Having a Ball
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“BURP”
After letting out a very unladylike belch, Misty scratched her armpits and picked her teeth. The food she’s procured from the restaurant was okay, definitely not as tasty as a young man, but it filled her up and that was all that mattered. She looked down at her tiny new slave, Ash. The boy was standing on his tiptoes to reach in between Misty’s own huge tootsies He was doing a pretty good job on her feet, even getting to the toe jam hidden between her toes. Seeing him do a good job reconfirmed Misty’s belief that keeping Ash as a slave instead of a meal had been the right decision. Tasty boys were plentiful, but a good slave was a lot harder to find. Misty knew that all too well.
“Come here, you.” Reaching down, she plunked the tiny boy away from her feet and brought him to her face. She gave him a good sniff and winced, she definitely wasn’t going to eat him now that smelling like feet. Hopefully, the smell would come out after a nice wash because traveling with someone that smelled like rank feet did not sound nice.
“Did I do a good job, mistress?” When Ash referred to Misty as mistress he said it a little snidely, but with good humor. Misty let it go because he had done a good job on her feet. Her feet had been feeling a little sore after traveling all day, but after Ash rubbed her feet, they felt completely refreshed. Of course, she wasn’t going to tell Ash all that, couldn’t have the help getting a big head.
“Not bad, but next time I’ll expect you to work more on my bunions. They needed more work.” Ash nodded, actually taking note of Misty’s order. He really was trying to do a good job and not just because his life depended on it. Misty glared for another second at her eager little slave, before her air of authority was ruined by big yawn.
“It’s getting late, time to hit the sack,” Misty said. On instinct, she started to shrink back down to normal, but she quickly halted the process when she remembered her slave. Staring back at the nude boy, he looked back at her confused by why she had suddenly stopped shrinking.
“Why’d you stop?” Innocently he asked and Misty huffed and pointed a reproachful finger at him.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I shrink down and you’re running as fast as you can out of town or better yet, you’ll beat me up as revenge for humiliating you.”
“What! I’d never hit a girl, even if she was going to eat me!” Ash screamed, deeply offended by Misty’s paranoia. Crossing his hands over his chest, his face creased into a scowl. Misty scrutinized the boy careful, trying to tell if he was lying. Ash never backed down, he could handle becoming a slave, but not being called a woman beater. He already lost his freedom; he wasn’t going to let his reputation go with it.
“You know, I believe you,” Misty said slowly. Ash nodded, glad that Misty knew he was a decent person, maybe she’d respect him more now. That hope was dashed when Misty began laughing at the tiny slave.
She managed to say between snickers, “You mister Ketchum have got to be either the best liar I’ve ever seen or the stupidest person in the world. Any sane person would try to get away from me, but you’d stick by even if I was helpless. If our positions had been reversed, the moment you shrinked down, I would kick you so hard in the balls, you’d have to piss out of your mouth!”
Ash winced at the very graphic example Misty had made, covering his open privates at such vivid imagery. Couldn’t she have just said she beat him? As Misty laughed and Ash whimpered, the giant tomboy reached into her belt and took out a very special pokeball she’d been saving. She hoped Ash appreciated this; the damn ball had cost her a bundle.
“Time to go to your new home. You’ll be staying in here until I regrow myself.” Ash stared at what was in Misty’s hand. It was a PersonBall. Since the discovery that people and pokemon were virtually the same, a special pokeball had been manufactured to carry people it. It looked virtually the same as the red and white variety, but apparently, it had special features designed for people. Ash tried to get away from the huge ball, which irritated Misty.
“Listen, you can either go into the ball willingly, or I can sit on you until you’re weak enough to go in without a fight. It’s you’re call.” Ash gulped at the ultimatum. He really didn’t want to be sent into a pokeball of all things, but the alternative seemed even worse. It was possible that Misty was bluffing about sitting on him to weaken him up, but could he really take that chance.
After letting out a very unladylike belch, Misty scratched her armpits and picked her teeth. The food she’s procured from the restaurant was okay, definitely not as tasty as a young man, but it filled her up and that was all that mattered. She looked down at her tiny new slave, Ash. The boy was standing on his tiptoes to reach in between Misty’s own huge tootsies He was doing a pretty good job on her feet, even getting to the toe jam hidden between her toes. Seeing him do a good job reconfirmed Misty’s belief that keeping Ash as a slave instead of a meal had been the right decision. Tasty boys were plentiful, but a good slave was a lot harder to find. Misty knew that all too well.
“Come here, you.” Reaching down, she plunked the tiny boy away from her feet and brought him to her face. She gave him a good sniff and winced, she definitely wasn’t going to eat him now that smelling like feet. Hopefully, the smell would come out after a nice wash because traveling with someone that smelled like rank feet did not sound nice.
“Did I do a good job, mistress?” When Ash referred to Misty as mistress he said it a little snidely, but with good humor. Misty let it go because he had done a good job on her feet. Her feet had been feeling a little sore after traveling all day, but after Ash rubbed her feet, they felt completely refreshed. Of course, she wasn’t going to tell Ash all that, couldn’t have the help getting a big head.
“Not bad, but next time I’ll expect you to work more on my bunions. They needed more work.” Ash nodded, actually taking note of Misty’s order. He really was trying to do a good job and not just because his life depended on it. Misty glared for another second at her eager little slave, before her air of authority was ruined by big yawn.
“It’s getting late, time to hit the sack,” Misty said. On instinct, she started to shrink back down to normal, but she quickly halted the process when she remembered her slave. Staring back at the nude boy, he looked back at her confused by why she had suddenly stopped shrinking.
“Why’d you stop?” Innocently he asked and Misty huffed and pointed a reproachful finger at him.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I shrink down and you’re running as fast as you can out of town or better yet, you’ll beat me up as revenge for humiliating you.”
“What! I’d never hit a girl, even if she was going to eat me!” Ash screamed, deeply offended by Misty’s paranoia. Crossing his hands over his chest, his face creased into a scowl. Misty scrutinized the boy careful, trying to tell if he was lying. Ash never backed down, he could handle becoming a slave, but not being called a woman beater. He already lost his freedom; he wasn’t going to let his reputation go with it.
“You know, I believe you,” Misty said slowly. Ash nodded, glad that Misty knew he was a decent person, maybe she’d respect him more now. That hope was dashed when Misty began laughing at the tiny slave.
She managed to say between snickers, “You mister Ketchum have got to be either the best liar I’ve ever seen or the stupidest person in the world. Any sane person would try to get away from me, but you’d stick by even if I was helpless. If our positions had been reversed, the moment you shrinked down, I would kick you so hard in the balls, you’d have to piss out of your mouth!”
Ash winced at the very graphic example Misty had made, covering his open privates at such vivid imagery. Couldn’t she have just said she beat him? As Misty laughed and Ash whimpered, the giant tomboy reached into her belt and took out a very special pokeball she’d been saving. She hoped Ash appreciated this; the damn ball had cost her a bundle.
“Time to go to your new home. You’ll be staying in here until I regrow myself.” Ash stared at what was in Misty’s hand. It was a PersonBall. Since the discovery that people and pokemon were virtually the same, a special pokeball had been manufactured to carry people it. It looked virtually the same as the red and white variety, but apparently, it had special features designed for people. Ash tried to get away from the huge ball, which irritated Misty.
“Listen, you can either go into the ball willingly, or I can sit on you until you’re weak enough to go in without a fight. It’s you’re call.” Ash gulped at the ultimatum. He really didn’t want to be sent into a pokeball of all things, but the alternative seemed even worse. It was possible that Misty was bluffing about sitting on him to weaken him up, but could he really take that chance.
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