrinkee genocide. Her son must never know these details, if he was to find out how out of control she could be, what would he think?

“More pasta anyone,” Delia said, not wanting anyone to focus too much on Misty’s question. She would take that day of corporal depravity to her grave; she had to remain the angelic caregiver to her son. Delia pushed back her thoughts and refocused at the matter at hand, getting this hussy away from Ash.

“That’s not important, dear. I’ve told everyone about my first time, now you have to do the same.” In her mind, Delia gave out a cry of rejoice at seeing the downtrodden look on Misty’s face.