Daisy sighed, exhausted. Everyone was so hostile towards her. She stared at the group. Casey’s shirt was pulled up partially so she could pat her tummy. Brad was using her exposed belly button as a seat. Ash was inbetween Misty’s legs and the two were staring intently at each other with big smiles. She had Ash’s best interests at heart. Couldn’t Misty see that? And how could a girl who loved a single shrinkee so much be bursting at the seams with hate for shrinkees as a whole? It just didn’t make any sense to Daisy and she was tired of trying to figure out. Maybe some time alone would help her clear her head a little, “Fine,” Daisy told the party stiffly, “I’ll go out into the woods and see what I can scrounge up.”

Misty scrunched up her nose in distaste.

“Are you alright Daisy? You seem a little on edge.” Ash glanced up worriedly at his former baby sitter. Daisy smiled wearily, “Thank you Ash. It’s good to know at least you care about how I’m feeling. I…… I’m fine. I just need some time alone.”

Ash suddenly felt depressed, Daisy was very close to him and he hadn’t done much to make her feel welcome. And since Gary had died so recently, and at their hands……, “Daisy, I’m sorry if I haven’t given you enough attention, and I’m sorry if the others were rude to you. I’ll try to put a stop to it.”

Daisy’s small smile grew slightly, and this time it actually seemed genuine. Still her eyes didn’t have much hope in them, “Thank you Ash, I appreciate your words but I don’t think you’ll be able to change anything. Certain people” She made sure to stress those two words, “are too set in their ways to change…. But you’re sweet for worrying about me. I can see why Misty cares for you even if I can’t understand anything else about the girl.”

“I’ve heard about enough.” Misty mumbled, she had let Daisy ramble on long enough. She was upsetting Ash, and that upset Misty. She couldn’t tell Daisy to shut up though because that would’ve just made things worse. But now Daisy had started attacking Misty in front of her boyfriend and she just wasn’t going to stand for it.

“Fine, you’re right, that’s enough.” Daisy turned and went off into the woods to try and locate some edible shrooms.

“You okay Ash?” Misty asked softly after Daisy left.

“Of course Mist, I’m fine. It’s just Daisy I’m worried about…… Could you two try to get along? For me?” Ash looked up at his girlfriend hopefully.

“I’m……. er…… I’m not being confrontational with her.” Misty tried to defend herself.

“No, but you’re being quite cold. Talk to her, make her feel welcome, smile at her every once in a while, and not those sadistic smiles I’m used to getting. Can you do that for me? Please?”

“…….. Yes…… And I’m sorry for not making your friend feel more welcome sooner.”

“Thanks Mist…… You’re the best.”

“N-no I’m not.” Misty blushed crimson.

Casey handed the scarlet trainer a slice of bread and two shrinkees, “For the couple.” She said in her classiest accent, which just made her sound obnoxious.

“Um, thanks Casey.” Misty tore off a small piece of bread and extended it towards Ash, “Are you hungry honey?” Ash took the bread off her index finger greatfully.

“And for you honey? Sweetie, sugar plum, Bradly waddly?” Casey cooed, imitating the two “Why thank you honey lips, angel face, princess…….. wha? This is just a crumb of crust! You know I like the white stuff you evil bitch!”

“Whoa!” Brad soon found his face stuffed in his biggest fan’s belly button, “Don’t say that, I’m a lady!” Casey growled.

Normally Misty would get her hopes up and expect the baseball obsessed girl to pop the impudent shrinkee…… but Brad had been in their party long enough for her to realize this was just the two playing, not fighting. Misty didn’t think she’d ever seen them actually fight or argue for real, if they had it was behind closed doors. She turned back to Ash, “I’m sorry we only brought bread. I should have grabbed you something else.”

“This is fine.”

“No it isn’t. I’m just…… selfish. I worry about myself above you. I made sure we’ve got shrinkees but I don’t have any grapes or cheese for you?” It had been such a good day and now she was starting to feel like crap. Ash gave her one of the best nights of her life and this is how she repaid him? Bread?

“Misty….” Ash looked at her sadly, “Please don’t put your self down. It makes me feel bad.”

“I don’t want that.” Misty told him honestly.

“Then smile and don’t beat yourself up over nothing.” It was a little forced but Misty smiled down at him…….. She’d make it up to him, soon.

Misty took one of her two naked shrinkees. He had dark brown hair and a smudged looking face. He wouldn’t have been Misty’s first candidate but beggars can’t be choosers. Misty set the screaming man within her jaws as Ash went back to nibbling his bread.

“What did I do to deserve this?!” The man was crying tears into Misty’s tongue, she wasn’t aware of them though. They were too small and the taste too plain and subtle. She sucked him gently, trying to get that oh so special shrinkee flavor out of him. He was pressed against her palette than released.

He tried to beat the powerful muscle away with just his fists but it was relentless. It continued to slather him with saliva, covering him from head to toe. He was coated again and again and soon the soft spongy mass had made contact with his genitals one too many times.

