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Rachel was having a bad day. Not bad in the way things usually were, though. No, that day, things had been bad in an entirely new way. She hadn’t fallen into another argument with her mother, she hadn’t gotten scolded by her teachers at school, heck, the bullies hadn’t even bothered her. No, today she had been plagued by something far more flustering, far more intense, and far more personal than any of her normal torments. Something that, even as she sat there quietly on the bus, continued to harass her to the point where she counted every block as it passed by, desperately wishing she were already home.
When the bus finally did arrive at her house, she reluctantly uncrossed her tightly clenched legs and shuffled as normally as she could towards the promise of privacy, hoping she was putting on a good enough act that none of the other kids noticed the awkward desperation underneath. Not that she could bring herself to look at them either way, or really at anything for that matter, not with all her attention so completely fixed on the constant, aching urge- somehow both burning hot and dripping wet- that she could feel pulsing through her body with every slightest movement of her thighs.
As soon as the school bus pulled out of sight, she immediately sprinted for her front door, throwing it open, slamming it behind her and then running upstairs to her room. The fact that her mother had almost certainly heard her come in was hardly an afterthought as she swiftly shut her bedroom door behind herself and twisted the lock.
Only then did she finally relax a bit. She took a few deep breaths, placing her bag down by the wall and taking off her shoes. She could still feel it, that aching between her legs, but at least now she didn’t have to worry about covering it up.
Geeze, it’s never been this bad before, she thought to herself. Sure, there had been a couple incidents over the past few months, enough that she’d learned to bring spare underwear to school, but this? This was torture.
She began to undo her shirt, eager to get out of the restrictive uniform and get some air.
The worst part was she hardly even understood what “this” was! I mean, she did know some things. She had heard bits and pieces from some of the older kids, and she did have internet access, but everything she heard sounded like a secret code to her, and her mom’s stupid, overbearing child-blocks filtered out practically everything online. And of course the last thing she was going to do was ask her mother about it.
She cast her shirt aside and went on to her skirt. And, no, the fact that her school uniform included a skirt did not help things.
Dwelling on what little she knew, she recalled what her friend Sarah had told her, back when she had been over a few days ago. Rachel frowned as the idea popped into her head again. Back then she had just thought it was some super-weird way of messing with tinies, but now she was starting to think it might be something else.
Letting her skirt drop, she looked down at her crotch. She put a hand to her underwear and peeled back the front of her panties to peek inside. She almost winced at the friction against her sensitive lips, along with the startling feeling of the cool air brushing against her bare, sultry skin. The fabric felt as wet against her fingers as it had against her legs, so wet that she might as well have pissed herself. And those were her spares. She lifted one leg and pulled her drawers down, discarding them along with her other clothes.
Rachel knew this weird feeling had something to do with putting things inside her vag, but she had yet to work up the nerve to try it herself. Was using tinies how Sarah had dealt with it? She reached down and very gently placed a hand over her slit. Even that very light contact sent a jolt up her spine.
The thought of having a tiny anywhere near her privates was uncomfortable to her in a way she couldn’t describe. She could barely even touch herself without flinching, and even if she could handle the feeling of a tiny, what if they tried to hurt her? I mean, yeah, they couldn’t do much, but they still had little teeth and nails, right? Really, really little… Okay fine, so it was a bit of an irrational fear, but that didn’t make it any less scary.
She withdrew her hand, a bit of clear fluids now clinging to her fingers. Another burning wave of desire ran through her as her own touch receded. She grunted in frustration. At that point, the idea of going another minute in that condition was far more uncomfortable than Sarah’s suggestion, but her fear of what a wild little tiny might do down there still held her back.
Unless… what if it wasn’t just any tiny… she thought. What about Dave? Yeah, Dave wouldn’t try to hurt me, would he? I can trust him with that much, right? Wait, ‘trust’? she caught herself thinking, I must really be getting desperate. Being one to pace idly while she thought, Rachel started to move her legs only to stop immediately as she felt her lips rub against each other. Fuck it, I am desperate.
Crouching down onto her arms and knees, she quickly dug around underneath her bed and pulled out the box of tinies. But rather than set it up like she normally did, she only pulled the box far enough to open it and then immediately popped the latch. A mosaic of terrified, tiny faces greeted her as usual, but she wasn’t interested in that today.
She quickly scanned the miniature crowd, found Dave, and snatched him up without so much as a word. Supporting herself on her elbows, she used her free hand to close and lock the box again before pushing it back under her bed.
