"As your divine being I do my best to balance the happiness of those in
my temple and my worship. I’ve heard a lot of you asking for vacation
time but in other dimensions like the ones I watch on the tv. Now I
would be glad to give those of you who earned it time but I don’t know
how it would work on mortals, so I am going to test it with Faust. The
lovely butler will be sent to thousands of alternate universes, if he is
smited by the divine entities that control that world or they try to
keep him then it will not be declared safe. And he will do this one by
one, but you all have eternity to wait so no real worries."
Love, Lilith
I decided to start Faust in a universe that wouldn’t question his size or his super speed, a universe of superheroes and villains. I may have kept him less than an inch tall but I gave him a bag of supplies like food, water, his janitorial tools, a flare gun (to get the attention of bigos), a mega phone (to talk to them), and immortality. The last one is obvious since I don’t need to see if you little ones can get yourselves killed in other dimensions, but he can still feel pain and be flattened.
I sent Faust and he appeared in this world’s version of Tokyo. He spent a good day getting his bearings and dodging the hordes of people walking along the sidewalk. He made his way through the city till he found a gym for heroes. He went inside and headed into the manager’s office. Faust used his flare gun to get the owner’s attention and asked if he could work there as a janitor. Faust even said he would take reduced pay if he got to live within the gym. The owner brought up the obvious problem of his size but Faust used his super speed to quickly clean the top of her desk, in 3 seconds it was spotless and sparkling. Sure Faust’s super speed is limited and makes him exhausted very quickly, but the owner didn’t need to know that. Needless to say he was hired.
A week later Faust had gotten into a routine, he’d wait till after closing and spend the night cleaning all the equipment before going and cleaning one of the locker rooms just before the gym opened. He’d switch off every night on the male and female locker rooms. But this night was different, after a week straight of working his body was exhausted. He was cleaning off a bench press station and tripped on the bench, as soon as he hit the soft cushion he instantly passed out. Hours passed as the butler got some much needed sleep. When he finally woke up he decided to say screw it to cleaning the rest of the equipment, grabbed his bag of supplies, and headed to the men’s locker room. Faust climbed up onto one of the metal benches to mop it and make it shine. He was usually able to do this in seconds but he still felt so exhausted that using his super speed might just knock him out again. So he puts down his bag and slowly starts mopping the bench. By the time he is at the other end the sun is up and the gym is open. Now in the temple you little ones don’t need a mega phone, once you get my attention I can hear you. But due to Faust’s exhausted state he forgot that this little rule has changed.
The locker room door opens as two men walk in, one is bald in a yellow jumpsuit with a white cape, red gloves and boots, the other has short dirty blond hair, robotic arms, a white tank top, and black jeans. Both were buff but not overly so, they still had a slim toned figure “Don’t mind me guys, I’ll be out of your way in a minute” Faust said without thinking as he cleaned the end of the bench. The two giants didn’t hear him as they had their own conversation.
Saitama: It’s going to feel odd doing a morning workout in uniform huh?
Genos: Master please, what about the power leeches they were talking about on the news? If one gets on you it will make them unstoppable.
Sa: They said the gym was clean for heroes to train. Plus what are they going to steal from me, an ability to workout? Also they have only been able to steal from organic heroes, so we should both be safe.
Saitama said as he put there stuff into a locker
Ge: Of course master, I apologize
Genos sighed as he sat on the bench
Sa: No need to apologize, it’s good to be cautious. Now let’s go train before other people get… Whoops my boots are untied.
As the two walked and talked around the bench Faust was on he felt something sink deep into his stomach as the two mountainous men towered over him. Sure he was around his boss and other janitors every once in awhile but there was still something terrifying about being around people over 70 times your height. Faust heard the click of the locker as the man in yellow put a bag away, it clicked in his brain that he hadn’t been heard. Faust turned to look for his bag before seeing it on the far end where Genos was about to sit down. Time seemed to slow down as Faust tried his best to bolt to the other side, still too exhausted to use his full speed. He watched as the tight black jean clad ass crushed his only real way to contact the world at large. Not to mention Genos sitting down shook the bench like it was hit by a meteor and caused Faust to trip and roll.
He rolled onto his back but instead of seeing the white ceiling tiles he saw two large yellow moons of polyester heading right towards him. The view did take Faust’s breath away as he saw the two moons wrapped tight in the yellow fabric, the man may be built like a mountain but his rear was still plump. Faust could see that shadow cast from the moons spread for what seemed like miles to him, so he waited and accepted his fate. He was expecting the cheeks to at least be soft and give some way but as it finally crashed down onto him the massive ass pulverised the butler. Saitama’s glutes hardly even jiggled as he plopped onto the metal bench, as his ass was more muscle than fat. He hardly even heard the crack as every bone in Faust’s body was annihilated. Faust would have popped like a water balloon if I didn’t grant him immortality. Instead he felt every bone in his body turn to paste against the rock of an ass cheek. Saitama braced his foot against the lockers so he could tie his boots, unaware that he was putting even more weight down on the tiny beneath him. Faust wanted to scream bloody murder but was completely smothered by massive ass cheek. Saitama grinded and shifted on the bench stretching Faust like putty. After Saitama was done Faust was stuck to the bench flat as a piece of paper and looked like a spot of gum. He watched as his tortured walked out, but as Genos walked past he saw his bag flat as a pancake stuck to the black jean clad ass. Faust cried a bit as he saw his main way of contacting the large majority stuck as a sticker to someone’s ass.