Misty felt the small woody. Normally she’d have a little fun with a meal if it got a boner but a lot had changed since Ash had become her boyfriend. Though she had to admit she had urges which were somewhat hard for Ash alone to satisfy she’d be completely loyal to him. No more sex toys, no more…… well…… for lack of a better word, raping her meals. She was done with it. Ash was the love of her life. It had taken them a while to admit it to each other, they’d been simply best friends for so long, but now that it had been established Misty lost a lot of the desire to use shrinkees as sex toys. She often only used them when she was fantasizing about Ash anyway. Now she had the real thing and it was Soooooooooo much better.

The man slipped backwards and was washed down her throat before cumming. If he had though Misty wouldn’t have considered that cheating. It wasn’t really her intent and besides, it added a welcome bit of flavor to the meal.

Misty burped softly into her finger tips. Taking her other remaining shrinkee she quickly gobbled him up. He left a sour after taste in her mouth. She couldn’t quite detect it.

“Ugh, I’ve had better.” She looked into Casey’s bag, “Huh?! Casey, where the hell did you get all these things?”

“Lavatory.” Casey shot back between mouthfulls of squirming shrinkee. She was trying to swallow three at a time. A much more manageable sized group than what she’d attempted to eat aboard the SS. Anne.

“I’m sorry, excuse me?” Misty asked, not believing her ears.

Casey finished off her prey with a gulp and gave the tiny man on her belly a high five, “The bathroom!” she repeated, more interested with Brad than Misty.

Misty’s face paled, “You fed me toilet paper?!”

“Er…… maybe? Aw, what the hell does it matter?! They were washed and clean!” Misty didn’t say anything, she just glared.

“Misty…… Daisy left a while ago. I’m a little worried. Could you go check on her?

Misty’s anger faded away when she realized Ash was talking to her, “Oh?....... I’m sure she’s fine but I’ll go check up on her.”

“Thanks Mist.” The giant girl, in comparison to her boyfriend at least, stood up and walked out of the campsite into the woods.

“Tomorrow I’ll try to do five.” Casey confided.

“You’re gonna choke again.” Brad shook his head.

“Like hell I will! Just you wait and see.”

“Casey can I ask a favor of you?” Ash asked, “I really need something from you.”

“Hm?” Casey asked looking up from her exposed gurgling belly.

“And what’s that?”

“It’s not sex is it?” Brad interjected, “Because I’m going to have to send you away if it is. If you can’t get what you need from that titanic redhead, fine, cool, look elsewhere, but don’t look to Casey. She’s all mine.” Brad laid back and spread his hands across the meaty tan plain.

“I’m yours am I?” Casey grinned down at him.

“Yup, and if Ash wants a ride too bad…. Unless, of course, he’s willing to pay up. Then he can have as many rides as he wants!”

“…… Hey!”

“No that’s not it. I was wondering if, when we get to Littleroot, we could visit a jewelry store.”

Casey looked up from what she’d been doing. She’d pulled her elastic pants back and was playfully threatening to drop Brad in. Though he was more like family to her she couldn’t help but get excited by his proximity to her more private areas. Still, she’d been thinking about trying to find him a shrinkee girl friend. Ash’s words snapped her out of her fun and games and she almost dropped Brad into the moist pit a dozen feet or so (from his point of view) below him.

“A jewelry store? You mean you’re...” Casey started.

“I just want to get Misty a little something. A bracelet, a good luck charm, some earings. I’m not sure yet but I’ll need your help to shop for them. I want it to be a surprise!”

“Well I guess….. Hey Brad, why don’t you ever buy ME jewelry?”

“I’ll consider it if you get me away from that drooling monster.” Brad promised.

“….. Whoops, sorry!” She pulled out her thumb and her shorts and panties snapped back into place. She dropped Brad and he bounced softly off her crotch, “Brad, you dog!”

“Shut up, you did that on purpose.” He grinned up at her, “Did not, ngyaaaaaaa!!!!” She leaned forward, sticking out her tongue, Brad did his best to punch it.

“Uh….. okay, guess we’ll continue this conversation later.” Ash let the two have there fun, he walked back to his seat and waited for the return of Misty and Daisy. Eventually the two returned from the forest. Daisy looked significantly happier. Ash smiled, Misty had talked to her and at least pretended to warm up to her. That was good. Soon enough they all settled down for the night.

………………………………….


When the group made it to Oldale they noticed something strange outside Oldale. There were a dozen or so women with signs marching back and forth chanting.

“I wonder what’s going on.” Daisy commented.

“Yeah.” Misty agreed.

As they got closer it was Casey who finally identified them, “Uh oh….. protestors!”

Sure enough there was a small group of shrinkee’s rights activists marching around with signs of young cute children on plate waiting to be devoured by an ugly ogress of a woman, shrunken kids being used as sex toys by those old enough to be their great grandmother, and shrinkees hugging and getting along with model like women in a rainbow splashed wonderland.

It made Misty want to hurl. It wasn’t surprising though after the shrinkee article she read. There were probably quite a few protests and demonstrations going on throughout many other towns.