Misty got out of bed and reached for her tiny pair of shorts on the floor. She wiggled into them, making sure to put a little extra wiggle in so Ash could watch her curvy booty go into the tight clothes. Watching Misty’s firm behind wiggle put a smile on the tiny boys face, which in turn put one on Misty. Knowing that Ash was attracted to her body, made Misty feel very sexy. Her sisters used to tell her that her ass was flabby and her chest too small, giving Misty plenty of issues about her body. However, seeing Ash so attracted to her, made all those doubts seem like bull. Who cared what her sisters thought of her body as long as her lover found her attractive. Pulling her suspenders up, Misty fixed her hair. All that buckling she’d done had made her hair go frizzy, but with a swish of her hand, she had it in a more presentable form. Her sisters would of frowned at her slapdash way of styling her hair, and demand she it down and spend hours making it more presentable. Luckily for Misty, her sisters were on another continent and even if they were in the same room as her right now, Misty no longer had to listen to her bratty sisters. She had become her own woman, with a loving man at her side and no one could tell her how to live her life. Blowing Ash a kiss, which he caught and pressed against his cheek, Misty left the room and entered the other room, looking for her two snacks.

“Oh Team Rocket,” Misty sang. “Come out and play!”

A big smile was on Misty’s face. She’d never eaten anyone she knew before they shrunk. All her prey was faceless shrinkees that looked all the same to her. In truth, Misty wasn’t sure she could eat someone she recognized. She had met so many people during her travels with Ash and most of them had been so sweet and interesting. It was hard for Misty to imagine eating someone less then a year ago she’d sat down with and befriended. Misty never wanted to find herself choosing between an old friend and a full stomach. Lucky for her, or more importantly, unfortunately for Team Rocket, Misty thought they were many things, except friends. Years of having those two idiots try to catch Pikachu and other Pokemon had given Misty a great feeling of loathing for the pair. Hunting Pokemon was something Misty hated, it was one thing to catch them and train them for battle, but Team Rocket tried to enslave Pokemon to o their bidding. There should be trust and love between a trainer and their Pokemon. Just thinking of those bastards forcing Pokemon to battle made Misty sick. If that wasn’t enough to dislike them, then the fact that they were also as annoying as hell was the clincher. After hearing, ‘prepare for trouble, and make it double,’ more times then Misty could count, her last nerve was shot. She’d rather hear a Persian run his nails down a chalk board then listen to those two say that stupid speech. Maybe Misty would make them say it one more time after she swallowed them, their last words should be their annoying catch phrase.

“Olly olly oxen free!” Misty giggled, walking towards the table where she’d left them. Her smile fell, when she saw no sign of the two bungling Pokemon thieves. A moment of panic filled Misty; as she looked down to see if they had jumped off the table. She wasn’t so afraid of them being dead, as she was of them no longer moving so eating them wouldn’t be as fun. What was the point of swallowing your oldest, most annoying enemy if they were already dead?

A scan of the floor brought up no broken tiny bodies. They couldn’t of gotten off the table without being at least injured, so where were they?

“Hey, cut it out! That mustards cold!” Laughed a tiny, high-pitched voice that Misty knew too well. Sighing, Misty scolded herself for leaving two living shrinkees behind with a crazy girl that loved abusing the little people even more then her. Misty looked to where the voice was coming from and saw Casey sitting in an easy chair in the corner of the room holding a hotdog bun. A hot dog bun with a tiny, squirming, laughing man inside. Misty growled, not only did Misty steal her shrinkees, she also taken her condiments. Stomping towards Casey, who was carefully applying the right amount of mustard to her relish, mustard and James hotdog, Misty got ready to take back her shrinkee dinner.

Standing tall in front of Casey, misty held out her hand and told her to hand over James. “Give me that tiny little punk, Casey. He’s going to my belly along with that girl shrinkee.”

“Can’t do, Mist,” Casey said, giving James one last squirt in the middle of his legs. He made a cooing noise as the cold yellow condiment covered his genitals. He’d never done anything like this, but it was kinda nice compared to the corporal punishment he usually got from Jessie. He wondered ideally why Casey was doing this, but ignored that feeling for now.

“Why not?”

Sighing, Casey put the Jamesdog between her legs and looked at Misty. “You can’t have Jessie because she’s a woman and Bread needs a woman. The guys got a libido the size of mine, honestly, if you were prettier or I wasn’t seen as a kid, he’d probably of started humping us weeks ago. He needs sex to keep on going and for now, Jessie is his outlet. But don’t fret, once Brad gets tired of her, you can do the honors and swallow the slut down.” Casey grinned, hiding the fact that she was lying. Only one person was going to eat Jessie when the time came and that was her. It wouldn’t be long until the little slut tried to put a wedge between her and Brad, like all the other sluts he dated. But unlike them, Casey would be able to take her vengeance out on Jessie. She planned to eat the little woman, but not before a little torture. Casey had never used a shrinkee woman before as a dildo, she wondered if they felt different then men?

“Fine,” Misty reluctantly agreed. “Then give me the male. Unless Brads decided that he’s pitching for both teams now, I don’t think we’ll be needing to keep him around.”

A grimace outlined Casey’s face, she didn’t have reason to keep James’s other then her own gluttony. She looked into the hotdog bun and saw James had sat up. He hadn’t figured out why Casey had put him in a bun, but he had noticed Misty and heard her plans for him. He started whimpering and trying to get out of the hotdog bun to escape from Misty, but all the condiments caused him to fall forward. A cries for help came from the hotdog bun, as James screamed himself horse. Casey had seen some pathetic displays from shrinkees, but James had to be by far the most pathetic, wimpiest, miserable, feeble display she’s ever seen. Watching such a weak and pathetic creature made Casey’s pulse quicken and make her extremely horny. She had just found the ideal dream shrinkee for any woman that loved to dominate.

Thinking fast, Casey pulled the waistband of her pants out and tilted James out of the hotdog bun and into her underwear. Casey flinched as the mustard and relish covered former member of Team Rocket rubbed against her vagina. Still holding her panties open to see the tiny man in her crotch, Casey grinned sheepishly at Misty.

“Sorry Misty, but I’m using little James here as my personal sex toy tonight. You’re free to use him once I’m done having my way.”

“Uuuh…no thanks,” Misty said, her nose wrinkled in disgust. There wasn’t enough soap and water in the world to get Casey’s stench off a shrinkee once it’s been in her twat. Misty might love the taste of shrinkees, but not when they’ve been marinated in another woman’s cunt. Feeling depressed that her meal had been ruined, Misty sulked towards her bedroom. Maybe Ash could make her feel better.

“Sucker,” Casey snickered. Although, it did cause a small problem, she couldn’t eat James now that he’s been in her panties, at least not until a nice long wash in the sink. But the bathroom is connected to her room, which is currently in use by Brad and his bimbo.

“Mrs. Casey, thank you! You saved me from the twerp!” James cried up to her, tears running down his cheeks and eyes looking up at her in adoration. Casey ignored the thanks and focused on the mess in her underwear. James had been covered in crumbs, relish and mustard when she dumped him in there. Now all of that was smeared all over her hairless cunt. That just wouldn’t do.

“Shut up,” Casey growled, straight away causing the thanks to stop.

“Clean me up down there, with your tongue,” Casey added, grinning savagely at James, who immediately went to work. Casey sighed and sank into the easy chair. James’s tiny tongue went to work on the lips of her sex, cleaning off the mess he’d inadvertently caused. Casey hummed to herself, thinking that this evening had turned out a lot better then she thought it would.