Casey and Misty both headed to the breakfast table. They’re respective shrinkees stood on each girl’s shoulder, both with big grins on their faces. Ash’s smile was from the wonderful activities he’d done with his girlfriend the night before. Crawling between her legs and standing on her body as though it were landscape made Ash feel like he was in the presence of a goddess. It didn’t matter that said goddess was once his best friend who he once could look strait in the eyes. Nor did it matter that his heavenly deity liked scratching herself in public and enjoyed a good belching contest. Her beauty and kindness made all that seem unimportant. Ash still thought of Misty as his girlfriend, a equal partner in their relationship, but when they got into the bedroom and Ash pushing into her, looking deep within her body and knowing he could easily fit in their, it was hard to see Misty as anything, but a goddess. Ash held tightly to Misty’s neck, feeling her pulse through her skin. Misty believed that she was the one that got the most pleasure out of their bedroom romps, but Ash was the one left filled with awe and passion when he touched Misty’s colossal form. He only hoped that one day, Misty would allow him to sleep on top of her, either nestled in her pubic hair, surrounded by her pungent scent or between her small, but springy breasts. The risk of her turning over in her sleep was a small one, if it got him one night on top of the most beautiful woman in the world.

While Ash was happy with having his giant of a girlfriend to love, Brad was happy about having someone to hold and love his own size. To Brad, the idea of having sex with a normal woman with his size, was while seemingly very erotic, also terrifying. He wanted to feel safe while he was with someone, not afraid that she might crush him by rolling over. He tried to imagine himself between a woman’s legs, no bigger then her pinky, and he could only feel fright. There were so many ways to die when you’re between a giantess’s legs, their sex alone was a huge mouth that dragged you in and suffocated you. What was the point of having sex with some if you die in the process? That very question must be what pray mantises thin before their mates bite off their heads. What Brad found so enduring about Jessie wasn’t her body, it was the safety she offered. For the first time, in what seemed like a life time, he was actually a few inches taller then a woman. To see her sitting across from him, pretty, smart and most importantly his size, Brad felt something he hadn’t felt in a while, horny. As Casey will tell you, very willingly, Brad was a horndog. He loved sex, he loved girls and he loved being loved. Maybe the only thing he loved more then sex was his friendship to Casey. Brad couldn’t explain his affection to the energetic girl, maybe she reminded him of himself at that age, or maybe initially it was because she was the only person he could be with that didn’t have a penis, who he didn’t think about banging once. Without sex clouding his head, Brad had found a lifelong friend in Casey. Thinking about the purple haired girl reminded Brad where he was, and he grabbed hold of a few of Casey’s loose hairs to hold onto as she sat down at the table.

Casey and Misty sat across from each other, putting their shrinkees loves, both platonic and sexual onto the table in front of them. The two Pokemon trainer’s eyes met and they shared a smile.

“Have fun last night with your boyfriend?” Casey cooed, enjoying the bright blush that formed on Misty’s face. It always surprised Casey how once they had joked about cramming shrinking up their kiesters, treating it like an every day occurrence. While now, Casey even hints to her doing anything naughty with her boyfriend and Misty turns as red as a tomato. One day, Casey had to sneak a camera in their rooms and tape what those two do. If whatever Ash is doing to Misty is making her reserved, he must be either doing it really bad or really good. If it was the latter, maybe it was time Casey asked Misty to share. After all, aren’t friends supposed to share everything?

“Did Brad bang his slut?” Misty shot back, getting a roll of the eyes from Casey and an aghast look from Brad.

“Nah, the tramp kept her legs closed. Go figure”

“Hey!” Brad shouted, feeling he had to protect his hopefully soon-to-be-girlfriends reputation. “She’s not like that?”

“Give me a break. The girl wore a skirt smaller then Misty’s bra cup. If she wasn’t laying down for men, then she wouldn’t of dressed that way.”

“Don’t say that!” Growled Brad and Misty, who hadn’t liked the crack about her bra size. Brad crossed his arms over his chest. Refusing to argue over Jessie’s virtue. If he allowed the subject to drop, maybe Casey would to. However, Casey had someone else to chitchat to about Jessie’s virtue.

“Some times I saw her dressed up as a man. Probably trying to trick woman into sleeping with her and converting them to lesbianism.”

“What was with her calve high purple boots? Did she steal them off a hooker or something?”

“Did you see her boobs? Obviously, they are fakes. I always wondered if implants shrunk with you when you shrink, now we know.”

“Am I the only one that wondered what she did with her Arbok? A snake like that, with a girl that skanky, I don’t want to know where she put that thing.”

“Okay, enough!” Brad screamed. He’d had enough of this and he wanted it to stop, but seeing the happy grins on both girl’s faces from their talk about the hated woman, he knew that they wouldn’t stop anytime soon. Brad’s head slumped forward, as both girls compared theories about when Jessie first had sex and how often she did it.


In Casey’s room, inside the drawer by the bed, Jessie sneezed.

“Someone must be talking about me,” she grumbled, referring to the old proverb. She grabbed the corner of the cottony garment underneath her and wiped her nose. She froze when she took a sniff of the garment and tossed it away like it was on fire. She had forgotten that there was only one type of article of clothing in the drawer, Casey’s used, dirty panties. Jessie had tried to push it away, but hadn’t had the room or strength. She’d been forced to sleep on the soiled panties and was sure by now she smelled like the twerps crotch. Curling up into a ball, Jessie closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She wasn’t aware of how long she’d been in the drawer or when she would be let out. She only had one hope, that she’d get to wash up before Brad got a whiff of her. Wooing the former baseball star would be hard when you smell like prepubescent crotch.