“Rachel!? What is it this time!?” Dave asked, with a fair mix of fear and frustration. Ever since his little tour of her digestive system a few days ago she had continued to tease and toy with him whenever she came to eat the other tinies, but knowing that she wasn’t actually going to eat him meant his terror of her was gradually starting to fade. This was different though. Even when she was messing with him, she usually didn’t pick him up, and definitely not by himself in a hurry like this.
The only answer he got to his question was a jarring thud as Rachel fell back onto her bottom, and then proceeded to stare at him anxiously. Something was definitely on her mind. As he looked her over, his eyes eventually grazed over her lower body.
“Ah! Rachel!” he exclaimed, throwing up his hands, “You’re not wearing any-”
“Shut it,” she interrupted, a small blush showing on her cheeks as she thought over what she was about to do, though she wasn’t quite sure why. “That’s why I took you out.”
“…What do you mean?” he asked, now much quieter and much more worried.
“It’s been… annoying me all day, and you’re gonna fix it,” she said, seeming to have a hard time with her words.
Dave looked up and stared at the girl in silence. Ideas of what she might mean filled his head, but he didn’t dare speak. He hoped desperately that he was just horribly misunderstanding her.
“I’m gonna put you inside,” she said emphatically, seeming to finally commit herself to the idea just as she forced the words out of her mouth.
Dave immediately wanted to refuse but found that all he could do was stare at her, dumbfounded. The very idea was enough to stun him for a moment. He was only snapped out of his daze when Rachel abruptly lowered him down toward her legs.
“Wait! Rachel, you don’t really mean you’re gonna put me in your-!” he stopped himself before the word left his mouth.
“Just say it! ‘Vagina’. And yes, I am. Now keep your mouth shut and be a good tiny,” she instructed, a bit of her normal bitterness showing through her awkward shell.
“No! I am not a sex toy, I’m a person! And I am not going to have full-body-sex with a twelve-year-old!” He began to struggle in her grip, looking anywhere but between her legs.
“Listen you little shit!” she growled, squeezing him tighter. He went still and looked her in the eyes again. She had her lip in her teeth, her eyes almost watering; he could see the immense desperation she was barely holding back. “I need this. I don’t care what you think you are. You’re gonna help me whether you want to or not. And if you make another sound or do anything I don’t like down there, I will eat you again, and this time you won’t be coming back out.”
Dave went wooden and silent. He had been a victim of her teasing all week, and that threat had been no bluff.
“Good,” she spat.
Dave watched his view shift as Rachel started to move her hand again. He saw her legs come up on either side of him, blocking off the rest of the darkened room. Then suddenly he came to a stop. He kept his head turned as far away as possible, unwilling to look, but he could feel the heat radiating against his cheek. He tried to ignore it, but his mounting fear and apprehension finally got the better of him, and almost before he knew it he found his head turning to see what lay ahead.
Dave gulped as his eyes took in Rachel’s privates. The massive slit lay barely a finger’s width away, glistening in the dim light as her fluids leaked out over her swollen outer lips. Small, sparse hairs dotted her crotch, slicked flat against her skin by her own juices. A smell wafted over him unlike any other. All social and moral worries aside, he did not want to find out what it was like in there.
But she wasn’t moving him any closer; she just held him there in her fist. Maybe she was changing her mind? Maybe she couldn’t bring herself to do it after all. He looked up at her from the valley of her crotch. She was already looking down at him.
“Don’t… don’t move too much,” she said. He could tell she had meant it as an authoritative order, but her own apprehension had taken all of the bite from her voice. She looked away as Dave felt himself begin to move again. His gaze snapped back to her slit and his eyes went wide.
*SHLICK*
The sound filled his ears as the wet skin slipped effortlessly over his head, accompanied by the loud pulsing of the girl’s heart as her blood coursed through her lower lips.
Rachel hadn’t heard a thing, but she had sure as hell felt it. Whether it was her virginity, her anticipation, or her desperation, the tiny intrusion sent a wave through her powerful enough to make her gasp. She panted shallowly for a moment, feeling the tiny’s little head against the inner surface of her lips as they folded over him.
That… wasn’t so bad… she thought, getting over the shock of the unusual sensation. Actually, it feels kinda…
A bit less reluctantly, Rachel slid him in a bit further. She felt her whole tunnel pulse in a series of fading contractions, spurred to life by the mere promise of satisfaction, even though the little guy was barely inside. But now he was in far enough that she could start to feel him moving. It wasn’t much, just him wriggling his upper body around while the rest of him was still held tightly in her fist, but she could feel it.
That feels… fucking great! A small smile began to grow on her face as her fear melted away. Suddenly, she couldn’t remember what she had been so worried about. Alright Dave, let’s do this.
In one quick move, Rachel flattened her hand against her crotch, shoving Dave all the way inside and at the same time unwittingly slapping her clit. She gasped sharply and let out a sharp squeal. Her whole body shivered as she let out a shaky breath.
