# Bite-Sized 11: Asscape

By: TheDragonBoy

## Content

*snore* … *snore*…

“Rachel?... Rachel?”

“Huh!?”

*snore*

“Rachel, were you actually asleep?”

“I- I guess.”

“How can you sleep in here!?”

“I don’t know! I was tired!”

*snore*

“Well you hear that?” Dave asked.

*snore*

“Is that Sarah snoring?” Rachel asked

“Sounds like it to me. So let’s get out of here already.”

*snore*

“Ha, she’s so loud she could wake the dead!” Rachel remarked. Dave considered pointing out that she had somehow managed to sleep through it… and also that he had heard her snoring too before he had woken her up, but he decided not to mention either. They had been laying there, waiting in the teen’s ass, for hours, and all he wanted was to finally get out.

“I’m gonna try crawling forward,” he said, beginning to do just that. Hearing him squish around, Rachel quickly started following after him.

The colon walls held them somewhat firmly in its idle grasp, but there was still enough room for them to squeeze their way through the slimy folds, slowly making their way along the foul tunnel.

“I think I found another bend,” Dave announced.

“Good, the end should be right after that.”

*slick* *squelch*

Dave forced his way around the tight kink, pulling himself through as his arms passed into a slightly roomier chamber. As his feet slipped around the bend, Rachel followed close behind.

“I… I think this is it! We made it!” Dave exclaimed.

“Let me feel!” Rachel replied, crawling up next to him. She put her hands forward. Sure enough, the slimy walls converged ahead of them, squishing together to form what was undoubtably the inner surface of Sarah’s anus. As unpleasant as that fact was, the only detail they were focused on was that it marked the end of their long, unbearable journey.

“Yes! Finally!” Rachel cheered, pushing past Dave and thrusting an arm at the center of the pucker.

“Hey!” Dave objected as she pushed against him for leverage. “Be gentle! We don’t want her to wake up, remember!?”

Rachel didn’t reply, but he did feel her settle down a bit. Choosing to overlook how she had rudely cut past him, he instead did his best to try and help her forward as he felt her arm begin to slip through the slimy folds.

“See you on the other side,” she said excitedly before pressing her head against the growing opening. As the wet flesh began to slide over her face, she took a deep breath. She felt the muscular ring tense around her head, engulfed in its hold as she tried to force her way through. She pushed against the rectal walls with her feet, struggling to get a firm enough hold to force herself through, until she felt another push from Dave and began to slide.

As Rachel’s shoulders started their way into the pucker, her head finally emerged from the other side. She gasped as her face was released, expecting to get a much-anticipated breath of fresh air, but in reality the air was still uncomfortably warm and not exactly pleasant smelling either. She also felt two imposing walls of skin pressing against her from either side, so while it was definitely better than being on the inside, it was still far from the freedom she had been longing for. She was also beginning to regret her impulsive move to push herself through the way she had, as she was now in the awkward position of having one arm free in front of her and one arm pinned inside the sphincter.

Doing her best, and with Dave’s help, she slowly continued to slide through the tight opening. She felt her breasts slip free, then her belly, then her waist. Once her butt came through the pressure of Sarah’s anus started to work in her favor, squeezing her out the rest of the way with increasing speed until she was finally excreted completely, sliding down along Sarah’s butt cheek and coming to rest between her ass and the fabric of what Rachel assumed were her pajamas.

“I’m out…” she whispered to herself. It was still pitch black, everything still smelled, and she was still covered in shit, but she was out. She took a moment to process everything, and then her mind went to Dave.

She shifted around as gently as she could until she was facing right-side-up again, feeling around a bit to try and orient herself. Sarah was lying on her side and Rachel was sandwiched between her butt and her pajama bottoms, with Rachel’s breasts just peeking up over the curve of Sarah’s lower cheek.

Rachel stuck her hands up and into the tight crack from which she had passed and immediately felt the touch of another pair of slimy hands. It seemed Dave was as eager to get out as she was. She grabbed hold and began to pull, putting all of her shrunken weight into it. She felt Dave begin to slide, slowly at first, but then coming out faster and easier as more of his body slipped into the outside world. Suddenly, as the thickest part of his body emerged, Rachel felt all the tension release and Dave came tumbling down on top of her, sending them both into an awkward heap.

“We’re alive, I can’t believe it!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, now stay quiet if you want to keep it that way!” Rachel cautioned in a harsh whisper. “And get off of me!”

“Right, sorry,” he whispered back, he tried to push himself up but just ended up fumbling around trying to right himself.

“Stop!” she whispered. “If you toss around like that you’re gonna wake her up!”

Dave froze, still pressed on top of Rachel, but more frightened than he was uncomfortable.

“Just start crawling out, I’ll follow behind you,” Rachel instructed.

“Which way?”

“Um… that way.”

Rachel felt Dave begin to move on top of her again, much more gently this time, making slow, careful maneuvers as he began to crawl off her. Gently turning onto her hands and knees, Rachel began to follow as they traced their way around the sleeping girl’s butt.

“It gets kinda tight over here, I think this is elastic,” Dave whispered. “Should we try and go through?”

“That’s probably the waistband, we might wake her up if we try to push past it, let’s just go the other way.”

