The mop slid across the
cold tile floor as it did every day, cleaning off the latest layer of filth the
students had left, a new one would replace it tomorrow. Firm callused hands
held onto the sturdy wooden handle, guiding the mop around the girl’s locker
room. The room was overdue for renovation, despite care and constant repairs it
had begun to show its age. Metal lockers lined the walls of the room, their
doors full of dents from years of abuse at the student’s hands. A long wooden
bench stretched out in the center of the room, offering a seat to whoever may
need it.
This was Michael’s least
favorite place to clean, the athletes always seemed to leave the worst mess. He
bent over to pick up a candy rapper the girls had tossed on the floor, letting
out a grunt as his back strained to pull him back up. 22 years on the job had
taken its toll, every day it took him a little longer to complete his
job.
Muffled screams could be
heard from the adjacent gym, the volleyball team was having their after-school
practice. It must be going well based on all the noise Michael reckoned. His
eyes glanced at the cheap watch that sat on his wrist, 3:30 it read. That meant
he had about a half hour or so until the girls would be done practicing, should
be plenty of time to finish cleaning up.
Suddenly, a sharp pain
overtook Michael, as if a spike had been dug into his side. His hands grabbed
onto the wooden bench for support as his knees gave out from under him. With as
little movement as possible he sat down on the bench; every minuscule movement
caused the pain to flare up even more intensely. He held his head in his hands,
beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. The pain doubled, causing his vision
to blur. What the fuck was this? Did he need to call 911? Another Jolt of pain
shot through his side. Yes, he definitely needed to call 911. He weakly brought
his hand into his pocket and pulled out the phone. As his fingers fumbled to
bring up the keypad another rush of pain hit, sending him into unconsciousness.
He collapsed onto the bench.
Michael woke up groggily,
the pain had subsided at least, only a minor burning sensation remained in his
chest. What had happened? He wiped his eyes before looking around the room when
he finally noticed his new issue. He was hundreds of feet in the air. A plain
of wood stretched out to his left and right endlessly. He could feel his chest
begin to pound as he realized he was still on the locker room bench, only now
shrunken. “What the fuck!” He screamed out, though no one could hear him. This
couldn’t be real; no, he must be dreaming. He tried to think of any explanation
for the unexplainable event he was now in but was unable. He stood 1/10 of an
inch tall on the old bench. Michael quickly decided he needed a way down, a way
to find help. His eyes looked down at the watch that had shrunken with. The
face read 4:15.
As he realized what this
meant he heard the sounds of footsteps coming towards the locker room. Before
he could begin to run a stream of female students began to pour into the room,
filling it with the sound of chatter and gossip. Michael cowered as the giants
passed him, going to their lockers and gym bags to retrieve fresh
clothes.
“Coach killed us today”
one girl groaned, wiping sweat off her forehead.
“Tell me about it, my feet
are on fire” another agreed. Michael recognized her as Hailey, one of the
seniors that would be graduating soon.
“Yeah, I’ve got to get out
of these clothes” another blurted out. Michael turned towards the source of
this remark, it was Talia, a young black girl and one of the schools’ best
athletes. She had always been kind to him and rarely caused problems. She wore
a mini fro today and a small piercing adorned her nose. Her clothes were
visibly sweaty from the intense practice the team had just endured. He watched
in amazement as her towering form approached him on the bench until she stood
in front of it. Her massive thighs crafting a wall of dark beautiful skin in
front of him, they seemed to stretch up forever. Michael snapped back to reality
as the teen turned around, and began to sit down, casting him in the shadow of
her plump butt. Michael looked up in horror as the two massive mounds of flesh
fell towards him rapidly.
