Lying on her stomach and getting a nice tan sounded great to Misty. It was an added bonus that Ash would be there to give her a rub down all over. Just because Misty didn’t want Ash to do any deep cunt diving, didn’t mean she’d say no to her tiny boyfriend rubbing himself against her gluteus. If she couldn’t do the more dangerous things with Ash, then Misty would settle for the less harmful semi-erotic fun that could be gotten from a boyfriend that was half the size of a bar of soap. However, there was an even more powerful force controlling Misty then her desire to lounge around and get an Ash massage.

“Grrrrruuuuuuummmmmmmbbbbbbblllllllleeeee!”

“Is there a dog nearby? Cause I hear growling.” Misty blushed heatedly and covered her stomach, as Ash chuckled at his girlfriend’s discomfort. With all the excitement about the boat trip, Misty had forgotten to eat anything since the ball game. It was only now, when her stomach reminding her loudly, that Misty realized how hungry she was.

“I think we better get you something to eat. I’d hate for you to get the munchies during your tan and decide to have me satisfy your craving for yummy shrinkee flesh.” Misty nodded quickly, reluctantly having to agree with her boyfriend that food would have to come first before getting a tan. Although, she didn’t agree with his eating him comment. It would take a hell of a lot more then a case of the munchies for her to even consider snacking on Ash. Misty picked Ash up and placed him on her shoulder. She hurried out of their room, not wanting to take the chance of her stomach embarrassing her again. How could her stomach, something that she gave so much to, betray her like this? Maybe it was time to start cutting it off from what it wanted the most, shrinkees. As that thought entered her mind, it was quickly dismissed. If Misty stopped eating shrinkees, she’d only be hurting herself.

They reached the ships dining hall, where the buffet was being served. Both Ash and Misty’s eyes lit up as they took in smorgasbord in front of them. After eating food cooked over a campfire for years, Ash has grown to better appreciate the simple things in life, like salad bars and all you can eat dim sum. They had everything there, both western and eastern foods. Ash didn’t know what he was going to eat first, the riceball or the deep-fried chicken with biscuits. For Misty, you’d think that after eating over a hundred different shrinkees, she’d of grown bored of them, but when she saw the huge trays of shrinkees struggling to escape, but unable t scale the high trays, her mouth watered. There were so many of them and she could have as many as she wanted.

“I think I’ll start with a sushi or maybe the pizza? Mist, which do you think I should start with….” Ash stopped talking when he saw the glazed look in Misty’s eyes. He sighed, looks like he won’t be getting anything to eat until after Misty had her feeding frenzy. Like kid in a candy store, Misty rushed to the shrinkees, grabbing a plate and piling them on. Even though she was in a hurry, she was careful to select only the best of the bunch. Misty moved past the shrinkees that were too old or had bruises and selected only the youngest ones that were in the best condition. Before ling, Misty had a plate of struggling screaming men, ranging from the ages of nine and eighteen. Just as Mist placed her last shrinkee on the plate, a cry could be heard behind her.

“Casey, be careful. I’m not big enough to give you the Heimlich maneuver.”

Turning around, Misty and Ash saw the back of Casey’s head, Brad screaming on the table and Daisy sitting beside the pair looking like she was struggling to decide whether to faint or start screaming. Misty shared a look with Ash as they tried to decide if it was a good idea to sit with their ‘friends’.

“We could pretend we don’t know them?” Misty suggested meekly and Ash shook his head. Some people had the option to chose friend, but the odd couple had very few options for people that understood their relationship. Despondently, Misty turned to join the rest of the group at their table.

“Hi guys. How’s the… Waaaaa!” Misty cried and did a double take. Ash rubbed his eyes, not believing what he was seeing. Casey’s cheeks were ballooned out, squirm all over with the movements of the shrinkees inside her mouth. Her lips were partly closed, but tiny feet and arms could be seen trying to push their way past her lips. Casey’s whole mouth was bulging with enough shrinkees to feed five hungry teens.

“How many do you have in there?” Misty asked, both horrified at the amount of shrinkees in Casey’s mouth and intrigued by the idea of how many she could fit in hers.

“I lost track after the fifteenth,” Brad answered for Casey.

“Is she okay?” Ash asked, not liking the shade of blue Casey was turning.

“No she’s not. Casey refuses to spit them out and she cannot swallow them without choking. So she’s hoping that they’ll drown in her saliva and slid down her throat one at a time,” Brad sighed, not liking where this was going. In Casey’s haste, she had stuffed her face without realizing how hard it is to swallow even two shrinkees at once. Swallowing over a dozen of them was near impossible. So now, Casey had to decide whether to give up and spit out the shrinkees, taking a blow to her pride or slowly choke to death on shrinkees and keep her pride. So far, it looked like Casey was going to be the first person killed by shrinkees.

“Yah know, they replaced the toilet paper with shrinkees in the little girls room,” Misty said innocently.

When Misty finished saying that, Casey opened her mouth and coughed up nearly twenty, saliva drenched, gasping shrinkees onto her plate. Casey jumped to her feet, grabbing Brad off the table with excitement. “Come on, we gotta see this!” And then she was off, leaving behind a plate full of spit-covered shrinkees, to moan and beg for the sweet release of death.

“I think I lost my appetite,” Ash groaned and looked up at Misty, who was scarfing don on her first shrinkee. Casey puking up her shrinkees hadn’t deterred the girl from her uncontrollable hunger. Ash sat on her shoulder, wondering what it would take for Misty to lose her appetite.