This was not a conversation Brad wanted to have with his, in some ways, ‘little sister’. Brad wasn’t really good at talking to girls in general. Being something of a celebrity he never needed to be smooth. They’d seek him out, they’d fuck, he’d leave, end of story, end of relationship. The only conversations that lasted more than a minute were the ones that involved an ex lover standing over him with a butcher knife boohooing over the fact that he ‘never calls her’ or ‘got her pregnant’ or ‘gave her herpes’. Brad didn’t buy the last two, not since the vasectomy (in his profession it was pretty much a prerequisite unless he wanted 30 Brad Jrs in his wake), and he was usually pretty good about using protection anyway. So Brad wasn’t a master when it came to dealing with women. Hell, he hardly knew his own trophy fiancée before his shrinking. So how could he possibly have a talk about puberty with a young girl? Casey seemed too young to him, there was a good chance it was all just shrinkee blood, but it would probably be best to err on the side of caution and explain to Casey about periods. Just in case, he didn’t want this drama again next month.

“Brad?” Casey was at a loss for words. She wasn’t panicking, though she had been feeling more emotional than usual as of late she still wasn’t the type to panic. Sure it unnerved her but she’d already acted weak enough in front of Brad for one day. She wouldn’t permit it to continue. She looked at her shrunken, he was the more worldly of the two, hopefully he would have an explanation.

“Well Casey, uh…… There’s a time in every girls live where they, er………. blossom?”

Casey looked at him with an arched brow.

“Er…… right. So the body is preparing for…. Uh……” Brad made a circle with one hand and started jamming two fingers through it repeatedly with the other.

“……. What?” Casey was only becoming more confused. All she wanted to know was why she was bleeding and here was Brad tongue tied and playing with his hands.

“Of course, the blood and tissue, it…. Uh….. You know, so you have to wear a tampon.” Brad finished up.

“Tampon?” Casey asked.

“You know, either cotton or shrinkee.” Brad shuffled his feet nervously, “So are we done with this conversation? Good? Good!”

“No we aren’t done! Explain to me why blood’s dripping out of me, please Brad.” Casey begged.

Brad sighed, why did he have to be the one to explain these things? She could have talked with Daisy or Misty, but oh no, she HAD to ask him. Brad started to explain again.


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A wet ash spread out on the fabric beneath him. They’d gone in for a quick dip but Misty was more interested in sunbathing on the boats lawn chairs. He could feel the heat raising up from Misty’s bikini pants. He wiggled a little, partially to get comfortable and partially to get a rise out of Misty. He succeeded. He heard her moan slightly. It was too much for Misty, even though she wouldn’t let Ash take the ‘plunge’ again until she found a way to keep him safe from her punishing muscles, thanks to his movements she was too horny to do nothing. Suddenly her hand came downward blotting out the sun.

“Having trouble getting comfy Ash?” Misty asked, “Maybe I could help.” She started moving her slowing up and down her fabric covered crotch. It was torture…….. extremely satisfying torture. It took all of her self control to keep from causing a scene, “Down here? Or perhaps up here? No, you liked down here more I’m sure.” Ash sighed as he felt the heat between Misty’s legs increase. He enjoyed the feeling of his nude wet body sliding over the smooth spandex like fabric.

“Maam, a drink to go with your snack?” A blond waitress offered.

Misty yelped. She looked at the waitress blushing, how much did she see?...... It didn’t matter, she wasn’t ashamed of her relationship.

“He’s not my snack.” Misty sniffed, “but yes, I would like a drink, thank you.” The waiter handed her a glass of fruit punch.

“Of course, some pets aren’t for eating. At least, not at first.” The waitress agreed, “He is a cutie.” Ash looked away in response.

He is isn’t he? Oh I could just eat him up! Not because of his taste mind you…….. Though truth be told he tastes pretty damn good too.” Misty and the Waitress laughed, Ash didn’t.

In addition to the tray of drinks he had balanced on one hand he had a roll of newspapers in the other, Misty didn’t read the news but something in the title caught her eye, “I’ll take one of those too.”

As the waiter walked away Misty set her drink down at her side and started reading the main article wide eyed.

“Misty, what’re you reading?” Ash noticed she’d gone wide eyed.

She knew she shouldn’t be too shocked, she’d considered it before. Casey seemed to believe it. All the paper did was confirm it. Conclusive testing proved shrinkees were the same after the shrinking. It was a hard thing to do considering the virus (or whatever caused the shrinking) came about by chance and selected it’s victims at random. But now it had been confirmed. Shrinking did not cause any function loss for the brain, nor did it limit it’s victim in anyway. The article finished up saying the new findings wouldn’t affect shrinkee sales or laws. Misty sighed setting the paper down. She liked to believe Ash was just one of the special few who somehow retained their personality and mental capabilities, but it seemed everyone did. So….. how did that make Misty feel? No different towards Ash, she was madly in love with him. But what about shrinkees in general?