Going to School
by skeezan

Greg peeked out of his step-daughters backpack looking at all the students going about there day moving from class to class. “What a fine mess I've gotten myself into.” He said to himself looking up at his Greta looming above him. An idea crossed his mind of getting her attention but then was immediately crossed out when Greg remembered who's attention he would be getting. The day wasn't supposed to be like this, the girls would enjoy there last day of school for the week and Greg would enjoy a much needed day off work with no gargantuan asses to fall on him. However fate had different plans in store for the five-inch tall man as when packing Greta's lunch he accidentally fell in. Any attempt to escape would only result in Greg plummeting what was to him thousands of feet so he waited, knowing fully well that whatever would transpire after he got out would not be in his favour.

Greta had brought Greg to the computer lab where she carelessly tossed her bag to a chair next to her and sat down. The impact knocked Greg off of his perch and back into the absolute mess of a bag. Of all the many possible things he could have landed on Greg fell on two used tissues. “Gross.” He said to himself. “But I've got a feeling things are gonna get much worse.” Pulling himself off the mucus covered cloth Greg made his way out of the bag and onto the nearby desk. He looked over at Greta fixed to the monitor like glue, beside her was her slightly chubby white friend Melissa also with her face glued to the monitor. They were playing a game as was expected of Greta at any point of the day especially when she should be working. Eventually though Greta regarded Greg and treated him with the same respect one would treat a used napkin.

“Oh, hey Greg.” She said not even taking her eyes off the screen.

“Hi....Greta say you wouldn't happen to give me a lift back home would yeah............and also why are you playing games shouldn't you be in class......wait I didn't mean that!” Greg wished he could rip the words out of his mouth but it was too late they had already been spoken. Greta didn't even give a response instead just continuing on with her game. Her friend Melissa however did.

“Hey Gret, that's like your step-dad right, the one that you said is a good cushion.” Melissa said just as droll as Greta would. “Yeah” Greta replied still not taking her eyes off the screen.

“Well what if we use him for a cushion here after all it would stop Mrs. Snow from yelling at us for farting up her seats cause he can just suck em' up for us.” Greta gave a very forward response to this. “Yeah okay. Greg come here.” Greg however was already taking steps away from them having predicting something like this would have happened but was ultimately grabbed by Greta and tossed down onto the seat of Melissa's chair.

“Alright Greg we're both gonna be farting up a storm in a second so you better be a good cushion and make sure both of our farts are noise proof.” Greg didn't even get to respond before Melissa's rear end fell down on him.

Melissa's ass was just as bad as Greta's possibly more so due to it's size advantage. The little air that Greg had was rank but would be getting much worse very shortly. Melissa let out a short bubbling fart that fell right onto Greg's face. It was horrendous and with each passing minute it would get worse as Melissa provided plenty more “air” for Greg. He struggled and yelled up for her too stop much to the annoyance of the girls above.

“Yeah he does that sometimes just sit down on him harder he usually shuts up.” Said Greta while Melissa gave a small nod of acknowledgement then proceeded to follow Greta's advice. The squishy booty pushed further into him making all movement impossible and all yelling feel like small vibrations. Greg remained under there soaking in this girl's flatulence for some time until Greta spoke up.

“I need him now.” Melissa simply casually lifted her behind off the chair then pulled of Greg and placed him in Greta's seat before going back to her game. Greg relished in the brief moment of non-gassy air but was quick to be subjected to it once more. Greta's gas was considerably worse with each blast being a long loud ripper that seemed to go on forever and ever.

Soon Melissa wanted Greg back but Greta was no where close to being done with him. In the end the two decided to just push their chairs together so each could have one side of Greg to smother and fart on thus making Greg's experience doubly worse than before. He didn't even seem to be working well in absorbing the farts as everyone in the room could both hear and more importantly smell these two girls gas. Down below in the confines of their asses though Greg was taking the brunt of each fart receiving smells to horrible to mention while the two mammoth butts vied to consume him in their farting crack. It went on like this for a seemingly endless amount of time (for Greg) but finally he was given a way out in the form of his other step daughter Gillian walking into the room and approaching the two farting gals a hand covering her nose as she did.

“Look Greta Mrs.Snow says you guys are farting too much if you don't you'll get kicked out, please just listen to her I don't wanna be the girl with the gross sister.” Gillian said clearly forgetting the numerous number of gassy experiences she has had at school.

“Oh hey Gill, say can you take Greg he's being a terrible fart absorber today.” Greta said slightly lifting her behind of the chair so Gillian could look at their flattened father figure.

“Greta that's so mean. Why would you do that to Daddy?” Gillian said in her classic school girl voice. Gillian only response was a fart, a laugh, and then a return to her game. “God you're gross. But whatever I'll take Daddy with me.”

“Oh thank God.” Greg muttered as he was lifted into the air by Gillian who began to walk away from the foul smelling girls (though she wasn't much better).

