Shrunken Snacks to Ease the Mind
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Misty tried to enjoy the party, but couldn’t seem to find as much enjoyment in the festivity as she had before finding Ash on her plate. She couldn’t stop thinking about the tiny, naked boy in her pocket. Little Ash, someone she considered her best friend. The boy had made a huge impact on her life since their awkward first meeting when he wrecked her bike and earned himself her righteous anger. When she had first started traveling with Ash, Misty thought that she’d never be able to forgive him for destroying her custom built bike. However, her anger towards him failed to hold up for more then a few days. Ash was just too kind and sweet to hold a grudge against. Before Ash had gotten his second badge, from her of all people, Misty had practically forgotten all about her stupid bike. Except at times when she had to blackmail Ash into doing stuff for her. When she needed to guilt the young man, she would get teary at the memory of her ‘oh so precious’ bike.
Smiling at memories of the old days, Misty found herself reaching for her pocket to take Ash out, but stopped when she fully realized the ramification of what she was doing. She couldn’t be seen conversing with Ash in the middle of the party, there were rules against that. When you received a shrunken trainer, you were given permission to do anything to them. If Misty had wanted to crush, eat, step on, insert, lick, torture or barbecue Ash, she could do it and no one would have any problem with it. In spite of this, there was one thing she was not allowed to do with any tiny person, no matter the circumstances, treat them like human beings. When Team Rocket had started selling tiny trainers, they had made all their customers sign a very special contract to never reveal or protect any of their products. This was done because although most of the officer Jenny’s in the region were in on it, some authorities would frown on shrunken human trafficking. Team Rocket protected their operation vigilantly, making sure that everyone that came participated. A memory surfaced in Misty’s mind that had nothing to do with Ash, but everything to do with her current predicament. At a party a few months back, a girl had been caught trying to sneak out a bag full of shrunken men. Security had stopped her and escorted her to the back, but not before Misty had heard her reason for trying to get the men out. She had told security that they were monsters for assisting this bloodbath and she was going to expose every one of them. That had been a bad move on her part because the next time Misty saw her, she was roasting on a spike over an open flame. Misty felt a little guilty at that moment for eating her left leg, especially because she could be in her position soon if she was caught helping Ash.
The fear of being caught filled Misty’s mind and without bring attention to herself, she slowly looked around. No security was coming for her and none of the other guests were looking at. Good, the only one that knew she had Ash was Sabrina and the psychic would remain quiet about it, at least Misty hoped. Sitting down beside the serving table, Misty tried not to panic about her treasonous act. To clear her mind she reached onto the table and picked up the first shrunken trainer she saw. To her surprise, she found a trembling boy no older then seven trembling in her hand. Young shrunken boys were very tender and usually the first to go at these parties, but apparently this one had hidden and Misty had caught him. Licking her lips, Misty brought him closer to her face and lightly smelt the succulent meat. The boy screamed as he was nearly lifted off Misty’s palm by the powerful suction of her nostril. He landed back in her hand, pulling himself into the fetal position and crying hysterically. The sight of this innocent boy scared out of his mind would of broken Misty’s heart if he had been normal size, but he wasn’t. So, all Misty felt was an intense euphoria that went through her whole body. He was so small, like the bugs, she so feared, but slightly more intelligent enough to know where his fate was going to be. He would die inside her belly, screaming and thrashing around in her digestive enzymes with chucks of her other meals. Imagining his finally moments made Misty feel all hot all over and a little bit of moister to form between her legs.
Gradually, she brought him towards his mouth. He flinched, expecting her to toss him in, but instead Misty tenderly spoke to him.
“Don’t be scared, I want to help you.” The boy’s eyes light up and he looked hopeful, which made Misty pleased. Looking as kind as she could, Misty spoke down to him as though she were his mother. “I need to hide you so I can save. But they’ll notice of I hide you in my pocket. The only other place I can put you is my stomach, but don’t be afraid. I promise you’ll be safe if you trust me. Do you trust me?” The boy looked uncertain for a second, but then he quickly nodded, making Misty’s smile widen.
