“Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts,” Brad whispered over and over again as Casey cleaned him up with her tongue. The wet, spongy flesh of the tongue felt so good on his body that even when it wasn’t touching his aroused member, he still felt turned on. He could feel the bumps against her tongue all over him, he had to bite his lip down to keep from crying out in pleasure when she rubbed the tip of her tongue over his tortured cock directly. He didn’t know if Casey was doing it on purpose or if this was just one of her games, but if she didn’t stop then he was going to leave salty treat on her tongue. Just as his balls tightened and he was about to explode, Casey pulled him away and smacked her lips.

“There all clean,” she laughed. Patting Brad on the head, she put him back down onto the table carefully. Brad looked up at her not knowing whether to be overjoyed that he didn’t cum on his friends tongue or frustrated that he came so close, but was denied. He decided to just remain quiet and wait to leave. Maybe when he was alone him and his old friend Fisty could get reacquainted. At least Casey had no idea about how much her mouth play affected him, he couldn’t give her any clue about any sexual feelings he might have for her. If she knew, that could change everything.

Casey wiped her mouth clean with her napkin, hiding her smile behind the cloth. She had felt a little prick on her tongue and she knew exactly what it was. She was so flattered that Brad got a stiffy for her that she had to fight off the urge to cram him down her pants to celebrate. She didn’t regret her decision last night to keep Brad away from her sex, he was drunk and it would have been like rape if she crammed him into her. She wanted to preserve their friendship, meaning no forced sex, no manipulation and no tricks. If Brad wanted into her pants when he was sober, then fine, Casey would be more then happy. If Brad wanted them to stay friends without any befits, then Casey would just have to buy more shrinkees for those long nights.

Ash’s mom started taking away the plates when she saw that everyone was fed. For Delia taking the plates away and going into the kitchen was hard because once fed, she had no more excuses to keep her son and his friends off the road. The potential for a cure was too big of an opportunity to let go, but to get it, she would have to let her baby boy go back into the cruel big world. Delia was no longer worried about Misty turning on her son and making him into ALT, Ash, lettuce and tomato sandwich, but she still worried. There were a lot of women out there that would snatch up Ash in a heartbeat and not think twice about easting him. For Delia, it felt like she was throwing her son to the wolves. She had to make double sure that her Ashley was safe and sound.

She picked up the telephone and dialed a number that she knew by heart. It rung once and was immediately picked up.

“Oak residence,” the voice on the other line said cheerfully.

In the dining room, Misty was going through her bag looking for a clean set of clothes for Ash. She had specific clothes selected for Ash for every day of the week. Today she had a small pair of shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt for him to wear. One of the best things about having a shrinkee for a boyfriend was that it gave Misty a chance to relive her childhood through the old doll clothes she had. Maybe after their journey was over, Misty could open a shop that sold shrinkee clothes and accessories.

“Hey Mist, got anything for Brad over here. I don’t mind his dangly bits hanging out, but he might,” Casey said. Brad nodded quickly as he covered his privates when Misty turned to him. He didn’t mind Casey getting a look at his package, but the strange and violet friend of hers was another story. Brad still didn’t trust her after she tried to pressure Casey into eating him.

“It matters, does he mind if it once belonged to Malabo Ken’s wardrobe?” Misty asked dryly.

“Right now, I endure Barbie’s clothes if it covered me.” Casey snickered, she reminded herself to test out if that was true later. She would fork over the money for a new Barbie doll, just to see her many friend Brad in pink.

“Sorry, only males clothes freako. Try it on.” Misty handed to Casey a cotton shirt and pants; it was the itchy kind that Ash hated so Brad could wear it.

“Thanks,” Brad mumbled as Casey gave him the clothes. They were made for Ash so they were three sizes too small for Brad, but by sucking in his gut he got them on with only blocking the blood to his legs. “Snug,” he said as he unsteadily stood up and walked around with out moving his knees or arms. Maybe being naked had its merits.

Misty and Casey left with their shrinkees and went to their rooms to get ready. Clothes and personal good were packed in a matter of minutes. All that time on the road had given the girls ample practice in moving out fast. They were at the door ready to go in five minutes.

“Before you girls go, I got you something,” Delia said as she walked to the front door with a box. The tiny screams and cries for help inside the box gave Misty and Casey a good idea of what they were getting.
“Shrinkees!” Both girls cried in delight at seeing the contents of the box. Over a dozen lean, strapping shrinkees were crawling around inside the box trying to escape. Misty and Casey scanned the box, picking out their favorites.

“I got you girls a few treats for the road. I hope you enjoy them.” Delia had given them the shrinkees for more then just a gift; they were also a security measure if ether of the girls got hungry. She couldn’t risk the chance of them starving and looking towards her son for a meal. Delia trusted them both as far as anyone could trust a woman around a yummy shrinkee.

“I got another surprise,” Delia said in a singsong voice. The girls looked up at Delia with excitement. Maybe she got them mustard and ketchup for their shrinkees. Just then, the doorbell rang, Delia opened it and standing out their was Daisy Oak. The girls smiles dropped when they saw Daisy, or to be more exact, saw her bags.

“I asked Daisy to go with you. Isn’t that great?” Casey and Misty just stared. Just when things were starting to look good, something comes along and puts a monkey wench in everything.