Eating Breakfast Before Hitting the Road
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 32
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
Misty couldn't help but smirk to herself. To an extent she was glad Ash had stood up to her, silently defying her, it showed he had a backbone. With previous slaves disobedience was grounds for elimination, it would only be a matter of time before her property turned against her. She'd been hit from behind before, it wasn't something she wanted to experience again. Yet Ash seemed different. He came off as honest and loyal, qualities that were rare in people.... probably because people like him didn't last long. Honesty, kindness, integrity, meh, Misty didn't see the point. Acting nice never got anyone anywhere. Still, she wouldn't hold it against him. There was actually something refreshing about it.
It was finally starting to dawn on Misty that, due to his sense of duty and non rebellious nature, she might have Ash for a while. That came as something of a shock. The few slaves she had in the past hated her with a passion and even after punishments such as scrubbing them against her armpits or sucking them halfway up her ass they still gave her back talk and hateful glares. These punishments were, of course, carried out when Misty was in her giant form. Ash, though he could be a bit stubborn and naive, really didn't seem to have anything against her. Though she still spoke to him harshly she couldn't bring himself to give him some of the more humiliating and disgusting tasks such as tissue (which involved her slave and their clothing being a substitute for her in her giant form) or toe nail clipping duty which was usually time consuming and extremely difficult (this too she forced her slaves to perform after growing in size). With Ash though it would just seem needlessly cruel. Heck, she even felt guilty just using his face as a cushion. She wasn't quite sure why she felt the way she did but it was a tad annoying. Knowing that she was going to be keeping her slave for more than a few days, a first for the girl, she realized she'd have to start feeding him on a regular basis. It was something Misty never really had to do in the past. Now she'd have to start paying for his meals in addition to hers...... and he'd already cost her a custom made bike! 'You're just gonna keep on burning a bigger hole in my pocket, aren't cha Ketchum?' she sighed mentally. Well, he could always just eat her leftovers. Misty usually licked her plates clean but she'd start making sure she left the boy some scraps. That way she wouldn't have to pay anything extra.
Misty retracted her arm, "All right, let’s go."
Slightly suspicious Ash followed his master into the waffle house.
"Hmmm, lets grab a booth, I feel like stretching my legs some." Misty nabbed a booth and Ash sat down across from her. The next thing he knew her sneakers were in his lap, "Well, get busy."
Ash nodded, it didn't take a genius to figure out what Misty wanted. He pulled off her shoes and peeled off her socks. Misty wiggled her toes in delight more than ready for another massage. Ash had done a damn good job when she was a giant so she was expecting even better service while she was normal size. Misty started moaning as Ash got to work kneading her calluses.
"Um, sorry but we have a dress code. You need to have pants and a shirt to be served. The two kids turned to see their waiter, a male teen 5 or 6 years older than Ash, who looked visibly annoyed.
"He's with me." Misty explained in an offhanded manner, "Now, I'd like-"
"I'm afraid your little friend needs some clothes. If you refuse to change you two will have to go." The waiter cut her off impatiently.
Misty frowned at that, "Look bucko I said he was-"
"And I said get your sorry behinds out of here and come back fully dressed!" The man snapped loud enough that people in the immediate vicinity looked over curiously.
Misty was fuming. She considered growing and having rude teenager instead of waffles for breakfast, but that would mean aborting Ash's excellent foot massage and it just felt sooooooo good.
Instead Misty opted to give him a display of her power. Ash gasped as the feet he was working on swelled and expanded. Misty shot up a few feet, not enough to touch the roof or even to damage the booth, but enough for everyone to take notice. She was a power user. There were a few shrieks as some darted for the door, one man got on his knees and groveled for his life, a few men in women just sat passively as if a young girl growing was an everyday occurrence. Shrinking down to normal size Misty ignored them all, she was too busy glaring at the impudent male waiter.
"Now I'm going to give you two choices. Either you hop up on this table and cover yourself in syrup," the man whimpered, "Or you come back here with five or six blueberry waffles, pronto!"
"Right away, right away!" The waiter comically dashed back behind the counter as the chefs frantically prepared her order.
"And if they're runny or overcooked I'll eat the whole lot of you!" She growled.
Ash kind of doubted that. Sure Misty might eat the waiter but, though she was a hothead, she was pretty fair. He couldn't imagine her eating the chefs just for making a lousy breakfast. Then again he didn't know her that well. It hadn't taken much provocation for her to eat that young boy in the woods. Gulping, and suddenly slightly nervous, Ash redoubled his efforts massaging his owner's feet in hopes he could keep her calm and satisfied. Misty leaned back in closed her eyes, a contented smile replacing her frown, "You aren't half bad at this." She sighed, "I can only imagine how good this is going to feel later to night after my feet are all tired and sweaty from walking."