“NO NO NO TALIA DOWN
HERE!” He screamed up at the sitting girl, but his tiny cries couldn’t reach
her ears. Her backpedaled as fast as he could as the titanic ass fell over him,
replacing the sky with her sweaty shorts
*thud*
Talia plopped down on the bench;
her legs too tired to hold her up anymore. God she was sweaty, she hated
feeling gross after practice. She began to take off her sweaty socks, peeling
them off her feet, her nose crinkled as the smell wafted up to her face. Bits
of lint stuck to her toes as the socks came free, adhered to them from the copious
amounts of sweat. She sat them beside her on the bench, praying her teammates wouldn’t
notice the smell. She reached down into her gym bag, an old backpack she had
stopped using for school years ago. The bag had seen better days, the straps
were worn down, and the logo that once adorned the front had nearly completely
faded, only a faint hint that it ever existed remained. From it she pulled a
pair of fresh socks and began to put them on.
Below, Michael was sure he
was dead as the massive ass landed on top of him, trapping him in a world of
darkness and sweat. It felt like he had been trapped in a sauna, and that sauna
was on fire. He squirmed under the student, attempting to make himself known,
but Talia didn’t feel a thing. As the student moved around while changing and
digging through her bag, he was consequently grinded into the squishy butt,
completely surrounded by her. His hands seemed to sink into the fatty flesh as
he tried to push it off him, and endless amount of ass encased him. As she
shifted her weight again Michael felt his right leg crunch under her body. He
tried to scream out in pain, but Talia’s ass muffled any noise he made, no
matter how loud. He couldn’t see but he was sure the leg was broken, the pain burned
through his entire body. He prayed to God she would need to get up soon, and
his prayers were answered.
As Talia stood
up from the seat Michael was brought with her, adhered to the back of her tight
shorts. Her massive cheeks gobbled the fabric up in a wedgie, sucking Michael
between them as well. It was like being in a trash compactor, constant pressure
from all sides. A small trickle of blood began to stream out of his nose as the
massive cheeks pressed against him. He squirmed as hard as he could, fighting
to escape the massive ass crack that now served as his prison. Using his hands,
he tried to claw his way out desperately. The sweaty fabric made his journey
even more difficult, it seemed to latch onto him, as if it didn’t want him to
leave. He made little progress, his injured leg only further slowing him down.
His vision began to go black as he
struggled to fill his lungs with air. He
would soon suffocate, or simply pop from the immense pressure. Miraculously,
Talia bent over at that moment, allowing the pressure to subside, and Michael
to fall from her shorts.
He screamed
with everything left in him as he quickly plummeted through the air, below him
lay Talia’s gym bag. Why hadn’t he considered this happening while fighting for
his escape.
*Crack*
He landed in
the musty bag, a loud crack rung out as he slammed down. Michael knew what had
happened, he couldn’t feel either leg anymore. He didn’t want to look but
forced his eyes down towards his lower half. His left leg now matched the right
one, a mangled mess. He had at least survived the fall and his time under the
titanic teen, though he wasn’t sure he would ever walk again, assuming he even
managed to get back to his normal size. His stomach turned flips as he gazed
onto what was left of his lower half. He looked away; it would do him now good
to think about it now he decided. Thankfully, he was able to bear the immense
pain, his body must have gone into some sort of shock, not allowing it to sink
in quite yet. He collapsed onto his back, catching his breath. Far above Talia
collected more of her things.
“Let’s put
these things away” she muttered as she grabbed onto her gym socks, making sure
to hold them out far away from her nose. She could practically see the stink on
them at this point. She dangled them over the bag before dropping them in.
Michael
couldn’t even move as he watched the events unfold, only able to cry at what
was coming for him, the sweaty black sock flew through the wind, settling
itself flatly on top of him inside the bag. The smell was beyond words, an
acidic thing that would kill a man if he was left with it for too long. Michael
began to cough harshly as the rank odor filled his lungs. Each breath more
laborious than the last, causing his head to feel lighter and lighter. The damp
fabric clung to his body, molding itself around him, though it was too heavy
for him to fight off. Was this how he died he wondered, suffocated under a
dirty gym sock? The potent odor filled his lungs again as he hesitantly took
another breath. He wondered if they would ever even find him, or would he forever
lay inside this rancid bag, rotting away under sweaty socks and used shorts. As
the bleak thoughts filled his mind, Talia’s leg collided with the side of the
bag as she continued to change, sending it tilting over onto its side.
