It was the classic battle for Casey, instincts vs. loyalty. Right now, all she wanted was a nice shrinkee hotdog before going to bed. Her first shrinkee had been served to her in a bun, so Brad’s currant choice of condiments was striking a cord in Casey’s mind. That first taste she had gotten at the ballpark had thrust her into a new lifestyle that she had never doubted until tonight. She was so addicted to shrinkees that even the thought of going a few days without one was unthinkable for her. She didn’t so much as want shrinkees as she did need them. Right now, her mind was telling her that she needed to eat Brad right this instant and stop being such a ninny about it. There were more shrinkees out there then there was fish in the sea. She couldn’t let this full garnished meal go to waste. Nevertheless, unlike every single shrinkee out there with the exception of Ash, Brad was different. He was the closest thing she had to family and she was the closest thing he had to it as well. She had made a promise to herself to recreate her past relationship with Brad and let nothing stop her. If she ate him, then that would pretty much end their friendship for good. So, simple put, Casey didn’t care how delicious Brad was, he was off the menu.

“Sorry champ, the only place your sleeping tonight is on my pillow. Tommy and lee will just have to travel down my intestines without you.”

“But Caseyyyyy, I wanta end this now. Be a pal and swallow me, I’m reaaly gooood,” Brad slurred as he tried to stand up with the hotdog bun still wrapped around his body. He fell back several times, but kept getting back to his feet. Casey looked closely and was a little disgusted to see tears mixing with the mustard all over his face. Casey was now certain now; Brad was completely wasted and didn’t know what he was saying. The Brad she knew would never shed a single tear.

“Stop talking, you’re so drunk you don’t even know what you’re saying. I haven’t seen you this loaded since you went to that all night kegger, drank an entire keg and streaked naked down the field.” Casey dryly chuckled as that moment ran through her mind. That night was the first time she ever saw a man naked and she had used that vision of brad’s tight butt to help her reach many a orgasm with shrinkees. Nowadays, she had the mini version to look at whenever she got randy.

“I’m not drunk. I’m not drunk. I just had a whichamacallit… break beat.”

“You mean breakthrough, but I think what your having right now is closer to a breakdown. Now I’m going o hear no more about you getting digested. You coming to bed with me and in the morning we’ll laugh about this.” That is, If he remembered. One of the things about Brad was that when he got really, really drunk, he completely blanked out. His lack of knowledge made it a real laugh riot when the time came to tell him what he’d done the night before. He hadn’t believed that he’d once run naked through out the diamond, until Casey showed him a video she’d tapped of it with all the guys. It sucked when Brad forced her to hand over the tape to be destroyed. Curse her for not making a copy.

Sniffling, Brad whipped his tears and a good portion of the mustard off his face. He stepped out of the hotdog bun and took an unsteady step towards Casey. Happily, Casey picked him up and began to head to her room. She could still feel the shrinkee from this morning in her pocket, squirming in a futile attempt to escape. Later tonight, when Brad was fast asleep, she’d take out her little lover from her pocket and deal with all that frustration that she’s been having. Then, if he survives, Casey would swallow that little midnight snack. It was the perfect crime, she’d get her relief and a meal, all while Brad was in slumber land. She got into her room and closed the door. Sitting on her bed, she was about to prepare Brad a spot on her pillow, when he spoke up.

“If I can’t give you a nice meal, then let me be inside you another way.” Brad got that rouge smile on his face that he usually got around busty, blonde-haired hotty he was trying to screw. Casey looked down at him with a mixture of shock and horror.

“What do you mean?” Casey squeaked, feeling unusually nervous.

“Last night, you offered me a ride in your velvet box but I refused. I was a dick last night, or rather I refused to be one for you. Let me make it up to you. I’ll give you one hell of a night, I guaran-fuckng-tee.”

“Didn’t you just a couple minutes ago tell me that I’m like a kid sister to you?” Casey felt inside her a part that wanted to take Brad. Sure, it would be rough, but he’d survive if she was careful. Also, he’d never have to know. Right now. Brad could be elected president and he wouldn’t remember it the next morning. She could have her fun and he’d never know. Hadn’t she wanted this from the very beginning?

“I said you were ‘like’ a little sister to me and besides, technically I’m not human, so I could fuck everyone in my old family and it would still not be incest. Come on Casey, I know you want to. I noticed the shrinkee in your pocket and I know you plan to not just eat him. Use me instead, come on, I know you want to.”

Casey bit her lip, she really did want too, but could she? It seemed incredibly wrong to take advantage of Brad in his currant state. He wasn’t clearly thinking and had no idea what he was doing. On the other hand, h was technically right that he wasn’t considered human and it would certainly not be considered wrong by societies standards if she used him as her dildo now. Casey’s snatch heated up at the idea of having Brad snuggling inside her. Twisting around in her hot depths and giving her some well needed pleasure.

Finally, Casey made her mind up.


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“I had a good nights sleep,” Ash beamed, as he picked up a piece of scrambled egg from Misty’s plate, while everyone sat down for breakfast. He had offered Misty to do a little muff diving before bed, but she had shyly turned him down. It saddened Ash to know Misty was treating him like glass, but he decided to accept her judgment. He’d have plenty of time to prove to her that he was tough enough for sex later on.

“Yah, good nights sleep,” Misty muttered, playing with her eggs. All last night she had rolling around in bed, feeling the heat from her needy sex begging for some stimulation. She had tried to use her own fingers when Ash was fast asleep, but after having a shrinkee every other night, her digits just couldn’t do the job. She was so horny that she could barely focus on the trip ahead of her.

“How was your sleep, Casey?” The young girl turned to her and opened her mouth to speak, but then looked at Brad and shut up. It looked like she wanted to say something, but not around Brad.