Misty looked towards Casey who nodded eagerly, “We sure would Mrs. Ketchum. Thank you.”

Delia sighed inwardly but the smile never left her face, “Okay girls, one for each of you. I’m going to save the others for tomorrow.” In truth she had gotten a shipment of a dozen shrinkees, which would last her for the rest of the week, but she didn’t want the girls to know that.

Taking a small key out of her pocket she opened up a small custom made cupboard. It opened to reveal 11 shrinkees in a miniaturized carpeted room with a small hose for water and a pipe (not big enough to escape down yet wide enough for someone to do their business). Delia’s hand darted out and she snatched up two naked men, probably both in their twenties. Humming she locked up the cabinet once more, ignoring the screaming coming from within, and made her way to the cutting board by the sink.

Setting the two of them down Delia grabbed a conviently close cleaver and stared down the second little guy, “Don’t even think of trying to run away.” She said menacingly as the giant blade hovered in the air, “If you’re a good boy this whole thing will be relatively painless.” The man just nodded his head wordlessly.

Delia nodded in kind and turned her full attention to the first man. She began kneeding his flesh, making his sure he would be tender and without the physical strength to successfully escape from the girl’s plates.

“Oh, Mrs. Ketchum? I kind of like mine feisty. I’ll take him as is.” Casey called over to her.

“Yeah, same here.” Misty chimed in.

Delia smiled, “I’m the same way girls. Okay, just make sure you don’t let them get away……. Casey, you all ready have a shrinkee? Leftover from last night?”

“No, not exactly.” Casey blushed, she hated those sissy prissy holier than though type girls who protected shrinkees. Now she knew she’d probably be considered one of them due to Brad, “He’s………. not for eating if you know what I mean.” Casey gave Delia an awkward wink, she wasn’t about to admit she was partially keeping Brad around because he was her friend, not because she was going to get something out of him.

This response didn’t really cheer Delia up any, she looked a bit dismayed and shook her head, “Aren’t you a little to young to be experimenting? My oh my, Daisy would never think of using a shrinkee for anything so deviant. Girls these days, society is just….” Delia kept muttering, more to herself than to Casey, as she turned away and walked back to the kitchen sink.

“Hypocrite.” Casey griped, “Who is she to lecture me?” She looked down at Brad hoping for some support.
He just glared back at her.

“Oh come on, I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do. It’s just….. embarrassing, I don’t want anyone to know I like you.”

“Gee, thanks Casey.”

“Brad! Quit being such a baby!” She gave him a playful tap on the shoulder that nearly toppled him.

Brad was quick to get back onto his feet. There was a wild look in his eyes but a smile on his face. It instantly brightened Casey’s day. That was Brad’s old game face.

“Don’t be knocking me over Casey. That’ll get me angry, and you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. I might have to discipline ya.”

“Oh yeah? What’re you going to do? Spank me?”

“Maybe if you don’t lose the attitude.” Brad warned.

Casey considered standing up and waving her butt in his face but she was already getting dirty looks from Delia and Misty, “You’ve got a better chance of getting lost in this behind than tanning it.” Casey decided to mock him instead.

“Then I say we settle this the way we always settle things.”

“Thumb wrestling?”

“You got it.” Brad hopped into her open palm.

Casey set him on her curled up index finger and extended her thumb to its full height. Brad had to wrap his arms around it.

“Ready? Go!” Brad shouted.

Casey’s prey just stared up from her plate, unsure of what to do.

“Someone needs to teach that girl not to play with her food.” Misty took her tiny shrinkee and she dunked him into the messy scrambled pidgey eggs.

When she pulled him out he was sputtering and dripping with the runny yolk. Misty extended her tongue and dropped him on to it.

“Wait please, I’m a person just like-” Misty wasn’t interested in his words, just his flavor.
She tongued his entire body cleaning him of yolk. At one point the man was able to wrap his arms around one of Misty’s canines. A nip of his shoulder caused him to release his death grip. Howling hysterically he clawed at Misty’s tongue. She didn’t like that, some people just couldn’t accept their lot in life. Couldn’t he see he was just food, sustenance to help her get through the day (or at least the first half of it)? Clearly not, the man was too selfish to see that his life would help prolong hers. Misty swallowed her mouthful. The man made one last desperate attempt to keep from taking the plunge. His arms flailed wildly as he reached out for the glistening pink ball dangling from the back of Misty’s throat. He tried to grab on to the uvula but he only ended up punching it. Misty coughed as he went sliding down.

“Are you all right?” Ash asked concerned, he wished he was large enough to pat Misty on the back.

“Yes honey, I’m fine.”

“Honey? We’re going to start using pet names now are we?” Ash grinned.

“Sure, why not? Got a problem with Honey? I could just stick with ‘ASHLEY’!”

“N- no, honey is fine.”

Misty could feel her meal inside her. A little angry at him for causing her to cough and making Ash worry Misty decided to cut his time in her short. She chugged her glass of milk dousing the man, than sucked in some air and let out a loud belch. It hurt Ash’s tiny sensitive ears but for the man within her it was a deafening sound. The man’s oxygen supply was soon expelled.

“Scuse me.” Misty said in a very unapologetic tone.

Delia rolled her eyes, was this really the girl her Ashley had chosen? He could have done better than an ill mannered tomboy even if he was only an inch or two tall. Still, it was his decision and Misty had made it very clear she cared about him. If her son didn’t outlive her, which was a very frightening thought, she doubted it would be Misty’s fault. After their talk she just couldn’t imagine having to pick Ash’s bones out of the girl’s stool to give him a proper burial. Misty truly cared for her son.

Casey had won the thumb wrestling though it was a hard fought victory. She was thrilled Brad was able to put up such a fight, he even pinned her thumb for a second or two at one point, but she had finally finished him off. He was on his back and she was grinding her thumb into him.

“C- Casey, please stop!” Casey realized she had not only been rubbing his face and chest vigorously but also his crotch.

“Sorry.” She pulled back, pleased she had won.

“Good match.” Brad called up to her.
“Good match.” Looking at her hero, seeing a spark of his former glorly and skill was still alive in him, Casey felt hornier than ever.

Instead of eating her shrinkee she pocketed him. She could always eat him later after she was done pleasuring herself. She smiled down at Brad warmly, she decided she wouldn’t force Brad to do something he didn’t want to. She had too much love for him. Not like Misty or Ash’s love but a sort of sibling love, he’d always been something of a big brother to her.

“If you girls are finished I think it’s time we head on over to Oak’s lab. It’s not far Casey, so we’re going to walk.” Delia explained.

“Sure thing.”

The two girls headed outside, shrinkee boyfriend/brother in hand, while Delia set their dishes into the sink.

“Casey we need to talk….. Actually, no, we really don’t. Didn’t we have this conversation all ready last night at the restaurant?” Misty asked.

“What are you babbling about?” Casey asked.

Misty’s cheeks turned red, “Look shrinkees aren’t meant to be pets or reusable sex toys. Finish him off now.”