“AGGGGHHHH”
Michael
screamed in terror as the bag fell on its side, his eyes pinched shut. It was
as if gravity had suddenly changed, he and the rest of the bag’s contents now falling
forward. After everything had settled, Michael slowly opened his eyes. He now
lay on top of the sock, still surrounded by its oppressive musk, but no longer
trapped under it. Hope filled his heart as he saw the bags zipper directly in
front of him, he had landed only a dozen or so feet away from the exit. He just
might live.
Michael gritted
his teeth as he began to claw his way forward on the sock. Each inch of
progress was nothing but agony, the adrenaline was slowly wearing off, allowing
him to feel what was left of his legs. His hand reached out, latching onto the cold
metal zipper. With another tug he pulled his upper half out of the bag, fresh
air finally filled his lungs. He pulled himself forward again, letting out a
pained cry as his legs were pulled out of the bag, landing limply on the ground
behind him. He was free now, but still far from safe. After a few moments of
rest, he lifted his head from the ground, before quickly looking back down. He
had caught a glimpse of the girls in various states of undress, a few in
nothing but underwear. Despite the extreme circumstance he still felt ashamed
to be viewing such a thing. He decided he would crawl under the bench for now
and rest, the school’s other janitor should be looking for him once they
realize he’s missing. He couldn’t risk any more close encounters with the students.
He reached his hand out and tried to get a grip on the slick tile in front of
him, still slightly wet from his mopping earlier. He drug himself forward, his
muscles ached. His hand stretched out again.
“What the fuck
is that?!” a high-pitched voice questioned
Michael turned
his neck, allowing him to see the origin of the question. It was Michelle, the
volleyball team’s captain. She was hunched slightly looking down at him, her brown
hair draped over her eyes as her head tilted further forward, a disgusted look
on her face. Michael knew this girl, had watched her grow up over the years. A
bit of a troublemaker but a decent student all around. Now she looked at him as
if he was less than human.
Talia and a few
of the other girls glanced down to see what Michelle was talking about.
Spotting Michael on the floor, his heart sank as their looks turned into the
same disgusted one on Michelle’s face.
“EWWW a fucking
bug!” Talia said, taking a step away from him, as if she was the one that
should be scared of him.
“NO NO! ITS ME!
ITS MICHAEL!” He pleaded with Michelle, desperate for her to recognize him. His
voice turned horse as he continued to beg. He could see in her eyes that she
still saw him as the bug he had been deemed as.
“I’ll get it”
Michelle called out coldly, lifting her sneaker.
Michael didn’t
attempt to crawl away as the sneaker lifted over him, he knew at this point he
couldn’t escape the athlete’s shoe. The sole that loomed over him was filthy,
covered in grime and dust from the gym’s hard floor, Michael even saw what
looked to be the remains of an unlucky ant stuck the heel of the shoe, a fate
he would share momentarily he realized. The tread had been worn down into near
nothingness from the countless games and practices they had endured. He closed
his eyes as the shoe descended. It felt like a truck slammed into him as the dirty
sneaker made contact, pushing him flat against the ground. Michelle had spared
him the mercy of making it quick, instead resting her shoe on him for a moment,
before the pressure slowly began to build as her athletic legs pressed down. A puddle of blood sputtered out of his lips as he felt his ribs begin to
crack, a series of loud pops following each one. His skull was on fire as it
was forced against the cold tile floor. He prayed she would just end it
already! Finally, Michelle put her full weight down, pitying the poor bug.
*CRUNCH*
She felt the minuscule thing pop under her, giving way to the tremendous weight of her
sneaker. Michelle twisted her foot for good measure, though she was sure she
had gotten the nasty little thing. Satisfied, she lifted her shoe again,
revealing a red smear that remained on the floor, the only evidence the bug had
ever existed. She turned her foot over, a matching stain now adorned the bottom
of her gym sneakers, mixed in with the other grime. It would rub off in time,
she assumed.
“Want me to get
a napkin?” Talia asked, pointing at the mess Michelle had made of the bug
“Nah…The
janitor will clean it up” Michelle responded, unworried by the insignificant
streak of blood, before turning around to finish changing.