# Bite-Sized 13: The ‘Involved’ Solution

By: TheDragonBoy

## Content

*gurgle*

Quiet, we’re trying to be sneaky! Rachel thought beratingly to her stomach. She had been talking to her stomach a lot over those last couple days, after all it seemed to have taken on a mind- or at least a will- of its own.

After alternating constantly between being starving and flat out exhausted, she felt she could finally see a light at the end of the tunnel. For the second time now, she had woken up from her post-buffet nap to find that she wasn’t completely overwhelmed with hunger. She took this, along with the fact that she was now the size of a girl only slightly below her age, as a sign that her shrunken nightmare was almost over.

During the first reprieve from her cravings, she had addressed the issue of her clothing- or more accurately her lack of it. It might seem like a silly thing to worry about given the circumstances, but if she did end up getting caught while they were hiding out, she really didn’t want to be caught naked.

Unfortunately, they were hiding in a school, not a mall, so her choice of outfit was limited. In fact, to her aggravation, the only clothes she could manage to find in the school were the school uniform- and that didn’t even include underwear. She had been… less than happy to put those hated garments back on, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit to a new-found appreciation for them after spending so much time exposed. That being said, she would probably rather lie than admit any affinity for that annoying outfit.

*gurgle*

“Quiet!” she reprimanded again; out loud this time in a harsh whisper.

“I didn’t make a sound!” Dave objected.

“No, not you!” She glanced at the tiny man standing patiently on the table next to her arm, then back at the computer screen in front of her. The glow of the monitor was the brightest thing around, bathing her face in its glare while the sparse, dim lights around them just barely kept the rest of the library visible.

Dave was doing his best to see what she was typing, but he couldn’t stand directly in front of the screen without getting in her way, and the desk didn’t give him a lot of room to maneuver, so it was like staring up at a big movie screen from the far edge of the front row.

“Did you find anything yet?”

“Maybe, give me a minute to read.”

… *gurgle*

“You getting hungry again?”

“Just a little.”

Dave wondered if he should be worried about that; not too long ago she had gotten so hungry that she’d nearly eaten him along with her food. Of course she had apologized and said it was an accident- and it’s not that he didn’t believe her- but he was just scared to think what might happen if she got that hungry again and he was the only thing around.

“We should hurry and get out of here, before the night guards decide to check the library. We can look online later,” he said, trying not to give away his real concern. Rachel frowned slightly- he wasn’t a good liar.

“Just give me a minute, I think I’m onto something,” she replied. She couldn’t blame him for being worried, not after what she’d put him through. But before she could begin to dwell on that again, her attention was caught by what she was reading. She did a double take, then a triple take. Dave noticed the change in her expression.

“What?” he asked.

“Um… just hold on, I have to double-check this.”

Dave watched for a minute or two as looks of disbelief and surprise grew on Rachel’s face and then slowly faded into acceptance with every new page she read. When she eventually finished reading, she looked away from the screen, deep in thought for a moment. He saw her expression change again as something new entered her mind, but she quickly buried it before it could show through. Finally, she looked over to him.

“Well?” he asked.

“I have some good news, and some bad news,” she said.

Dave looked on expectantly.

“That DE13 pill we grabbed will help you get back to normal, but it’s a little more… involved than that.” Rachel smirked, but quickly tried to hide it.

“And that means what, exactly?” Dave asked.

“Your body won’t grow back to normal on its own, it needs a bit of help… from a girl.”

“‘Help… from a girl’?” Dave echoed questioningly.

“Uh-huh. Apparently, the only way for a tiny to start growing again after they’ve been shrunk for a while is to spend a week inside a womb.”

Dave blinked and took a moment to process what she had just said. He saw Rachel look away for a moment before forcing herself to look back. Was she… trying not to smile?

“You’re joking right?” Dave asked, thinking he’d just caught her in a prank.

“No, that’s what it says. I’ve checked five different sites. The pill isn’t for you, it’s for the woman. It helps open her up so you can fit inside, then it starts affecting you once you’re in there.” She sounded honest, but Dave could tell she was holding something back.

“If you want… you could do it with me… after I finish growing,” she offered.

Suddenly it all made sense. She was holding back her excitement. And of course she was excited, this meant she would get one last opportunity to pleasure herself with him.

“You sure seem eager to shove me back into your privates,” he replied.

Rachel’s expression immediately shifted. For a split second her face flashed with anger, ready to spit some words back at the ungrateful squirt, but then she seemed to catch herself. She frowned.

“That… that’s not true,” was all she said.

Dave looked up at her, somewhat skeptically.

