“So, what have you guys been doing?” Casey asked, sounding like an overexcited five-year-old. She never expected to have a reunion with the old team with the life expectance of shrinkees being so small because of their height. Casey always figured that her old friends would end up sidewalk paste on someone’s shoe or a meal for someone else, but now they were hers, all hers.

“Avoiding mouths. Lee came up with a good idea to roll himself in sour milk, but that actually made him smell better then he normally does.” Everyone snickered at Lees expense and Lee looked at Tommy angrily.

“At least I’m trying to avoid being eaten, what was that look you were giving that lady with the big bongos? I swear, if I hadn’t pulled you away, you would of started humping her leg like a Growlith.” This time everyone burst out laughing, even Tommy. It was an old joke of there’s that Tommy got stupid around cute girls. Before they shrunk, Tommy used to go up to every cute girl he saw and flirt with them until they ether pepper sprayed him or called their boyfriends over to beat Tommy up. In other words, Tommy was the Electabuzz’s version of Brock.

The joking continued and for a few minutes, everything was like it was before everything changed. The fact that the former baseball players were sitting on the plate of their biggest fan didn’t deter them from banter with each other. They laughed and remembered old times, without bringing up how many of their old friend must ether be running for their lives, or already dead. Everything was nice and normal, considering the circumstances, and everything could of remained that way, if Misty hadn’t started talking.

“Casey, as your friend, I think your making a huge mistake,” Misty said coolly, killing the vibe the three men and one girl had going. Even Ash felt the atmosphere change from his seat in front of Misty.

“What ya mean by that?” Tommy asked, not liking this redhead one bit. She seemed like the bossy type that didn’t know when to butt out and worst of all her bazooms were ity-bitty.

“Quiet, the humans are talking,” Misty snapped at Tommy, who looked hurt at her comment about him not being human. He looked up at Casey for support, but saw no outrage at him being referred to as not human.

“What ya mean by that?” Casey echoed Tommy’s comment.

“What I mean Casey is that like always, you’ve bitten off more then you can chew.”

“I can chew plenty,” Casey shot back. Everyone groaned at hearing Casey not getting the metaphor.

“All I’m saying is that you’ve just volunteered to take care of three shrinkees. Do you have any idea how hard it is looking after just one? It can be a huge burden, taking up most of your time and energy. Do really think you can keep three shrinkees safe in the world we live in. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve nearly lost Ash to some hungry passerby. All your doing is letting yourself get your attached before they go they way of all shrinkees, down the toilet.” Ash looked a little hurt by Misty’s comments about him taking up her time and being a burden. He sulked silently on Misty’s plate feeling pretty rotten. Misty noticed her little man looking down and felt bad herself. She hadn’t meant it to sound so negative, but it was all true. Honestly, if Brock were still with them, he probably wouldn’t have lasted long with only her to watch him and Ash. Misty picked up Ash and cuddled him against her check. Her tongue slithered out to clean some of the cocktail dip off his tiny body. Her hot tongue against Ash’s cold body, made him groan and squirm in Misty’s clutches. As they had fun, Casey remained quiet, thinking long and hard about what Misty said.

She loved having the other guys here. They could joke, fool around and do everything that they did in the old days. Best of all, if she ever broke Brad, she’d have two extra butt plugs in waiting. However, Misty had risen a few good points, it would be hard to take care of three shrinkees. As easy as it would sound to just cram the three shrinkees into her pocket whenever they aren’t eating or going to the bathroom, Casey knew that they would never stand for it. Like Ash, Brad, Lee and Tommy loved to move around, they had more energy in them then even Casey. There was no chance in hell that they would allow themselves to be grounded like a Pokemon.

The worst possibility was that they did get eaten. Casey was only controlling herself right now because she wanted her shrinkee friends to last. She planned to spend many hours using them and toying with them to her hearts content. But the real prize would be when she’s done with them and gets to enjoy the slow sensual feeling of them digesting in her stomach. If someone took that joy away from her, it would be like spending all your allowance on the coolest new video game and it breaking as soon as it’s opened. Only Casey deserved the right to eat her old friends.

‘What a dilemma,’ Casey thought to herself, as she tried to decide what to do. She had already decided to keep Brad, he was too good to let go of yet, but the other two could be a problem. Right now, Casey really wished that her little sense of right and wrong were still on her shoulder. She could really use their help.

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In the vast emptiness of Casey’s subconscious, Casey’s two different consciences were lying on a large bed, naked. Casey’s evil side took her cigarette out of her mouth and let out a puff of smoke. She had a content look on her face as she lay back and enjoyed the afterglow

“You were right this is a good idea,” she told Casey’s other subconscious, her libido.

“Yyyyyyyeeeeesssssssssssssss!” Casey’s libido cried out as she rolled over onto her stomach and reached towards her backside. Her hands fumbled around in her crack and came out with a tiny exhausted, Casey. Libido passed her to evil who smirked down at the terrified other subconscious.

“Who is this little sucker anyway?” She asked, as she carried the little Casey between her legs and started to rub her face against her clit.

“She’s Casey’s femininity.” Both subconscious burst out laughing, but the third one remained silent. Her face was lodged in Evil’s pussy and all she could hear was thunderous echoes from her dank prison.

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“Guys,” Casey started. As much fun as it was going to be eating her old friends, seeing their sad faces when she tells them she’s eating them was hard. Casey dealt with it by reminding herself that soon some of them would be unrecognizable piles of melting flesh and bone, sloshing around her stomach, until they are sucked into her intestines and all their moister is sucked dry, when they would be turned into her feces and crapped out into the toilet. That thought made her a bit happier.

“We know Casey, we know,” Tommy said looked down at his feet in misery. He had thought that life would finally be going his and Lee’s way, but after hearing what the redhead had said, he wasn’t so sure. He didn’t want to die and neither did Lee, but eventually it seemed like the fate of all shrinkees to meet a premature death. At least this way they will be helping out a friend and always be a part of her. Everyone remained hushed at this sad moment, but internally Casey was drooling from anticipation and Misty was rolling her eyes wanting this to end quickly so they could go back to dinner.