“So Daddy I since you're here I need a huuuge favour and I know you would do anything for me right Daddy?” Greg began to make a response but Gillian hearing him make a noise just assumed he agreed.

“OH THANK YOU DADDY YOU”RE THE BEST DADDY!” Gillian embraced Greg in a bear hug of monumental proportions. It felt like the life was literally being squeezed out of him as Gillian would not stop until she wanted to. This obviously meant a full minute of squishing from his ditzy “daughter” where Gillian then let go of Greg and started to explain things as she walked.

“Okay so I need to show you to the cheer squad cause they don't think that my Daddy is five inches tall and they think you don't help me and if they don't see you they won't like me anymore so practice finishes up now so all the girls will be done so I'll take you to the locker room and then once they'll see you everyone will love me. K?” The run on sentence pulled Greg through a loop but before he responded Gillian made his choice for him when she walked into the completely full girl's locker room holding her tiny step-father in her hand. “Here he is girl's see I told you I wasn't lying.”

Their mouths all hung agape at the sight of him before erupting into a clucking of conversation. Greg noticed something while each girl was giving their opinion on him every single girl in the room was glistening with sweat even Gillian's hand felt somewhat damp and even from a brief inhale of the air surrounding him Greg knew these girls were drenched in stink. Like a psychic Greg predicted the very first thing that would be spoken once the talking died down.

“Say Gillian didn't you say your Dad also works as a sweat rag for you.” One of the girls said. Hearing this Greg looked down off Gillian's hand to see if a drop from this height would kill him. Sadly it wouldn't and Gillian began to chime in. “Oh I'm sure he'll do it let me just ask him.” Gillian took Greg and turned around so they could talk in a small amount of privacy.

“Gillian please you know I'd love to do anything for you bu.....” Greg immediately was cut off by his step-daughters as she swung around addressing the group once more. “He said he'd love to!” Gillian finished this by tossing Greg onto a nearby bench that the whole squad surrounded. There was a brief moment where every single of these girls stared down at him until it erupted into madness all for Greg.

A literal dog pile of girls fell on top of Greg, the sweat bodies compressing him to his limit and with each shift one of them made Greg would be plastered to another sweaty body. The girls did eventually get off and decide to just form a line to use Greg. The first girl took him and immediately went right for her sweaty pits. Smearing and rubbing Greg into the stink with no regard for his well being. Sweat soaked into him while she commented about how good a rag he was. The next Girl came and she was a little more careful and gentle but none the less sweaty and stinking. She slowly rubbed Greg across her stomach and chest getting him in every nook and cranny that could possibly have. This made the sweat get smeared slowly onto his entire body and was an awful feeling to say the least. Next were two twins who tried to have a little fun with the sweat rag Greg by both of them using him at the same time. At one point he was crushed between their two feet with squishes to make sure he would be soaking up the sweat as well as being utterly smothered between the two feet. What followed after that was a blur of sweaty pits,chest,feet, and butts all of which Greg was forced to clean and soak in until he might as well have been bathed in sweat. Then came the final girl.

Greg knew this girl well, Stacie a friend of Gillian who was notorious for sweating and stink. Every moment around her was like being next to a trash can filled with farts and of course when it was her turn she made Greg clean her behind. Grabbing Greg by his legs and arms Stacie positioned Greg so his entire body would fill the frame of her crack and then she went to work. Using Greg like butt floss Stacie recklessly pulled up and down smearing Greg across her visibly brown anus all in an effort to soak up the over abundance of sweat that existed in between this girls crack. After adding a few short farts for good measure Stacie forcefully pulled Greg out of her crack then presented the now reeking man to Gillian but not before thanking her on behalf of the cheer squad for such a wonderful sweat rag.

“Oh thank you soooooooo much dadddy the girls all loved you and guess what they even invited me to go out with them afterwords isn't that great!” Gillian said jumping for joy, Greg on the other hand was less than pleased. “Gillian look I'm glad everything worked out for you but please I can't handle being around your friends for that long can you just take me home.”

“No need to worry about that Daddy, I texted Grace cause she's heading home and she can take you home so it all works out!” Greg's heart sank, he shuddered to think of the pranks that were likely filling Grace's head at this very moment. “No Gillian do not.....”

“Look there she is now, I'll see you later Daddy.” Leaving Greg a small kiss on the cheek (his entire face) Gillian casually tossed Greg across the hall only to be caught by his final step-daughter Grace. He looked up at the towering girl a grin permeated on her face.

“Hey Dad just to answer your first question no I won't be taking you home instead I've thought of something much better.” Greg just sighed knowing full well what she was planning. “Grace I'm not helping you with one of your pranks. This is why you keep getting suspended.”