Faust lied on the bench as his body slowly recovered from the violent crushing, he felt his bones reform and pop into place. After about thirty minutes Faust’s limbs were reformed but his main torso was taking a lot of work. Suddenly he heard the locker room door violently swing open. He saw a man casually walk in, he had long black hair tied behind him in an odd bun, silver eyes, and some purple make-up below his eyes. He was wearing a long sleeve black shirt, loose grey jeans, a rather bulky metal belt, and carrying a large bag.
Faust watched as the man slowly walked over, of course not noticing the ant sized putty man stuck to the bench. The giant put down his bag next to Faust and picked a locker right in front of him. He began to strip as Faust saw the titan reveal his perfect form, he wasn’t built like a mountain like the last two in here but his body was toned and curvy in all the right places. Even with scars all over his body Faust couldn’t help but think of how soft the giant’s smooth pale skin must feel. He began to blush as the universe teased him with his perfect view of two pale moons. Faust would admit this was the best part of being small and working at a gym, seeing such beautiful people and seeing their perfect form stretch for miles for him.
Speed-o’-Sound Sonic felt like he really needed a morning workout after a rather filling breakfast, but going to a public gym didn’t feel safe, especially with all the news about some sort of power leeches. He saw the gym for heroes and remembered the news saying it was safe, problem being he wasn’t allowed in due to past incidents. He decided to sneak in with his super speed. He made it past the front desk and to the men’s locker room as the door violently slammed open. He walked in changing out of his street clothes and into costume so he wouldn’t be out of place here.
Faust was about to have his dreams come true as the giant began to sit down. Instead of being pinned under one of the moons he was pinned between them, his reformed hand close enough to touch one as it felt just as silky smooth as he hoped. He was falling in love with what he assumed was a gentle giant. Above, the unaware Sonic was pulling out his suit, which was basically a skin tight black wetsuit. Faust was in a blissful daze beneath the anti hero, even saying to himself “I’m never allowed to be this happy without getting punished”. He was joking of course but the universe must have taken it literally. Faust’s flat torso was actually embedded into the ridges of the bench, so when he was finally reformed he popped up from the bench. Faust was sent just high enough so that Sonic’s cheeks clasped around Faust’s lower body like a venus flytrap as the giant stood up to put on his suit.
“WAIT SIR HELP ME PLEASE I AM DOWN HERE!” Faust screamed quickly but it fell on deaf ears as Sonic pulled up his skin tight suit Faust was sealed into darkness. As Sonic got his bodysuit on it caused a wedgie that pushed Faust deep between his cheeks. Faust felt the rubber body suit press into him and send him deeper into the canyon between two moons. The cheeks that he was lusting over not moments ago were now holding him tight like a vice, making it so Faust couldn’t even wiggle. Inside the bodysuit Faust could already feel the heat rising and the air was much thinner, not to mention the general stench of ass causing the already thin amount of air to smell stale.
Outside Sonic was suited up not even feeling the bug trapped in his suit, all he had to do was put on his boots. Sonic plopped back down onto the bench feeling a tickle against his back door. He ignored it until after he got his boots on before standing up and scratching it mercilessly through his suit. Faust couldn’t tell what was going on outside when suddenly he was sent as deep as he could go in the canyon from Sonic sitting down. Faust slammed into something oily as the stench of a dumpster forgotten for weeks in the summer heat assaulted his nose and caused his eyes to tear up. The air was thicker here, not in an oxygen sense but more the awful humidity, as Faust started sweating bullets. He knew where he was but before he could even say it Sonic stood up. Faust wondered how it could possibly get any worse when suddenly he was hit by a semi truck going full speed. Faust was flattened instantly by the fingers, being put back into his flat gum like form. As Sonic scratched Faust was spread across the vial wrinkled brown eye. He was pulled, stretched and flattened like putty, as he felt his bones once again turn to dust and felt the same pain as if he was pulled apart. His form was embedded in the wrinkles as he was drenched in the disgusting oil making him want to gag as some slipped into his mouth as he screamed in pain. As Sonic finished scratching he was finally going to get to his workout, unaware that he turned the janitor into a putty ring stretched around his back door. Faust didn’t even want to ask how this situation could get any worse, as he was just a ring of a human stuck to a brown eye. But there was no need to ask as the universe answered anyway. Sonic had to eat a lot to keep up the calories his body required and today got a little lazy and had some fast food. Just as he reached the locker room door his breakfast caught up with him. Faust tried to ignore the smell of the oily anus and focus on reforming but then he heard a stampede coming from the other side of the hole. He would have closed his mouth and held his breath if it wasn’t stretched wide open. The blast of boiling hot fumes burst out with a sonic blast. The heat of the gas felt like it was burning his skin, the blast left his ears ringing as the deep horrid scent of heated industrial waste filled the tight space. The air grew thicker, so thick Faust could probably take a bite out of it. The putrid air forced its way up his nose and down his throat as his lungs shriveled up and begged for death. Even worse, the skin tight bodysuit kept all the gas trapped forcing Faust to filter the air himself, breathing in, smelling, and tasting every last particle. After already being exhausted, the two puttifications, and now filtering this horrid gas Faust couldn’t take it and passed out.
Sonic let out the tiny toot of gas build up before heading into the gym. He wanted to work double time today so he could get out of the gym before too many other heroes showed up. Faust would be out for now but his hell was only just beginning.