"My eyes must be playing tricks on me, was she feeding that little maggot bread?" Daisy scoffed.

"Bleh" Violet agreed, sticking her finger down her throat.

"Well that settles it." Lily nabbed a nearby stall and pulled down her mini skirt "Someone has to say something to her. We, as her sisters, have to say something to her." She corrected.

Violet nodded, "Yah, totally, I didn't want to say anything right after the concert. I thought he might just be the, you know, flavor of the week. Misty was never a boy magnet; I just assumed one of the little buggers flattered her a little and she decided to keep him around for a couple days. But it seems like things are much worse than that. She was actually feeding him before taking care of herself? Not even your favorite pet should get that kind of treatment!" Violet shook her head depressed, she knew Misty was a black sheep but how far had she fallen without their guidance? "We should have never let her go with that Ash in the first place. We should have given her a job..... I don't know, renting our hotel rooms or collecting tickets. It wasn't very sisterly of us to shun her. We should have let her help out with the show even if she wasn't fit to perform in it.

"So what are we going to tell her when we get back?" Daisy asked.

"We don't need to say anything; as soon as we get back to the table I'm going to crush that little bastard." Lily snorted.

"I don't think we should be so....... confrontational so soon after-"

"Well I don't give a damn! No Waterflower is ever going to date a shrinkee insect! I won't allow it! It was all I could do to keep from leaning over and crushing his little head in-between my fingers. Oh I'd love to crush it like a grape!" Lily punched the side of the stall for emphasis and smiled to herself.

Daisy reeled back from the stall door, a little shocked by her sister’s angry and bloodthirsty attitude. "Sis, what Misty is doing is disgusting but...... Don't you think Lily is overreacting just a bit?"

"Don't worry about it." Daisy whispered back, "It's just that time of the month."

Lily grabbed at the two tiny feet sticking from her crotch. Delicately she pulled the blood soaked shrinkee out of her snatch. Though he'd swallowed gallons of blood and fluid for some reason he still hadn't died. His stomach was distended from all the blood he'd 'absorbed'. Though he was half dead fan turned bloated human tampon was able to gather enough strength to gaze up at what used to be one of his favorite performers. The rubber band that had held his limbs in place were now meaningless. He'd lost the will to fight. Not even bothering to look at him Lily dropped him into the toilet and flushed. Pulling out a fresh gumband restrained shrunken fan from her pocket Lily parted her lips and packed him inside.

"You know what? Let's have an intervention for her. After dinner when we're back at the hotel room. We need to give her a wake up call." Daisy nodded in agreement.

"Yes, an intervention. And it would be better if Misty eats Ash herself."

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With Misty's sisters gone Casey pulled Brad back out of her pocket. Conflicting emotions assaulted Casey. She didn't know what to do with her former mentor. It wasn't like before when he'd just shrunk right before her eyes. Still, that didn't change the fact that Brad was an Electabuzz. Her FAVORITE Electabuzz, the one who carried her on his shoulders after every game. The new team line up was nothing like the old one, they sucked in comparison though Casey didn't like to admit it. She often found herself wishing the old team would somehow come back.

But they couldn't, and they wouldn't. Casey sighed and looked at her old mentor lying limp in her hands. She started rubbing his body with her fingers, poking and prodding. He was still in very good shape, Casey was impressed. Most shrinkees couldn't stay in shape. It wasn't like there was a gym they could go to. Casey couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride. Only her Brad could remain athletic and strong after becoming a shrinkee. Now he really was 'her' Brad, bought and paid for. No longer was he the close friend who helped her work on her swing. The friend who convinced the rest of the team to let her tag along. The friend who would pat her on the back and whisper words of encouragement when she told him her dreams to one day join the Elcetabuzzes. The friend who at one time meant more to her than anyone else. Now he wasn't a friend, just a snack that would taste good dipped in honey mustard. She ran a finger down his lightly muscled chest. Casey massaged his hard on gently then moved down to his legs, pinching them to see if they were tender. Casey couldn't help but drool a little, leaner shrinkees tended to be a bit more flavorful. Not often did she get well toned meat.

Misty had let Ash finish up his meal and moved on to her own little appetizer. Having him sit and dip his legs in sauces Misty would suck in his toes and move up to his thighs, taste testing. The man, though in perfect condition, made no attempt to escape or even complain. He was ready to die as food, he was a Vocelli entree. He was a little disappointed though. He was told he'd be consumed by an upper class person who would 'appreciate' him for what he was, a fine meal. Instead he had been served to a loud obnoxious red headed tomboy who treated him like he was something from a fast food joint. She hadn't issued him any orders. She didn't want a song or a dance, just something to dip in the many sauces Vocelli provided.

"Hmmm, Ash this shrimp sauce is delicious! You should try some, here." Misty dunked a crumb sized piece of bread into the sauce and handed it off to Ash, "Thanks Misty."

"I honestly like the feisty ones a bit more." Misty complained looking at her meal, "Oh well. All right kiddo, first and last order, report to my belly ASAP!" Misty brought her hand up to her mouth and extended her tongue.

She made no effort to toss him in. Taking a hint the shrinkee got to his feet and marched forward into the tomboy’s mouth. He carefully stepped over her teeth and on to her waiting tongue. Misty didn't swallow, she didn't shut her mouth and chew, she just sat there waiting for him to proceed. The shrinkee slipped and fell several times slapping against her fat wet tongue. The pink muscle would push up on him slightly bringing him back to his feet. Eventually he made it to the back of her throat. Ducking to make sure his head didn't accidentally collide with her epiglottis hurting her he took a step forward.

Brad began to stir, finally waking from his scare. Casey realized she didn't want him to die inside her but she couldn't just take him home to his family like before. They were too far away, besides they had sold him, they'd just sell him again. Casey also didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Misty's sisters.... But how could she eat one of the players who had made her become infatuated with the Electabuzzs? Her one time best friend. Misty belched into a closed fist telling Casey she was the only one who'd yet to consume her appetizer. What should she do? Her stomach grumbled, it really wanted to meet up with Brad again. But so did her heart. She wanted to take care of him like he had taken care of her, to be road dogs again. Brad's eyes opened and he stared at his young friend. His hands went to cover his exposed crotch.

"Casey...."

Casey wasn't sure what to do but she had to make her decision now.

Casey