“Fine, I’ll admit it, alright: you do feel really good in there and I was kinda thinking of that a little- but that’s not the reason. It’s just… after everything I did, don’t I have to do something to try and make it up to you?”

The look on Dave’s face shifted only slightly. Rachel mentally scolded herself.

“Wait, that didn’t come out right. This isn’t like some stupid apology card to get you off my conscience. It’s not like I just owe you this and I’m paying you back. Well, I mean I do owe you but- ugh! I- I want to help you, alright!? I want to be the one who gets you back to normal. And, I mean, it’s not like you have a lot of choices. What, are you gonna go find some random woman to do this with or something? Or do you-”

Dave’s rather stern expression broke at that moment as he started to chuckle, despite his efforts to hold it back. Rachel stopped talking and stared down at him in confusion.

“You haven’t had a lot of practice being nice to people, huh?” he said jokingly. Rachel blushed a bit from embarrassment, though it wasn’t really visible in the dim light. What was visible, though, was the genuine, pleading look in her eyes. Dave thought for a moment, then gave a small sigh.

“Alright,” he said.

Rachel’s face lit up. Though in the back of his mind, Dave still wondered how much of that reaction was from the knowledge she would be helping him, and how much was from that previously mentioned ‘excitement’ she was sitting on.

“Thanks,” she said quietly.

*gurgle*

“Okay, now I’m getting hungry.”

“Maybe we should get back to the pantry then,”

“Yeah.”

… Two Days Later …

Dave and Rachel stewed in the awkward silence, hardly even willing to make eye contact for more than a split second at a time. They were alone, in one of the girls’ bathrooms; they had waited until late into the night to make sure they wouldn’t be disturbed or discovered.

Rachel was bottomless, but for once that didn’t mean her stomach. She was back to her normal size now, and so was her appetite. In fact she hadn’t felt the urge to eat for hours, much to her relief. Now her mind was on other things, like the cold, recently mopped tiles pressing against her bare bottom and the bottoms of her legs.

Dave was standing in front of her in his full birthday suit. She had placed him down and told him he should undress himself. Then she had slipped off her skirt, sat down and spread her legs in front of him. From the brief moments when he had found the nerve to glance at her face, he could tell that she wasn’t exactly comfortable with this either, but she was forcing herself through it. And after all, she had swallowed the DE13 pill about an hour ago, so there wasn’t really any turning back now.

Of course, they were both uncomfortable for very different reasons. Dave was very ready to get back to his normal size, but he still couldn’t quite believe that he had agreed to willingly stick himself into a kid’s vagina. And even though it was a position he could regrettably say he’d been in before, he still found he could hardly even bring himself to look at it. And then there was the physical side of things; he knew firsthand what it was like in there, and he was not looking forward to getting squished by those walls again.

Rachel, on the other hand, sat there perfectly willing to have the tiny man enter her, and wished more and more desperately that he’d get on with it and break this awkward stalemate. But she just couldn’t bring herself to urge him on. She felt too guilty about the times she had used him as a toy; trying to push him, even verbally, just felt wrong. But she knew there was a limited window to get him inside, and her butt was getting cold, so she finally worked up her nerve and said something.

“So… how do you want to do this?” she asked.

“I… I don’t know,” he replied. That had been the wrong question to ask. He didn’t want to think about how this was going to go, he just wanted it done.

“Well, I guess I could just push you in like before, but I don’t think you’d like that very much,” she remarked, trying her best to sound matter of fact about it.

“No,” he agreed.

“Then the only other option really is for you to crawl in yourself,” she pointed out.

“Yeah…” he admitted. Alright, Dave, this is the only way out of this mess, let’s just get this over with, he thought. He forced himself to face ahead and began to walk forward.

Knowing that he might lose his nerve if he let himself look away, he stared Rachel’s crotch head-on as he approached. Her slit stared back at him from between the thick trunks of her legs. Thin, neat hairs sparsely dotted the skin surrounding her lips, particularly at the top. Shadows gently ebbed and flowed over the area as Rachel continued to breathe in and out.

Dave stopped about half an arm’s length away.

“Al- alright. You ready?” he asked awkwardly. He definitely felt he had to at least confirm her permission before touching her.

“Yeah…” she answered. “I’ll try to stay still while you get inside, just do it however you feel comfortable. And… just try not to worry, that hole doesn’t bite.” Rachel closed her eyes in embarrassment, she had wanted to say something to lighten the mood, but that had been a really bad joke. Dave found he appreciated the sentiment though.

“Actually, do you think you could help? Maybe just, open it up a little?” he asked, though he wasn’t sure how he had managed to get those words out of his mouth without choking on them.

“Oh, sure,” she replied, feeling like even more of a moron. Had she really expected him to spread her lips himself and try to climb in at the same time? They must be so big to him at that size, she wondered if he even could have managed it.

