Ash fought back the tears and quickly recovered. Misty and Ash had confessed their love for each other several times since they'd left his mother's house. Once or twice Misty had mentioned in an offhand matter what it'd be like when they were married. Yet it had always been that 'I love you' that was customary to tell your girlfriend or boyfriend. It wasn't as heart felt as what they'd shared just a few seconds prior. That and it had always been sort of platonic. They'd traveled with each other for so long of course they loved each other. The same way that Ash loved Brock, or Brad loved Casey, but it wasn't the same love they felt for each other right now. Sure it was still there, but that was only one aspect of it, it was part of a greater love. Misty had grown emotional and her body had reacted as it was programmed to react. The walls became slicker and he felt a substance building up beneath him.

He wanted to get out of her nose and hug her as best he could. Sure he wouldn't be able to wrap his arms around her waist but the side of her cheek would do just fine. Ash pushed his sockless feet downward only to find his exit obstructed by a thick film of mucus, "Well that's just great." All and all though being in Misty's nose wasn't so bad. Sure he would have preferred a different orifice but he always enjoyed being in his girlfriend regardless.

Misty however was not taking things as well. She was furious at her bodies’ reaction. The crying and the snot build up had sealed her little love up her nostril. She only hoped it wasn't too hard for him to breath and that he wasn't completely disgusted with her (she obviously didn't feel the boner, or at least was unable to identify it). She wanted to smother him with kisses more than anything right now and swear her love and devotion face to face. She would even reswear her vow to never use shrinkees as sex toys and only as snacks, but she couldn't get to him while her body was betraying her.

Just then there was a knock at the door. Casey stood outside tapping her foot impatiently. Jessie had quickly become what she once despised more than anything, Brad's girlfriend. Back then she couldn't do much about it but now being more than twenty times her size she could snuff out the relationship prematurely at her discretion. Only problem was she'd afraid Brad would be furious with her. It hadn't been TOO long ago that he'd forgiven her for digesting their former friends. Sure he'd forgive her, Casey considered herself his one true friend, but he might not speak to her for a week or more!

Brad and his sluts....... It had been so long she had almost forgotten how angry she could get; giving him a sexual outlet for more than a day had been a stupid idea. She should have just ordered Jessie to put out immediately than plucked Brad out of her when he was done. *GULP* Brad would have been satiated, Casey would have a squirming treat in her gut, and all would have worked out. Unfortunately Jessie had smooth talked him and now ingestion wasn't a solution. She needed Misty's help. Despite being tomboyish she was less so than Casey, not to mention she was older, she probably knew how to appeal to boys better. Even if she didn't have good advice.... if Misty ate Jessie, and it didn't lead back to Casey, she couldn't be blamed for it could she? She really wanted to chow down on the big breasted redhead, break her down into calories and add her to her own body, but Casey knew sometimes you had to cut your losses. If she couldn't eat her without angering Brad, fine. She'd just get someone else to do it.

"Misty open up! I need to talk to you about Team *evil friend stealing dyke* Rocket."

Misty moaned. Not now! She and Ash were having a heart to heart, and he was currently trapped within her snotty nostril.

"Go away Casey." Misty choked out.

"Huh? What are you blubbering about?" She tried the door only to find it locked. Cussing under her breath Casey called out again, "Come on Mist, open up!"

"No! I don't want to talk to anyone now!!!............. And don't call me Mist, that's Ashy's nickname for me."

"It's not really a nickname." Casey argued lamely, "But I guess that's beside the point, I'm having Brad problems. Open up already!"

"No!"

Casey stared at the door a moment. Sighing she turned and went back to her room. She'd deal with Jessie soon enough, with our without Misty's aid. Back in her room she found the two snuggling on her sheets. Grumbling to herself she jumped up on the bed. Her impact caused the two love birds to fly into the air. Much to her amusement Brad smacked into her crotch. Jessie landed about 5 centimeters from the edge of the bed, much to Casey’s dismay.

“So, did you bone her yet?”

Jessie gasped at the young girl’s crass comment. Even being a tough Rocket girl, born into poverty, she was still more sophisticated than this twerp.

“Casey, don’t be so disgusting. There’s a lady present so try to remember your manners!” Brad chastised, he looked behind him to see Jessie was preoccupied.

She was dizzy from the crash and was having a little trouble standing up on the beds flexible surface. Brad stood up in Casey’s lap and waved her down, she leaned in, “Not yet, she’s a tough nut to crack.” Brad complained in a whisper.

Casey looked over at the Rocket and sneered, “Well if she isn’t satisfying you want me to eat her?”

Brad blushed in embarrassment; Casey hadn’t even tried to whisper back.

“You know sophisticated people like me and Brad don’t NEED sex to define our relationship. Talking is a great alternative and just as satisfying, but that’s something I wouldn’t expect an oversized twerp such as you to understand.

“Ummm, yeah.” Brad agreed less enthusiastically.

“…………. Okay, into the underwear drawer.” Jessie’s smug defiant face soon turned into one filled with dread, “Oh no, not again.”

“Come on Casey! I know how often you do the wash, that’s just cruel!” Brad was now a bit angry for real.

“Oh well, she should be providing the service we picked her up for.” Brad was upset, yeah, but in a few minutes he’d forgive her.

It was a bit disappointing to see how defensive he’d get on the Rocket sluts behalf, just for the mere possibility of sex! Brad must have been getting desperate, the playboy’s love life going down the tubes after being shrunk was have been pretty painful for him. Casey briefly considered jerking him off quickly with her index finger, whether he wanted it or not. It would probably do him some good. She thought better of it though. She promised herself she wouldn’t touch Brad without his permission. Putting away Jessie and setting Brad on her chest she placed her hand over him like a blanket. Brad was a bit upset but the comfyness of it all and the gentleness, from someone who was usually violent and ornery, caused him to sigh. He knew Casey was only doing this because she cared about him. Despite shrinking he’d somehow wound up in her heart instead of her belly. A testament to how strong their friendship really was despite Casey’s view on shrinkees and how she’d treated her former friends. Stroking her hand he closed his eyes and went to sleep.



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In the morning no one really wanted to discuss how their night went. For Ash and Misty it was a private affair and, despite the nose sealing incident, after Ash had gotten out and been properly washed they spent the whole night snuggling. It was a very special night for both of them despite what had happened earlier. Casey had enjoyed her Jessie free night but had to release her the next morning. Daisy didn't have much to say either, she had slept like a log. At noon the female trio and their shrunken companions set off for Prof Birch’s lab.


They’d deliver what Oak had given them and decide if they’d keep traveling or go their separate ways. Little did they know Professor Birch had made similar discoveries in the field of shrinkee resizing. In fact Birch had developed a prototype of a shrinkee resizer.

Soon their might be a device to counter the shrinking plague. Unfortunately, for now, it was extremely expensive to use. That and the effects were unkown. The Little Root Town scientists had yet to acquire a test subject. Sheila, an intern who’d been sent to pick up a dozen of them, ended up gobbling them up before she made it back to the lab. That presented another dilemma to the scientists. Even if they could reverse the effects would they want to? Shrinkees were now a staple in the common household diet. You couldn’t just take everyone’s favorite food off the market!

That was a problem for another day however. The prototype machine was still far off from being a potential ‘cure’. At most the scientists assumed it would restore a person’s size for a few minutes max. Also it would probably prove to be more effective on females than males seeing as how women were more resistant to the size reducing phenomena.