Ash muttered nonsensically under his breath, great, two in one day. He was a perfectionist though. He had to do everything he did to the best of your ability. He didn't ease up and continued pampering Misty's feet. When the food arrived Misty had Ash put back on her socks and shoes. She patted the space next to her and asked him to come sit at her end of the booth. Ash sat down next to the slightly older girl, excited, hoping to chow down. Of course Misty got to eat first. Bathing the stack of perfectly cooked waffles with syrup and butter Misty began cutting them in half and wolfing them down. Ash was amazed to see Misty shoveling such huge portions into her mouth at such a rapid pace. The girl could eat.
Consuming all but one of the waffles she belched contentedly and used the back of Ash's hand as a napkin. "All right, I'm full."
It was only one waffle but it was better than nothing. Ash waited patiently for Misty to give him the green light to start eating. Instead Misty raised her arm into the air and waited.
"Ummm, what do you want me to do?"
"I've got an itch, scratch it." Just because she wouldn't use him like a washrag didn't mean he'd get out of normal sized armpit duty. Dutifully Ash used his clean hand to scratch away at her hairless armpit. He didn't mind, was smooth and warm to the touch and he was feeling more familiar around Misty. It also helped that her armpit wasn't 10 times bigger and his face wasn't being crammed into it.
"Ahhhhhh....... That's enough. You can eat now." Ash polished off his waffle in record time.
"Waiter, check!" Misty hollered.
The couple in the booth behind them cringed. The waiter looked up like a scared gazelle (or whatever the pokemon equivalent to one is :)). "Um..... I I I It's on the house." He finally managed to choke out.
"Good." He was lucky she was in such a good mood or he would have joined the waffles being broken down in her belly. There was nothing like a squirmy, rude, yet surprisingly delicious, teenager in the morning. Boys especially, they were just made for snacking. She got to eat them quite a bit because she was always getting fed up with them. They were superficial, always treating her sisters as if they were some sort of goddess incarnates and treating her like a runt. They also constantly put female pokemon trainers down and bragged about their 'skillz' but Misty often found they weren't so tough when confronted with her stomach acids. Not only was she a power user Misty knew she was talented and strong as well. She could do anything any male could do, even better than they could do, and she'd prove it by beating the elite four.
"Want me to rub your belly too?" Ash teased, "Check your belly button for lint? Help you floss? Give your shoulders a rub?"
"Well I'd like you to lose your sarcastic tone......... half that stuff doesn't sound too bad though, truth be told. Thanks for the ideas; you've just increased your workload." Misty smiled evilly, Ash lost his mocking grin.
It was then that Misty noticed the syrup still on his hand from when she'd used him as a napkin. Being someone who'd devour anything placed in front of her Misty saw no reason to waste perfectly good food, even if it was just syrup. Taking Ash's fist she popped it into her mouth.
"Yeah, that's not weird at all." Ash replied, amused.
Misty bonked him on the head playfully. She had a mallet she kept specifically for bonking people on the head but, when she hit people with that, she wanted it to hurt. Her tongue darted in-between his fingers and circled over his palm. Ash giggled at the slimy ticklish sensation. Misty sucked his arm in up to his elbow. Ash's eyes widened as Misty's cheeks ballooned outward to accept more of the boy. When she was done tasting her succulent slave she released his arm.
"Gross, Misty drool." Ash complained.
"Mistress drool." Misty corrected, "Show the proper respect or you'll only be getting fartburgers for lunch and dinner."
Ash's eyes let up, "So what you're saying is, if I behave, you'll actually feed me two more times today?"
Misty ignored the question, smacking her lips to get that remaining Ash flavor "You're pretty good you know that? Maybe I should keep you around as an emergency ration."
Ash scratched the back of his head, "Ummm, a what?"
"You know, a backup snack."
"Har har, funny." He gave his master's arm a playful shove, Misty gave him a shove back. 'Yes' Misty finally decided, 'I think I do like this boy..... even if he is a naive little runt! Too bad I'll have to eat him eventually though'. Misty smacked her lips again at the thought, 'at least he'll be one hell of a good meal. Should I him with barbeque or teriyaki sauce? Or maybe something tropical and fruity? Hmmm, he'd probably go well with anything. He'll be a nice lunch..... I'll probably miss the company though'. Not voicing any of her thoughts Misty rose to leave.