Of course they posed no such problem to her. Rachel reached down with one hand and placed it on her crotch. She shuffled around a bit, spreading her legs even wider, and positioned one guiding finger along either side of her slit. Then she pushed them apart, spreading herself as wide as she could, revealing the slick, pink reaches within.

That seemed to be a little more than Dave could take. He froze up, staring reluctantly into the wet folds and the narrow, dripping tunnel beyond.

“Is this good?” Rachel asked awkwardly after a moment.

“Yeah, um, thanks,” he managed, snapping himself out of it as he realized that this probably wasn’t the most comfortable position for her to hold herself in.

Steeling himself, Dave forced his arm to reach out, and he placed a hand gently on the inside of her opening. He watched the tunnel contract sharply at his touch, the entrance shrinking down to half the size before gradually opening back up as the girl’s inner muscles relaxed. Rachel adjusted one of her fingers to keep her lips from slipping.

“Sorry, it’s been a while since I, erm…” She never finished her sentence, but she was pretty sure he got the idea.

Dave couldn’t muster up a reply to that, he just took a deep breath and reached in with his other hand. A grimace grew on his face as he made increased contact with the slick folds. The walls pulsed again, pushing back against his hands. He heard Rachel take a deep breath, but it barely registered.

Slowly, he let his arms slip in a bit more, pushing open the tunnel a bit wider as he peered inside, trying his best to prepare himself for what was to come. He could feel the flesh trembling against his skin, along with Rachel’s pounding pulse.

“Please-” came the girl’s voice before she cut it off. Dave looked up, she had a look of distress on her face, her eyes squeezed shut and her lip in her teeth.

“Rachel?!” he asked with a bit of alarm.

“Look,” she said, choking out her reply, “I really don’t want to rush you, but having you poke around like that is driving me crazy. If you could hurry up just a little that would be great.” Her voice broke as she managed to squeeze out the last words.

“Sorry,” he squeaked. He looked back down at her opening, very eagerly waiting for him to fill it. Here goes nothing, he thought. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward and shoved his whole upper body into the sensitive passage.

Rachel squealed as her excited, overbearing nethers contracted tightly around his chest. That had been much faster than she had expected. Dave felt the girl’s lips fold around his waist as she momentarily lost her grip on them, before quickly spreading them back open for him. He could feel her breaths as a light, rhythmic pressure from above him as she tried to calm herself.

Okay, you’re already halfway in now, now just crawl in the rest of the way, he told himself.

He pushed off the tile floor with his bare feet, sliding himself in deeper, and sparking a strong series of contractions. He heard Rachel make a sound, somewhere between a whimper and a groan, as he weathered the onslaught of her eager sex.

Good, keep going.

Dave pressed against the slick walls with his hands and knees for some bit of leverage as he tried to push himself further inside, but they were far too slippery. Instead, all he managed to do was spur the pubescent girl on. The walls squeezed around him, jamming his arms back against his sides. Luckily, the pressure caused him to slide, sucking him in deeper as Rachel’s body continued to swallow him whole in a way no other tiny had experienced.

The contractions grew stronger the further in he was drawn, forcing him to press against even more of the girl’s sensitive tunnel, causing a feedback loop that almost threatened to squeeze the life out of him. He briefly lost track of his surroundings, along with any sense of time beyond Rachel’s rhythm. In the midst of it all, he vaguely registered her outer lips folding over his feet, sealing him inside. And then finally, after an uncertain amount of time, he felt things settle down.

The intense, physical pounding of Rachel’s privates gradually gave way to the sound of her pounding heart.

It’s over, Dave thought to himself, I made it to her womb. Now I just relax here and wait. He let himself go limp. A few seconds passed.

“Are you okay in there?” came Rachel’s voice.

“Yes!” he called as loudly as he could, barely having gotten his breath back. Rachel didn’t really hear the word, so much as an affirmative-sounding noise.

“Good, when you stopped moving, I thought… well, anyway… I know how this is gonna sound, but do you think you could help by moving around some more? It’ll definitely get you inside a lot faster.”

“What?!” Dave yelled. Rachel, hearing a vaguely questioning tone coming from her pelvis, tried to explain a bit more.

“Well to get you into my womb I have to- you know- get to the big finish. I can do it with just my fingers, but it’ll be a lot quicker if you help out in there.”

You’ve got to be joking, Dave thought. He whimpered weakly as her words sunk in. Here he was thinking he had already made it to her womb, but according to her he was still very much in her vagina. Not only that, but she had never mentioned that she would need an orgasm to get him inside, he thought he would just be able to crawl in!

