This choice: The License: Anthony belongs to Mia • Go Back... "Fine. Keep him. It's not worth the headache." It was clear she was giving in out of annoyance at the conversation's tedium rather than fear of Mia's attempted intimidation.
The jolt of terror that came accompanying the words flying from Ms. Martinez's lips were enough to finally make you regain your voice. "NO! Ms. Martinez please! I never agreed to any of this! I'll be a better worker, I swear! I'll never be late again--I'll be early everyday--I'll live in the office if you want me to! I'll do anything you ask, no matter what! I'll be a janitor instead of a lawyer! Or I'll just quit and you'll never see me again! Just please don't let Mia take me--"
Mia clenched her teeth at the sound of your incessant squeaking. She held up a finger in front of Diane to keep her in place then walked over to the chair you were on. Glowering at you for your impudence, she didn't bother to say a word as she turned and planted her ginormous skirt-clad ass upon you. You were flattened instantaneously as the mountainous cheeks landed on you with a jiggle. You couldn't even scream out in pain as the weight of her butt caused the stitching to embed itself in you even harder. An irritant to her at her size before you "shielded" her from it, the stitching was an excruciating torture to you at your much smaller size. And that wasn't even counting the pain that came from the crushing pressure. You were then flattened even further as Mia wiggled her butt to get comfortable in her chair, spreading the fleshy paste of your further out.
Remaining seated, Mia folded her arms over her ample chest and looked Martinez in the eye.
"And our policy for hiring tinies in the future?" Mia asked as if nothing had happened.
It required a great deal of patience for Diane not to walk out of Mia's office then and there. But part of getting where she was in life was due to knowing when to show strength and when to show restraint.
"Mia," she said calmly, "I knew that you had problems with bringing a tiny on as an intern, but I never realized the breadth of your... objection. Had I known you were so adamant in your convictions, I would not have voted the way I did. You are an invaluable part of this firm and I would not want to do anything to jeopardize the harmony of our partnership. Everyone at M.A.R. looks to us as examples after all. Now, as to hiring tinies, I'm sure we can find all applicants more... suitable positions in the future. Ones away from the legal side of things. So long as all three of us are in agreement. Would that be to your satisfaction?"
For a second Mia put on a show of mulling it over before finally nodding her head. "That sounds like an excellent compromise, Diane."
"Fantastic," Diane said, with barely concealed sarcasm. "Now, if you don't mind, I really must make this meeting. Enjoy your new acquisition."
Without another word Ms. Martinez turned and left. Olivia hovered by the door, looking like she wanted to say something, but in the end she just grunted and followed her fellow partner out of the office. Mia smiled smugly and got up to lock the door behind them.
You had been pulverized back roughly into the same shape as you had been last night when Mia first got off of you and presented her ultimatum. Just as then, she turned her phone to record you, the red light signaling she was rolling.
"As you can see, the tiny known as Anthony Little has not reformed at all within the period between my departure and my return to the office this morning. In fact, it appears he did not even try. Per the terms of our condition for his non-verbal consent, Anthony Little has hereby forfeited all rights as an individual in order to serve exclusively for the comfort of myself, Mia Anderson, his new owner."
You were so flattened you couldn't even object that the only reason there were no signs of progress to your reformation was because Mia's fat ass had just pummeled them back into the dimension of a sticker. The red light went off and Mia tucked the phone away with a cruel smirk.
"Well, Mr. Little," she said, putting a twist on your name as if it was a joke, "it seems you've helped me more than I could ever ask. Diane was finally brought down a peg and now I won't have to worry about bugs you like running around trying to place lawyer in this office. I should thank you. But thanking one's property would be silly. Now, we have a long day ahead of us. I still have to come up with a way to resolve this case and your support will be invaluable... and by support I mean supporting my ass."
You tried to scream but of course nothing came out. You were helpless as Mia's ass once again came crashing down on top of you. This time she did a little jump in the air to add some additional force to her landing and the resulting squish of your body was like an entire mountain had been dropped on top of you. Mia wiggled again in her seat, more to torment you than to actually get herself comfortable, you could tell by her chuckling under her breath as she laid out the case file in front of her.
"Even though I'm afraid you'll never be a lawyer, Mr. Little, let me give you one piece of advice you should've known before applying for this job. If you're a minnow, don't swim with sharks. Consider it the first pearl of legal expertise you'll learn while working under me." She chuckled again as she ground her ass a bit more on top of you, causing you to whimper internally. "Honestly, you're such a comfortable cushion I'm very tempted to just keep you as my chair seat. I doubt you're good for much else... but, you did help me before unexpectedly, maybe there are other uses you could serve. It might be a good idea to test some out before consigning you to be my seat cushion forever. What do you think?"
You could hear every word she said even if they were muffled by the thick cellulite of her cheeks, but it's not like you were able to respond. Something she knew full well.
"You want me to decide?" Mia said, pretending your silence was deference. "I'm glad to hear my new property is so agreeable. I'll tell you what, after work I'll tell you what I've decided. Sound good?"
You strained and struggled to free yourself from under her ass, but it didn't help. Again there was no way to respond from under the prison of her backside.
"I thought you'd see things my way," Mia said, smirking.
After work...
1) Mia decides to keep Anthony as a permanent seat cushion.
2) Mia decides to take Anthony home and see what other things he could be used as.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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