This choice: Assisting Mia in Some Other Way • Go Back...Chapter #4Removing an Irritation for Mia by: Alistair   “...I’m going to read over these case files to find a crack in the opposition’s defence. I’d usually get the intern assigned to me to go and get me a coffee, but since you’re too small to even do that, you’ll have to help me out in some other way,” Mia looked down at you with annoyance as she once again pointed out how you weren’t as useful as the other interns in her eyes. “I need to go grab an old case file, while I’m gone I need you to check the cushion of my seat, there’s something on it making me uncomfortable when I sit down. If you really want to show me how useful you can be, find and get rid of it.”
She plucked you up off of the desk before not so gently dropping you onto the seat of her large leather chair.
You felt the residual heat rising off of it as soon as you landed, clearly Mia had been sitting on it not long before you entered her office. Looking ahead the vast surface of tan faux leather that stretched out in front of you, it was more akin to a landscape, and the massive twin craters pounded into it’s surface by your boss’s meteoric backside did not help dissuade that image.
You were stood on the ridge that separated the depressions created by Mia’s thighs, which gave you a good view over the surface of the chair, but even with that vantage, you questioned how exactly you would be able to find what it was that was making Mia uncomfortable. It would take you long enough to just trek across it’s surface.
You turned to look up at your boss, but she had already turned to walk away without another word, disappearing behind her immeasurably massive desk. The resounding booms of her footsteps becoming fainter and fainter as she got further away.
Deciding that it would be best to try and get into Mia’s good graces, especially considering your lateness had put you on thin ice with Diane, you started the trek across Mia’s office chair in search of the foreign object that was irritating her.
The lack of description of where or what was irritating her didn’t make your job any easier, and you could already feel yourself getting out of breath when you reached the centre of one of the imprint left by her colossal left butt cheek. As you were hunched forward trying to regain your breath, not wanting to waste any time, you caught sight of a foreign object a few inches away from you.
Scrambling over to it, you saw the cause of your boss’s discomfort. A small piece of sharp stitching had come loose from inside the cushioning of the chair and was pointing straight up out of it. You were glad to have found the cause of Mia’s discomfort, but you had no way of actually removing it. Your few testing pulls to try and remove it were complete failures, it didn’t budge at all.
You looked around the barren landscape of leather around you for anything you could use to help you remove the stitch. Scoffing, you questioned exactly what you expected to find on a chair that would be of any use, before giving another few futile tugs.
After several minutes of increasingly desperate and unsuccessful scrambling to remove the source of your boss’s discomfort, you both heard and felt the familiar vibrations of approaching footsteps. Mia was coming back. Still bending over, futilely straining to pull the stitching free, you glanced over your shoulder to see Mia standing to the side of you, case file in one hand, and her other hand on her hip.
“So I see you’ve found the thing that was irritating me, why is it not off of the chair yet?” She asked flatly.
“Uh… sorry Mia but it’s stuck tight,” you panted, exhausted from your exertion.
“Firstly, it’s not ‘Mia’, you will refer to me as either Miss Anderson, or as ma’am, I will not tolerate that level of unprofessionalism. Secondly, I gave you a very simple task and it seems that you are incapable of even getting that done,” she huffed in annoyance. “This is exactly what I was talking about when I told Diane and Olivia not to hire you, tinies have no place in this profession. I do think I’ve figured out a way of solving two problems at once, though.”
Before you could ask what she was talking about, or even try to argue against her calling you useless, Mia grabbed the chair you were standing on and pulled it away from the desk, causing you to stumble and fall on top of the stitch you had just been trying to remove. You yelped in pain as it jabbed you in the abdomen, no wonder Mia complained about this thing, it was sharp!
As you groaned in pain and moved to get up, you saw a shadow cover your surroundings, and looked backwards to see what was casting it.
You paled as you saw the backside of your boss blocking out the light from the ceiling like a solar eclipse.