But what could he do about it now? As unpleasant as the thought was to him, she was right: either he curled up and tried to weather the storm as she took her time pleasuring herself, or he did what she asked and helped her get off quickly. Whatever remaining moral qualms aside, he had suffered through her ‘solos’ a number of times before, and he knew they could last a while. The poor man gave a defeated groan.

Dave mustered what strength he could and started wiggling around. He heard her pulse instantly quicken, and the contractions immediately started up again.

Rachel’s eyes went wide as she felt the tiny form inside start to move again, her uneven breathing grew faster, and a smile broke across her face. Without hardly realizing it, she began to bend her knees, drawing her legs closer to her chest. The hand she had been using to spread her lips went to work on her sensitive bud, rubbing away as a few of her fingers played around the edge of her slit.

“Good,” she managed to say. “Just like that. *gasp* Oh, it’s really been a while. I don’t think this’ll take long.”

Dave could only hear every other word; the rest being drowned out by the continuous squelching of Rachel’s ever-moistening insides. The aggressive walls continued to pound against him, but he kept on moving, rubbing and wriggling as best he could, praying that this all would end.

Rachel’s free hand went to her chest, stroking her developing breasts and nipples through her shirt. She deeply regretted not having taken the rest of her clothes off before they started, but she wasn’t about to prolong this by stopping to fix that now. She just tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the well of pleasure building up inside.

They continued on and on. The rhythmic contractions of Rachel’s girlhood growing gradually faster and stronger, little by little, with every thrust of her fingers and with every swipe of Dave’s arm across her walls. Neither of them had any clock to tell the time, and in the otherwise still and quiet of the night, neither of them knew how long they had been at it. But the hourglass in the growing girl’s body was all she needed; counting down to the final thrust, and it was growing close.

“I’m- almost- there-!” she grunted, her fingers working at a mad pace.

She felt the familiar switch inside herself flip, signaling that she was about to reach her peak; the final explosion; the big finish. She pressed on.

“Here it comes!” she squealed.

A thunderous series of contractions pounded against Dave’s tiny body, accompanied by a loud cry of pleasure. Dave vaguely felt himself sliding, but he had long lost any real sense of movement amidst the shifting, slippery folds. Pressures and sounds came and went in a wild blur as his body shook inside hers, and then finally everything became calm.

After a moment, the only pounding left was the sound of Rachel’s pulse, and soon even that began to fade away into a gentle rhythm, harmonized by her heavy breathing, growing slower and quieter as she came down from her peak.

Dave went limp, exhausted and out of breath, only still conscious by some biological miracle of his shrunken body. He was still inside her, that much was for sure, but was he where he needed to be? He didn’t have the energy to try and ask, so he just laid there, surrounded by warmth on all sides, waiting for a sign.

“Whew!” Rachel breathed. “That… that was crazy… Did it work?”

You’re asking me?! Dave thought.

Rachel squeezed her legs together and focused on that area between her hips. She didn’t feel him there anymore. She did feel something else though, some pressure in a place she wasn’t used to.

“I think it did!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “We did it! You’re inside!”

There was no audible reply.

“Dave?” she asked nervously.

She heard a muffled groan just barely loud enough to reach her ears. She briefly thought back to how he used to look after she’d used him for a while.

“Guess you’re kinda worn out,” she remarked. “Well, at least it’s over now. You might as well just let yourself fall asleep; the internet said you’ll probably be unconscious for most of the time anyway.”

That was another thing Rachel had neglected to mention, but Dave was far too exhausted to care at this point. A week of sleep actually sounded pretty good.

Rachel looked up from her belly, her gaze drifting across the quiet bathroom. It was strange, with Dave tucked away inside her, unable to speak, it was almost like she was alone now. She stood up and walked over to the sinks and began absentmindedly washing herself.

Guess I’ll just have to survive without him for a week, she thought to herself, half-jokingly. Then the smile on her face started to fade. A week. Where would she even be in a week?

Rachel was back to her normal size now, she could go outside safely, she didn’t have to hide herself from other people anymore, she could even go back home. Or could she really? First off, she had been missing for the better part of a month, she wouldn’t be able to just show up again without some sort of explanation.

And then of course there was a bigger problem: Sarah and her father. As far as they knew, Rachel’s former-friend had flushed her down the toilet days ago. But if she went back to her old life and started attending class again, they would know she had survived. She doubted they would just let her be, not after what she’d seen.

Rachel finished washing and went to grab some towels for the mess she’d left on the floor.

Sarah… she thought angrily. She wasn’t about to let the back-stabbing teen scare her away from her own life. I’ll get you back. You better watch your step.

Originally Published: 12-Nov-2019