Daisy wrinkled her nose in distaste. While Ash and Misty had retired to their rooms early and Casey and Brad had stayed behind for a movie, Daisy had been a bit more restless. She’d decided to go exploring and get involved in some of the activities the ship had to offer. She didn’t know how the SS Anne entertained its passengers before the shrinking crisis but most of its current activities were based around shrinkees.

Checking out the SS Annes massage parlor turned out to be a mistake. There were several compartments, each for a specific gender. Daisy checked in with a male receptionist who handed her a bucket with something heavy in it. It had a lid on top of it so Daisy couldn’t immediately peer inside.

“Don’t worry about returning them, do whatever you want with them. They were paid for when you purchased your ticket. There are twelve in each package but if you run out, don’t worry, we give free refills. They’ve all had 24 hours of masseuse training so don’t worry. They aren’t inexperienced, and yes, they do give ‘happy endings’.”

“Er, thank you.” Daisy felt like tossing the bucket back at him but she would end up hurting its contents. Too soft spoken and kind to cause a scene, and too nervous to walk out, Daisy made her way to one of the female massage rooms. Inside she found four other women stark naked. A bountiful big boned blond, a boney redhead in her thirties, and two young twins (probably 19 or 20) with matching silver hair and dark eyes.

“Welcome!” The blond smiled at her, the others just ignored the new arrival.

The plump nude woman patted the reclined lawn chair next to her, “Have a seat hon.”

“T- thank you, I will.” She sat down on the edge of the lawn chair yet made no attempt to stretch out or remove her clothing.

“My name is Daisy, pleased to meet you.”

“I’m Virginia, pleasure to make your acquaintance. A little to the left sugar.” It was then Daisy noticed a total of, what appeared to be, seven shrinkees traveling across the woman’s body. It wasn’t quite clear who the woman was talking to until she grabbed an ample amount of gut in her hand and lifted to reveal an eighth panting shrinkee. He made his way to the left, crawling on his hands and knees. When he was in position He disappeared underneath the flabby gut once more. Daisy wondered if the other four were also buried beneath her titanic gut, or inbetween one of her chins, or if maybe something else had happened to them.

“Take off your clothing darling, go ahead, relax and little your little guys get to work. I’m used to having bigger hands mahself. These little ones jus’ don’t cut it. No offense,” she told a tiny man in her larger than normal cleavage, “it’s just that there’s so much of Virginia to take care of it’s hard for even a full sized man. Always been a BIG eater.” She patted her gut with a giggled, the giggling that ensued caused many to lose their balance and fall.
“No offense taken, and I’m up to the challenge.” The man in between her breasts shot back with a smile.

“Well that’s sweet of you sugah. Do a good job and maybe I’ll-“

“Will you please shut up, you’re killing the mood.” The bony redhead interrupted in an irritated yet sophisticated voice. It was then Daisy noticed something was squirming in the woman’s pubic hair. Daisy watched in horror as one of the anorexic looking older woman’s fingers pressed down softly on the trapped shrunken man. He sunk inbetween her lips. The finger continued to go downwards till it reached the knuckle. The redhead gasped and retracted her dripping finger slowly; no shrinkee emerged. The redhead would have been more conscious of her actions if she had seen Daisy ogling her but the woman’s eyes were closed.

The tubby blond with the drawl humphed, “It was a free country last time I checked.”

“We’re at sea.” The red head murmured, not opening her eyes, a small argument ensued.

Daisy just sat their politely trying to mind her own business. The silver haired sisters said nothing. They just left their shrinkees travel their bodies massaging their skin. Ocasionally they’d bring down a thumb or index finger crushing half of their little helpers. They didn’t bother to wipe away the small blots of blood or the remaining legs or torso.

“Well mind your own business missy, I’ll say what I want. If you don’t like it tune it out.” Virginia snapped.

The redhead rolled over on her back with a sigh, clearly giving up. The shrinkees on her moved as fast as they could but most plummeted to the floor, “If any of you are alive down there get back up and and get to work. If I look down later and see you lounging about when you’re supposed to be pleasing me there will be hell to pay,” The redhead barked, her eyes still closed, “Now get to work on my back. Chop chop!” The remaining five did their best to please her.

Virginia was playfully smothering the man in her cleavage, “How do you like that? See, I know how to treat classy boys who’re good ta me.” She pressed her large mounds together and rotated them back and forth. Eventually she parted them to check on her little cowboy, he was unconscious.

“Hmmmm, guess I was just too much woman for ya, wasn’t I cowboy? Aww well.” She lifted him to her puffy thick red lips, “It’s like momma used to say, waste not want not.” The woman's throat was too thick to show a visible bulge.

Daisy felt sick to her stomach. These women were disgusting and cruel, all four of them. But she didn’t say anything. That would have been rude. Instead she just got up and left, bucket of shrinkees in hand.

……………………………..

Since they all had turned in rather early all were quick to wake (even Ash and Misty who had something of a workout). Ash looked like he had a hickie covering his entire body but it was worth it. Misty had caved and let him put more than just a leg inside of her. It also led to some extremely passionate kissing and sucking which actually did more damage to him than his spelunking. Regardless Ash felt like a million bucks. The two lovers and best friends had taken a long shower afterwards and decided to take another before breakfast. They'd be getting off later that day. The SS Anne was supposed to make port in a few hours.

Heading to the bathroom Daisy passed Casey. She looked at her warily. At first Casey was confused but then she remembered their conversation from earlier. She gave Daisy a Cheshire cat grin.

“M- morning Casey.” Daisy stuttered

“Morning Daisy, ahhhhh, I’ve got got a big appetite! I guess I’ll see you at the brunch buffet in a couple of minutes?” Daisy reluctantly nodded, “Cool, see you soon.”

Snickering to herself she made her way back to her room Daisy was still a little disturbed by Casey joking around with Brad. She thought Casey actually planned to eventually eat him! It was ridiculous! Of course when they had first met up she had but that was then and this was now. Daisy couldn’t tell a joke if it came up and bit her on the ass. But that was perfect! What if Casey decided it was Brad’s ‘time’ at breakfast. Her reaction would be hilarious.

She didn’t waste anytime sharing her thoughts with Brad, as soon as she walked through the door she sought him out on her bed’s pillow, “Hey Brad! I’ve got a prank I’d like to pull at breakfast. You might get a little wet though.”

Brad stood up and yawned, stretching, “I don’t know Casey.” He yawned a bit more, “A prank, on who? Misty?”