Okay, maybe that was a bit too much, she thought. But then she felt it: that powerful, satisfying sensation, spreading through her core as the tiny man’s body began to struggle against her inner walls. She took a deep breath as the sensation grew, and then another, starting to breathe faster as the stimulation increased.
She felt a small trickle of her fluids leak out past her hand and onto the floor. As great as this felt, she somehow found herself inexplicably craving more. Tenderly, she slipped one of her fingers between her lips. She had to take a moment to adjust to the new presence, but once she did, she quickly felt around and found Dave’s feet. She pushed, acting on impulse, sending him in deeper.
Rachel gasped again, but not in fear or surprise like before. No, this time she gasped in pleasure. Her tunnel pulsed again, squeezing tight against the man’s tiny form. Her fingers began to twitch, rubbing slightly against her inner walls, and almost before she knew it she had started moving them more, led by an instinct she never knew she had.
Within a few moments she had started to find a rhythm, rubbing her fingers back and forth along her slick folds as Dave continued to wriggle around deep inside. Her breathing grew heavier, her whole body felt warm. She could feel her nipples pressing hard against the inner fabric of her bra, but she wasn’t about to stop to take it off.
For Dave, it was like being swallowed all over again: dark, cramped and subjected to the will of the girl’s body. The hot, dripping walls squeezed against his tiny form as the pounding of her pulse overshadowed his own, accompanied in time by the sound of her fingers slipping in and out of her eager lips behind him. He kept his eyes welded shut as her fluids poured over his face, soaking into his clothes. If it weren’t for the quirks of his shrunken biology, he might have been in serious danger of drowning, instead he was forced to endure the onslaught of her young sex as the living walls pressed into him with their sopping embrace.
This is the best thing ever! I have to remember to thank Sarah the next time I see her! Damn, I can feel him all the way inside…
She leaned over herself further and twisted her fingers to reach new areas, while at the same time clenching her pelvic muscles to increase the pressure on her little toy. She could feel her insides starting to change, growing firmer as the feeling of pleasure itself began to evolve. She could feel it building toward something, something that called out to her, spurring her onward.
She heard herself begin to moan, and found just enough self-control to keep it low. Her toes curled, pressing down hard into the unyielding floor, but she barely noticed. All she cared about was the sensation of her blooming girlhood, washing away everything else from her mind as it washed over the tiny inside.
Time ticked on, a blur to both of them as she hammered at her own slit. Her muscles started to ache, complaining from being held so tight in such an awkward position, but she ignored them. She could feel the end approaching, the pressure and pleasure inside commingling and soaring to new heights.
“Awwwww… get ready Dave…” she groaned, closing her eyes tight as she felt her body begin to reach its peak. She pressed her fingers even harder into her folds, sprinting towards the finish as she felt the tiny inside her give a renewed series of struggles, met in turn by even more contractions from her roaring pussy.
And then one final thrust sent her flying over the edge. She pressed her thighs together awkwardly around her hand as her entire body clenched, her inner walls spasming in a glorious, overwhelming, symphony of sensation. The contractions were so intense that they sent her juices spraying out from between her entrance, spattering her legs. And not only that, but she could feel Dave begin to slide, slipping against her sensitive folds as they constricted around him, pushing him towards her slit.
It all lasted for a few brief, timeless seconds, before suddenly fading away, leaving in its place a wave of relaxation that rolled through her tense body. Her arms and legs fell limp and she let herself slump over onto her side.
The resulting shift in pressure allowed Dave to slide the rest of the way out from her satisfied snatch, dripping along with the last of her fluids down her butt and into the puddle she had made on the floor. He gasped for air as his head emerged into the outside world, so beaten and exhausted that he could hardly move.
But he was only allowed to lay there for a short moment before a large hand came feeling around for him, the limp fingers sliding through the juices until they found his tiny body, and then wrapping around him and whisking him away.
Rachel brought Dave up to her face, grinning in the afterglow.
“I can’t have you running off now, can I?” she teased.
“Rachel,” he breathed, “that was so wrong! In so many ways!”
“Whatever that was, it was…” her comeback trailed off as she seemed to be at a loss for words. “Well, whatever it was, you’d better get used to it, cause we are definitely doing it again.” She pushed herself back upright. “Ahh, I haven’t felt this good in days,” she muttered.
Her bare leg accidentally brushed against the edge of her puddle. “Guess I made a bit of a mess though. Well, I better clean that up before my mom sees it. Back in the box you go, Dave.” She reached under the bed again and slid out her inconspicuous prison.
“Come on Rachel, you can’t put me back like this!” he complained.