Brock squirmed yet he couldn't break her iron grip.
"It's a good thing your now this size. Since we ran out of real food I was afraid we would have to go cannibal but at this size you can't put up a fight! You know I've always wondered what a guy would taste like, now I'm finally going to be able to find out."
"Misty don't, he's your friend!!!" Ash screamed up at her, but he was totally ignored.
Misty brought Brock up to her mouth but a well placed kick caused her to drop him. Brock fell to the ground and went hurtling into the woods. Ash cheered him on.
"Oh well," Misty sighed, "I guess I'm just going to have to eat you instead. I didn't want to but I'm hungry and all we have left in the bag are hotdog buns."
The smile left Ash's face immediately, "Oh no Misty, we're best friends."
"So do you friend a favor and let her eat you."
Misty took a bun out of the backpack and set it on the ground. "Hop in Ash, it'll be quick."
"No I don't want to!!"
Misty slammed her colossal sneaker into the ground.
"Do it Ash, I don't want to have to force you."
Ash was crying now, "No........"
"Look Ash, if you get in the bun right now I promise not to eat you."
"What?"
"I just want to see how you'd look, thats all. Right after I'll clean off the mustard and ketchup and we can keep going."
Ash looked up at his giant friend. She was staring down at him kindly yet he didn't like how she had a bottle of ketchup in one hand and a bottle of mustard in the other.
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