"All right, come on."
"Can I get my clothes back?" Ash begged, hoping Misty's good mood would make her relent.
"Nope!" She replied cheerily as she made her way towards the door.
After picking up some camping supplies (food, water, etc) they set off for Mt Moon. It would be about a three day journey unless Misty decided to grow.
It was finally starting to dawn on Misty that, due to his sense of duty and non rebellious nature, she might have Ash for a while. That came as something of a shock. The few slaves she had in the past hated her with a passion and even after punishments such as scrubbing them against her armpits or sucking them halfway up her ass they still gave her back talk and hateful glares. These punishments were, of course, carried out when Misty was in her giant form. Ash, though he could be a bit stubborn and naive, really didn't seem to have anything against her. Though she still spoke to him harshly she couldn't bring himself to give him some of the more humiliating and disgusting tasks such as tissue (which involved her slave and their clothing being a substitute for her in her giant form) or toe nail clipping duty which was usually time consuming and extremely difficult (this too she forced her slaves to perform after growing in size). With Ash though it would just seem needlessly cruel. Heck, she even felt guilty just using his face as a cushion. She wasn't quite sure why she felt the way she did but it was a tad annoying. Knowing that she was going to be keeping her slave for more than a few days, a first for the girl, she realized she'd have to start feeding him on a regular basis. It was something Misty never really had to do in the past. Now she'd have to start paying for his meals in addition to hers...... and he'd already cost her a custom made bike! 'You're just gonna keep on burning a bigger hole in my pocket, aren't cha Ketchum?' she sighed mentally. Well, he could always just eat her leftovers. Misty usually licked her plates clean but she'd start making sure she left the boy some scraps. That way she wouldn't have to pay anything extra.
Misty retracted her arm, "All right, let’s go."
Slightly suspicious Ash followed his master into the waffle house.
"Hmmm, lets grab a booth, I feel like stretching my legs some." Misty nabbed a booth and Ash sat down across from her. The next thing he knew her sneakers were in his lap, "Well, get busy."
Ash nodded, it didn't take a genius to figure out what Misty wanted. He pulled off her shoes and peeled off her socks. Misty wiggled her toes in delight more than ready for another massage. Ash had done a damn good job when she was a giant so she was expecting even better service while she was normal size. Misty started moaning as Ash got to work kneading her calluses.
"Um, sorry but we have a dress code. You need to have pants and a shirt to be served. The two kids turned to see their waiter, a male teen 5 or 6 years older than Ash, who looked visibly annoyed.
"He's with me." Misty explained in an offhanded manner, "Now, I'd like-"
"I'm afraid your little friend needs some clothes. If you refuse to change you two will have to go." The waiter cut her off impatiently.
Misty frowned at that, "Look bucko I said he was-"
"And I said get your sorry behinds out of here and come back fully dressed!" The man snapped loud enough that people in the immediate vicinity looked over curiously.
Misty was fuming. She considered growing and having rude teenager instead of waffles for breakfast, but that would mean aborting Ash's excellent foot massage and it just felt sooooooo good.
Instead Misty opted to give him a display of her power. Ash gasped as the feet he was working on swelled and expanded. Misty shot up a few feet, not enough to touch the roof or even to damage the booth, but enough for everyone to take notice. She was a power user. There were a few shrieks as some darted for the door, one man got on his knees and groveled for his life, a few men in women just sat passively as if a young girl growing was an everyday occurrence. Shrinking down to normal size Misty ignored them all, she was too busy glaring at the impudent male waiter.
"Now I'm going to give you two choices. Either you hop up on this table and cover yourself in syrup," the man whimpered, "Or you come back here with five or six blueberry waffles, pronto!"
"Right away, right away!" The waiter comically dashed back behind the counter as the chefs frantically prepared her order.
"And if they're runny or overcooked I'll eat the whole lot of you!" She growled.
Ash kind of doubted that. Sure Misty might eat the waiter but, though she was a hothead, she was pretty fair. He couldn't imagine her eating the chefs just for making a lousy breakfast. Then again he didn't know her that well. It hadn't taken much provocation for her to eat that young boy in the woods. Gulping, and suddenly slightly nervous, Ash redoubled his efforts massaging his owner's feet in hopes he could keep her calm and satisfied. Misty leaned back in closed her eyes, a contented smile replacing her frown, "You aren't half bad at this." She sighed, "I can only imagine how good this is going to feel later to night after my feet are all tired and sweaty from walking."
