Ash woke up; two good sized hills of supple firm flesh lay to his left and right. He stretched, his whole body sore from the workout last night. Though he felt half broken it was worth it. Spelunking into Misty was a fantastic experience. What really shocked him was that, though he loved going inside of her, he released Misty enjoyed it a whole lot more. How could something as small as him give her so much pleasure? Whatever the reason Ash was happy. Just because he was tiny didn’t mean he couldn’t have an intimate relationship with Misty. Just because he was tiny didn’t mean he couldn’t satisfy his girl.

He got out of her cleavage and made his way towards his tummy. The soft bouncy terrain was a bit hard. He almost fell down a few times. Eventually he just fell backwards onto her belly and rolled off onto the bed. Ash made his way to her head and he gave her miniature ponytail a playful tug.

“Rise and shine sleepy head.”

Misty smiled but she didn’t open her eyes, “Hmmmmm, 5 more minutes Ashy. That’s all I need.”

“If my mom finds us like this-” Ash started

“Like what?” Misty asked, her eyes slowly opening.

“……. Are you serious?” Ash grinned, his body was bruised and battered and there was shiny sheen to him.

“Oh god Ash, did I do that to you?”

“Yeah, and that’s why I need to wash up. I’m dry now but-”

“I mean the bruises.” Misty looked at her tiny boyfriend, her eyes filled with concern.

“Those? Don’t worry about them. Nothing I can’t handle, that sledge hammer of yours actually used to hurt a whole lot worse!” Ash laughed.

“Oh Ash……. We should really…… really quit fooling around for a while.”

“Misty I’m fine!”

“Well I’m not! I… I don’t want you to be black and blue all the time Ash Ketchum. So we’re stopping, at least for now.” There was a note of finality in her voice.

Ash bowed his head in consent, but not wanting to quit at the only thing he knew he was good at he spoke up, “I’m sure there are other less dangerous things we could do.”

Misty looked uncertain, “M- maybe…. But right now we need to get washed up!”
Misty got out of bed and quickly gathered up her clothes from yesterday. Checking to make sure the coast was clear she sprinted from Ash’s bedroom to the bathroom. Once inside she locked the door, breathed a sigh of relief, than started up the shower. She kept Ash in hand planning to wash him as well. She set him on a shelf next to the shampoo for the time being. Usually Ash’s mother kept some wash towels in the shower but she must have taken them out to wash them. Misty grabbed the bar of soap and caked up her hands.

She looked at Ash, slightly embarrassed to be naked in front of him even now. Though she’d just sworn off rough ‘in a manner of speaking’ intercourse it didn’t make her fell any less horny. Misty licked her lips than looked away. Ash just laughed. This was going to be hard for her.

“Hey Misty, I have an idea.” Misty looked up at him, “Why don’t you rub some of that soap into me and then we could…… help get you clean together.”

“Ash Ketchum your lucky I don’t wash your mouth out with this bar of soap instead!” She chastised him, though her eyes were bright with excitement.

Was Ash suggesting being her wash rag? They really shouldn’t, his mother might get suspicious if they took too long or realized that they were both in the bathroom at the same time…….. but she really wanted to! She’d be gentle with him of course. She could rub him soles of her feet, move him up and down her legs, smother him with soap and very gently rub him inbetween her butt cheeks. Misty got a mental image using Ash to massage her ass. She found she was wet from more than just the shower. Still, was now the time? And could she trust herself to stay in control and not hurt Ash? He was already so bruised, she didn’t want to add fresh ones.

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Brad sat there brooding on the table, he was only able to get a few hours sleep and it wasn’t the hard wood surface that had kept him up. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what it meant to be a shrinkee. At first he thought he might get some sort of special treatment (from fans, family, old girlfriends) but his hopes had been quickly snuffed. He had the same status as the most detested bug pokemon… No, even lower than that. Even muks got treated better than shrinkees. He had been prepared to die. He’d made his peace the moment his family sold him to that damned restaurant. But seeing Casey, his favorite little roadie, had given him hope again. Until, that is, he realized she was a monster. Yeah, she had apologized, yeah she had cried, but that didn’t make her betrayal any less painful. Then she went on to tell him how fucked he was and poke fun at his personal life. Sure he liked to get smashed and party afterwards. So what? Who the hell was she to point out his bad habits? Besides, when had he ever treated her poorly? Still, he didn’t hate her; she used to be a really devoted fan and a really good friend. He was angry with her but he couldn’t hate her even if he said he did. Casey, he thought, picked up on that though he didn’t want her to.

Casey yawned and sat up in bed. Looking over at her Brad could tell she got about as much sleep as he did. Casey stared at him stoically. It was hard to tell what she was thinking.

“Well, if you don’t hate me so much that you’ll let me hold you…… I was thinking we could go downstairs and get some breakfast.”

Part of Brad wanted to respond, ‘go to hell traitor’ but another part wanted to forgive her. And he realized this was Casey’s way of reaching out to him. She had apologized the night before, and here she was giving him a choice whether to join her or not instead of just grabbing him. Brad shrugged, “Fine.”

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Delia had big news. Big big news. Prof Oak had contacted her last night and told her part two of ‘the project’ was ready to take place. Pokeballs had the ability to literally shrink pokemon and put them in, basically, convert them into energy until there owner decided to release them. Tampering around with the technology Prof Oak had come to the conclusion that the exact opposite was possible as well. Pokemon could be grown. So far the experiments had been going well but it still needed a shrinkee test subject. The pokemon would only stay in its new form for 5 minutes or so before reverting back to its old size but at least it was a start.

Today Delia planned to have Ash, Misty and Casey accompany her to the lab. She wouldn’t tell them why though, it would be a surprise. Ash might be normal sized again, even if for only a few minutes! She was busy preparing a big breakfast for the girls when Casey came down.