Grace crushed her hands together squishing the five inch tall man and causing an unbearable amount of pain before abruptly stopping. “Dad this is one of the few times that I will not be actively trying to toy with you I suggest you take advantage of it.”

“Fine what do you want.” Greg said dreading whatever Grace's response would be. “Basically there's this girl in my class named Debbie who....”

“Grace I don't care who these people are just tell me what I have to do so I can GET THE FUCK HOME!” This actually had Grace make a stunned face before speaking once more. “Fine basically I'm going to put you on the back part of a toilet and then you're gonna scare the crap out of her.....literally. And yes I promise nothing else will happen to you.”

“Good now take me there and lets get this over with.”

Soon Greg was in the bathroom hiding behind the seat and silently cursing himself for agreeing to this. He hid far enough away so as to be nowhere near the rim of the toilet seat, having had many experience of that going wrong. Suddenly and without warning the door swung open and in walked a tall skinny girl with some piercing's who immediately sat on the toilet. The girl was obviously Debbie who as it turned out needed to use the bathroom quite badly. After a full five minutes of sounds, strains, and smells too horrible too remember Debbie was done and Greg prepared to make his move.

“BAAAAHH!” Greg yelled causing Debbie to stumble forward (bare bottom I might add) and fall to the floor. It was actually pretty funny before she perked up then turned around and looked at Greg anger in her eyes. “You're Grace and Gillian's dad aren't you?” Debbie said without missing a beat.

“Umm yes.”

“Grace tried to prank me with her little creepy step-dad huh? Well I'll show her what I think about that!” Debbie grabbed a fair amount of toilet paper and the shaking man and began to wrap the two together. “Look Debbie it was just a prank.”

“Shut it bug this'll probably be fun anyhow.” Greg now fully wrapped in the toilet paper was brought around too Debbie's arguably large ass. It was completely brown and riddled with wet shit. “You know sometimes I feel like I'm asking for this.”

With these words Greg made contact with the dirty crack. Debbie's crack may well have been caked in sludge and Greg would be cleaning it all. He couldn't make a movement because of the tissue surrounding him meaning every single motion was controlled by this girl who was being thorough to say the least. Great tenacity and force was used with each wipe the girl made, making sure to drag Greg across the slimiest most disgustingly brown parts of her crack as slow as she possibly could. When Debbie felt that Greg had suffered enough he was ripped away from the still very unclean behind and thrown into the toilet bowl still filled with Debbie's recent bowel movement.

“There that should teach you guys not to fuck around with me.” Debbie said as she made her way out of the bathroom leaving Greg there to writhe in the pile of crap. Covered in horrible slime and still unable to move from the toilet paper around him all Greg could do was wait in the filth for someone to save him. As it turned out his savior was Grace who walked in expecting a terrified Debbie in the corner instead found her step-father in a toilet bowl. She burst out laughing immediately.

“Damn I didn't think Debbie had it in her, ah well it's not like anything bad came from it and she did keep my favourite toilet seat warm.” Grace turned her back to Greg and began dropping her pants before sealing the light above with her butt. “I should've known better.” Were Greg's last words before Grace began to unload.

Sludge fell down onto Greg like rain, revolting, clumpy, shit smelling rain. Like a broken fire hydrant the liquid crap seemed to just spew forth out of Grace all landing on Greg. This was too perfect Grace had to of planned it, thought at this moment Greg didn't care either way instead focusing on keeping his mouth closed so as not to swallow any of it. He failed in this task. Grace filled the entire bowl with her crap, Greg was completely unseen under it. Satisfied with her work Grace got up and left the bathroom......only to come back in a minute later.

“Look Mom called apparently she's worried about you and is coming to pick you up so unless you won't to stay in that toilet forever you better get yourself out because I'm not.” The words followed down to Greg and ignited his drive. Pulling on hand out of his prison Greg began to climb his way out of the shit pile. All his surroundings were filth but it didn't stop him the prospect of freedom was too much and with one final push Greg made it out albeit with some of the filth in his mouth.

“Just take me to the car.” Said Greg barely able to form words. Grace complied and brought her to the front of the school where Greg's wife Jil was waiting outside her car visibly worried for her five-inch tall husbands safety.

“Hey mom, I brought Dad with me like you wanted.” Jil looked down at her crap covered husband barely conscious from a day of pain. “Oh thank God, you girls better not have been too hard on him.” Grace simply let out her most fake innocent laugh to this. “Whatever just put him in the back I have some bags in the passenger seat.”

“Okay Mom.” Grace said as she carefully threw Greg onto the drivers seat just as Jil was sitting down. The door closed and Greg was once again under another one of his family members giant ass.

PFFRRPPT

“Oh I'm sorry Greggy I got Mexican for lunch.” Jil waited for her husband to respond but was given nothing so she assumed the first thing that came to her head. “Looks like Greg's asleep....BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT wheeeeew thank god now I don't have to hold any more of this in.”