Casey spat over the railing, “This is humiliating. It’s only the bottom of the second and already we’re down by six.” The young girl shook her head amazed, “How long is it going to take for them to get their act together and stop sucking?”

Misty shrugged not really sure how to consol the disappointed fan, “It’s only a game Casey.” She suggested. Bad choice of words.

“Only a game?! Only a game?!! Please Misty, I’d prefer you just keep your mouth shut rather than talk out your ass.”

“Excuse me?” Misty asked, a little shocked by Casey’s harsh reply.

Casey wasn’t paying attention. Just then the Electabuzz third baseman missed an easy grounder allowing the loaded bases to completely empty. Casey was so pissed she tossed her ball cap to the ground, “Did you see that Stew?!” She growled, waving a fist at the baseball diamond. It took her a second to remember she’d eaten the young boy, “Hey Stew, Stew!” She patted her belly irritated, hoping for some response.

When Casey got happy or angry at a ball game she liked to cheer or jeer with a fellow fan. Stew was still alive inside of her but he had other things on his mind besides the ball game. Casey half expected to hear a voice come out of her belly and mirror her disappointment with the Electabuzz’s. When all she heard was the faintest of screams she instead turned to look down at Brad. He was talking to Ash. She plucked him up off the bench and brought him to her face.

“Can you believe this? Domingo hasn’t struck anyone out for three games straight; and I think our outfielders are getting worse! How could Johnson not of caught that pop up?”

“Beats me, the team really does look like it’s gone to hell.” Brad confessed.

Casey sighed and nodded wearily, “Yeah….. Those were the days.”

“Well look on the bright side, the worse they are the easier it will be for you to join!”

“Har har, funny asshole. I’m plenty good, I could easily replace anyone on the team. I’m just not old enough.”

“Or male enough.” Brad observed.

“That’s true too, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.” Casey sat down sullenly tightly gripping Brad. Eventually she loosened her grip and set him on her shoulder.

Seeing her opportunity Misty reclaimed her tiny boyfriend and brought him up to her lips, “Casey takes this stuff too seriously.” Misty whispered, Ash nodded.

Misty smiled down at him and quickly gave him a peck on the cheek (really the whole upper half of his body. Setting him down on one of her thighs she went back to watching the game occasionally stroking Ash with one of her massive fingers.

The game was a complete blow out. It became quite clear that Casey wasn’t on the friendliest terms with the new Electabuzzs. She flicked them off as they left the diamond; the team returned the gesture by cussing her out. Casey stormed out of the stadium with Misty and Daisy not far behind, “Miserable talentless bastards…… aw well, there’s always next week.”

“Don’t kid yourself kiddo.” Brad shook his head, sickened as well by the game, “The Electabuzz just aren’t a competent team anymore….. Oh how the mighty have fallen.”

The two of them were, understandably, depressed for quite a while after the game. Eventually the fivesome headed for the ship that would take them to their next destination. The port was actually a little bit outside of Viridian City. The ship, the SS Anne, would take them away to the other continent. Once there they could relay Prof Oak’s information and finally start hunting those rare water pokemon. Misty couldn’t help but shiver.

They boarded the boat without any problems. The ship provided many more features/services than the last time Ash and Misty had visited it. Though it still took them from continent to continent it had evolved into something of a pleasure cruise. The ship’s waitstaff were all well toned young men in great physical condition. Tropical drinks were served with an impaled shrinkee (umbrella’s sticking out of their chests). There were onboard massage parlors that used shrinkees. You let them loosen up your muscles and then you eat them. The boat had Jacuzzi’s built into it, on onboard pool, decks for tanning, and an excellent buffet of living and nonliving food.

The group split up and each (fully sized) member went their separate ways. Casey went to check out the massage parlor with Brad. Daisy, who’d been reduced to ‘bag girl’ status, went to unload their luggage in their respective rooms. Misty decided to have a romantic stroll around the boat talking with her Ashy. Things started off well enough but Misty soon felt some slight pressure in her bowels. It began to build. ‘Damn shrinkees, some days they just go right through me.’ Misty considered leaving her Ash in the hands of one of the many male crew mates but quickly thought better of it. She’d only trust her Ash to someone she was positive wouldn’t harm him (whether intentionally or through negligence).

“Ash dear, I need to take a quick bathroom break.”

“Sure Mist.” Ash was shocked when, after locating a restroom, Misty marched inside with him still in hand.

“Uh…… Misty…”

Finding an empty stall Misty pulled off her suspender straps, unbuttoned her jean shorts, and slid them and her underwear down to her knees. It was nothing Ash hadn’t seen before but it was quite a new experience. Sitting down on the toilet she set Ash on one of her meaty thighs, “Don’t you dare peek Ash Ketchum!” Misty blushed, Ash had done some serious muff diving with her but she still didn’t want him to see her do her business.

For the most part she just didn’t want to gross him out. Peeing would be embarrassing enough but she had to do a bit more than that. Turning to look at her boyfriend, to make sure he wasn’t peeking, out of the corner of her eye she spotted the SS Anne’s toilet paper. Human beings, shrinkees, all threaded together. They were shackled with a think soft fabric by the wrists and ankles. They came in twos to give the toilet paper some width. Misty had never had the pleasure of wiping her ass with live shrinkees before.