Sitting beside Casey, Daisy was about to protest Casey eating the poor shrinkee, but before she could say any thing, Casey beat her to the punch. With a flick of her wrist, Casey launched the shrinkee into the air. As he was soaring through the air, Casey snapped her mouth forward and snatched the shrinkee in her mouth. Daisy grimaced at seeing the shrinkee eaten like popcorn. Casey had eaten him so casually and nonchalant, it made Daisy feel unwell to know how little Casey thought of the once batboy for the Electabuzz’s team. Daisy could no longer watch and she looked away, maybe if she ignored it she wouldn’t be so bothered

Inside Casey’s mouth, Stew was thrash about on Casey’s wet, slippery tongue. His movements rubbed his flavor into Casey’s tongue, stimulating her taste buds. Her tongue pushed Stew up into the roof of the mouth, rubbing him back and forth against the palate and giving him a few firm licks. Casey had to grin as she felt his tiny fists bang against her tongue. Stew had always had moxxy and it was nice to know he hadn’t lost that when he was shrunk. Tired of teasing her snack, Casey casually positioned Stew’s feet at the entrance of her throat and in a wave of saliva, swallowed him down with a wet gulp.

The sound Of Casey swallowing returned Daisy attention to the smaller girl just in time to see a tiny bulge begin to travel down Casey’s long, narrow throat. Daisy watched in mute horror as the shape of the wriggling bulge disappeared into Casey’s chest. In another few seconds, Casey let out a sigh at the feeling of Stew reaching her stomach and landing in a puddle of digestive acid. She smiled to herself as the movement inside her slowly diminished. Casey felt someone’s eyes on her and she turned to see a very pale Daisy watching her.

“What?” The only response Casey got was Daisy shakily getting to her feet and running off with her new shrinkee friend in tow. Shrugging at the sudden departure, she spotted Brad on a paper plate on the floor, trying to cram a French fry into his pin-sized mouth.

“Need some help, Tiny?”

“Naw, I got it,” Brads grumbled, as he ripped off a piece of the fry. Blowing on the hot fried food, he dipped his chunk into a puddle of ketchup beside him and slowly started to eat. He dug into his meal, enjoying the greasy taste of his ball game food. He had grown up eating this, hamburgers, hotdogs, fries had been his diet as a young kid and it brought back nice memories to eat it again. Speaking of kids, Brad watched from below, Brad saw Ash sitting on Misty’s lap trying to watch the game from his low vicinity. He frowned slightly at seeing him, they hadn’t even made eye contact since this morning and Brad hadn’t given much thought to the other shrinkee. They had only talked once and that had been when he had insulted his girlfriend. Brad still didn’t like Misty, he thought she was a bad influence on Casey and her desire for Brad to become Casey’s turd didn’t help much. However, he had never really given Ash much of a chance. Remembering Casey telling him to try and get along with the rest of the group, Brad decided to offer the olive branch to Ash.

“Hey Ash, want to share some fries with me?”

Both Misty and Ash were taken off guard by the question, nether had expected to hear from Brad after this morning. Misty narrowed her eyes at Brad and sneered. Did he think he could buy Ash off with junk food? Oh no, her Ash was going to have nothing to do with that bastard that they were being forced to associate with.

“I think…”

“Sure I’ll eat with you,” Ash said cheerfully, interrupting Misty as she was talking. Ash didn’t have anything against Brad, but he did resent the older shrinkee a tad for his rude comments to Misty. nevertheless, he could understand the shrinkee lashing out at Misty. Ash loved Misty with all his heart and although she treated him exceptionally well, he knew her attitude could get on some peoples nerves. He’d give Brad another chance, but the first comment he makes about Misty is going to earn him a knuckle sandwich.

Grudgingly, Misty put Ash down next to Brad. If Ash wanted to talk with the little bug at her feet, that was fine. Maybe after seeing how pathetic the other shrinkee was, Ash would have a better understanding of how special he is. To Misty, all other shrinkees were maggots compared to her Ash.

“Hi,” Brads said tensely to Ash while he was being lowered onto the plate beside him. Now that Brad had Ash alone, he really didn’t know what to talk about. They were so different in so many ways. Ash was into Pokemon, Brad was into sports. Ash was a kind-hearted kid that tried to get along with everyone, Brad was a bold young man that liked to mess around and have fun. Ash had a loving girlfriend, scores of loyal friends and a mother that loved for him greatly, Brad had only Casey. Then it hit Brad and his eyes wandered up to Casey. When there is nothing else to talk about, there’s one thing you can always fall back on to break the ice, embarrassing stories about friends.

“Did you know that Casey once slept with a teddy bear named Mr. Jiggles?” Brad snickered. Ash’s eyes widened and he stared up at Casey in disbelief. Tough, ruff Casey once owned a teddy bear?

Ash got the idea behind what Brad was trying to do and gave the elder shrinkee and mischievous smile. “That’s nothing, Misty turns into a fraidy cat at the sight of any bug Pokemon. When my Caterpie turned into a Metapod, she nearly wet her pants because she was so close.” The boys chuckled, while Misty looked down at them with a frown. What were they saying? She couldn’t hear a thing from so far away. Bah, probably isn’t important, she thought as she returned to watching the game. Out of the corner of her eye, Misty spotted Casey on the edge of her seat, looking gravely serious at the field.

“What’s got you so wound up?” Misty asked and Casey slowly turned to look at the redhead.