“Good. I’m going to put you in my mouth, first I have to suck on you to lubricate your way to my stomach, and then swallow you. Can you be a brave boy and not panic.” The boy nodded, his own smile more big then Misty’s. Ever so carefully, Misty carried him off her palm between her two fingers and lowered him into her mouth. She dropped him just as he was hovering over her teeth and her tongue was a soft cushion for him to land upon. Slowly, she closed her mouth, but not before hearing the almost inaudible squeak of thanks from the boy. Her teeth closed with a click, sealing the boy into darkness.
Sniggering around her meal, she rotated him around joyfully with her tongue and suckled his sweet flesh. The taste he possessed was beyond description; it made Magicarp eggs taste like Pidgey burgers. His laughter echoed inside her mouth, without the fear of death, being inside Misty’s mouth was pretty fun. Misty Then started rubbing every inch of the boy’s naked boy with her tongue, not leaving an inch of him not slathered in her saliva. This had less to do with lubricating him and more about just finding out what different parts of his body tasted like. His legs had an almost fruity tang to them and his face and arms were meatier. It was always different with every person Misty tasted, each having his or her own unique flavor.
Her tongues movements tickled the boy and his laughter became hysterical. Misty could feel his voice vibrate off her uvula, creating an odd, but not unpleasant feeling. Delighted by the boy’s laughter, Misty started tickling him with her tongue more carefully, targeting underneath his arms and the bottoms of his feet.
Huge gushes of saliva washed up all around her tongue and drenched him, not stopping until his laughter died down. The thrill of having the boy in her mouth died down and with it came the working motion of the tongue to force him into the back of her mouth. Tilting back, his tiny legs made it over the edge of her tongue and down her throat, where muscles quickly dragged him the rest of the way down. Misty swallowed, feeling the squirming bulge that was once a boy move down her throat and drop into her stomach. Nothing happened at first, and then rapid movement started coming from inside Misty’s tummy. Apparently, the boy had just found that her belly wasn’t as safe as he first thought.
“Sucker,” Misty chuckled, patting her belly as the boy tried to swim in burning acid. She loved letting them think they were safe and then sending them to a painful death. Betrayal always made them squirm more. She cared about none of these shrunken delicacies, save one that was safe in her pocket. All else would face death by or inside her body, except Ash. He was her one true friend.
Smiling at memories of the old days, Misty found herself reaching for her pocket to take Ash out, but stopped when she fully realized the ramification of what she was doing. She couldn’t be seen conversing with Ash in the middle of the party, there were rules against that. When you received a shrunken trainer, you were given permission to do anything to them. If Misty had wanted to crush, eat, step on, insert, lick, torture or barbecue Ash, she could do it and no one would have any problem with it. In spite of this, there was one thing she was not allowed to do with any tiny person, no matter the circumstances, treat them like human beings. When Team Rocket had started selling tiny trainers, they had made all their customers sign a very special contract to never reveal or protect any of their products. This was done because although most of the officer Jenny’s in the region were in on it, some authorities would frown on shrunken human trafficking. Team Rocket protected their operation vigilantly, making sure that everyone that came participated. A memory surfaced in Misty’s mind that had nothing to do with Ash, but everything to do with her current predicament. At a party a few months back, a girl had been caught trying to sneak out a bag full of shrunken men. Security had stopped her and escorted her to the back, but not before Misty had heard her reason for trying to get the men out. She had told security that they were monsters for assisting this bloodbath and she was going to expose every one of them. That had been a bad move on her part because the next time Misty saw her, she was roasting on a spike over an open flame. Misty felt a little guilty at that moment for eating her left leg, especially because she could be in her position soon if she was caught helping Ash.
