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Dave awoke with a start as he felt his entire world lurch. Jarred from his surprisingly comfortable sleep, he tried to open his eyes only to find more darkness. Waking up to darkness was something he had gotten used to over the past couple weeks, but the feeling of something wet smothering his face was new. He instinctively tried to bring his hands up to wipe his face, but felt his arms brush firmly against slick, supple walls that seemed to surround him on all sides. The walls squeezed in on him for a short moment and then relaxed once again; a quick pulse in response to his touch.
In another lurching motion he felt himself rotated so that his head was facing down, he slid a short distance as his weight shifted, but the pressure of the walls kept him mostly in place. Next came a series of thuds, which he could feel vibrating through his surroundings and into his body. The fog of sleep finally fading, he began to remember where he was.
He took a deep breath of the stale, odiferous air, hardly believing that he had been able to survive the night let alone tolerate the smell enough to breathe without gagging. He felt the urge to stretch, but restrained himself, knowing what kind of response that would trigger. Instead he just lay there, silent and still, suspended upside-down in the wet darkness that he knew to be Rachel’s privates.
He felt as she moved around, walking forward, leaning over, bending down; probably getting ready for her coming day at school, collecting up the uniform she despised so much. He heard a muffled rubbing sound and felt the walls around him tense up just a bit as his surroundings jiggled; scratching herself perhaps?
After what was probably a few minutes (it wasn’t exactly easy to tell time), he heard what he thought was a door, followed by a bit more walking, and then another door. A moment later a new sound reached his ears, it was continuous but faint, almost blending into the ambient sounds of the girl’s body. Was that running water? He listened for a while, trying to make out what he could while Rachel stood mostly still, until the sound disappeared. Afterwards he felt her take another couple steps and then heard a much more distinct noise.
*clank*
He felt her turn and lurch downwards and then his eyes were blinded by a sudden light. He hadn’t even realized that his eyes had been open, but now he squinted and blinked as they began to adjust.
Thank God, she’s letting me out, he thought, crawling eagerly but gently towards the beckoning sliver of light, gravity helping him along. He couldn’t yet make out what was beyond the opening, but he really didn’t care. He inched himself closer and closer until finally he managed to stick his tiny head out into the world.
Dave took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air, the sensation filling him with immense relief… which was quickly interrupted as a loud, alarming sound burst to life nearby. Hurriedly twisting his neck, he saw a sizable stream of yellowish liquid begin to gush from a tiny opening above him, barely missing his head as it cascaded past him to land with a thunderous rumble in the pool of water below. A new stench quickly filled his nostrils, sharp and foul.
“Watch it, Dave,” came Rachel’s tired voice, hardly audible over her rushing flow. “I don’t feel like fishing you out of the toilet again.”
His instincts urged him to retreat back inside, away from the foul cascade that could carry him off, but the oxygen-rich air felt too good in his lungs, even with the horrible smell. And even though it was growing considerably warmer with the heat rising off her urine as it accumulated below, the outside air was still relaxingly cool compared to the sauna he had slept in.
“Couldn’t you have at least let me out while you were using the toilet? You kept me in here all night,” he complained as her stream petered out enough for him to be heard.
“Get used to it.” she replied, “You’re gonna be in there all day.”
He felt some of her muscles relax around him as others tightened.
*phrt*
He flinched at the sound, which to him had seemed more like a small explosion. Yet another equally fetid smell overtook him as he felt something begin to shift beyond the muscles he was resting on.
*plop*
He couldn’t quite see it from his angle (not that he was looking), but he knew what it was. He wanted to complain more but found himself stifled by the awkwardness of the situation.
*plip*
*sploosh*
*plop*
*sigh*
He felt Rachel shift around a bit.
“Stay nice and still during school and maybe I’ll let you out for a while after I finish playing with you tonight,” she said.
