Mia shifted her hips from side to side in another faux attempt to get comfortable, grinding your body underneath her heavy ass. You would have screamed, had your body been capable of making any kind of sound in it’s flattened state, at both the sensation of being flattened and spread out from her movements, but also the torturous sensation of being impaled by the stitch that was holding you in place.
You couldn’t see it from your position underneath her, but a smug, satisfied grin was quickly creeping across Mia’s face as she could just barely feel your malleable form flatten underneath her with very little effort on her part. Not only that, but she had finally put Diane in her place, albeit just for a moment, and managed to use you to steer the firm back onto it’s proper trajectory, at least in her eyes. It likely wouldn’t last, she knew that much. The two other partners, mostly Diane, had little regard for the more experienced lawyer’s opinion, but for now she had won, and that was enough to satisfy her for today.
Sighing with contentment, she debated taunting you further, but upon seeing the stack of files and case notes littered across her desk, she decided against it. She had all the time in the world to taunt you, a fact she savoured as she continued to sway her hips from side to side to spread you out a little further underneath her.
After that she got to work on looking for any legal loopholes she could use to come to a favourable outcome for her clients, but she couldn’t see anything that would bolster they tiny worker’s flimsy excuse for a case.
She still couldn’t believe that Diane and Olivia had just dumped this train wreck of a case on her desk and expected her to figure it out. She was the best lawyer at the firm, so naturally she was the best suited to win the case, but it was still set to be a Herculean task.
“I really should try to dump this case onto someone else,” Mia mused to herself. “But then again there’s most likely no one else that could handle this case except me, and I certainly won’t be giving Martinez the satisfaction of saying I won’t do this, or can’t do this, as she’d see it.”
Her voice was incredibly faint, muffled by the thick cheeks that completely blocked every sound that wasn’t being made by Mia from reaching your flattened ears, and even then the sounds she made were incredibly difficult to make out. If she softly spoke to herself, or spoke at the same time she shifted in her seat, causing her massive cheeks to grind against the rough fabric of her skirt, you had no chance of making out anything.
After seemingly finding a comfortable position, Mia didn’t move any more the entire morning. You were left to languish under the crushing weight of your (ex?)boss.
You couldn’t believe that this was how your first week of your internship had gone already. It couldn’t possibly have gone any worse for you, and all because on of the partners had some kind of vendetta against tiny guys like yourself.
The fact that Mia was willing to not only ruin your career, but also attempt to effectively end your life, made you think that this was more than a simple dislike of tiny guys.
In the end, Mia’s reasoning for her actions had little bearing, even if you did know it wouldn’t change your situation, on the verge of being reduced to property, nothing but an addition to the seat of a vindictive lawyer, assuming that’s where she wanted to keep you, and didn’t find a worse place for you to end up.
After hours of silence, you heard Mia grumble in frustration.
“These bugs have no case! There’s nothing workable in here, they’ve got no evidence that she was maliciously using any of them, never mind that little insect, Millar! If she had just had the foresight to do what I did with my new seat cushion then this wouldn’t even be a case at all and I wouldn’t have to deal with this!” Mia’s eyes lit up as her brain caught up with her train of thought. “Wait, that’s it!”
The crushing weight was lifted off of you as Mia stood up from her chair, and you almost joined her as there was a brief tug of war between the stitch imbedded into your squished form and the fibres of Mia’s skirt. A tug of war that the stitch won, and your body remained stuck to the seat that you seemed fated to become a permanent addition to.
The callous lawyer turned around and beamed down at you with a malicious, yet happy, smile.
“You just keep getting more and more useful now that you are no longer interning here, our little “arrangement” has given me the perfect solution to this case!”
You couldn’t even comprehend how your current predicament could give Mia any kind of inspiration that would work out favourably for her clients, but you couldn’t vocalise that, nor would she be inclined to listen to what you had to say anyway.
“All I have to do is use the fact that she didn’t create a little video like I did to indicate nonverbal consent. She didn’t cover herself by getting proof that her underling consented to being used!” Mia was practically bouncing with joy over her breakthrough.
It was a brilliant idea, you begrudgingly admitted to yourself. She also likely wouldn’t have come up with it had she not put you into the position you were in now, but that was a small consolation when you was faced with a lifetime’s worth of crushing under the ass of the woman who was going to get the credit for winning the case.
Turning to the intercom on her desk, she pressed it and began barking orders to the receptionist on the other side of it. Her massive backside hung ominously in the air over you, casting you in it’s titanic shadow.
“Chrissy, I’m in need of a new intern, the last one wasn’t… sufficient,” she accentuated her verbal barb by dropping her weighty rear like a meteor onto the chair and your body. Her next words still reached you, but came through muffled “I don’t care if they are all busy, tell the one who looks the least busy to drop what they are doing. Also before they come in here tell them to go and look through old cases to find any legal precedent surrounding nonverbal consent.”
As Mia settled into her seat, you knew this was going to be another long day of crushing, and if Mia continued to get her way, likely the second of many more to come…
*****
Mia glanced at the clock, seven pm.
She and a promising young intern named Isabella Martin had been in her office pouring over old cases for several hours, aside from a small half hour lunch break where Mia had left to run an errand, and both women looked exhausted.
“Good job today Ms Martin, I think we really could be onto a winner here. You can go home, get some sleep and I’ll see you here first thing tomorrow, you will be assisting me while I go over my opening statements,” Mia smiled to the younger woman.
Bursting with joy over the senior lawyer’s praise, Isabella nodded gratefully before standing up and practically skipping out of her office.
Mia stretched in her chair, concentrating more of her weight down onto you briefly, before standing up and staring down at you with her signature smug grin.
“Now that is a promising young intern, she’s practically everything you weren’t!” Mia grinned as she mocked you. “She’ll definitely be going places, but I’m afraid you won’t exactly be advancing your new career at the same pace. I’ve decided the best use for you is making that chair more comfortable for me, so that’s where you’ll be staying. Permanently.”
You suspected this was what Mia was going to decide, but you almost wanted to cry when you heard her say the words nonetheless.
“You really are a perfect little seat cushion, apart from one small detail, you’re terrible at keeping this little irritation from bothering me,” as Mia said this she reached down and grabbed the stitch that was pinning you to the chair, which was once again pointing upwards. Mia ripped it free with ease. You were almost pulled free along with it, but you had been pounded into every crack and crevice of the leather that you had been spread over, which won out over the gold the stitch had on your body.
You couldn’t believe how easily Mia was able to remove a loose stitch that had almost single-handedly left you in this position. If she could have done that the whole time, it was obvious she never needed your help to remove it. She had always planned to use it as an excuse to get rid of you.
One joyous thought crossed your mind as the stitch was pulled free, there was nothing keeping you from reforming any more! You could get out of this!
As if reading your thoughts, Mia spoke.
“Now before you get any ideas about trying to leave now that this little stitch isn’t keeping you pinned to the chair…”
1) “…while I was at lunch, I stopped by the C.T.C and filed for your usage license. I own you. So if you try to escape, both you and anyone who helps you will have stolen my property. I will find you, and I will take any accomplice of yours to court and take everything they have, so it’s probably best if you just stay there.” Mia officially owns you, do you still try to escape?
2) “…this should keep you in place for now. At least until I can get an upholsterer to make your addition to the cushion a little more permanent.” Mia places a large, heavy book on top of you to keep you pinned down. Maybe you can wiggle out and escape?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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