Ash sat on Misty’s though as she did her business, eyes closed and silent. He knew Misty valued her privacy and he couldn’t blame her. Often when he had to go to the bathroom, Misty would be hovering over him, making sure he wiped his ass properly. He had asked her no to watch him so closely when he was going to the bathroom, so it was only fair that he returned the favor.

He hummed to himself softly, as a tinkling sound echoed from underneath him. Ash knew where he would land if he fell off Misty’s thigh and the tinkling sound indicated that where he would land had just gotten more contaminated. When the sound had stopped, Ash almost turned around, but a loud grunt from Misty indicated that she was not done.

“Time to start adding more fiber to your diet, Misty?” Ash joked, right before hearing something plunk down into the toilet with a splash.

“I think you’re right, Ash. Maybe its time I started having my shrinkees in sandwiches and hotdog buns.” Ash nodded to this, then flinched slightly at the sound of another grunt, followed by a splash. He didn’t even want to think about what had just dropped into the toilet. It’s kind of a disturbing thought that Misty turds are probably bigger then him.

Misty let out a final grunt, letting go off the rest of last night’s meal and sighed. Why did she have to make those sounds in front of Ash? She was so embarrassed. Maybe it really was time to reexamine her eating habits. Since she’d stopped using shrinkees for sex, Misty has had more shrinkees then normal to dine on and although they were yummy, shrinkees could be a bitch to crap out. Speaking of shrinkees, Misty looked over at the ‘toilet paper’ with a broad smile. It was time to try out an additional use for shrinkees. Misty reached out beside her and pulled free one of the shrinkees from their fabric bindings. Immediately, the shrinkee started struggling in her hand, willing to take the risk of falling to the ground and breaking his neck rather then facing the horrible task that was in store for him.

Misty chuckled at the shrinkee’s feeble struggles and lowered him between her spread thighs. The shrinkee past by Ash, who was still humming and keeping his eyes closed. He passed under Misty’s pussy and he let out a final scream as Misty guided him face first towards her dirty rosebud. Muffled screams vibrated against Misty’s cheeks as she rubbed the shrinkee all over her dirty hole. Soon, all the waste was removed from Misty’s anus and running down the shrinkees abused body. If his mouth hadn’t been filled with crap, he would of vomited.
Just as Misty finished cleaning herself, she stopped rubbing her shrinkee toilet paper against her brown hole and took a moment to savor the power she was having over this once human male. She had humiliated and degraded him in ways that she had only dreamed about and although she had fed a few shrinkees to her ravenous butt hole, she had never used them to clean herself up. She reminded herself for next time to use any extra shrinkee for toilet paper and relive this experience.

As she relished her power, the shrinkee started buckling wildly. Some of Misty’s poop and gone down the wring pipe and the shrinkee was being chocked. Misty let out a sharp gasp, as without warning, the shrinkee buckled up and pushed his head pasted her relaxed anus. On reflex, Misty’s bum hole clenched on the inserted object and dragged the shrinkee up to his neck. Misty let go, leaving the shrinkee hanging in the middle of the air with only her anus wrapped around his neck.

“Misty, are you alright?” Ash had heard her gasp out and had forgotten her order not to look. He turned around and looked strait at the shrinkee with his head up his girlfriends butt. Ash froze at the sight, unable to take his eyes of the wrinkled ring of flesh hidden between Misty’s buttocks.

“Ash!” Misty cried, seeing her boyfriend’s eyes focused on her back door. She had promised Ash that she would stop using shrinkees for anything sexual and here she was, shrinkee lodged in her asshole. She could try to explain that it was an accident and she had only been trying to wipe her ass with the shrinkee, but was that any better? She had placed a shrinkee against one of her none oral openings, she didn’t know the rules, but that seemed a lot like cheating. Misty stayed silent, waiting to hear the angry retort from Ash, but instead Ash mumbled something softly.

“I think your shrinkee is dead.” Misty blinked and tested to see the shrinkee’s condition by squeezing her gluteus several times to feel his reaction. He didn’t even twitch. He had ether suffocated on her crap or hanged by her tight sphincter. Misty relaxed her anus and let the shrinkee drop into the toilet with a splash. She looked closely at Ash on her thigh to see if he was angry. He didn’t look at all upset, the only emotion he was showing was a bit of nervous excitement at seeing Misty’s crotch again. Misty was perplexed.

“Aren’t you upset that I was using a shrinkee… down there?” If Ash was hiding his distress, he was doing it very well. He blinked up at Misty, unable to understand what she meant.

“You don’t think…I’m jealous, do you?” Misty looked away suddenly, finding something interesting to look at on the stall wall. Ash chuckled with amusement, finding Misty’s embarrassment more interesting then her nearby crotch.

“Mist, do you really think that I would get jealous of a guy being used as toilet paper? Do you really think I wish I was chocking on your shit and hanging from your ass? Do you think I have a death wish?” Misty looked even more embarrassed. Ash had a point, what she did to shrinkees was not something any sane man would want. Ash had no reason to be envious of the shrinkee she had just sent to the great beyond. In spite of this, Misty realized something of interesting relevance.

“If you’re not bothered by me rubbing shrinkees against my backside, why are you so out of shape about me rubbing them on my crotch?”

“Well you see...um…I think that…ah…” Ash was left to ponder Misty’s question. He had asked her not to use shrinkees as sex toys, but that had been mostly out of fear that she didn’t find him attractive. Now that he knew how much he aroused her, it seemed a little stupid that he was so put off with her using shrinkees as dildos. Misty didn’t see them as people, so it wasn’t as if she was cheating. Also, they could do things that he couldn’t do because they are too dangerous. Misty no longer let him play around with her pussy, so the chances of her letting him have a little back door excitement seemed unlikely. So the question was, should he be bothered with Misty playing around with shrinkees?

“Lets talk about this later,” Ash grudgingly spoke as he tried to put his feelings together.

“Isn’t that what you said when I ask if we could have sex when you return to normal height? One of these days Ash Ketchum, I’m going to have you sit down and talk about sex in our relationship,” Misty said teasingly. She was just glad Ash wasn’t upset with her. She picked her diminutive boyfriend off her thigh and stood up to pull up her pants. She washed her hands and left the bathroom. Ash sat silently in her hand, trying to place his feelings on some matters of grave important, namely sex.