A moment later a large wad of white toilet paper covered his view, pressing against her lower lips as she wiped herself clean and pushing him back inside at the same time. Dave felt her muscles shift and contract, pulling him in a bit further and sealing the exit as she stood up.
*flush*
…
Rachel was surprised at how pleasantly distracting it was to have a tiny inside her. Not even the feeling, so much as the idea. She had found herself dwelling on it quite a bit as she sat through the tirade of lectures and books that were her morning classes. Imagining Dave squished up nice and tight inside her was just way more interesting than school, especially when she felt him move. He never moved too much, just a slight shift every now and then, just enough to remind her that he was there, but not so much as to get her wet; it was perfect.
But now that her morning classes were over, she had more important things to think about- and not just her lunch.
“Hey, Sarah. Could we… talk for a sec?” she asked, having tracked her friend down now that they were both out of class. The older girl turned to her and seemed to think for a moment before responding.
“Sure, Rae. I know just the place,” she replied, beckoning with a finger as she began to lead the way. Rachel followed her friend against the flow of other students, around a few corners, until they came to a short, empty passage that led to some sort of maintenance door. They stopped there in the hall, out of sight and earshot.
“What’s up?” Sarah asked.
“I, uh… I sort of lost my box,” Rachel admitted. The expression on Sarah’s face suddenly darkened.
“What do you mean you ‘lost’ it?”
“My mom barged into my room while I had it out and she kinda took it away.”
“You mean you got caught!? Fuck, Rae! You better not have told her you got them from me!”
“No! No, of course not! She has no idea where they came from, I swear! And she’s not going to tell anyone either, I saw her get rid of everything last night. Trust me, everything’s gonna be cool, I just need my next box early.”
“Seriously!?”
Rachel recoiled a bit at her reply. Sarah looked down at her with a mixture of frustration and disappointment and pinned her with that gaze for a long moment.
“*sigh* Look, since you’re my best friend and all, I’ll cut you some slack,” Sarah finally replied. “But you’re supposed to trade in your empty box when I give you a new one; those boxes aren’t cheap.”
“I know,” Rachel said regretfully, “I took some extra money from my mom’s purse this morning.” The girl reached behind herself and slipped her hand into a pocket of her backpack, withdrawing with a small wad of bills. “Is this enough?” she asked. Sarah rolled her eyes and took the money, flipping through the bills as she counted.
“This’ll work,” she replied. She took her own bag off her shoulders and opened it up, putting the money inside. Rachel expected her to pull out a fresh box of tinies, but instead she withdrew a notepad and a pencil. She scribbled something down and then tore off the page and handed it to Rachel.
“…What’s this for?” Rachel asked, looking from the paper back to her friend.
“Come to this address after school, and I’ll give you another box,” she explained, then she turned and began to walk away.
“Wait, I can’t. I’m grounded; my mom won’t let me out, she’s even picking me up today. Can’t you just bring it tomorrow?”
“I don’t have room to carry around an extra box for you. If you want your next one early, you’ll have to come get it yourself. Tonight.”
“But my mom-”
“Come on, Rae, just sneak out. It’s not that hard,” Sarah insisted. Then she disappeared around the corner.
…
After checking the last stall to make sure no one was inside, Rachel locked herself in and sat down on the toilet with a quietly frustrated huff, spreading her legs over the seat. She felt her occupant begin to move around again before seeing his head peak out from her slit.
“What the hell, Dave?” she whispered angrily. “Were you trying to make me cream my pants in the middle of the cafeteria?”
“Sorry, there’s no other way to get your attention,” he replied awkwardly.
“Well, what is it?”
“It’s just, I’m getting hungry.”
“So, what do you want me to do about it? Stick breadcrumbs up my vag?”
“Can’t you just bring some food in here so I can eat? Without having to taste your… you know, all over it?”
“Fine, but you better be quick. I can’t be late for my next class.” There was a moment of silence as Rachel expected Dave to crawl back inside.