“Won’t she also feel us crawling down her leg?”

“I think if we go slow enough, we should be okay.”

Taking Dave’s silence as agreement, Rachel began slowly backtracking around Sarah’s bottom, crawling backwards as they didn’t really have enough room to turn around and she didn’t want to risk trying to stand again.

Lucky for them, taking the long route was proving to be a good idea. After they passed Sarah’s hips her leg tapered off towards her foot, giving them an increasing amount of room as they progressed down the tunnel of loose fabric. Eventually, Rachel felt her foot touch a fabric of a different texture, though it was a bit difficult to tell since she was still thoroughly covered in slime.

“I think I feel the sheets, we’re almost out,” she whispered. Now having enough room that she wasn’t even touching Sarah’s leg, Rachel began to speed up, spurred on by the growing promise of freedom.

“Wait up,” Dave called as loudly as he dared. Still under the black cover of Sarah’s bedding, he was worried they might lose track of each other. She didn’t reply though; a clear sign that she had no intention of slowing down. So as Dave left the teen’s pajamas he started speeding up too, trying to keep pace. As he wriggled through the heavy fabric, he could hear Rachel moving somewhere nearby, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

“Stop!” came Rachel’s voice, sudden and sharp from right next to him. He froze a moment later, mid-crawl, and as he slowly put his leg down again, he realized that there was nothing underneath to rest it on. They had reached the edge of the bed.

“How are we supposed to get down?” Rachel asked, sounding annoyed that she had once again failed to think very far ahead.

“We can just jump,” Dave replied.

“What are you talking about? Jumping off a bed at our size would be like jumping off a cliff!”

“Yeah, but we’re also a lot lighter at this size. I’ve taken a couple jumps before; we’ll be fine.”

“Alright…” Rachel agreed nervously.

“See you at the bottom,” he said, starting to move.

“Wait!” she squealed reflexively, still worried about the outcome.

“What? You want to go first?”

“No! Um… go ahead.”

She heard him begin to slide over the fabric, then there was a slipping sound and then: silence. Rachel hesitated for a second, hoping for some sign that he was okay, but she knew that even if he was, it would be stupid for him to call out to her that loudly. There was only one way to find out. She forced herself to take a deep breath, and then pushed herself over the edge after him.

Rachel felt herself begin to slide against linen, the friction between the sheets and the blanket slowing her considerably, then the blanket abruptly came to an end and suddenly she was in freefall. The wind rushed past her, chilling her wet, naked skin. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter and braced herself for the impact.

*thud*

She lay there on the ground for a second as she realized she had come to a stop. Was that really it? Sure, it hadn’t been pleasant, but that had hardly hurt more than walking into a wall. She rolled over and sat up. And then she opened her eyes.

After hours of darkness, the dim traces of light that met her were enough to make her blink a few times. She looked around. Below her was a wood floor, around her were the walls, a door, a closet, a bedside table. All much larger and more intimidating than she was used to, but a welcome sight after the blackness of Sarah’s insides.

“We’re out,” came Dave’s voice.

Rachel looked to her right, he stood just behind her, taking in the sight of freedom as she was. She looked away after a moment, realizing how much more awkward it was for them both to be naked now that they could actually see each other, but she shooed the thought away. Instead she realized she ought to be thinking ahead, trying to plan out their next move to avoid another shortsighted mistake.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s get out of here,” he urged.

“But where can we go?”

“I don’t know, to the police or something!” he insisted in a shouting whisper.

“No, we can’t go to the police!”

“What? Why? The police can keep us safe, they can probably even unshrink us! And we can tell them about all the other tinies and shut the whole place down!”

“And then they’ll figure out why I’m involved in the first place and send me to jail!” she countered.

He faltered for a moment. Admittedly, that was much more of a problem for her than it was for him. And now that they were both tiny, there was nothing she could do to stop him. Not that he particularly wanted to get her in trouble, but it was his life on the line… She must have seen what was going through his mind, because he saw something in her face change, she looked… almost afraid. Afraid of him. He thought for another moment before speaking.

“Do you have a better plan?” he finally asked, not exactly giving in, but at least giving her a chance. Now it was her turn to think.

“…The shrinking place,” she answered after a moment. “That guy said there was stuff there that could unshrink me- and that there was some way we could unshrink you too. If we sneak back in there, maybe we can get ourselves back to normal.”

“You want to go back to the place where people want to eat us? How would we even get there?”

“We could hide in Sarah’s backpack,” she answered, pointing at the discarded bag laying against the wall. “When she takes boxes of tinies to sell at school, she keeps them in there, so she must take it with her to pick them up. Besides, how exactly were you planning to get to the police anyway?”

The question had Dave admittedly stumped.

“Even if we make it out of her house, there are all kinds of animals out at night. We could get chewed up by a raccoon, or snatched up by an owl.”

Admittedly, that backpack was starting to seem pretty safe. Dave thought about it for another moment. He glanced at Rachel, who he could tell was starting to feel desperate, despite her attempts at hiding it. He let out his breath.

“Okay…” he agreed, “… but maybe we should at least find some way to clean up first, or she’ll probably smell us hiding.”

“Good idea… and maybe we could find something to cover up with while we’re at it,” she added.

Originally Published: 5-Oct-2019