“I figure since you failed to remove what was irritating me, the least you could do is cover it up so that it’s not poking me. Plus, this way I don’t need to babysit you and can get on with trying to salvage this case.”
Before you could respond, move, or even scream, Mia’s planetary booty dropped with the force of a meteor onto you. The clap of her weighty cheeks hitting the surface of the leather chair deafened you, and your poor body was instantly flattened as thin as paper under the tremendous force dropping onto it. You cried out internally at the pain of your body being so utterly obliterated under your boss, but also at the pain caused by the sharp point of the stitching embedding itself into you. Your putty like body completely surrounded and covered it, preventing it from even scratching the rough fabric of Mia’s skirt that grated against your body as your boss wiggled her hips to get comfortable.
“My, my, it seems we have found something you’re useful at!” Mia threw out a sarcastic jab at you, which you could only barely make out after it travelled through the massive chunky cheeks resting on top of you. “I can’t even feel that little annoyance any more, and the little thing jabbing into me is gone as well!”
As Mia laughed at her own joke, you could only groan in pain, as the shifting cheeks settled now that she had found a comfortable position.
After what felt like hours of silence, broken only be the occasional phone call that you overheard Mia making, and the occasional normal sized intern bringing her coffee, you felt the crushing weight of Mia’s backside lift off of the chair. Your body, which had been pressed into the minuscule gaps in the fabric of her skirt, began to lift with her but the sharp piece of chair stitching that had embedded itself inside your body held tight. After a brief, excruciating tug of war, the stitch won, and your body was painfully ripped from Mia’s skirt, landing back onto the chair with a pathetic slap.
Looking backwards over the shelf of her ass, Mia wrinkled her nose in distaste, clearly cushioning her ass for several hours hadn’t improved her opinion of you.
“Hmph, seems you make a better cushion than you do an intern, you sure this isn’t the position you’d rather have at this company? You’re practically useless as an intern, and believe me, you won’t make it as a lawyer here, not while I have a say in it at least. At least this way you would make at least some contribution to this firm, by keeping one of it’s most important lawyers comfortable,” She smirked, but you could see that she wasn’t joking.
You tried to tell her that was the last thing you wanted, but you had been smashed so badly over the last few hours that you didn’t think you’d be able to speak for a while.
“No objections? I’m sure you do but just can’t talk,” she pouted in faux sympathy. She pulled out her phone and you saw the red light signalling she was recording a video. “Here’s a better way of doing it, since you’re incapable of talking I’ll give you the chance of saying that you don’t want to stay there. I’m leaving this office for the night, so I’ll leave you to reform. If you haven’t reformed by the time I come back, I’ll take that as your non-verbal consent to serving to keep me comfortable, and I’m certain this recording would prove sufficient evidence for an eventual usage license application. So if that isn’t what you want, then you’d best get started reforming.”
The red recording light turned off and Mia turned around, the swaying backside that had just pounded you into mush once again disappearing behind the desk.
The room turned dark and you heard the sound of the door closing, leaving you in silent darkness.
You couldn’t believe how badly your first day had gone, you had expected to be included in working on cases, and instead you had been reduced to a tiny cushion under the ass of your boss. Even worse than that, she had seemed to have earmarked that out as a career path for you!
You needed to reform quickly before you ended up with a usage license against your will. The non-verbal consent excuse would be a shaky defence on Mia’s part, but you don’t doubt she’d be skilled enough to make it hold up in court, oversight of the C.T.C and their usage licenses were becoming increasingly lax as the years went on, so you very much believed Mia could use this against you.
You began struggling to reform…
1) Morning comes, and the stitch embedded in you has prevented you from reforming properly, you can’t get free. You are interrupted by the sound of Mia’s office door opening, as well as approaching footsteps…
2) Morning comes, and you manage to free yourself and fully reform just as Mia’s office door swings open…
3) Something interrupts your efforts just after Mia leaves…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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