“…Rachel, you’re really gonna get another box of tinies… so you can eat them?” The girl smirked at his words.
“Aw, I’m flattered you’d like to live in my vag forever, but having somewhere else to put you would be nice. And if I didn’t have any little snacks to fill my tummy after school, I might just get desperate and eat my favorite little toy instead. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Dave gave a frustrated sigh at her obvious teasing, seeing that he wasn’t about to get any guilt out of her.
“Just… be careful, I guess. I don’t really trust that friend of yours,” he replied.
Rachel was about to say something back when she heard the door to the girl’s room open. Worried that someone might catch them talking, she quickly brought a hand down to her crotch and shoved Dave back inside. She took a moment to let the resulting wave of pleasure pass over her before pulling her panties and skirt back up and leaving the stall.
She headed back to the cafeteria, hoping to find some little snack she could give to her toy to keep him well-behaved for the rest of the day.
…
Sarah was right, sneaking out really wasn’t that hard, Rachel thought as she walked down the street on her own. Even though her mother had confiscated her phone, she was confident she knew her neighborhood well enough to find the address she had been given. Lots of the kids who went to her school lived around there, which meant she had seen most of the area from the school bus.
It should be just around the next block, she thought, reading the street names. Though there were very few people around at the moment, the neighborhood was actually pretty nice: clean houses, smooth roads, a few trees.
As she rounded the corner, however, she was met with an uneasy sight. While the first few houses were nice enough, they seemed to get progressively worse as the street went on. Many were rundown, in various states of disrepair, some with broken windows. Most of them gave the impression that, while someone might have lived there once, no one was living there now. But Rachel pressed on, reading the numbers by the doors to make sure she was going the right way.
She saw her destination long before she could make out the address: a wide, rather ugly building with worn brick walls and no windows to be seen. It seemed like some kind of warehouse, but that wasn’t too out of place; there were random businesses dotted all around town, little supermarkets and offices right next door to residences. She didn’t think much of it.
Rachel walked up to the bland, metal door at the entrance but then hesitated, unsure what to do next. After a moment of thought, she reached out her hand and gave a few knocks. She waited, starting to feel a bit nervous for some reason, until she suddenly heard some noise from the other side: locks being undone.
The door opened.
“Hello there,” said an unfamiliar man, standing in the doorway. “You must be Rachel. Sarah said you’d be coming.” Rachel looked him over, he smiled down at her innocently enough.
“Uh… who are you?” she asked,.“Not to be rude or anything.”
“I’m Sarah’s father,” he answered politely.
“Oh, uh, nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine.” He beckoned her forward and she stepped inside. He closed the door behind her.
Questions began to pile up in her mind as she was led through barren corridors and down a number of stairways, but she held her tongue. After all she wasn’t exactly sure how much Sarah’s father knew regarding their shared interest, and one wrong question might give everything away. Eventually, they came to a stop in front of another metal door at the end of a hallway.
“Uh, where’s Sarah?” Rachel asked.
“She’s right in here, getting your tinies ready,” the man answered.
“So you know about them?” she asked. The man’s smile broadened.
“Of course. Where do you think she gets them from?”
He opened the door. Rachel peered inside. The light was a bit dim, but she could clearly see a table with a very familiar box on top. She stepped inside, looking around.
“Sarah?” she called. “… Hey, I see the box but where’s-”
A loud crash echoed through the barren room as the door slammed shut behind her, startling the girl out of her skin. She quickly turned and ran back to it.
“Hey, what the hell’s going on!? Let me out!”
A gentle hissing sound reached her ears, growing steadily louder. She banged on the door.
“Sarah!! Anyone!! What… what… what’s happening?” Suddenly she was feeling very tired, her eyelids growing heavy. She looked around the room, there was no other way out. She felt herself begin to lose balance, staggering over to the table and collapsing against it.
Rachel let her eyes close and finally passed out.