The fear of being caught filled Misty’s mind and without bring attention to herself, she slowly looked around. No security was coming for her and none of the other guests were looking at. Good, the only one that knew she had Ash was Sabrina and the psychic would remain quiet about it, at least Misty hoped. Sitting down beside the serving table, Misty tried not to panic about her treasonous act. To clear her mind she reached onto the table and picked up the first shrunken trainer she saw. To her surprise, she found a trembling boy no older then seven trembling in her hand. Young shrunken boys were very tender and usually the first to go at these parties, but apparently this one had hidden and Misty had caught him. Licking her lips, Misty brought him closer to her face and lightly smelt the succulent meat. The boy screamed as he was nearly lifted off Misty’s palm by the powerful suction of her nostril. He landed back in her hand, pulling himself into the fetal position and crying hysterically. The sight of this innocent boy scared out of his mind would of broken Misty’s heart if he had been normal size, but he wasn’t. So, all Misty felt was an intense euphoria that went through her whole body. He was so small, like the bugs, she so feared, but slightly more intelligent enough to know where his fate was going to be. He would die inside her belly, screaming and thrashing around in her digestive enzymes with chucks of her other meals. Imagining his finally moments made Misty feel all hot all over and a little bit of moister to form between her legs.
Gradually, she brought him towards his mouth. He flinched, expecting her to toss him in, but instead Misty tenderly spoke to him.
“Don’t be scared, I want to help you.” The boy’s eyes light up and he looked hopeful, which made Misty pleased. Looking as kind as she could, Misty spoke down to him as though she were his mother. “I need to hide you so I can save. But they’ll notice of I hide you in my pocket. The only other place I can put you is my stomach, but don’t be afraid. I promise you’ll be safe if you trust me. Do you trust me?” The boy looked uncertain for a second, but then he quickly nodded, making Misty’s smile widen.
“Good. I’m going to put you in my mouth, first I have to suck on you to lubricate your way to my stomach, and then swallow you. Can you be a brave boy and not panic.” The boy nodded, his own smile more big then Misty’s. Ever so carefully, Misty carried him off her palm between her two fingers and lowered him into her mouth. She dropped him just as he was hovering over her teeth and her tongue was a soft cushion for him to land upon. Slowly, she closed her mouth, but not before hearing the almost inaudible squeak of thanks from the boy. Her teeth closed with a click, sealing the boy into darkness.
Sniggering around her meal, she rotated him around joyfully with her tongue and suckled his sweet flesh. The taste he possessed was beyond description; it made Magicarp eggs taste like Pidgey burgers. His laughter echoed inside her mouth, without the fear of death, being inside Misty’s mouth was pretty fun. Misty Then started rubbing every inch of the boy’s naked boy with her tongue, not leaving an inch of him not slathered in her saliva. This had less to do with lubricating him and more about just finding out what different parts of his body tasted like. His legs had an almost fruity tang to them and his face and arms were meatier. It was always different with every person Misty tasted, each having his or her own unique flavor.
Her tongues movements tickled the boy and his laughter became hysterical. Misty could feel his voice vibrate off her uvula, creating an odd, but not unpleasant feeling. Delighted by the boy’s laughter, Misty started tickling him with her tongue more carefully, targeting underneath his arms and the bottoms of his feet.
Huge gushes of saliva washed up all around her tongue and drenched him, not stopping until his laughter died down. The thrill of having the boy in her mouth died down and with it came the working motion of the tongue to force him into the back of her mouth. Tilting back, his tiny legs made it over the edge of her tongue and down her throat, where muscles quickly dragged him the rest of the way down. Misty swallowed, feeling the squirming bulge that was once a boy move down her throat and drop into her stomach. Nothing happened at first, and then rapid movement started coming from inside Misty’s tummy. Apparently, the boy had just found that her belly wasn’t as safe as he first thought.
“Sucker,” Misty chuckled, patting her belly as the boy tried to swim in burning acid. She loved letting them think they were safe and then sending them to a painful death. Betrayal always made them squirm more. She cared about none of these shrunken delicacies, save one that was safe in her pocket. All else would face death by or inside her body, except Ash. He was her one true friend.
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