Ash muttered nonsensically under his breath, great, two in one day. He was a perfectionist though. He had to do everything he did to the best of your ability. He didn't ease up and continued pampering Misty's feet. When the food arrived Misty had Ash put back on her socks and shoes. She patted the space next to her and asked him to come sit at her end of the booth. Ash sat down next to the slightly older girl, excited, hoping to chow down. Of course Misty got to eat first. Bathing the stack of perfectly cooked waffles with syrup and butter Misty began cutting them in half and wolfing them down. Ash was amazed to see Misty shoveling such huge portions into her mouth at such a rapid pace. The girl could eat.
Consuming all but one of the waffles she belched contentedly and used the back of Ash's hand as a napkin. "All right, I'm full."
It was only one waffle but it was better than nothing. Ash waited patiently for Misty to give him the green light to start eating. Instead Misty raised her arm into the air and waited.
"Ummm, what do you want me to do?"
"I've got an itch, scratch it." Just because she wouldn't use him like a washrag didn't mean he'd get out of normal sized armpit duty. Dutifully Ash used his clean hand to scratch away at her hairless armpit. He didn't mind, was smooth and warm to the touch and he was feeling more familiar around Misty. It also helped that her armpit wasn't 10 times bigger and his face wasn't being crammed into it.
"Ahhhhhh....... That's enough. You can eat now." Ash polished off his waffle in record time.
"Waiter, check!" Misty hollered.
The couple in the booth behind them cringed. The waiter looked up like a scared gazelle (or whatever the pokemon equivalent to one is :)). "Um..... I I I It's on the house." He finally managed to choke out.
"Good." He was lucky she was in such a good mood or he would have joined the waffles being broken down in her belly. There was nothing like a squirmy, rude, yet surprisingly delicious, teenager in the morning. Boys especially, they were just made for snacking. She got to eat them quite a bit because she was always getting fed up with them. They were superficial, always treating her sisters as if they were some sort of goddess incarnates and treating her like a runt. They also constantly put female pokemon trainers down and bragged about their 'skillz' but Misty often found they weren't so tough when confronted with her stomach acids. Not only was she a power user Misty knew she was talented and strong as well. She could do anything any male could do, even better than they could do, and she'd prove it by beating the elite four.
"Want me to rub your belly too?" Ash teased, "Check your belly button for lint? Help you floss? Give your shoulders a rub?"
"Well I'd like you to lose your sarcastic tone......... half that stuff doesn't sound too bad though, truth be told. Thanks for the ideas; you've just increased your workload." Misty smiled evilly, Ash lost his mocking grin.
It was then that Misty noticed the syrup still on his hand from when she'd used him as a napkin. Being someone who'd devour anything placed in front of her Misty saw no reason to waste perfectly good food, even if it was just syrup. Taking Ash's fist she popped it into her mouth.
"Yeah, that's not weird at all." Ash replied, amused.
Misty bonked him on the head playfully. She had a mallet she kept specifically for bonking people on the head but, when she hit people with that, she wanted it to hurt. Her tongue darted in-between his fingers and circled over his palm. Ash giggled at the slimy ticklish sensation. Misty sucked his arm in up to his elbow. Ash's eyes widened as Misty's cheeks ballooned outward to accept more of the boy. When she was done tasting her succulent slave she released his arm.
"Gross, Misty drool." Ash complained.
"Mistress drool." Misty corrected, "Show the proper respect or you'll only be getting fartburgers for lunch and dinner."
Ash's eyes let up, "So what you're saying is, if I behave, you'll actually feed me two more times today?"
Misty ignored the question, smacking her lips to get that remaining Ash flavor "You're pretty good you know that? Maybe I should keep you around as an emergency ration."
Ash scratched the back of his head, "Ummm, a what?"
"You know, a backup snack."
"Har har, funny." He gave his master's arm a playful shove, Misty gave him a shove back. 'Yes' Misty finally decided, 'I think I do like this boy..... even if he is a naive little runt! Too bad I'll have to eat him eventually though'. Misty smacked her lips again at the thought, 'at least he'll be one hell of a good meal. Should I him with barbeque or teriyaki sauce? Or maybe something tropical and fruity? Hmmm, he'd probably go well with anything. He'll be a nice lunch..... I'll probably miss the company though'. Not voicing any of her thoughts Misty rose to leave.
"All right, come on."
"Can I get my clothes back?" Ash begged, hoping Misty's good mood would make her relent.
"Nope!" She replied cheerily as she made her way towards the door.
After picking up some camping supplies (food, water, etc) they set off for Mt Moon. It would be about a three day journey unless Misty decided to grow.
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